Steph's Agonizing Constipation
***This story is a complete work of fiction involving Stephen Curry of the Golden State Warriors. This story features scat and piss. Readers should be 18 years of age or older.***
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"Mr. Curry...I mean, Mr. MVP! I'm ready to see you now, you can come on back."
The 2014-2015 NBA MVP stepped into the exam room and, following Dr. Travis' instructions, sat down in the chair across from his desk while he put his information into the computer. Steph held his stomach as he did so with a clear look of discomfort on his face. The doctor inquired.
"Is everything okay, Mr. Curry?"
"Yeah...I just have a little...embarrassing problem."
"Embarrassing? Well, if it's something medical, I'm the right person to try and help. Want to tell me what's going on?
Curry's light golden brown cheeks reddened and he propped his chin into his right hand, pondering whether or not he should actually tell the doctor this. It was certainly something out of the ordinary for him, but not something he had not had previous experience with before. Everyone did. "What the fuck, he's a doctor for crying out loud," Steph thought to himself.
"Well doc, I've been feeling a little constipated the past couple of days. That's actually why I came down here to see if you could see me and help me out. It's become unbearable, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to go to the bathroom."
"You're fucking right, I can help you out," Dr. Travis thought to himself. But of course he couldn't say that aloud.
"Hmm, constipated, eh," the doctor said. "When's the last time you had a bowel movement?"
"Three...almost four days ago."
"Oh wow, yeah, umm I'm sure you are blocked up a bit."
"Yeah, I really am. I can't even remember ever feeling this constipated."
"Oh, so it's not a regular occurrence for you then? That's good to know." The doctor continued: "Give me some background info, how do you think this came about? What have you been eating and doing...or not doing...that has messed up your routine?"
"Well, I've been traveling a lot to see my family and friends before the season starts," the MVP said. "So that means I've been drinking a lot of alcohol lately, and haven't been drinking as much water and eating as much fiber and other healthy food for that matter, as I should."
"What have your meals been like over the past couple of days," the doctor inquired.
"Lots of steak...fries...that kind of stuff."
As the MVP spoke, Dr. Travis listened intently as he jotted down notes on his notepad. He was getting an erection just thinking about how interesting and fun this exam with Steph was going to be. And he ran over multiple sadistic, unprofessional ideas in his mind that he could do to enhance his own personal pleasure at the expense of Steph's discomfort. There was no time to waste; he wanted to get down to business right away.
"Well, Mr. Curry, I think I can help you out. Not only will we be able to go ahead and unblock your bowels, but we can go ahead and get your exam out of the way so you can get cleared to play. How's that sound?"
"That sounds amazing," Steph said. He gave off a shy smile, exposing the small gap between his teeth.
Dr. Travis went over all the legalities with Steph and told him about the why the exam was necessary. As he had done with Steph's teammate Klay Thompson earlier that morning, he handed the MVP a handout with the most important information regarding the exam for Steph to read.
"You can go ahead and undress," the doctor said to the baller.
Steph stood up and took off his gray Under Armour t-shirt, revealing a handsomely toned, but otherwise unremarkable torso. His two reddish-brown nipples contrasted vividly against his smooth, completely hairless golden brown skin. Dr. Travis was able to catch a quick glimpse of the MVP's armpits which held a very small amount of light brown hair. A small drop of sweat trickled down from his left pit onto his side before Steph rubbed it into his skin, likely caught off guard by the tickling sensation it created as it made its way down his body. Dr. Travis' young cock twitched in his pants.
The MVP unbuckled his belt and slid down his black slim fit jeans. A small bulge was visible through a pair of red Express boxer briefs, but before Dr. Travis even had time to try to outline the full thing or try to make out whether or not Steph was circumcised, the MVP was pulling them off from around his ankles.
Steph indeed was circumcised. A dark brown circumcision scar located about an inch and a half above his dry reddish-brown glans circled his approximately 5.5 inch flaccid cock, which was about two shades darker than the rest of his body. At the base of his penis was a well-trimmed upside-down triangle of light brown pubic hair. His scrotum, which was a dark brown color, and probably the darkest part of his body, looked, like most of his body, completely hairless. As was the case with Klay Thompson, the overall impressiveness of Steph's dick was unfortunately diminished against his 6 feet 3 inch frame. It would have looked far more mouth-watering than it already did if it were on a shorter guy.
"We're gonna go ahead and start with the urine test," Dr. Travis said, handing Steph a see-through container.
Before Dr. Travis could offer any further instruction, Steph had his glans lined up directly with the bottle's opening and unleashed a powerful jet of dark yellow piss. White, frothy bubbles quickly accumulated, and by the time the MVP had finished, the contents in the container could have easily been mistaken as a cup of beer based off its appearance alone. Steph gently squeezed his glans to push out any excess urine from his bladder, and he slid his left index finger over his piss slit to collect the last drop of urine that stubbornly didn't want to leave his urethra. To Dr. Travis' utter shock and amazement, Steph brought the finger up to his mouth and inserted it up to the first knuckle, tasting the "beverage" he had just released from his bladder. Completely unphased, the baller nonchalantly handed the bottle back to Dr. Travis while still sucking the juice off his finger. Only the warmth of the bottle's contents brought the doctor back from his daze into reality. He also noticed that he had slightly drooled.
"Seems like you're a little dehydrated, Mr. Curry," Dr. Travis said as he placed the urine sample on the counter and casually wiped the drool from the right corner of his mouth. He noticed that the Steph's urine gave off a strong odor.
"What do you mean," the MVP inquired.
"Well, when you're dehydrated, your urine is this dark yellow color. The more hydrated you are, the less yellow and clearer it is. And your urine has a pretty strong smell which isn't typically the case when you're well hydrated."
"Oh okay, yeah, I've heard that. Well, like I said, I haven't been drinking as much water lately as I should."
"No worries, I'm sure that'll change as soon as you guys start training again. You can go ahead and have a seat up in the exam chair," Dr. Travis said as he sealed and marked Steph's urine sample, but not before taking one final whiff. "Place your legs in the leg holders."
The MVP held his stomach once again in discomfort, as he did what he was told. Dr. Travis looked up from his work to watch Steph as he climbed into the chair. He had the cutest little ass the doctor had ever seen; it was, unlike his cock at first glance, perfectly proportional with the rest of his body. His cheeks were hairless, taut, and firm. They had a very nice hump to them, and not the slightest ounce of fat or flab.
As Steph climbed into the seat, Dr. Travis watched as the most private part of the young light-skinned black man's body became visible as he spread his legs and put them into the leg holders. Steph's hole was an interesting reddish-pinkish-brown color that stood in sharp contrast not only with his dark scrotal sac, but the rest of his skin as well. Dr. Travis could practically count on one hand the few small strands of brown hair that circled his opening. Unlike Klay whose hairy ass and crack camouflaged his hole, Steph's was unobstructed and completely visible. As. Dr. Travis approached Steph in the chair, he maintained eye contact with the baby-faced man's young hole and imagined beads of sweat rolling down his crack in the final minutes of the fourth quarter on game night. Steph Curry: musky and sweaty; what more could a horny young doctor ask for?!
"Alright Steph, whenever you can, try to go ahead and pass your stool," the doctor instructed.
Dr. Travis watched as the young man's anus flared and opened. Steph grunted as he tried to push, and the doctor watched, completely captivated, as the baller's hairless hole opened and closed each time he had to catch his breath and try pushing again. "AAARRGGGGHHHHH," Steph grunted through his gapped teeth. The stubborn turd refused to leave the warmth of the young man's hole.
"If you don't mind, I'm gonna take a look," Dr. Travis said. He placed his face just inches away from Steph's opening in order to offer himself the best possible view. He could practically feel the heat touching his nose and chin as it emanated from Steph's body. He had to resist the urge of sticking his tongue out and make contact with Steph's skin.
"Go ahead and try to push again," the doctor instructed.
Steph did as he was told, and to his utter embarrassment, the silence of the exam was disrupted by an explosively loud fart. Almost instinctively, the young man's hole clenched itself shut, and Steph let out a soft, "I'm sorry, doc." The sound of the fart had barely registered in the young doctor's ears before the smell hit him dead in the face. As he was still only inches away from Steph's opening, the heat and unique scent of raw tilapia and spoiled milk immediately penetrated Dr. Travis' nose, causing his knees to buckle, sending the young man falling to the floor, partly due to the fact that he was caught off guard by the fart and partly due to the fact that the smell was so glorious. This was, after all, Steph's most personal scent. Steph looked down from the exam chair and his eyes met those of the young doctor as the latter embarrassingly climbed back to his feet. Dr. Travis didn't know what to say, so he immediately offered a suggestion to his patient.
"Here's what I think: the mucus in your anus has dried up, and your feces have hardened. If it's okay with you, what I'd like to do is coat your anal walls with this cream which will make it easier to pass the stool you currently have accumulated."
Dr. Travis showed Steph the cream and explained further how it worked. He explained to Steph that he would apply the cream to his gloved index finger, insert it up until his last knuckle into his anus, and perform a full 360 degree circumnavigation as he applied it along the baller's internal walls. The doctor made sure to note that it would make the MVP slightly uncomfortable for a minute or two because it would give him an even fuller feeling having both the turd and finger inside him. And depending on how big the turd was, it was very likely that Dr. Travis' finger would brush up against it, moving it slightly, causing further discomfort. But he nevertheless also made sure to mention that for many patients, there was a strange mix of both pain and pleasure, and it was not uncommon for men to grow erections at the sensation. The MVP was unphased by all of this information.
"Whatever works to get this stuff out of me, I'm cool with," Steph said.
"Alright," said the doctor.
He immediately gloved his hands and put a small amount of the cream onto his right index finger. Sadistically, he initially put a far too small amount, as he wanted to see just as tight Steph's hole was. But the plan didn't work, because Steph's hole, still stretched full with the stubborn fecal matter sitting just past his sphincter, easily swallowed the doctor's digit. Dr. Travis' finger immediately hit the turd which was, quite literally, as hard as a brick. "Damn," he thought to himself. He had honestly never felt a turd that hard before.
"I'm gonna do some light probing and tapping of your feces just to get an idea of how much cream I need to use in order for you to pass it," he said to Steph.
The MVP, who had his eyes closed, nodded in agreement. Once again he tapped up against the firm turd, causing Steph to writhe slightly in discomfort. He immediately withdrew his gloved finger, which was surprisingly unstained, and applied more cream to it. Once properly lubricated, the doctor pressed up against Steph's hole, which once again immediately sucked in the finger. He ended up circling around Steph's hole three different times, and had even gone out of his way to find and press against the young man's prostate. Steph still had his eyes closed, clearly unphased at the fact that the doctor was doing things he didn't mention would be necessary.
"Try to push again."
Steph did as he was told, and through gritted teeth, part of the turd finally became visible. It literally had Steph's hole stretched unbelievably far. Steph kept pushing before running out of breath and stopping. Part of the turd, about an inch and a half was sticking out of the young man's opening. Its dark coffee brown color contrasted sharply with Steph's golden skin. Dr. Travis guesstimated that it was at least 7 inches in circumference. It was lumpy with many visible cracks, and just based off the little portion that was exposed, the doctor could immediately tell that it could be classified as a "Type 2" turd on the Bristol Stool Chart.
The MVP had regained enough breath and strength to push again. As he did, the turd inched its way out. It remained hard; not a piece broke off. A piece of corn was visible on the left side of the turd, and just as Dr. Travis was about to drift into a yet another daze thinking about that undigested piece of corn that had been sitting in Steph's ass for who knows how long, he looked up just in time to see Steph piss all over himself. It was only now that he noticed that Steph had a full-fledged erection, and as he handed the MVP some paper towels to clean up, he noticed that the piss was actually a mix of piss and seminal fluid. It took everything in his power to resist licking up the fluid Steph had just produced before wrapping his lips around his erect cock which lay flat on his stomach. It was now easily 8.5 inches long, and about 6 inches thick.
Dr. Travis broke out of his daze and went and grabbed the hard turd, about five inches of which was hanging out of Steph's hole. Without warning Steph, he wrapped his entire right hand around the warm log and gently tugged on it. Steph let out a moan which sounded like a mix of both pain and pleasure. The doctor let go of the turd, and opened his hand, taking note of the brown streaks that now appeared on his purple glove. He finally realized that there was virtually no smell emanating from the hard turd, so, seeing that Steph had closed his eyes once again, he brought his glove up to his nose and inhaled softly. There was only the faintest trace of the smell of poop. "How interesting," the doctor thought to himself. "Such a foul odor of gas, but virtually nothing with his poop."
Approximately six minutes had passed, and Steph still had not emptied his bowels. The MVP geared himself up and pushed yet again. This time, the rest of turd slid out with relative ease, and plopped into the silver pan below the seat with a loud "thump." Dr. Travis watched as Steph's brutalized hole stood completely agape, the pink of his insides clearly visible. It was simply too painful for him to clench down and close it. The doctor guessed that he could have easily slid three fingers inside the MVP. "If only he knew how vulnerable he looked right now," he thought to himself. He would've done anything to unzip his pants, free his raging boner, and immediately slid it into the filthy warmth of Steph's man-stink.
"How are you feeling, Mr. Curry," the doctor inquired.
"Oh my g...so much better. But I still feel like I got more."
Dr. Travis' eyes almost bulged from their socket. "Mind if I go in and get the rest?"
"Do your thing, doc."
Dr. Travis stuck two fingers inside Steph's still agape hole, and this time the MVP clenched down firmly around them. "If only this were my dick your hole was clenching around," the doctor thought to himself. He probed around, purposely touching Steph's prostate several times before feeling several hard clumps. One by one, he manually drug them out with the two fingers he had inside the baller. The MVP moaned in pleasure as the doctor took an unusually and unnecessarily long time at the man's sphincter, making sure to stretch it each time he pulled a clump out. All in all, he pulled out six small rock hard clumps of poop. Steph sighed in relief.
"How are you..."
Dr. Travis stopped in the middle of his sentence as he noticed a puddle of white fluid clogging Steph's navel and coating his lower abdomen. The doctor had been so awestruck and mesmerized by the contents in the silver pan that had just come from Steph's young asshole that he had completely missed Steph's perineum and anus contracting wildly in excitement as the young man had ejaculated completely hands-free all over his stomach. The weird mix of pain and pleasure he had experienced as Dr. Travis had had his fingers inside him had sent him over the edge, and five days' worth of baby-making fluid erupted from his engorged penis without him having touched it not a single time.
"How are you feeling now, Mr. Curry," the doctor said, finishing his sentence. He was both annoyed and pissed that he had missed Steph's wild cumshot.
"I feel like a new man. An empty man," Steph said with a big toothy grin as he pounded his fists into the air.
As he got up from the exam chain, cum ran down either side of his abdomen and dotted the chair upon which he had just sat. Dr. Travis watched as Steph helped himself to some napkins and wiped the front of his body down. Once he was finished, he went and looked into the pan to see just exactly what had given him so much discomfort over the past couple of days.
"Wow," Steph said, as he stared, still completely naked, into the pan.
"Mr. Curry, I kid you not, those are the hardest pieces of feces I have ever seen in my experience as a doctor."
"Man, I swear it felt like I was giving birth," Steph joked.
"Wanna see how big it is," the doctor asked.
"Oh yeah, sure."
Dr. Travis retrieved his measuring tape.
"Nine point one inches long, seven point two inches around," the doctor exclaimed.
"Oh my...what the fuck? That's bigger than my dick!" the MVP joked. "No wonder why that shit hurt; I was pretty much getting fucked in the ass...literally!" Dr. Travis' dick twitched again.
"Let's weigh it," the doctor said. "Two pounds! Wow, Steph, two pounds! That's a lot, man."
Steph rubbed his stomach, happy to finally be relieved, and shook his head in disbelief. He went to go put his clothes back on.
"Oh, Mr. Curry." Steph looked up as he went to put his underwear on. Dr. Travis was holding a roll of toilet paper. "You forgot to wipe, sir."
"Oh damn, haha, my bad," Steph said, taking the roll.
He tore a few piece off, and, standing stark naked in the middle of the exam room with his left hand holding his left ass cheek apart from the right, he wiped that most sacred spot of his body, front-to-back, then back-to-front a total of four times. Dr. Travis couldn't help but notice how focused and thorough Steph was as he wiped himself. For someone who "forgot" to wipe his ass after pooping, he was surprisingly not negligent when it came to cleaning himself. When he was finished, he walked, still naked, to the bathroom in the office and flushed the used brown-stained pieces of toilet paper down the toilet. Dr. Travis watched as the baller's dick bounced around and swung from side-to-side with each step he took. Steph dressed himself and thanked Dr. Travis for his help.
"Thanks again doc, I really appreciate it. I feel soooooooo much better."
"Sure thing, no problem. That's what I'm here for! You enjoy the rest of your day."
"Thanks, sir, you too."
Dr. Travis waved Steph goodbye and immediately sank into his computer chair. His dick was raging hard and needed to be serviced immediately. He unzipped his black slacks and freed his 7 inch circumcised white flesh and immediately began jacking it. In less than two minutes, his testicles had emptied a thick, white cream into some paper towels the doctor had placed just beneath his piss slit to catch all of his goo and make the cleanup process that much easier.
Once he had recovered from his own self-pleasure, he went back and prepared the necessary samples of Steph's poop for further examination. Steph's main turd was so hard that the doctor literally had to cut off a piece of it with a small surgical utensil. He packed the stool and urine samples into a white paper bag, and left it sealed and signed with his signature right next to the bag that contained the samples he had collected from Klay Thompson just hours earlier.
Dr. Travis went back to the silver pan containing the large, heavy turd Steph had agonizingly given birth to minutes earlier and picked it up with his bare hand. He took a sniff before mustering up the courage to stick his tongue out and taste it. His knees buckled yet again, but he was able to catch himself this time. "FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK," he said aloud. He went to his drawer, pulled out a clear Ziploc bag, and placed the hard turd inside. After cleaning up the examination chair and disposing the other small clumps of turds and cleaning the silver pan that held them, Dr. Travis placed the Ziploc bag in his brief case, collected his belongings, turned off the lights in his office, and locked his door.
"You look happy, doc. What're you up to tonight" Lindsay, his receptionist inquired.
"Oh nothing much. I'm planning on having a little fun tonight with a little gift Stephen Curry just gave me...or MADE me, I should say."
And with that, Dr. Travis winked and waved goodbye.
-The End-
Thank you all so much for the wonderful feedback I received from my first scat story, "Klay Thompson's Dirty Dump!" The response was overwhelming, so I immediately began writing this one. I hope this much-anticipated sequel did not disappoint!
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