Klay Thompson's Dirty Dump
***This story is a complete work of fiction involving Klay Thompson of the Golden State Warriors. This story features scat and piss. Readers should be 18 years of age or older.***
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"Alright Mr. Thompson, I'm ready for you."
One of the members of the Golden State Warriors medical team ducked his head out into the waiting room, signaling for one of the team's stars to come into the exam room. The start of the much-anticipated 2015-2016 season was just a mere three weeks away. Since they had had such an outrageously phenomenal season that culminated in their winning the championship in the preceding season, everyone on the team was doing as much...or depending on how you look at it, as little...as possible to ensure they remained healthy and avoided injury. Obviously, the goal for the upcoming season is for everyone to remain healthy so they can repeat the 2014-2015 season and lock in another championship under their belts.
Klay Thompson, one half of the incredibly talented Splash Brothers duo, regarded by many as the best backcourt in NBA history, arose from his seat and went into the exam room, closing the door behind him. He was one of the first members of the team to start all of the NBA-mandated exams for his full body physical, as he had arrived back the Bay Area in mid-September to rest up and start training for the upcoming season. He didn't want to be here, as no normal person would, but it was also exciting, knowing that he was just one step closer to being cleared to play in the upcoming season. The medical doctor, a young, handsome Dr. Stork look-alike named Dr. Travis, instructed the 6 feet 7 inches, 220 pound NBA guard to have a seat on the chair in the office as quickly he entered some background info into his computer. Once he finished, he turned to Klay.
"Good morning, Klay, how are you today?"
"I'm tired, but pretty good. Excited to get this taken care of so I can be cleared today."
"I completely understand that. I'm gonna try to have you out of here as quickly as possible. Now, I'm assuming you've been told what I'll be collecting during this exam, right?"
"Yeah," Klay said, blushing.
"Alright, good. Well, legally, I do have to re-state everything before we get started, okay? So just a reminder, I'm going to be collecting urine and stool samples as part of the new NBA health regulations." Dr. Travis provided Klay a handout with the key points of the new regulations as he verbally stated in detail why these samples were required and how they helped ensure players remained healthy. Klay quickly glanced over the document.
"And, as embarrassing and private as it is, I'll be watching you the entire time, just to make sure there's no manipulation of or tampering with the samples, and that they're handled properly."
This was the first time Klay was going to have to take a shit in front of somebody, but hey, in his mind, Dr. Travis had probably done it hundreds of time, so it was nothing new to him.
"So, with all of that being said, we can get started whenever you feel like you need to go."
"I think I'm ready now, actually," Klay said.
"Alright, well go ahead and remove your shirt, shorts, and underwear...you can keep your socks on...and have a seat up on the chair."
The baller did as he was told, noting that the "chair" was an intricate examination chair with just half seat and a raised back at about a 130 degree angle. Like a gynecologist table, it had raised two leg holders, spread far apart, and a large, shiny silver pan just off the edge of and slightly lower than the seat. Klay's hairy scrotum tightened and pulled closer to his body as they were exposed to the cool air. His nearly 6 inch cock hung freely beneath an unkempt bush of dark pubic hair. Dr. Travis was actually shocked at how much pubic hair Klay had, not so much because save for his equally bushy armpits, his body was virtually hairless. But rather because it looked as though the "kid" had never shaved; a rarity among young people these days. He wondered what the girls Klay fucked said every time he dropped his pants. And he also wondered how much bigger his cock would look if he were to get rid of all that hair, or trim it at least! Klay's dick, with its brown circumcision ring, was decent, but due to his stature, it unfortunately looked disproportionately small. Furthermore, it was somewhat skinny.
Dr. Travis continued: "You'll be sitting on the chair and you'll poop right into this container here," he said, pointing to the silver pan. Klay nodded as the young doctor handed him a small clear bottle. "If you can, try to pee as much as possible in this thing. The idea is not to have the samples mixed at all, so we don't want the urine samples to contain fecal matter and vice versa. That's why we ask for them to be done separately. I know some of the guys find it easier to pee standing up first and then come over here and take care of `number 2.' But if you normally do both at the same time, you can just arrange your penis in a way that captures your urine but is also comfortable for you. I know some guys put the tip of their penis in the bottle and just pee that way."
"Oh okay. I'll try to piss first."
"Alright, well start whenever you're ready, sir."
Klay took the clear container and instantly starting urinating. As a result of the excessive amount of water he had drank in order to be able to give a good sample, he was well hydrated, and the color of his piss was mostly clear with a faint hint of yellow. The piss stream shot from the large slit at the tip of the bulbous dried-out pinkish-white glans with such force that it formed frothy bubbles once it hit the inside of the container, and more than a few drops splashed back onto Klay's hand as he held the container in place. A loud burst of air exited Klay's anus just as he was shaking the residual piss from the tip of his cock. He was embarrassed as the smelly gas quickly consumed the examination room; he knew it was time to push out his man stink. Dr. Travis gagged in his mouth at the smell. If Klay's gas smelled like that, how would his turds smell?!
Dr. Travis stepped in and offered Klay wet wipes to clean his hands and piss slit, and he used some to wipe down the warm bottle of Klay's liquid juice before capping it, and writing Klay's name and information on the bottle with a black sharpie. He set the bottle down on the counter just in time to watch Klay turn around. He had a very cute butt, with nice cheeks, though it was on the flatter side. Clearly, he inherited this part of his body from his white mother rather than his black father. There was a very noticeable amount of fine hair that spread outward from his crack across his cheeks. Klay got up on the chair, and just as he was putting his legs onto the leg holders, another pungent fart escaped from his musky ass.
"Sorry, doc," he said embarrassingly.
"No problem at all," the doctor said. "That's actually a good sign! When did you have your last bowel movement?"
"Yesterday afternoon. After lunch. Been holding it since dinner last night, and I had a lot of fiber in my breakfast this morning."
"Oh wow, well you better go ahead and push that out then and clear yourself up!"
Another fart escaped. Klay had a very hairy crack, and the hairs on his perineum and around his hole were visibly wet with moist. Despite his hairiness, Klay's pinkish-brown hole was visible. The doctor's cock twitched imagining what the baller must smell like up close. And although he found these exams to be atrocious, mostly due to the horrid smell that emanated from his patients' bowels, he actually enjoyed watching these straight men's holes stretch wide and push out logs formed deep inside them.
"You get any shooting done this morning," the doctor asked inquisitively as he moved his chair to have better access to what Klay was about to do. Small-talk always helped ease discomfort.
"Yeah, I got little bit of time in the gym this morning, but had to stop cuz it was making things rumble down below and I didn't want to poop too early."
"I understand that."
Klay's body tensed up and he let out a soft, but nevertheless audible grunt. Dr. Travis watched as Klay's musky, hairy, young hole opened around a yellowish brown turd. It was visibly thick. Klay grunted again and the thick, long log came sliding out into the pan. The basketballer wiped his forehead and sighed, visibly relieved. The doctor would have to measure the turd as part of the exam process once Klay was finished, but he guesstimated that the turd Klay had just given birth to was at least 9 inches long and about 5 inches thick. It gave off one of the foulest odors Dr. Travis had ever smelled: an eclectic combination of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, sulphur, blue cheese, and fish. He had to hold his breath, and when he could no longer do that, he put his hand up to his nose and pinched it shut. Klay was visibly unaware of how the smell of his shit was affecting the doctor as he had his eyes firmly shut in deep concentration of this most sacred and private act.
Just as Dr. Travis prepared to ask Klay if he was done, the baller grunted again, and another huge turd, this one noticeably darker, slid out of his ass. The doctor guesstimated that this turd was probably just as big as the first, but a bit softer in texture. He had been sure to make note of the fact that, although Klay grunted a little, he had no trouble passing either turd. Despite their size, they slid out of his ass with ease and Klay didn't have to bear down and cut either turd in the middle of trying to eliminate it. As he looked up from his note pad, he watched Klay bear down for the first time. The baller had maneuvered his penis so that it was hanging over the pan instead on lying on his stomach.
"Doc, I think I have to piss again," the baller asked.
"Alright, if you're done you can stand up and finish in the bottle."
"No, I still gotta poop too. I just think some piss is gonna come out when I push and I don't want to mess the samples up like you said."
"Oh okay, well hang on for a sec. Let me grab something for you."
"Damn, what the fuck did you eat," the doctor thought to himself. He quickly got up and retrieved another pan for Klay to pee in from one of the bottom cabinets in the exam room. There was nothing to hold the extra pan in place, so the doctor planned to tell Klay he'd have to sit up a bit and hold it himself. He positioned it with his hands and prepared to tell Klay to hold grab it from him, when the baller opened his eyes and pushed out yet another third, very dark brown turd. As he pushed it out, a spurt of piss shot out from his dick, followed by a slow, steady trickle. Most landed in the pan, but a few drops landed on the young doctor's gloved hands and floor. Dr. Travis was intrigued by what he had just seen. He had seen, up close, Klay push out that dark-colored turd which contrasted so beautifully against his white skin as it made its exit. And if Klay could shoot piss out like that, he must have some amazing cumshots! To the doctor's amazement, Klay's hole was perfectly spotless. There were visible remnants of poop stuck on the ends of some of the hair surrounding his funky pucker, but the pucker itself was clean. But he had spoken to himself too soon. He looked down as Klay pushed out a fourth turd, his smallest yet. For whatever reason, this was the hardest to pass, and Klay bore down as it was about halfway out, staining his hole with small pieces of his scat. He grunted and grit his teeth as he pushed out the stubborn second half of the turd. He had to push hard and even press up on either side of his hole in order for it to come out. More piss trickled out the tip of his dick, which had become slightly engorged. When the turn finally made its exit, the baller clenched his hole firmly in reflexive manner. He repeated this process again several times, and the doctor, who had been standing in place holding the piss pan this entire time, noticed that Klay's hole was almost like a winking eye.
"Whew, I'm done," Klay said. "Got any toilet paper?"
"Yep, just a second." Dr. Travis put the piss pan on the floor and fetched the toilet paper from the counter.
"Thanks," Klay said with an appreciative smile as he took the roll from the doctor's hand.
Typically, the doctor would instruct the patient to step into the small bathroom in the office where they could have some privacy and a modicum of dignity as they cleaned themselves. But he was too intrigued with Klay. Besides, the baller didn't appear to be phased in the slightest that he would have to wipe his ass in front of him. So Dr. Travis just stood and watched and Klay broke off a few squares of toilet paper, folded them in his right hand, and reached between his legs and wiped back-to-front towards his perineum and balls. The doctor saw how the numerous hairs in the baller's crack were mowed forward when Klay ran the toilet paper across them, and the poop that had attached to them to form fresh dingleberries were transferred onto the toilet paper. When he finished, Klay looked at it and noticed the brown skid marks on the white paper. "Dammit," he whispered to himself, but audible enough for the doctor to hear.
"Where should I put this," Klay said, holding the filthy, used toilet paper in his hand. Dr. Travis held up the small trash receptacle and Klay tossed it in. He repeated the entire wiping process two more times. It was out of character and also extremely unprofessional, but throughout this entire time, Dr. Travis watched Klay clean himself, the first time he had watched the entire process of one of his patients from start to finish.
Klay hopped his lanky body out of the chair and wiped one final time standing up. As he did so, Dr. Travis took one final thorough look at Klay's nude body. He wasn't particularly muscular or well-toned, but the fact that he was a professional basketball player in the NBA was exciting enough and validated hype. He went to put his clothes back on, but not before stopping to look in the pan to see what his body had just produced. "Hmph, typical boy," Dr. Travis thought to himself. The doctor watched as Klay's ass cheeks shifted and jiggled with each step he took. He had become by now immune to the foul smell, but was sad the exam was over. Nevertheless, he took the opportunity to make some final small talk with the NBA champion before he left his office for good.
"Feel better?"
"Oh man, you have no idea. I needed that," Klay said with a slight smirk.
"I'll say. Gotta be honest with you, I've never seen somebody poop that much before!"
"Really?" Klay asked with a hint of concern in his voice. "Is that bad?"
"Oh no, man, not at all. You're good. Do you normally poop that much?"
"I poop a lot, but never that much. Maybe cuz I held it so long? I usually go twice a day."
"That's good to hear. That was a very healthy bowel movement, you just had. No need to worry. Keep doing what you're doing, and keep eating whatever you're eating!"
"Thanks, doc, I will. Take it easy"
And with that, Klay walked out the exam room.
"FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK," Dr. Travis thought to himself. He kept replaying in his mind what he had just witnessed. He wanted so badly to stick his finger inside Klay and massage his prostate as soon as he had pushed that first turd out. He immediately became hard. But he had work to do, and quickly remembered that he had to get the office cleaned up and start processing Klay's results. He went back to the pan filled with Klay's dump. He picked it and put it on the scale. "Holy shit, you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he said to himself. "One pound, fourteen ounces!" The poop Klay had just given birth to weighed approximately twice as much as what the average person produces! The doctor immediately got out his ruler and measured and made brief notes about each of Klay's turds in his notebook.
Turd #1: 9.6 inches. Yellowish-brown in color. Straight and very smooth with minimal cracks. Patient exhibited no discomfort releasing it.
Turd #2: 8.1 inches. Medium brown in color. Straight, but slightly coiled at the front tip. Mostly smooth, but multiple noticeable cracks. No discomfort releasing.
Turd #3: 4.5 inches. Dark brown. Bumpy with multiple cracks. It is the firmest one produced by the patient. No discomfort. Patient urinated while releasing.
Turd #4: 4 inches. Dark brown. Patient bore down and broke into two pieces. It is firm and bumpy with multiple cracks. Patient had trouble passing second half.
Dr. Travis prepared four small containers which he filled with a small scoop from of each of the four turds Klay had produced. Along with the piss the baller had made, he put the samples in a large white paper bag and sealed it shut at the top, writing his name in bold lettering across the seal. An orderly from the lab would be stopping by to pick it up for further evaluation later that afternoon. The doctor took the pans of shit and piss and reluctantly flushed them down the toilet in the small bathroom in the room. He knew it'd be too much to flush all out once, so he flushed the two larger turds individually, and disposed of the third and fourth together. Once finished, he propped up the two windows in his office to get some much needed fresh air to counter the pungent man-stink of Klay Thompson. He sat down at his desk and started typing information into his computer.
Two hours passed before his office phone rang.
"Dr. Travis, I know you had planned for a short day, but will you be able to fit another exam in your schedule today?" It was Lindsay, the young receptionist who had a crush on him.
"Umm, I was only planning on seeing Klay Thompson and getting his stuff taken care of."
"Yeah, I know. His Splash Brother Stephen Curry just stopped by on a whim's notice and wants to see if he go ahead and get his exam out of the way."
"Stephen Curry, you say?! Welp, I can't say know to him! Send him on back to my waiting room. Let him know I'll be out in 10 minutes. Gotta prep the office."
"Sure thing, doc, I'll let him know!"
"This can't be happening," Dr. Travis thought to himself. He was about to watch both Splash Brothers shit in front of him on the very same day! He quickly readied the office, prepped new containers for Steph's poop and piss samples, and locked a new sterilized pan in its place on the exam chair. He opened the door and stepped out into the waiting room.
"Mr. Curry...I mean, Mr. MVP! I'm ready to see you now, you can come on back."
-The End-
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