Twin Desires: A Medical Trap

"Oh my god... A man with two dicks is incredible... You're killing me..."

In the dimly lit room, a completely naked young woman clutched a pillow, kneeling on the bed with her plump, round ass raised, eagerly meeting my thrusts...

My name is Zachary Foster, and I'm a college student.

Since childhood, I knew I was different—because I was born with two penises.

And they grew so large that regular underwear couldn't contain them. Wearing pants always left an obscenely noticeable bulge.

At first, I was proud, thinking this "gift" would double a woman's pleasure.

But after three girlfriends, each one ended up screaming in agony during sex. Some even passed out halfway, begging me to stop while clutching their sore backsides.

By the time I was about to graduate, I was still practically a virgin.

So, six months after my last breakup, I finally decided to get my "condition" treated.

But when I pushed open the door to the andrology clinic, I was shocked to find two female doctors inside.

One looked to be in her mid-thirties, wearing thin-framed glasses and a lab coat that couldn't hide her deep cleavage—a stunning, sensual milf.

The other, holding a notepad, was clearly a young intern.

"You're the patient with diphallic condition?"

The doctor gestured toward the examination table. "Drop your pants and lie down for the exam."

I hesitated. "Doctor... could we have some privacy?"

The intern burst into giggles.

The doctor smiled. "I'm Vanessa Hawthorne—call me Dr. Vanessa. This is Natalie, my intern. She's here to record data. Relax, to us, there's no such thing as gender in medicine."

"If all male patients were this shy, we wouldn't even be allowed female nurses."

I couldn't argue. Plus, they were both gorgeous—being examined by them wasn't exactly a loss.

Following Dr. Vanessa's instructions, I pulled my pants down to my knees, exposing my unique anatomy.

"Holy... it's real?"

Both women gasped, their eyes widening in shock.

Especially Vanessa.

She stepped closer, not even bothering with gloves, and gently grasped both of my shafts with her bare hands.

I could practically hear her swallow hard.

From my angle, I had a perfect view down her lab coat—her lace bralette was clearly too small, barely containing her full breasts. With every movement, they jiggled enticingly, the fabric straining against their weight.

Her professional attire suddenly felt more like a seductive costume.

Under this stimulation, I hardened instantly.

Vanessa made no effort to cover herself, letting me drink in the sight of her body.

She bent down, examining my twin members with clinical fascination—squeezing, tugging, even sniffing them before turning to the blushing intern.

"Natalie, lock the door and bring over the surgical spotlight."

"O-okay!"

The flustered intern fumbled with the lock before dragging over a bright examination light.