Chapter 9: Chapter 9 Hoodies
Morning came, and Charles made his way to the doctor's office, his mind weighed down by frustration and embarrassment.
His problem wasn't something he could talk about easily, but he had finally gathered the courage to seek professional help.
Sitting across from the specialist, he explained everything in detail, his face burning with shame.
The doctor listened attentively, nodding along as she took notes.
"I see," she murmured.
"Well, don't worry, Charles. There are a number of ways we can approach this issue."
And so, the tests began.
They started with simple visual stimulation—sexy magazines filled with scantily clad women in provocative poses.
Charles flipped through the pages with a mix of hope and desperation, but there was no reaction.
His cock remained lifeless, as if it had no will of its own.
Next, they moved on to videos.
The doctor provided him with access to explicit material, ranging from softcore to the most intense, passionate scenes one could imagine.
Charles sat there, eyes glued to the screen, trying to will his body to respond. Nothing.
Growing concerned, the doctor took things a step further, introducing a realistic sex doll designed to simulate human warmth and sensation.
Charles hesitated, feeling awkward and ridiculous, but he followed the instructions anyway.
Even as he went through the motions, there was no response—his body simply refused to cooperate.
After multiple failed attempts, he sat there, utterly defeated. His head hung low, and he let out a deep sigh.
"I... I don't understand. No matter what I do, it's like my body has given up on me."
The doctor tapped her chin thoughtfully before offering a small smile. "How about this, Charles? Let's try something else."
She stood from her chair and walked around the desk, her every movement fluid and graceful.
Charles finally took a proper look at her—she was stunning.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her pristine white coat clung to her curvaceous figure in all the right places.
She hopped onto the examination table, crossing her long, slender legs in an elegant motion.
The slight shift in position caused her skirt to rise, revealing smooth, creamy skin that seemed to glow under the office lighting.
Charles swallowed hard. "Doctor, this is... I don't think this is appropriate at all."
She merely chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "This is purely for medical purposes, Charles. That makes it completely appropriate."
With slow, deliberate movements, she reached for the buttons of her blouse and began undoing them one by one.
The fabric parted, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage.
Her lacy bra barely contained her ample breasts, the soft mounds threatening to spill free.
Charles felt his throat go dry as she leaned forward, giving him an even better view.
"I need you to focus on me," she whispered, her voice laced with sultry intent.
His breathing grew shallow as she continued, slipping the blouse off her shoulders entirely.
The delicate straps of her bra barely concealed anything now—the pinkish hue of her areolas peeked through the sheer fabric, teasing him with the promise of something more.
A little more, and she would be completely exposed.
And yet...
Nothing.
Not a single twitch.
His cock was dead meat.
"It's still not working, doctor." Charles admitted sadly.
The doctor's seductive expression faltered slightly. She tilted her head, studying him with genuine curiosity.
"Hmm... This is worse than I thought."
"Let's try something else, okay?" the doctor said, her voice calm and professional as she adjusted her clothing.
She walked over to her desk, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a book with a plain, unassuming cover.
She held it out to Charles. "Try reading this."
Charles took the book hesitantly, glancing at the doctor with a mixture of confusion and skepticism. Still, he opened it and began reading.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He flipped through the pages, his expression neutral.
But then, gradually, subtle changes began to appear.
His breathing quickened, his fingers twitched slightly against the paper, and his posture grew tense.
Within minutes, the reaction became undeniable. He shifted in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust his pants as the fabric suddenly felt too tight, too constricting.
His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he tried to focus on the text, but the growing discomfort between his legs made it difficult.
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The doctor leaned back against her desk, watching him with keen interest.
A knowing look crossed her face as she let out a soft hum.
"Hmm... This is worse than I thought indeed," she murmured, more to herself than to Charles.
Silently, she leaned over and caught a glimpse of the page he was fixated on.
The illustration was striking. A man was bound to a chair, his wrists tied behind him, his face contorted in anguish as tears streamed down his cheeks.
On the bed before him, a delicate, innocent-looking woman was pinned beneath a much larger, more imposing man.
The scene was charged with tension—the helplessness of one, the dominance of the other.
Understanding dawned on the doctor's face.
So this was what excited him.
She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then shifted her gaze back to Charles, who was still engrossed in the book, his breath uneven, his thighs pressed together as if trying to contain his reaction.
Fascinating.
***
Meanwhile, Madison found herself entangled in a situation she could hardly believe herself.
Her heart raced as she clutched her phone, the weight of her confession hanging heavily in the air.
She had debated for days whether to tell anyone, but the secret was eating her alive.
Mia, her sister and closest confidante, was the only person she trusted enough to share something so unthinkable.
The phone call had started innocently enough, with the usual small talk about work, family, and the chaos of daily life.
But as the conversation deepened, Madison's voice grew quieter, more hesitant.
Finally, she had blurted it out—the truth she could no longer contain.
"What? Did I hear you correctly, Mady? You're... sexually attracted to your son?!" Mia's voice was sharp, incredulous, and louder than Madison had anticipated.
The shock in her tone was palpable, and Madison immediately regretted her decision to speak up.
"Shhh! Mia, please, lower your voice!" Madison hissed, her eyes darting around the room as if someone might overhear, even though she was alone.
"What if your husband hears you? This isn't exactly something I want the whole world to know."
"Relax, he's not here," Mia replied, her tone still tinged with disbelief.
"I'm at the office. But Mady... this is... I don't even know what to say. How did this happen? When did it start? You need to tell me everything—from the beginning."
Madison hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt.
She had replayed the events in her mind countless times, trying to make sense of her own feelings.
It had started subtly, almost imperceptibly, but over time, it had grown into something she could no longer ignore.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she began to recount the story.
"It's not like I planned for this to happen, Mia. You know I'd never... I'd never intentionally feel this way. But it started a few months ago. He's been spending more time at home since he graduated from high school, and we've been talking more, bonding in a way we haven't in years. And then... I don't know, I started noticing things. The way he carries himself, his confidence, his smile... it's like I'm seeing him in a completely different light. And I hate myself for it, Mia. I hate that I can't just shut these feelings off."
Mia was silent for a moment, processing her sister's words.
"Mady... this is... I don't even know what to say. Have you talked to anyone about this? A therapist, maybe? This isn't something you can just brush under the rug."
"I know," Madison whispered, her voice breaking. "But how do I even begin to explain this to a therapist? What if they judge me? What if they think I'm some kind of monster? I already feel like one."
"You're not a monster," Mia said firmly, though her own voice wavered slightly.
"But this... this is serious, Mady. You can't let these feelings control you. You need help—professional help. And you need to create some distance between you and him before this goes any further."
Madison nodded, even though Mia couldn't see her.
"I know you're right. But it's so hard, Mia. He's my son. I love him, and I don't want to hurt him or ruin our relationship. But at the same time, I feel like I'm drowning in this... this guilt and confusion."
"It's okay, Mady. I'll help you out," Mia said, her voice softening with a mix of determination and concern.
"It's been years since I've taken a vacation anyway, and the last time I saw Jack, he was still in diapers. I guess it's time to finally see what you're dealing with up close and personal."
Madison exhaled a shaky breath, relief flooding through her at her sister's words.
"Thank you, Mia. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Don't mention it," Mia replied, though her mind was already racing.
She couldn't fully grasp the gravity of Madison's situation, but she knew her sister needed her now more than ever.
"I'll book a flight for next week. We'll figure this out together, okay?"
"Okay," Madison whispered, her voice barely audible.
As Mia hung up the phone, she leaned back in her office chair, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't shake the unease settling in her chest.
Little did she know, her decision to step into Madison's world would set off a chain of events that would ripple far beyond what she could imagine.
Her life, her relationships, and even her understanding of herself would be forever altered by what she was about to uncover.