Check-up

*Author's note: Another long chapter, sorry*

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The past two days have been pretty slow. Thankfully that wild visit with doctor Andrea happened right before our days off. I've done my best to avoid thinking about it honestly, instead focusing on recovering from the fatigue I've felt since then. I've been dragging my feet all around the building, my insides sore like I had a small bomb explode in my gut. My muscles were tired and my brain was lagging behind as if I haven't been sleeping. As a matter of fact, pretty much the whole boy's dorm has been the same; little conversation was heard in the common room and many of us kept to ourselves. I held the worst of my soreness to myself, too embarrassed to vent, although I'm fairly certain every boy but the studs felt the same. My rear entrance was sore from the stretching I got from Andrea's speculum, and a throbbing needle of discomfort that links my prostate to my locked penis twinged with every heartbeat. I needed to be careful whenever I sat down. If I dropped with too much **** or at the wrong angle, the pain solidified for a few long seconds as I struggled not to piss myself from the strange pain. Thankfully after the first day, the soreness subsided to only a dull pulse a few times an hour.

Funnily enough, the fatigue and discomfort felt by the whole of the boy's dorm was the first time we all got some release from our collective horniness. That, and how we were allowed to go about without having our butt plugs constantly poking at us; though I'm sure if we were made to wear them, it would be far more painful than it would be ticklishly pleasurable. Too tired to be aroused, a calm had washed over the boys dorm that let us forget the circumstances of our lives here at futaU for a brief weekend.

When this morning had rolled around, not only did I feel more rested than I had in weeks, my full-body soreness seemed to have faded as well. I practically felt like brand new femboy - I-I mean, man... yeah... - ready to take on today's classes. As I went about my standard morning routine, I noticed the announcement monitors that are placed all around the dorm alternated between our current instructions and a long list of names and times. Confused as to what it could be and the image changing back too quickly for me to get a good glance, I chose to ignore it until I could make my way to the dining room where one of the larger screens resides. When I went to the toilet, I found for the third day since our big treatment that I couldn't vacate myself. Not that I felt I had to, but the lack of anything coming out was starting to become concerning. Well, it wasn't exactly nothing per se, as the occasional drip of those clear fluids my ass now creates would come out if I really **** it. Considering a trip back to mistress Andrea, I go about the rest of my morning routine. By the time I got to breakfast in the dining hall, I barely managed to sit before mistress Delilah had burst in, her signature stern expression demanding attention.

"Listen up boys, listen up! As you have probably noticed on the dorm monitors, you are all scheduled to visit the male medical wing at some point during the day. As you attend your classes, escorts will be moving in and out to bring you to your post-treatment check-ups. Memorize where you are in the schedule. If you miss your check-up, you will be punished. That is all." Delilah gives a curt nod before turning to leave once again with no room for questions. Well, at least I don't need to request a doctor's visit now...

As breakfast is slowly brought out, I take a long look at the monitor on the far wall that flits between our names, designated by groups of only five or six in blocks of time. Thankfully, I find my timeslot overlaps with today's phys. ed class. I don't feel too eager to go back to Roxie's lessons after the calm, albeit lethargic, weekend. Her classes have been getting increasingly overt in their sexuality, and I could use an extra day with fewer failed boners and blue-balling. Last time she ended the class by showing us a video of a woman getting pumped so full of futa cum that her belly started to swell, her face in pure ecstasy as Roxie explained that futa sexual fluids increase internal elasticity and reduces pain reception. Sounds like something they should try turning into some sort of medicine, I bet it would be useful for surgeries or whatever... I feel as though I'm failing to realize something with this thought, but I ignore it, not wanting to get aroused all over again from the thought of futa cum. Not that it's the c-cum... just that it filled that girl so good... I already feel a heat rising inside me, so I abruptly stand and fetch my notebooks for classes before I begin to dwell any further.

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Mistress Delilah's etiquette and civics class went pretty unremarkably today. I was particularly engaged when she was explaining how a fully matured femboy can actually derive emotional and even physical enjoyment when praised, which is why obeying the law is so important for us when interacting with our betters. Maybe Mistress Delilah will praise me if I do well in the exams... I daydream, trying to imagine her face with an expression of satisfaction that wasn't caused by tormenting someone for once.

History nearly put me to sleep as Master Michaels tried to explain how the European Union successfully became the leading world power after most of their countries had elected female or futanari leadership. I found myself waking up from dozing when he revealed a rare tidbit of personal information; he was present during a famous pro-futa protest because his wife had been changed by the original virus outbreak. Huh, with how futas act nowadays, it's surprising they'd stay married to a male, but I guess that's love...

I felt almost cocky as we all made our way toward mistress Roxie's class, silently bragging to the other boys that I would be missing her futa-brained lessons in favour of another visit to the gorgeous doctor Andrea. When we walked into the classroom, mistress Roxie was already there, standing tall and proud with a thin sheen of drying sweat on her skin. Clearly she had decided to jog here, her titanic thighs glistening with moisture as her sheer running shorts show a clear outline of her cock sheath tucked between her legs. Realizing I was spending too much time in the doorway analyzing our teacher, I rushed to a desk to wait out my brief stay. I find myself getting somewhat disappointed when Roxie begins the lesson, explaining the differences between futa, stud, and femboy semen cells. Clearly this lesson was going to be one of the less visually involved ones, going as far as having us open our textbooks for once. And here I was, hoping I would have to leave to avoid getting horny... damn...

Just as I begin to write notes, the door to the classroom opens as one of the masked guard futas walks in. She nods to Roxie before stepping to the side, holding the door open as she waits for my designated block of boys. Happy I still get to skip class, I slam my textbook shut and practically leap out of my seat, being ahead of the five other boys to get to the hallway. Being our only escort, the guard futa leads us with frequent looks over her shoulder as we walk through the building. I finally get to appreciate the circular layout of the university, finding that our escort leads us through an entirely new area of our current lecturing building, looping around to the gym and cutting back through our dorms before arriving in the male medical wing of the medical building. Oh yeah, Sarah was a nursing student or something, right? I wonder if she spends a lot of time in here... Maybe once we are allowed to roam the campus without escorts, I can look around...

Moving past the larger office doctor Andrea usually sees us in, the guard futa instead stops at intermittent doors further down the hallway, leaving one boy or another at the door as the pink sheen of a nursing uniform greets them from the other side. I'm getting a hunch I won't be seeing mistress Andrea after all... When the escort finally gets to the final door, she opens it for me, sarcastically pointing her hands like some sort of butler waiting for me to enter. When I take a step inside, I find the disappointing but not unexpected sight of the erotic latex nurse outfit on a tall, lithe woman shuffling papers around with her back towards me. Before she even turns around, the door behind me slams shut, causing me to jump forward from the sudden noise and burst of air. When the nurse turns, I find a striking woman - clearly a futa despite her C breasts - with thick black makeup around her cold blue eyes, her wavy black hair pulled up beneath the corny pink nurses hat.

"Good evening... Sam, is it? I'm nurse Kara. I'll be performing your examination today." She speaks to me in a soft tone that hides a predatory edge, her lips curling into a smile. I forget my courtesies for a moment, stunned by her sharp yet seductive appearance. The instant one of her eyebrows begins to raise at my stillness, I drop to a deep curtsy, nearly raising my skirt to the point of showing off my chastity cage. When I stand again, her eyebrow is still raised, but now more in apparent amusement as she lets out a small chuckle.

"Alright little Sam, take off your skirt and jacket and leave them on the counter." I clumsily strip, feeling bashful at the suddenness of the partial nudity, yet I quickly steel myself as I recall this has basically become the norm for anything here. When nurse Kara looks back to me from the medical chart in front of her, she gives another little chortle as she clearly makes eye contact with my cage. I feel the wound of my embarrassment freshly open at her amusement, though I also catch her eyes drift toward my ass when she says: "Turn around and look at the door for a moment."

I feel my butt cheeks instinctively clench at the spooky sense of being leered at from behind, though I also feel strange heat and ache pang through my groin. I hope being ogled like this isn't awakening anything in me... I hear nurse Kara ask me to turn once again and I find my gaze has drifted to the floor, as I often do at this school. When I glance up again for further instructions, I see Kara gesturing to the same contraption I woke up strapped to when mistress Andrea gave me my 'shot', crammed into the corner of the smaller doctor's office.

"I need you to come over here and lie your chest on the padding. Promise not to wriggle and I won't strap you down, okay?" She gives her instructions with only half focus, her eyes like black butterflies still locked on my pathetic cage as I give a shy nod. Dammit...! No girl likes a small dick, much less one you can't use... My shame causes my dick to try and escape its confines once again, and I feel a small wetness begin to seep from my rear. Ugh, now they've even got me bullying myself... all just from the look of a pretty woman- futa, I mean... My eyes lock on the bondage chair, hoping nurse Kara is telling the truth as I shuffle my way over, pressing my legs up to the padded sides as my chest bends all the way forward. With my body now perpendicular to the floor, my ass is fully exposed to the open air, and I feel the slickness I must have leaked giving me a slight chill as it has rubbed between my cheeks.

"Ahh, that's a good boy. Already getting wet for me?" Kara taunts me from behind as she uses her foot to nudge my legs apart. All I can do is blush and stay silent, knowing no answer will make me regain my masculinity.

"Now stay still, pet. Let's see... Upon observation, subject's muscle and fat masses have both notable increases in rear, thigh, and waist areas." She speaks to herself as I hear her start to scribble on a clipboard, though clearly with a volume that makes sure I can hear. Have I gained weight...? I guess my skirt has seemed a little more revealing lately...

"Subject has experienced mild arousal before check-up, releasing small levels of sexual lubrication from... boy pussy." Kara gives a throaty whisper to the final words for emphasis, clearly trying to get a reaction out of me. I admit it works though, as I feel a tingle run through my brain at her choice of words.

"Anus has begun to soften, developing soft plumpness." Again she emphasizes, but this time paired with the sudden sensation of her gloved fingertip pressing into my hole. I feel my whole body twitch in surprise, yet a warm tingle starts to grow in my brain at the feeling. 'Plump'? What does that mean...?

"Testing resistance and reflexive muscle reactions. No wiggling, now." I feel the tip of her finger start to glide into my butt with hardly any resistance as my insides begin to leak again, lubing her finger with my own arousal from the feeling of being penetrated. Ah! W-wait... why was that so exciting...?! Even the feeling of her finger sliding against my ring feels better than before...!

"Aww, does that feel good?" Kara's voice mocks me as she not-so-slowly fingers me, testing me. For what, I can't be totally sure; but I find I am having to focus on not pushing back against her finger to search for the stronger pleasures I know are in there. I can't just melt into her like that, it's pathetic... I need to stay strong...!

"Subject shows clear arousal from penetration, further lubrication is no longer necessary." I find myself disappointed when I feel Kara's finger leave me, my hole still loosened and waiting for another guest.

"Do you feel any pain or fatigue today, Sam?" She asks, pen scratching on her clipboard.

"N-no... I actually feel better than I have in a while, although I am worried about something..." I manage to respond, struggling to hide my heavier breathing so nurse Kara doesn't belittle me further. I hear her pen stop, and I feel anxiety shoot through me. I hope I haven't misspoken.

"And what is it?" She says.

"Well, I haven't been able to go to the bathroom. I can pee fine, in fact I think I've been going more often, but the other one..." I find myself not wanting to be gross as I get my point across, despite her being a medical student. Presumably, anyways...

"Oh, well that's not something to worry about. That's actually one of the ideal outcomes of your most recent treatments. Now your insides are better at digesting, and whatever's left gets sent to your kidneys instead of passing through. Now you have a proper pussy hole, sissy, -" She pauses her explanation as I feel the cold metal of a speculum press into my twitching entrance and begin to open. "- a hole used only for pleasure. Now no more questions, I need to check one last thing." She purrs as she continues to widen my ass, bringing me back to that uncomfortable stretching that I never really wanted to feel again. And then she goes a little further. I let out a long groan as my brain tries to process the confused arousal at my shameful submission, and the aching pressure of my gaping ass. I clench my fists as I press my forehead against the cushioned chair-table-thing, trying not to move with my legs starting to shake.

"Subject is capable of stretching to 9 inches in diameter... Injection site is clear of signs for infection or complications... Now entering subject to test for changes in prostate." Kara practically hums her notes to herself, taking her time as I struggle to maintain my composure. At her clinical threat to enter me again, I instinctively flex against the speculum, causing me to both cringe from pain and grunt at the oddly nice sensation. I breathe in a sharp gasp as I feel two smooth fingers rest against my pleasure button as if Kara is feeling for a pulse. All she does is lightly chuckle again as her fingers start to swirl in tiny circles inside me, the tantalizingly light pressure against my spot causing a storm of horny excitement to grow in my head. Ugh! She's going too softly... I want more... and this stupid stretching still hurts...! To my frustration and surprise, I feel Kara's fingers change patterns as her hand pushes further inside me, still lightly pressing against my inner walls. What I expected was for the tingling eagerness in my brain and ass to die down once her fingers moved past my prostate, but instead the torturous fuzz just kept coming. Eventually her fingers start to press outward, clearly getting a feel for where my prostate is, yet the location seems different than what I can remember.

"Treatment has successfully enlarged prostate without blocking urinary tract, as noted by subject during questioning. Size is between 3 and 4 inches in depth, 2 to 3 and a half in width." I hear as the one-handed scribble of Kara's note taking hand dot a dramatic stop to her writing before lightly resting on one of my cheeks as she sidles close to me.

"Know what that means, sissy?" Her fingers finally retreat from my gaping hole, the building anticipation for pleasure constantly fighting against the discomfort of the metal holding me open. When the speculum rapidly closes, the relief I feel merges with my lingering arousal, causing me to slump into the cushions I rest on while my ass stays presented to the nurse. Just as I feel my ass start to close from it's brutal stretching, I feel Kara's two fingers slam back into my hole as she starts to swirl around inside me.

"It means you're perfect for milking..." Kara's voice has fully dropped into a throaty seduction as her fingers swirl in my ass, randomly applying pressure to my apparently enlarged prostate. I can't help but let out a girlish yelp as the chaotic fingering makes me feel good. Sooo good... The pressure behind my caged cock builds to hardness as I feel myself begin to drool a steady stream of precum onto the floor.

"How's that, sissy? Does it feel good to have someone finger your new pussy?" Kara taunts me as she presses her latex clad body against my bare skin, yet all I can manage in response is the breathy and high pitched 'ooh's and 'aah's I fail to hold in as her fingers press my g-spot.

"Do you want to cum with your ass? Hmm?" Kara's fingers speed up, but her chaotic movements fail to increase the pleasure, only increasing the rate at which it rises and falls.

"Ye-hmm..." I barely manage to hold my tongue. I nearly said yes...! But I feel so good... Maybe I really could finally cum, even if it's not with my dick...!

"Fine, I'll stop." Kara's fingers rapidly slow, and I can't help myself but blurt out:

"Wait!" I shout in sudden panic. Kara's fingers have fully stopped, but still rest inside my loose hole. Waiting.

"Well? What is it you want?" She asks slowly, voice dripping with condescending satisfaction.

"I... I want to cum..." I manage between shallow breaths, horrified at what I'm asking.

"Hmm... Okay, but first you have to do something for me." Kara's fingers withdraw from me, leaving me feeling empty and alone. I tentatively rise from my rested position, turning to face my tormentor. When I do, I find I'm face first in her chest, and she pushes me back onto the chair to a bare-butted sit. Still looking for her face, I see her gorgeous eyes gazing down on me before a shadow overtakes my vision. A 10 inch cock, pale and relatively thin rises to meet me, hovering a few inches away.

"Make me cum using your hands." I pale as she gives her ultimatum, her cock starting to twitch up and down with excitement as it stares me down. I can still feel the heat behind my dick as my balls radiate with dissatisfaction. I continue to stare at it, contemplating my options. Am I really going... to touch her dick? But I need to cum... The longer I think, the foggier my brain gets. I catch a whiff of something in the air. A slowly expanding heat that makes my mouth water. My vision narrows until all I can see is her swelling bell-end. My breathing starts to pick up again as I scootch forward in my seat. Closer. Just a little closer... I take a deep inhale of the musk that wafts off her hairless cock and weighty balls. Her balls too, they're like giant eggs hanging down there... I take a hard swallow as my mind starts to wash over with the smell of Kara's crotch. Without saying another word, I start to reach forward with a shaking hand. I just need to cum... and this is the only way... I have to... I have ****...

"That's a good whore." Kara's voice purrs, but I barely even hear it. All I can feel is the heat. The silky smoothness of her shaft. It twitches again, and it bounces out of the loose hold I have on it with just the one hand. I grab again, this time wrapping my fingers around her girth. Even with how thin it looks, I can still barely hold it with one hand...! For a moment, all I can do is hold it as I feel the aura of Kara's futa cock.

"C'mon, I'm not going to do this for you. You want to cum, don't you?" Kara crosses her arms over her smaller chest as she lightly thrusts her groin forward. Slightly knocked from my daze, I look up to meet her eyes. The sudden rush of raw humiliation I get as those beautiful, cold eyes bat down at me nearly causes me to cry, but instead I begin to move my hand.

"I thought so. Slut." She comments with a lecherous grin. My hand moves slowly as I feel the strength of her member. For a moment I close my eyes, imagining this fleshy lead rod was my own instead of a futas. It's not nearly enough to satiate my own libido, but it allows me to relax somewhat as I pick up speed. When I eventually bring my hand towards the head of her cock, I am reminded just how large she is. I continue to think I should be close to it, only for my hand to continue moving until it brushes against her glans. Just when I thought it couldn't get hotter... I'm compelled to open my eyes again to see what I'm doing, finding her drooling slit dripping precum inches away from my face. I want to be disgusted at the sight, but instead I feel both my mouth and ass begin to water as my cock strains against its cage. I wind up disgusted at my own shameless arousal instead, my hand reaching to the underside of her long dick to rub my palm into her tip.

"Mmm... good boy... Now spit on it, sissy. I want a handjob, not a rash." Kara talks down at me as I wipe her precum over her cock head, giving it a slimy slickness to slowly massage. I meet her gaze again out of habit and her smug expression actually does cause me to tear up a bit. This is so humiliating...! Good thing this is private... I use the hand already on her to pull her cock down, collecting spit in my mouth before drooling it along her shaft as I keep my eyes locked on hers. It's like her cruel eyes have a pull on mine... Once her cock is good and lubed, I grab near her base with my free hand and begin to slowly stroke, both of my grips moving in tandem. Kara never takes her eyes off me, not once. She only grins down at me while she bats her big black eyelashes. After several minutes, I'm **** to redirect my attention back to her hot dick as it begins to dry up. I use both the precum that drips from her tip and another big helping of drool, her cock nearly pressing against me at several points. Getting frustrated, I begin to focus on her glans, pressing both of my hands together as I hold tightly to the end of her length. Back and forth... Back and forth... Faster... make her cum... hard...

"Mmm... Aaah, good slut... That's it... work my cock." I can hear the rising arousal in Kara's voice now, little grunts and shallow breaths interspersed by her little jeers and jabs. Almost there... then I can cum too...! I feel excitement rush in my chest as my aching balls continue to remind me how horny I am. I bet this feels so good... I can make her cock feel good.... I pick up further speed, gripping hard as I wring out her glans with both hands like a sponge, then jerking her whole length before repeating again. When I feel her length start to twitch desperately in my hands, I know she must be getting close. I leave one hand to squeeze over her whole cock while I take the other, spitting in my palm before reaching forward and massaging her balls; juggling and pulling on them like oversized stress toys.

"Hrrng! You nasty bitch! You really know how to work a cock don't you, slut?! I'm gonna...!" Kara's voice starts to shudder with savage lust before giving a long, hard grunt. My vision suddenly goes white. Globs of hot stickiness attach to my face and hands, my chest, my lap. Everywhere. Every bit of exposed skin her orgasm touches tingles like faint pins and needles. I'm covered in her cum. My head is so light... I feel ****... Suddenly loopy, it takes me a moment to start trying to wipe her hot cum from my face. When I get it clear of my eyes, the smell hits me. I nearly groan in arousal, though I'm not sure why. I only know that I would be harder than I'd ever been if my cock weren't locked away. My mouth hangs open as I silently pant, simply staring at the puddles of cum that pool in my hands, dripping between my fingers.

"Ahhh... Good job, slut. Now go put on the rest of your clothes. I need to write some stuff down before you go." Nurse Kara pulls the pink latex skirt that was hiked up her waist back down to cover her softening cock. Without even looking at me, she turns to the nearby desk and begins to write, as if nothing had happened.

"Wait, b-but...!" I stammer out in disbelief. She promised she'd let me cum! I need to cum!

"I won't suffer back-talk, male. Go and put on your little sissy skirt and wait for me to finish. Oh - and clean yourself up a little. You'll get grabbed if you walk around campus looking like a cum-rag." She talks to me like I'm some sort of insect, a thing to be used. And she did use me...! She lied... Tears well in my eyes again as I do as I'm told. I find a box of tissues on a nearby counter, having to use several to clean what cum hasn't already dried against my skin and clothes. What a fucking joke...! And yet... I almost couldn't help myself... I stare at the final tissue, scrunched in my hand as the warm glob of cum continues to dry. A tear falls from my eye, wetting the edges of the white paper. Even as I watch the tear dry, I feel myself bring the tissue close to my face, tentatively sniffing at the saturated rag. It's so... My mouth waters. My lips part as I bring the tissue close to my face, my heart beating fast.

"Alright, Sam. One last thing before you go. A new plug, since you've fully recovered from the treatment. Congratulations." Kara lazily talks at me without looking. Even still, her voice causes me to snap out of my trance. I shove the tissue into my sleeve, terrified she might have noticed what I was doing. Whatever that was. When I look over to her in my panic, I see her opening a desk drawer and pulling out a black glass butt plug. My face hot with potential embarrassment, I hurry over, still straightening my skirt.

"Here you go, bitch-boy. Since you managed to make me cum, I'll let you take that back with you. But make sure it's in tomorrow, or you know what's in store." She stuffs the plug into my hands before spinning me by the shoulders and ushering me to the door. **** not to be discovered and eager to escape this shameful room, I give no resistance. When Kara opens the door in front of me, the guard futa who was leaning against the far wall shoots to attention, clearly having been dozing off. Kara leaves me with the guard, who absent mindedly leads me back to the dorm, expecting me to follow like a beaten puppy. Look at you though, stained with cum and still obedient... you are a beaten puppy... I continue to berate myself before my eyes drift down to the plug in my hands. Oh yeah... The narrow section of the plug is just as small as before, but this one seems fatter without being much longer. Maybe when I put this in my ass, it will feel good... I wonder, already starting to accept my humiliation so long as there's a prize at the end. Though, my orgasm was supposed to be the prize. And since when was a butt plug a prize? My mind still inexplicably hazy, I am set loose in the boys dorm by the guard, and I wander off to finish my day.