Dick Dodgers

Dick Dodgers SFPI

(Space Faring Paranormal Investigator) & the Case of the Orgasmic Organism:

Chapter 1: Corpus Erecti

“Yeah, that’s what I call a stiff alright,” the detective said as the young coroner pulled back the sheet. “So, how many so far?”

“Five this week so far. Six last week.” Reaching down the doctor pushed a button on the slot next to the one the fresh cadaver lay on. Another metallic tray silently slid out. On it was another sheet bedecked corpse. Midway down the covered body the sheet had a rather significant bulge. The area around the protrusion had a large circular damp spot.

“Wow. I haven’t tented a sheet that well since I was sixteen.”

“Yeah. These guys seem to be having wet dreams up to four or five days after death. This guy kicked it last Eightday.”

“Shit! Any idea what’s causing this?” the detective queried.

“The doctors are calling it the,” making finger quotes, “Orgasmic Organism.”

The grizzled detective let out a small “hmph” as his mouth quirked in an almost smile.

“Let’s see,” the white coated doctor said, riffling through the papers on his clipboard. “We don’t have a lot of information yet, but it appears to be ingested orally. No pun intended,” he said, looking up with a half grin. “The organism, once ingested, takes up residence in the patient’s testicles.”

“No women patients at all?”

“No. This organism seems to affect only males. As I was saying, it takes up residence in the testicles…” The doctor, donning surgical gloves, pushed aside the mostly still erect penis and gently cupped the deceased man’s testicles in the palm of one hand. The testicles appeared to the detective to be swollen to about half again what would seem to be normal. “Once ensconced in the testicles it causes sperm count to multiply exponentially.”

As the detective leaned over to look closer the doctor gave the deceased’s testicles a gentle squeeze. A white substance oozed out of the opening at the tip of the penis. “Crap!” The detective pulled back as the doctor laughed. “Kind of like playing squeeze the bulb on a fake flower,” the doctor said, chuckling.

“Yeah. Great gag doc. So, this could be a fantastic fertility drug. I know some guys would give their eye teeth for it.” The detective removed his plastsheen jacket and set it on the back of a faux-leather chair reminiscent of those from 20th century earth.

Rolling his eyes, the doctor turned back to the cadaver. “Maybe so, except that it causes uncontrolled erections and almost continuous ejaculation lasting for days until the patient dies of dehydration and/or exhaustion.”

“Wow. Pop off until you pop off, huh? Now that’s severe priapism.”

Letting out a laugh, the doctor released the swollen scrotum and removed the gloves, tossing them into a hole in the chromeen counter. A small electrical flash indicated their instant incineration.

“Any cure doc?”

“Nothing short of castration, or at least gelding I’m afraid.”

“Well damn. Guess it’s time to call Dick Dodgers.”

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Chapter 2 : https://vocal.media/fiction/dick-dodgers-sfpi-chap-2

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