The Chair
mc; Mf; Mg; preg; tf; tg; inc
I wish I'd never bought this house with the office below it. I especially wish I'd never bought and installed that chair. As a pediatrician, I really don't need a gynecological chair, even one designed for use with younger girls. But my wife found it in the basement, and we couldn't afford another exam table, according to my wife, for the third examination room, so I put it to use.
My nurse started putting the older girls in examine three after it was installed. Generally, I'd have my patients undress to their underwear, only pulling it aside or down as necessary to examine them, and for the shortest possible time. In examine three, the girls are always naked, and they're always wet and ready when I get there.
I know I shouldn't do it, but I can't stop it. After I finish their check up, I fill up their wombs with my seed. After I leave examine three, I live in fear of discovery, especially as they walk out with my seed running down their legs. I would have never done it, or even thought of it, before the chair was installed.
The girls don't seem to have a problem with what I'm doing to them though. They thank me whenever I see them, even as some of their bellies have started to swell. Their mothers seem to be unconcerned too.
I don't think the chair is just making me do the girls I put in it, either. I think it's doing something to me too. I've lost weight, and my hair has lost the graying that had started at my temples. Mother says that you should get on my diet as I look like I did when I graduated high school.
This morning, my twelve-year-old daughter got her check up. I don't know what my nurse was thinking, putting her in examine three. I know it was the most fertile time of the month for her, but we couldn't stop ourselves. I sent her back up to her room, naked, with my seed leaking from her.
I don't know what her mother was thinking putting her in examine three with me. She knows I can't stop, and now she's made the charges I'll face when they come to arrest me much worse. I'm afraid to leave the house now. If they see me with all the patients I've been unable to stop impregnating, I'll be arrested for it. The counts of statutory rape alone will probably put me in jail for multiple lifetimes.
Oh no, not our ten-year-old too! You've got to help me stop this Dad!
I'm a just retired GP, from the days when a General Practitioner actually did everything, no referring things to specialists. I covered everything from birth to death. My oldest son, Peter, though is a pediatrician. I convinced him to buy my old practice, with the house above it. He needed the space, as he's given me six granddaughters with another on the way, much more than the two sons and one daughter that your mother gave me.
When Peter invited me over to discuss his practice, I didn't expect to hear what was happening to him. I thought it was a trick of the light when he looked younger, but it wasn't. If I was any judge, my forty-three year-old son looked more like he was sixteen. He told me about the compulsions that he got when he was in the room with the chair. I knew about them. The chair had once been mine.
It had resided in the basement, purchased as a result of a fire sale of a doctor who was moving in a nearby county, some years ago. I'd used it once, with my daughter, eight years ago when she was fourteen, and never again. Not after she ended up waddling to High School with a baby girl that she had in November of her Freshman year.
I heard how he was taking every girl that his main nurse, his wife, was putting in examine three. He told me how afraid he was that he'd get caught for something he couldn't stop. I knew he wouldn't. I hadn't, and neither had Doctor Gray. The chair wouldn't allow it.
He told me that his oldest daughter Arcadia had been in the chair this morning, and suddenly I knew that it wasn't Peter's wife who was in control, it was my daughter, who had recently been hired by her brother. I knew it couldn't be stopped.
Nothing stopped Artemis. She already had Beatrice in the chair, naked, and stroking herself, ready for her father's seed when we went into the assumed-empty examination room. I watched as my son mated with his daughter. Neither could or wanted to stop their animalistic mating. I knew that I would soon have at least a pair of pregnant granddaughters.
I was still in the room, after Peter and Beatrice left, looking at the chair. That's when Atalanta came in with her mother. I couldn't stop myself, Paul. The next thing I knew, I had taken both my daughters again. I left them both in examine three, my seed leaking from them, feeling younger than I had in years.
You're going to have to put all of us in jail, son.
My father thought it would be safe to let me in examine three, where the chair was, since I was a boy. He was still deciding if he was going to arrest Grandpa and Uncle Peter for doing something for to girls in the room. He didn't want me to hear what he was discussing with them, so he pushed me into examine three and closed the door.
There were two places to sit in the room, and since my legs started to feel week, I needed to sit down. I could have sat in the doctor's stool, but I didn't. I sat in the chair. After a few minutes, I found myself talking off my clothes. I don't know why. As soon as I was naked, I put my legs in the stirrups. My legs grew weak. I could move. The chair tilted back, and I found myself looking at the ceiling.
There was a mirror on the ceiling. I could see my thing reflected in it. I was only ten, at it wasn't very big, but it seemed to be getting smaller, and I couldn't see my balls. It took a lot of effort, but I got my right hand down to touch them. My balls were gone. My hand felt a rift forming between my legs. It was getting deeper, as my thing shrunk. My thing started to slide into the rift, as my finger found my new hole.
I gasped as I realized what was happening to me. I was turning into a girl. I felt my nipples start to tingle as my finger started to move in and out of my forming pussy. My thing was gone now. It felt really good with my fingers moving in and out of my wet little pussy. My other hand found my tingling nipples were swelling into small breasts. I moaned loudly.
That's what brought my father back into the room. "Little Paul?" he said.
"Daddy!" I moaned back. Soon his pants were on the floor and his hard cock replaced my fingers. There was no way I could stop it. I was stuck in that chair, just like my cousins had been. "Daddy!" I moaned again as he came inside me.
When he pulled out, I watched his seed leak from inside me. "Daddy, will you do that to me again every night?"
"I don't think I have a choice, Little Paula. I guess I won't be arresting your grandfather or uncle," he said, pulling back up his pants. "If I know that chair, if you're not pregnant now, you will be, and once the box of chocolates is open, you might as well eat it all. So I expect you naked in your bed tonight."
Dad, both my brothers, my daughter, my nieces, and one former nephew, they all blame what happened to them in the chair on me. I suppose they might be a bit right. But I didn't make the chair. Uncle Joseph made the chair.
Uncle Joseph had something against Doctor Ricter over in Holister, so he created the chair, sneaking it into the doctor's office one Sunday night. I'm not entirely sure what all happened, but Doctor Ricter ended up abandoning his practice, along with a sizable stable of mistresses. He was last seen boarding a west bound freight train.
Dad took over his practice. Uncle Joseph took over the mistresses, whom he's kept content and occasionally pregnant for more than a decade. I think he got the better deal. Somehow the chair ended up in the basement of our house, below the Doctor's Office. That's where I found it.
I didn't mean to strip off my clothes and get stuck in it. It just sort of happened. By the time Dad found me, I was naked, and my then-thirteen year old body was already leaking. Dad couldn't stop from filling my womb, and nine months later Atalanta was born.
We locked up the chair after that, and I raised my daughter, mostly forgetting about how I'd gotten pregnant. After I graduated from high school, I went on to nursing school, intending to work for my much older brother, Peter. (He may have a daughter who's just four years older than mine, but he's twenty-one years older than I am.) Then less than six months after I started, he ran the projection. Unless more children were born in the locality soon, he wouldn't have enough patients to support two nurses, even in this one-pediatrician town. Understandably, his wife had the job of nurse first.
That's when I put the chair in exam three. That's when I suggested to my brother's wife that the older girls be put in exam three. I was not surprised to hear my brother having sex with the girls. I was surprised when they started exiting the room naked, with my brother's seed leaking from them, and their parents said nothing.
Their parents rejoiced when they brought their newly pregnant daughters in to confirm their pregnancies. I was surprised, and even more so when the girls started approaching my brother to thank him outside the office for giving them babies.
Then came the day when my sister-in-law put her eldest daughter in exam three with her father. It was then that I knew it was out of control. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I tried, and then ended up back with Dad in examine three after he did Atalanta. As my eight-year-old, no longer virgin, daughter exited examine three with Dad's sperm leaking from her, and Dad slid inside me to create another baby inside me, I realized something. I haven't grown an inch since he put Atalanta inside me. I'm still physically the same thirteen-year-old girl, even though it's been nine years.
I was still thinking about that, naked, leaking Dad's sperm, in my post at the reception desk when my brother Paul and his son little Paul arrived. Once I saw that little Paul was now naked little Paula, I knew I had to get Uncle Joseph to do something about the chair he created. He won't though. He wants more horny little girls in the county.
