Fly to Leipzig

The plane ride is a gentle one. You're worn out from cumming so much. You wake from your nap as the plane touches down.

Two stewardesses help you out of your seat, carrying your bags as they wheel you out the gate.

Waiting for you is an older woman, wearing short blonde hair and a doctor's uniform. Her smile is enormous, her eyes squint as she waves at you.

You look at her body. She's tall and thin, with small breasts that barely protrude from her chest.

"Mr. Doe?" she says.

You nod.

"It is so nice to meet you. I am Doctor Müller. We will be heading to the Leipzig Samenextraktionsuniversität now."

You nod. Her accent is a little thick, but understandable. In the glass windows she pushes you past, you can still see her massive smile. Is this a German thing? The two of you are quiet as you get into the taxi.

"The weather is nice." you say.

"Yes" she says.

You're unsure if Germans like small talk or not. Perhaps she is different, or maybe she doesn't know a lot of English. You notice that she's been staring at you. This time, her smile is less pronounced, more of an uncomfortable grin than her aggressive display of baring teeth.

"Do you have any questions?" she says.

"I wasn't told exactly how this treatment would work."

"You will be handled by different medical students, chaperoned by a doctor or nurse. Outside of that, you will be staying with me and my daughter. We both live on the campus you see, so we thought it would be best to volunteer."

You're surprised.

"I expected that I would just live at the hospital."

"Oh no" she laughs. "That would be terrible. How would you get the emotional and social support needed to heal? And you will need to eat my cooking. It is a very important part of the procedure."

She laughs again.

"That was a joke." she says.

You politely laugh.

"Would you prefer to arrive at the Leipzig Samenextraktionsuniversität first, or to go home and drop off your things?"