appointment during which you inspect each of their holes… so you have the men sit in a row on the clinic bench with their hands supporting the backs of their knees so that everything is revealed to you.
alhaitham, who’s without a doubt the most full-figured of the four, was the first patient, while the other three watched with baited breaths. his thick ass and even thicker thighs trembled as your gloved hands groped his pudgy flesh. you hadn’t even examined his hole, but your touch already had his pathetic cock hard and leaking against his abdomen. you tsk, giving the scribe a disapproving glare before sliding your hands up to his large pecs. they were heavy, able to fill your cupped palms and then some. prodding the tip of your index finger into his inverted nipple, you told him that this could be fixed, provided that he come to see you weekly. all the while you explain, you continue toying with his chest, fingers caressing around his dark areola and pinching the skin to try and coax out his shy nipples.
tighnari, definitely slimmer than hayi, kept himself clean, evident by the way his porcelain skin was glimmering under the room’s bright lights. the valuka shuna’s large ears twitched as you pressed your stethoscope onto his soft belly, gradually shifting lower and lower, until you reached his cute cock. the cold metal made him flinch, his bushy tail jolting upright. you readjusted tighnari, flipping him over on his hands and knees. fingers brushed through the fibers of his soft tail, drawing out several whimpers from the man and making the appendage sway slightly in your grasp. pushing it out of the way, you began to examine his cock— the flushed, peachy member was the cutest you had ever seen. experimentally, you gave it a few pumps, some cloudy precum dripping from his tip. with a few gentle pats on his ass, you concluded that he was healthy, though he should check in with you again once his rut arrives.
cyno was more muscular than the rest. his training as a warrior made sure of that. the backs of his toned thighs were smooth and firm, confirmed by sliding your hands down his legs as he bit down on his lip to prevent making sounds. you dipped a finger into his winking hole, stirring inside until you found a spot that made him whine loudly and his back arch up. you added another finger, attacking his prostate relentlessly until his his walls clenched tightly around you. cyno began rocking his hips in an attempt to get your fingers even deeper, but this was a doctor’s visit, not a brothel. your other hand quickly came up to his cock, pressing a finger to his slit and preventing an orgasm. he was left shaking and panting against the table, desperate for more of your touch as you recommended him techniques to avoid premature ejaculation.
kaveh surprised you. you hadn’t expected the man to have such a cute cunt. the pink petals of his pussy bloomed for you, slick dribbling out of his hole under not only your observant gaze, but his three friends’ as well. he was already shy about being different, but being last? kaveh could feel the stares on his desperate pussy as you began to rub gloved fingers along his slit, occasionally rubbing against his engorged clit. unlike the others, kaveh made no moves to quiet himself— well, more like he couldn’t. he had never felt anything this intense before. the way his pussy throbbed under your diligent touch was unbearable; he could feel his body getting hotter and hotter as sweat dripped down his inner thigh, near where you were working him. when you removed your fingers from his wet cunt, he whined at the loss, begging for someone to fill him. you told kaveh that his response indicated that he was in good health, and that he may consult you if he had any other concerns.
you considered this a successful checkup, removing your gloves before handing them each a progress report with your notes. the patients, hearing that the appointment was over, seemed disappointed— disappointed that you wouldn’t be touching them more, disappointed that you didn’t even seem aroused, and disappointed that you wouldn’t be coming inside them to test their reproductive health. maybe next time.
Correction: theoretically nightmare does exist. He’d be in the fannon space under the Host god. He wouldn’t know he’s not real and that he’s an interpretation of Atrophy. He’s probably living out his normal life unknowing that he exists for the entertainment of higher beings and that if he walked beyond the walls of his world he’d see nothing but flat empty planes.
And Atrophy this whole time is.. exploring the host realm that’s like his whole plot. Who’s to say they wouldn’t meet..
I’m being wishful. But this definitely could happen cannonically…
