speculums

Chris didn’t do the summer reading. Why would he? FAE 200 was barely a gen ed in his course schedule, which meant easy tests and even easier homework. He planned on sitting in the back of the huge lecture hall, blending in with the hundreds of other students, and getting an easy A. The professor looked like a pushover too--tall, even for an elf, and thin. His robes were stuffy and academic, covering him from his neck down to his ankles, and he glided along with an in-human grace, barely even bobbing with each step. His long, pointed ears extended over the top of his head, his straight silver hair falling on either side, and they twitched in irritation as he settled in front of the desk at the front of the lecture hall and turned to observe the clamoring crowd of students. --- Chris Marshall didn't mean to come to such a diverse university and isn't used to being the only human in a class full of fantasy races. His learning curve becomes much steeper than he anticipated when his first Elven teacher curses a fleshlight to connect to his ass without his knowledge, sharing it with the rest of the faculty and teaching him the hard way how important it is to be open minded.

Solomon is a sadist, and he’s got an itch to scratch. Luckily for him, he’s a patron of a shop that caters to people with his inclinations. There, for an hour or two, he’ll have access to a convenient ass to do with as he pleases. And when he pleases, he’s pretty inventive.

“Good morning, sleepyheads!” Hank smiled fondly as the shelter’s most recent additions blinked awake in response to his voice. Toby and Gus were an adorable bonded pair, attached at the hip ever since a kind stranger had brought them into the shelter a little over a week ago.

When Gin bet his own body on a poker game, the worst he expected to happen was getting fucked by the winner in the clubhouse’s posh bathroom—not getting a sperm enema from hundreds of anonymous donors.

☛ in which i write the medical kink fic of my dreams filled with as many enemas, rectal exams, prostate checks and humiliating medical procedures as i could possibly manage. Doctor Pappas took a deep breath and then paused. He looked at Johnny very stoically before he spoke again. "Bad news first, I suppose. Thanks to your test results we were able to determine that your symptoms are due to a late onsent transition." Johnny wasn't actually sure what that meant. A late transition? Transition to what? He knew that everyone transitioned to either an alpha, a beta, or an omega but that was... at puberty. He was twenty six. "What?" This didn't make any sense.

Jakob grunted, shaking his head in protest, forcing his eyes to return to the spot between his legs. He didn’t want to watch his torture, but when he finally spotted the tools Dr. Hess was going to use, he suddenly couldn’t tear his eyes away. The sleek metal rods were otherwise featureless, glimmering in the harsh lighting of the medical room. Each one was roughly six to seven inches long with a slight bend at one end. They started out slimmer than a pencil, but as Dr. Hess picked up each one to turn it over and examine it, Jakob could see that they quickly grew bigger, until they were thicker than a finger. And then bigger.

In a one in a thousand chance, Stiles presented late as an Omega. Now he's at a treatment center for Omegas, learning how to take care of his body so his heats don't end up killing him, trying not to fall in love with his doctor, and being fucked six ways to Sunday (The highly anticipated medfet extravaganza)

James's father takes him to the doctor for some modifications.

The kingdom is beset by invaders on all sides, one small region has a very unorthodox solution: Weaponizing the tentacle monsters that roam their forest. Unfortunately for one man, before they can train them, first they have to breed them.

Bunkoo goes to the doctor with his roommate, Namjoon, after he notices that he’s producing too much slick. It's a peculiar case, but good thing Dr. Kim can call on his colleagues for help.