Doctor Octopus Novels & Stories

Rather than flushing like a teenage girl who is seeing the dick for the first time. I was waiting for Scarlet to emerge while seated on the bench outside the doctor's office. "The doctor is summoning you inside, Mr. Oscar." "Me? Is everything okay?" "Come in, Mr. Oscar, please." They summoned me to the doctor's office. "Doctor, how is my infant doing?" Scarlet had her belly exposed as she lying down on the bed. "Mr. Oscar, here are your children." The doctor gestured to the screen with her finger. Instead of seeing a clear image of my baby, I can only make out some moving objects on the screen.

Alphonso queried, his panic palpable. “They’re history,” the green-tailed mermaid quipped, inciting laughter from the others. “Quick, fetch the doctor!” Alphonso bellowed. The doctor promptly arrived, his expression of sheer terror upon encountering me. He hesitated, ready to leave, stating he couldn’t treat such an unsightly creature. Alphonso’s promise of increased payment compelled him to gather his courage and attend to me. After an examination and numerous tests, the doctor summoned Alphonso.

The Russian hulk entered the room, and he nodded at me respectfully and, as usual, Jackson’s eyes widened when he saw him up and close. “Sergey, would you please tell Doctor Jackson here who was the monster that pummeled me yesterday?” I asked absently as I began to sip my coffee, enjoying its bitter taste and feeling it lightening up my nerves. Just what I needed. “No animal sir, it was Miss Brown who fucked you up like that.” Sergey said firmly, and I threw my head back and chuckled loudly, shaking and feeling tears fall from my eyes because Jackson spat his food and stared at me in horror

As it was, there were already telltale signs. "Every day at 4:00 pm!" Sebastian frowned slightly. Dexter did have a very strange condition. "Maeve, you and Harold don't need to worry about Uncle Dexter's condition. I've already asked Jovenshire's most famous doctor, Percy Wolham, to come. I'm sure he can cure Uncle Dexter," Callum said, looking triumphantly at Harold and Maeve. The old man sitting beside Callum looked contemptuously at Sebastian. How could such a young doctor be capable of anything?

It’s the only part of the door that isn’t bulletproof. My shoulders come down from my ears when I see that it’s just the doctor outside with a cart full of equipment. Dr. Santo has an unmistakable appearance – jet black hair and skin as pale as fresh snow. He obviously dyes his hair and it’s laughably unnatural, but he’s also the best OBGYN doctor in the state. Appearances fall to the wayside when you’re that skilled. I open the door, looking past him to doublecheck the hallway before ushering him in.

As I was lost in thought, the doctor from the Red Claw Pack suddenly dropped to his knees, shocking both me and Nate. “Doctor, what are you doing?” I reached out to help him get back to his feet, but he shook his head and grabbed onto my hands tightly. “Alpha Charlotte, please come with us to the Red Claw Pack. Please help me. I don't want to be an Omega. Being a doctor is my life purpose. I can't be an Omega!” he begged me with tears streaming down his face. I knew he was scared of losing his life purpose. But... “Please, Alpha Charlotte. I really don't want to be an Omega. They will abuse me my whole life if that happens,” the doctor started sobbing.

Oliver says exasperatedly. “I also don't want to hurt the babies Oliver, but we researched and saw that we can, I'm going to swell up and turn into a balloon and I won't even be able to walk properly, not to mention that there will be protection, we'll go months without having sex! Your dick and my pussy will create cobwebs.” I say, looking at his big cock. The doctor responds and says we are released but without exaggeration. "It saw! Now stop being so lazy and release the dick.” I say excitedly, filling my hand with his dick again.

--- Lucas sat in his dimly lit office, fingers drumming against the desk. His thoughts kept circling back to the recruit—the way he moved, the way he fought. Too familiar. But unplaceable. Before he could dwell on it further, his phone buzzed. Lucas rarely had time for medical updates, but when Dr. Whitmore called, he answered. The man wasn’t one to waste time. “Sir, we have a situation regarding your condition.” Lucas leaned back, face unreadable. “Explain.” The doctor hesitated. “Your oxytocin mutation... it’s changing.”

The doctor is obviously linking with the nurse when the nurse says, “Luna, this is our pack doctor. You can call him Opie. My name is Lana. The doctor would like me to help you remove your clothing so he may inspect the injuries we observed on your torso when you arrived. We realize some are old and just scars, but he wants to make sure they have healed as well as possible and the new injuries are healing properly also. Katia blushed but nodded that she was okay with the examination and allowed the nurse to help her remove her clothing. Doctor Opie continued to poke, prod, bend, and inspect every inch of her body. The little grunts and growls worried Katia, she didn’t want them to think that

The nurse nodded, and without another word, turned and left. The doctor approached me with his hands tucked behind his back like he was inspecting a display case. “Hm,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly, nostrils flaring. “An omega. Quite the scent.” I blinked. “W-What are you—” He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved around the room, picking up tools and adjusting machines. “You know,” he finally said, his voice low and oily, “I’ve met my fair share of omegas.”