It was an unusually warm fall day as Brad Tomkins strode across campus from his dorm to Dr. Marky's office. Brad had been feeling run down and sluggish, so Coach Phillips suggested getting a full physical. After all, there was a big wrestling match coming up, and Brad was his best wrestler. He couldn't sacrifice him. Brad knew he was just run down from studying all night for midterms, holding down a part time job, and wrestling. He knew he just needed something for a little extra energy, but he did as the Coach said.

When Brad reached the Doctor's office he was sweating. He probably shouldn't have worn a sweatshirt, but he had expected it to be much cooler out. He was greeted by Nurse Farell. "Brad have a seat the Doctor will see you in a minute. We're a little short-handed today. Everyone is out sick. It's just the Doctor and myself," she added.

Brad went to take a seat in one of the waiting room chairs, but his ass was too big to fit in between the armrests, so instead he took a seat on the sofa. He picked up a copy of Sports Illustrated, dated October 1992, sitting in the table in front of the sofa. Brad chuckled to himself, wondering if there was a company out there that supplied out-of-date magazines to Doctor's offices.

Soon the Nurse came out and took him back. She did the usual things; weighed him, took his pulse, and his temperature. He was then ushered into another room where Nurse Farrell informed him that the Doctor would be in shortly. She then told him to strip to his underwear to save time. On her way out she mentioned that all their dressing gowns were at the laundry and shut the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Brad pulled his grey Nike sweatshirt up over his head. He was still hot from the walk over and his well-defined pecs were glistening with beads of sweat. He then kicked off his running shoes. He wore black running pants with an elastic waist, so he began trying to get the waistband over his big round ass and remove them. He finally wiggled out of them and stood there clad only in his white calf length socks and a pair of skimpy white nylon bikini briefs.

Brad caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror across the room and immediately regretted his decision to wear white briefs. His whole body glowed with sweat still, and the front of his little bikini was saturated with it, making the material transparent. His cock was completely visible. He turned to get a look at his muscular ass in the mirror, to see if the back was as see thru as the front.

Looking at his big bubble butt in the mirror Brad noticed that his bikini was riding up his ass crack. He pulled it out and covered his beefy cheeks as best he could. However, the back was soaked with sweat too, causing the material to cling to his large melons.

The door swung open and in walked Dr. Marky. "Brad, good to see you." He set down his clipboard and keys on the counter, holding out his hand to Brad.

Brad spun around, "Yes, you too Doctor." He took the Doctor's hand and shook it.

"So you’re here for a physical," stated the Doctor. "Well, hop up on the table and let’s get started.