Calling Dr. Dietz

Adam wandered down to his home office in the twilight just before sunrise. He prided himself on being industrious, and if Beth had left him something to look over, he was sure it was important enough to get right on top of. Beth continued to be Adam's own secret informal conduit of business information, and often what she reported helped him stay solid in his work with Linda Redstone.

Adam looked over the new sheaf lying on his desk and frowned. He found it hard to grasp the gist of it, but offhand it seemed like there were a lot of exchanges going on very high up, higher than Linda. Much of the sheaf talked a lot about Rakorama, a region of the world which he sometimes heard about in the news as some rapidly rising new economy.

He sighed. No doubt Beth was trying to be helpful, but he simply wasn't that interested in all the top-level megafinancial wheeling and dealing.

No, if there was anything that concerned him, it was yesterday. He had been out of control. A person untrained in observing too-males, or even truly knowing anything about them, might have been fooled b y Adam's carefully learned veneer of cool, but Adam understood full well the natural rhythms and capacities of his own body and realized he was in bad shape, perhaps the worst shape since his troubled adolescence when he had first been forced to wrestle with his too-maleness.

Gogo. It had all started with Gogo, with wanting her, with spontaneously fucking her, with actually allowing her to ravish him right then and there in the car, and then he had fucked her a third time and he had let fly his semen all over her. Flora and Gina and Heather had all picked up on Gogo's effect on him and had been even hornier than usual last night, and then he had come home and fucked Charlotte and Donna for little more reason than the fact that he still had a raging erection which could not be satisfied, and which only bent and withered away as he fell asleep. Gogo fever was racing and pounding through his blood all afternoon and evening --

Oh, my God, she's going to be my secretary today, he realized. He already accepted it as a given that he would have to fuck her, it would be impossible not to, their being so close all fucking day long. Even as he reflected on this he groaned as his cock suddenly sprang to new sex-mad life out of his pajamas.

"Oh fuck, I don't believe it," he grumbled, "I fucked her three times yesterday and I wish I was fucking her even now ... !" He sat a little lower in his seat and desperately fished about for spare paper to jack off into.

He knew where he could get some. He wasn't even supposed to have it, but there it was, locked away right beside him.

He curse his weakness and his backsliding, but he found the hidden key and unlocked the compartment.

There they were. Magazines, posters, all dedicated to models with stupendously large breasts. Adam shook his head hard, for he had sworn to Dr. Dietz that the collection meant nothing, that he had it but he was over it, it was dead to him, but now he was suddenly that berserkly horny adolescent all over again, his brain exclaiming Tits! Tits! Tits! with each new image he came across. Gogo was indeed beautiful and sweet and quite smart and independent besides, but he had reacted primarily to those insane knockers of hers. Now his libido went wilder still as he fantasized about all these big tit models, meeting them, fucking them, spraying his semen all over them, fucking, spraying, fucking, spraying --

No, he rebuked himself guiltily, even as he ripped out several pages of one magazine and wrapped it around his upper erection, a painfully crinkly covering which none the less performed adequately as he pulsed fresh new semen into it. No, no. Maybe other too-males, but not me. I have pride. I have a work ethic. I have self-control. I ... I ... He pulsed again, rather weakly, and then stopped.

he dumped the used-up paper in his wastepaper basket, then locked the stash back up again and called up Dr. Dietz. It was awfully early, but he really didn't care.

"Good morning, Adam." Dr. Marlon Dietz made a point of using caller identification. "What's wrong at this hour?"

"I've got to see you this morning."

"That's impossible, Adam. If I recall correctly, I'm booked solid."

"As soon as possible, then. Marlon ... it's an emergency."

"What can possibly be a psychiatric emergency? After you've been doing so well, for so long?"

"You remember my old obsession."

"Big breasts, yes. They were the stimulus for your most uncontrollable behavior when you were only an adolescent."

"It's back. I feel obsessed all over again."

"Any particular reason?"

Adam slumped back in his chair. "I hired a secretary."

"And she has big breasts?"

"She has ... huge breasts, gigantic breasts, you never saw breasts like these -- and they're natural, that's the really mind-blowing part, they're natural!"

"Go on. So you hired her. That's it? I mean, it's not as if you fucked her."

Adam sighed and covered his eyes.

"Adam?" Now Dr. Dietz sounded a little worried. "You didn't fuck her? Did you?"

"Yes. Three times."

"Over what period of time?"

Adam checked his watch. "In the past sixteen hours."

"Wait a minute. I'm getting out my day planner."

Adam waited patiently, wondering at his predicament. Breasts, two simple larger-than-normal breasts. How could they wield such power over him?

"Adam, all right, listen ... I believe in you and all the work and progress you've made, and I know it's important to you as a too-male to get through this and not cave in to it. I wish I could just come over to your office, but I can't even manage that. Now listen, there's one client, I can afford to blow him off a little, he's really just a deluded narcissist whose therapy isn't going anywhere and he pays well, but I'm willing to risk pissing him off because yours is really a more important case. Can you come over and see me by two this afternoon?"

"Two?" It seemed an awfully long time. "All right," he conceded.

"That's the best I can do. I'll see you then. And, Adam? If you could please see your way clear to not fucking your secretary any time before two o'clock today, that would be the biggest help of all."

"Sure!" Adam laughed nervously. Making it till two PM without sex, what could possibly be the problem? "I'll see you then, Marlon -- and thank you."

Adam hung up just as the door opened.

"Adam? I'm sorry I missed you."

Adam smiled at his elegant third wife.

"Hi, Beth."

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)