Doctor's Orders

*Author's note: chapter got out of hand so it's very long, but I didn't want to separate it into two.*

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It's been two weeks since we were made to wear our plugs every day as part of our uniform. It feels far more like **** than relief, despite what Brit and Audrey claimed their lessons are supposedly for. Mostly the plug is just a slightly uncomfortable inconvenience and another source of embarrassment for us. The problem is when I can really feel it. Whenever I sit down, I have to be careful not to move or else I can feel my plug moving around inside me and making me tingle. A new prank has started making the rounds of the dorm, especially from those damn studs. I swear these guys weren't so mean when we all moved in here... or as muscular, frankly... Some of the boys and studs have taken to sneaking up on us and trying to slap or flick the end of our plugs, causing the metal to briefly vibrate inside us. When someone snuck up on me in the dining and common room, I felt like I nearly squirted out some pee from the sharp and sudden vibrations against my prostate. Finally, there are the times when I feel my dick try and grow inside it's nub of a prison. In addition to the ache I would feel as my penis is crushed inside the metal and the swelling of my unsatisfied balls, I now feel a cruelly pleasant pressure as the plug presses ever so slightly against my inner walls. I do my best to avoid anything to make me horny, but in this place it's basically impossible. Nowadays, even being in the room with our phys. ed. instructor Roxie makes my heart start to flutter. The only reason is because she's a futa, I know it...! she's even taught us that futas have crazy pheromones or whatever...

Brittany was right about one thing though, that's for sure; Delilah would punish us if we failed to wear our plugs. It's become rather common practice for our dorm mistress to conduct surprise uniform inspections by having us face away from her whenever we greet her. She claims this is to accustom us to the different types of greeting some futas or women might demand. I know different though. I can feel her leering eyes as she has us hold our bowed curtsies, our skirts riding up our butts as she tells us to bend over further to "show respect". One afternoon she called us for an announcement in the common room, only for us to find a boy held inside the punishment stocks. He had the same ball gag in his mouth Delilah used before, but this time the boy was facing largely away from us to show his bare and noticeably plug-less ass. Once all the boys had assembled and the doors shut, Delilah made a big show of how the boy had neglected to put back his plug after showering that morning. She even held the plug up for us all to see before tossing it to the floor and pulling something out of a box on the table next to her.

"As punishment, you will be the first to upgrade sizes. Congratulations." She held up a plug probably double in all dimensions, the sleek black surface of the glass bulb reflecting Delilah's menacing smile. The boy shook his head and whimpered as he saw what awaited him, but his muffled pleas fell on Delilah's deaf and masochistic ears. Delilah slowly clicked her tall red heels behind him. I half expected her to simply jam it inside the poor boy, but instead she grabbed a tube of lube and applied a generous amount to a gloved hand. First, she used said hand to coat the plug in a layer of the dripping fluid. Then she took her hand - carefully placing herself to the side so the whole room could see - as she played with the boy's nervous butt. She slid her slicked hand over the entirety of his wide cheeks and his flexing hole, occasionally teasing by pressing a fingertip just inside. Seemingly warming the boy up for what's to come, she slid one finger all the way in, causing the boy to let out a small squeal, more from anxiety than discomfort considering our continued 'lessons' with Brit and Audrey. Her finger glided in and out, increasing in pace as the boy's eyes began to roll slightly back in his head. Then just as quickly as Delilah had started, she pulls her hand away. Delilah chuckled to herself while using whatever fluid had begun to leak from the boy's own ass to re-coat the plug before lining it up against the boy's entrance. I could hear his cries for mercy begin again as his eyes shifted around in panic. When Delilah began to push the plug inside, the boy's eyes shut as he let out a long groan in response. We all heard a small *pop* as the plug presumably found it's new home before Delilah took a step back with a satisfied grin. When the plug slid inside him, the boy's groaning had shifted to a wavering moan as his eyes rolled back again. I even saw a drop of precum fall from his steel chastity cage as he went limp in his bindings. Just when I though the demonstration was over, Delilah turned to address us all again.

"Now you males will help him get used to the new size. Line up! It's time for the dorm spanking. You boys won't know how it feels, but you can certainly watch as Chrissy here suffers for his disobedience." In shock, we all pause for a moment before giving our required "Yes mistress," as we followed her orders. The next fifteen minutes were an agony as I watched this Chrissy boy get spanked by the whole dorm, myself included. By the end, his ass was beet red - the outline of handprints still visible on the less-struck portions of his cheeks. Once again the fear of displeasing Delilah had dissuaded me from trying to get away with breaking any rules.

I sit in the common room now, sipping on my favourite snack the dorm offers - a diet strawberry milkshake - as I do my etiquette homework, the activity causing me to think of Delilah and plugs in the first place. I can't help as my mind wanders further towards other thoughts. These shakes tend to do that to me, they make my head kinda fuzzy... it helps me relax though...

"...-rin, Charlie, and Sam, report to the first floor main hall for treatment." I zone back in as Delilah's voice finishes talking out over the PA speakers. Realizing I had nearly gotten in trouble by missing my name being called, I hurriedly finish my drink and pack up my homework, handing it off to my friend Riley to hold on to while I'm gone. As I head down to the first floor, I can't help but wonder what's in store for this next treatment. The last one wound up being pretty cool in the long run, despite the embarrassing way we had to take our medicine. Now I barely make any mess whenever I go to use the washroom, plus whatever fluid I make to clean myself seems to appear during our... 'relief' lessons too. Audrey told me I was wet as a girl in heat last class, but all I was doing was trying to find my prostate... Shaking my head at the shameful memory, I find I have arrived at my destination. Seeming to be the first here, I wait for a few minutes with our guard futas while the rest of the summoned boys make their way here. I feel a strange aura coming from the guard futas this time around though - it's odd. Even as I stood waiting, one of them approached me and asked where her greeting was. I did my curtsy, only for another guard behind me to give a huge slap to my ass. I even feel as the shockwave moves through my bubbly butt as I shoot back to a stand in surprise and embarrassment.

"Showing off, little slut?" The futa behind me says in the most casually harassing way possible, yet all I can manage to do in my defense is stare at my nervously twiddling hands as I give a tiny "No..." The futas all chuckle to each other like some sorority - maybe they are one...? I never even considered they might be students... - before they rearrange in their standard escort positions. Once all the boys were present and accounted for, we were brought back to the connected structure that I figure is a medical building, and back towards the room we met doctor Andrea in.

I feel a naive excitement start to rise in me as we walk, eager to find what Andrea has in store for us this time. Wait... am I excited for the medicine, or to see Andrea...? For a moment I sink into my own thoughts, unsure what I'm actually feeling and why. I was only in the room with her for like, a few minutes... yet I feel like I'm excited just to see her again... to hear her silky voice... I give a tiny jump in surprise as I hear the heavy click of the door to Andrea's office open, finding I had completely disassociated until now.

As we boys file in, this time we are greeted by four nurses, still dressed in those bizarre latex-fetish outfits. The sight fills me with a storm of different emotions; the arousal and love for Sarah, the pure shame and horror of our caging ceremony, and disappointment that doctor Andrea doesn't seem to be here at the moment. The next thing I notice is the same elaborate chairs we sat in before still lie in the center of the room. The pink clad nurses seem to all be fussing about the room for one reason or another, though at our entry they all turn to look at the gaggle of boys that now awkwardly stand by the door.

"Why, hello there little sissies." The closest of the nurses speaks up, her brown hair tied in a tight bun above her serpent's smile. We all curtsy in cautious response. When I reach the depths of my bow, I can't help but notice the cylindrical shape in the nurse's tiny skirt that throbs at our greeting. I give another startled jump as I rise from my curtsy when I hear the loud *thunk* of the door behind us being shut, the guard futas seemingly having left already. Looking at the closed door, I return my attention to the room of scantily clad nurses to find one of them handing out small plastic containers to the boys. When she gets to me, I find her towering over me by more than a foot, her friendly smile undercut by the shadowy shape of something dangling beneath her skirt. I take the clear container, finding nothing but a small name tag and pen inside.

"For today's double round of treatment, we need you to strip. You can place your uniforms in those bins and label them with the tag. Well? What are you waiting for?" The nurse who greeted us explains our instructions, yet we all stand still in embarrassment. We have to strip naked right here..?! With these futas watching us...?!

"Earth to males? You better not keep us waiting, we have plenty more patients to see today. You're nothing special." The nurse crosses her arms at us, a look of annoyance painted on her face. The potential of getting in trouble spurs us to start disrobing, the supposed disinterest of the futas present bringing the barest comfort to our shameful act. Even as we strip and label our clothes for later, I notice the attention we get from the nurses despite their assurances that it's all clinical. From the corner of my eye, I see each one of them sporting some variation of bulging shape beneath their tiny plastic skirts; a smell beginning to fill the room that causes my chest to feel warm.

"Good boys. Now put your clothes on the table over there and find a seat in our special chairs. Chop chop!" The speaking nurse continues to leer at us, spurring us on through sheer intimidation. I walk as quickly as I can, careful not to slip on the tiled floor with my bare feet as I place my clothes aside and find a seat in one of the elaborate medical chairs. As soon as we started to sit, the nurses followed us over as they arranged our positions to a particular pose: fully flattened against the cushions, arms rested on the arm rests, and legs tucked in so we are fully touching the foot rests. Only after they arranged us so neatly do I realize why; each nurse rapidly moves between the seated boys as they reveal soft straps from within the chairs, binding our arms and legs to the spot before using another to anchor our waist and torso as well. Anxiety starts to rush through me, erasing any embarrassment or arousal I might have been feeling before hand. What are they doing to us that we need to be tied down..!?

"Now I know you males are probably a little freaked right now with these little bindings but don't worry, we aren't going to hurt you. We're just doing it so you don't wriggle around or try and leave while your medication is administered. Anne? Hit the switch." The speaking nurse finishes tying down the final boy as she speaks, gesturing on her final statement to another one of the nurses who has grabbed some sort of remote controller. Upon pressing a switch, I feel as the elaborate chair begins to recline, my head lowering as my legs begin to rise. Rather than stopping in a fully flat position, the chair continues to move until I am slightly pointed downward, my head now the closest part of me to the floor. Just when I think it's over, I hear another *click* from across the room before the legs of the chair begin to separate, slowly moving me until my knees are fully bent outwards and towards my chest. The mechanical chair seemed to have stopped just before the **** position became uncomfortable, but the shame of my situation comes rushing back in full **** as I realize my plugged ass and caged dick are now fully on display for the room of sexy nurses to see.

"See, now this is a proper greeting from a group of pathetic males." A different nurse jeers from somewhere in the room, though I cannot raise my head far enough to see who. I hear them start walking closer to us, causing my heart to pound in my chest as I wonder what these futas have planned. When the kind faced futa appears in front of me, I feel a mix of relief with my lingering panic at the almost motherly expression.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" She asks in a near whisper, only inches away from my face. Confused and still paranoid, it takes me a moment to comprehend the question.

"S-sam... Why?"

"Sam, got it. Well Sam, it's so I can match your plug with your uniform. It's gotta come out too." The futa says with a grin, her eyes closing with her smile before turning towards my rear and out of sight. I feel the cool air as she moves next to me before I feel her silky smooth gloved hand run lightly over my exposed ass, a finger tracing the outline of my plug. I stifle a whimper as I feel her gentle fingers grip the metal flare that hides my entrance. I feel the slow, building pressure of my hole expanding as she carefully pulls at the metal. I instinctively shift my attention to the feeling - the sensation of it against my insides as my ring is stretched and the sensitive skin is brushed against by the slightly slick plug. By the time the widest portion of the small plug has left me, I realize I had been doing what Brit and Audrey had been teaching us to do during relief lessons and cringe at my own lack of shame in that moment. I feel my ass give a lonely wink, having gotten so used to being filled with even so small of a toy.

"You'll all see Doctor Andrea later today, but first you have to go through a round of medications. So we're going to need you all to relax your little boy-holes while we fill you up. This will be like your enemas but ten-fold, so you might feel a little... full." The talking nurse begins again as I hear the shifting and tapping of plastic on plastic, the occasional swash of bagged liquid thrown in for extra taunting.

"Um... Is it possible for us to just do this in the dorms like befo- OW!" One of the boys down the line begins to speak in a high, raspy voice before a loud swat of latex on skin silences him.

"Did we ask for your opinion, male?! You speak out of turn again and I'll make sure your dorm mistress hangs you by your feet at the school entrance so every student can see your pathetic caged clit while your mouth is stuffed with hard cock! Understand!?" The nurse who seemed to have spanked the boy's ass rattles off an unexpectedly angry threat, causing me to feel both frightened for myself and empathetic for the foolish boy that spoke up. He should know better than to do that by now, hasn't he been paying attention in etiquette class...? I assume the boy only gave a frightened nod in response, as I hear no more arguments or threats from that side of the room.

A few moments later, I feel the presence of someone standing between my raised legs. As I glance down - or up - at them, I see the kind futa holding a much larger version of the enema device we were made to use a couple weeks ago, the bag filled with a clear pink liquid suspended above the tube that was about to be... inserted into me. I slam my eyes shut as I feel a rush of blood to my cheeks, the fact that someone - a pretty futa - that I don't even know the name of is about to shove something into my ass is too shameful to bear. I would bury my face in my hands if they weren't also strapped to the mechanical chair of my humiliation. My eyes still shut, I feel as the lubed tip of the tube is inserted into my still slick ass. I expect the intruder to stop just past my entrance, only to feel it snake further inside me, further than anything I've felt before. It's a truly foreign feeling as the tube finally ceases after moving nearly a foot inside my guts. Only then do I feel the slow trickle of lukewarm liquid as it enters me. For a minute, all I can do is focus on the bizarre sensation, my bound and tipped-over body making the experience all the stranger. As the fluid begins to fill my tummy, I once again feel that fuzzy tingling that Andrea's original medicine gave me. This time though, the fluid only keeps on coming, and so the tingling never leaves, only slowly ramping up. I start to feel slightly light-headed unsure of whether it's from the medicine, or simply from being slightly upside-down. As I feel my eyes start to lid over, I hear the nurses starting to fuss around the room again.

"Okay boys, you're almost full. Once you've got a nice little pregnant belly of meds, we'll start your uh... relaxation." The nurse's pause on her final word causes me to wonder what she means, when the kind looking nurse practically apparates in front of my eyes holding some sort of headset.

"There, there. This for some music," She says as she places the same sound-blocking headphones Andrea had us wear last time.

"and this is for entertainment." The nurse is holding what looks like a set of goggles that are blacked out with a vinyl cover, placing them over my eyes and blocking out the entirety of my vision. I'm confused what she means by 'entertainment' when I'm now half-way to sensory deprivation, but the tingling numbness I feel spreading through my abdomen is starting to affect my brain as well. As I lie in darkness and near-silence, I feel a bloating pressure start to push against my belly as the medicine being pumped into me becomes a little too filling. I start to get uncomfortable from the whole experience, worrying I might start to leak out the medicine from my butt. Yet just when I start to truly consider speaking up against the deep enema, I feel the building pressure cease, and the tube that fills my ass is ever so slowly pulled out. Through the silent headphones, I'm able to make out the final words from the futa nurse who's addressed us so far.

"You boys will sit silent here while the meds take hold. They'll slowly get absorbed into your body until they're aaaalllll gone. But you better hold it all in while you're still full, or we'll have to do this all over again another day. Now other than your tight little asses, you should relax and enjoy the show." Her muffled voice quiets as the headphones begin to play a similar tune to our first visit to doctor Andrea; the soft and melodic droning of music flowing into my head like a river of sound. At first I almost feel as if I'm falling, the slight vertigo only passing once I notice a faint light coming from the darkness of my visor. The almost imperceptible shades of purple and pink move in hypnotic waves like ocean currents as they wash over my vision. It's rather simple, but the distraction is enough to draw me away from the sickening sinking feeling I had with just the music. Although I'm certain my eyes remain open as I stare at the slowly shifting colours of the goggles, it feels as though I am drifting into a deep sleep.

"sissy... boyslut... you love cock... you love the taste and smell of futa cum... you live to serve... you are a girl with a pussy that loves dick..."

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"...and it looks like they're nearly ready. Who can tell me what's in their medication? Yes, miss Anne?"

"A digestive formula and..." - "...with some..." - "...and futanari pheromone binders that..."

"Close, the digestive is actually..." - "...derived from the futa-virus itself. You remembered the pheromones though, well done."

"Thank you doctor Andrea."

"The chemicals and pheromones we produce are still being studied mind you, but...." - "...nd the male population of the world has no idea. Yes Dianne?"

"Doesn't...." - "...and how even pre-virus males are somewhat feminized after consuming enough of our..."

"That's correct..." - "...why they're so pliable, and propaganda is so easy..." - "...and with cum and breast milk from futa farms and more concentrated sources from labs, we can put it in the very food they buy from the supermarket."

"What are the next steps?"

"Well..." - "...to allow the prostate to enlarge."

"Why would we bother?"

"It's part of the psycho-sexual conditioning..." - "...ore likely to obey..."

"...ctor, I think some of them are stirring."

"Ah, then the enema has just about finished. Bring me that one first. Sedate the others if they wake..."

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I feel sluggish, as if I've been sleeping in a tar pit. My eyes are closed, but I can see the ghosts of swirling colours and pictures. Yet I can't remember what or why... I try to rub my eyes, to find my arms are held down by soft straps. Straps...? Am I tied down...? Wait... I was in the doctor's office... My memory slowly returning to me, I begin to account for the rest of my body. My arms and torso are still strapped down... But now I feel as if I am lying flat on my stomach... My legs are tied down, but still stretched wide and bent at the knee, my ass exposed to cool air and sad caged cock dangling freely. A faint numbness and soreness radiates through my core. That's right... they filled my stomach with something... but I don't feel full anymore... The memory flashes through my mind; the pink nurses with their cocks bulging through their latex skirts. My dick twitches inside its prison at the humiliating, yet erotic, image. As the familiar frustration of my aching balls returns, I feel my anus flex in the cool air in response. I didn't do that on purpose... and why does it feel... wet...? A drop of moisture slowly trickles down from my spread cheeks, eventually finding my swollen balls before coming to a drying stop. My head still heavy with sleep, I am barely able to open my eyes to take in my surroundings.

My blurred vision comes into focus on a nearby wall, plain and white, the lights dimmed in a small room. Wait... am I sideways...? I roll my eyes, seeing a cushioned surface touching my right side and the darkened ceiling lights some distance to my left. I shift my face to find a small gap in my - chair..? - that allows me to rest without pressing my face into the surface and allowing me to see the tiled floor. When two green high heels walk into view, I crane my neck backwards to see my visitor. My eyes follow two dark stockinged legs up to a tight black skirt, then to the baggy green sweater with the white lab coat draped overtop. The figure leans down, revealing the angelic face of mistress Andrea, her full lips curled into an amused smile. She brushes her dark curls out of her face as she looks me in the eye. If I were standing, my legs might have given out at her striking beauty.

"Hey there, baby boy. How are we feeling?" Her voice is deep and motherly, my body ceasing it's struggle to fully waken from my stupor.

"Uugh... I'm uh... tired..." My words slur as I attempt to rouse myself from my sluggish state.

"I know sweetie, but you have to stick with me. There's one final procedure I have to do, and I can't have you wriggling around. It's rather delicate, but I promise it will be over soon." Andrea rises from my line of sight, her heels clicking as she circles around behind me.

"Wha... What d'you have t'do?" Still struggling to **** myself awake, I can't help but feel as if my whole body has been beaten from the inside-out. Maybe that medicine was more intense than I expected... I ponder as I content myself with flexing my fingers and toes, testing my mobility.

"Well, my pretty sissy, I have to make your p-spot into a g-spot." Andrea gives a deep chuckle as she speaks, her words only leaving me confused. Aren't those like, the same thing...? Suddenly I feel the smooth skin-to-skin contact of Andrea's finger against my exposed hole. I feel a weighty tingle in my foggy brain and to my surprise, I feel myself instinctively loosen at the pressure.

"That's a good girl, you're already getting wet for mommy." Andrea muses from behind me. I feel as I try and flex my insides against the intruder, but my muscles seem too tired to do much more than a light squeeze. I feel a warm, thick wetness follow Andrea's finger as it slowly slides in and out of me, coating my rim as it barely clings to her movements. Wow... it almost feels like when I would blow on my dick when I used to jerk off, but with my butt... The faint tingling sensation of her finger gliding over the sensitive lips of my back door paired with the feeling of her pressing lightly on my inner walls is like a warm bath of soft pleasure. It doesn't last long however, as she pulls her finger out again.

"It's too bad we can't fuck you new boys, it would be so nice to break in this little slut here and now, treatment be damned..." I hear Andrea whisper to herself from behind me, though the words don't register to me as meaningful while my brain is trying to recover from her little massage. I then feel something truly surprising; a cool metal point presses into my loosened ass, expanding as Andrea presses it in further to a small cone shape. After sliding what felt like miles into my butt, it stops as mistress - doctor - whatever... - Andrea begins to speak to me.

"This won't be very comfortable, but I need you to bear with me sweetheart. Be a brave boy for mommy. I'm going to open you up for a little so I can administer your shot." I hear her speak, yet all I can manage to cling to are the words "be brave", "mommy", "open you up", and "shot", the last of which makes me start to worry. I feel as the metal device begins to expand as Andrea's warm hands fiddle with it at my entrance. Realizing now that she has inserted a speculum into my ass and has begun to open it, I feel a flash of shame flood through my chest. Mommy can't see my insides, that's too embarrassing...! I mean Andrea... What is going on with me...? Despite my urge to hide myself, I am only capable of lying here, strapped to this contraption of a chair as Andrea spreads my ass to a truly uncomfortable gape. By the time she finally stops, I am far too spread open, even after the looseness of my muscles and the stretching I've managed during relief lessons. I feel the air of the room start to eek it's way into me, causing my body to try and reflexively close only to painfully press against the sturdy metal device that holds me open.

"There, there, honey. Just another moment and it will all be over. Then you can go back to your dorm and have a nice long rest. Doesn't that sound nice?" I hear Andrea speak, though her tone shows her focus is elsewhere. When I feel her exploratory finger enter me again, it slides against my stretched insides as it runs closer and closer to my prostate. When she eventually finds it, I feel a shameful rush of excitement, hoping for some insane reason she might pleasure me. Instead, she simply taunts me, lightly running her fingertip as she searches for the outline of my prostate. Seeming to have found what she was searching for, she uses two fingers and presses down on either side of my pleasure button, the faint pressure of her fingers only offset by the discomfort of the speculum that holds me open wide enough for her to explore me with such ease. Still holding down the flesh that surrounds my prostate, I feel Andrea become very still behind me. A moment of silence passes as the various sensations and emotions I'm feeling swirl around in my head like a hurricane, stopping me from forming any coherent thought or idea as to what she's doing.

A horrible chill runs through my entire body as I feel a pinch - a sliver that pierces deep into my exposed prostate. My eyes slowly widen into saucers as a lightning bolt of pain shoots through my groin, all the way from my ass and into my caged dick. The feeling only lasts an instant before being replaced by a throbbing soreness in my pleasure spot as Andrea retreats from my gaping ass.

"Shhh, that's a good boy. You did so well for mommy." Andrea coos in a soft voice as she slowly closes the speculum. When it finally exits my body, I feel as if a great burden has been lifted from my body as I go slack in my bindings. I let out a soft groan as the exhaustion and soreness begins to overpower me. I am only able to stay conscious due to Andrea starting to undo my bindings. When I feel the last of the straps fall off me, I struggle out of the crazy bondage chair and into a stand, using the chair as a support.

"It's okay, mommy's here." Andrea appears in front of me, practically pressing me back onto the chair, this time only to an upright seated pose as she cradles me in her arms. I rest my head against the soft fabric of her sweater that pads her heavy breasts, practically sinking into her.

"That's right, it's over now. You're such a good sissy, aren't you?" Andrea's voice is dripping with honey as she grabs my chin and raises my face from her chest. As soon as I open my eyes to gaze on her beautiful face, she leans in and presses her soft lips against mine. I practically melt into her as she completely dominates my mouth, her tongue bullying mine as she moans into me. All I can feel is my exhaustion and the comfort her warm hold on me gives, yet I can't help but notice a large hardness begin to press into my naked skin through her skirt. Maybe if I just... I feel my hand move towards her hardness without telling it to, but before I make contact, Andrea pulls away from me.

"Alright now Sam. Take your time and get dressed. Don't put in your plug for the next three days, understand?" She kneels in front of me, waiting for me to nod in response before standing up again.

"That's a good boy. I hope I'll see you again soon." She gives a knowing smile before leaving me in the tiny, dim room. I sit and catch my breath for several minutes before glancing around, finding my labelled bin with my uniform inside lying on a nearby stool. In a complete daze, I lazily dress myself, palming my butt plug as I stumble for the door. I'm temporarily blinded by the brightness of the hallway, cringing as I turn to find one of the guard futas waiting nearby. She immediately approaches, lightly pushing against my arm to direct me forward before falling in beside me. It feels like an eternity before I am back in the dorm, the evening sky clouded over as rain patters against the dining room windows. Too exhausted to stick around after another plain meal of salad, I wander back to my room seeking the sleep I was denied earlier today. Throwing myself into bed, I manage to wonder what in the world all this medical treatment is doing to me before I sink into a deep, deep sleep.