Hands-On Therapy (R,L,M)

Richard stepped through the doorway and was no longer in the auditorium. As he looked around he saw the red and gold carpets and mahogany doors of the estate back home. Genet had copied the same hallway for the waiting area in the last challenge for anyone that’d been captured.

Luna was waiting at the landing for him with a small glass bottle of red perfume. “Hey. Good to see you again.”

Again? Richard thought. This must not be the first time. “Hey. What happened after I left? Is everyone alright?”

“Everything’s fine. And yes, that includes Maeve and Hel. We’re actually on our way to Maeve now if you wanted to check on her.”

“Oh, good. I was about to ask about them. I did that last time, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.” Luna answered patiently. “Before we go, you need to be sprayed with this.” She held up the little bottle of perfume.

“What is it?”

“It’s supposed to reset you physically the same way your mind was. Genet said that it’s too difficult for her to alter time selectively, so to make sure I could remember our conversations she’s using this and the door to save power. Can I go ahead and use it?”

“Sure, I guess.” She sprayed him twice. It smelled strong and rich, like red wine.

“Now let’s go, I can’t use too much of my time here.” Luna started leading him down the hallway. The carpeting was replaced by shiny black tile, while the dark walls were replaced by beige drywall and windows out to a sidewalk he was confident wasn’t really there. By the time he saw the door for Dr.Blume’s office, he already knew exactly who was next.

Already? “Are we near the end?”

“This is just the second, actually.” His best friend corrected him.

“Really? I thought she and Hel would want to be last.”

Luna just shrugged. “She’s going now. She didn’t give me much to work with other than telling me where she’d be taking you but… keep an open mind?”

“I’ll do my best.” He left Luna in the office’s hall and went into Dr.Petrov’s waiting room.

It was quiet and empty. The couches that he’d sit at when waiting for her to be ready were as he was used to, the green one slightly worn. Dr.Petrov had hired a secretary a few years ago, she was the only provider in the practice that didn’t have to manage her own calendar. But as he expected, Sandra’s desk in the corner was empty. With no one to check in with, he just knocked on the inner door.

“Please, come in.” He heard her softly say from the other side.

As he entered, he saw the first physical difference between this version and the real office. For most of their sessions she sat in her black leather chair, taking notes as he sat on the loveseat. Today the black leather chair was gone, and she was on the loveseat. She looked up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, when I asked Genet to make a copy of my office, it didn’t come out perfectly. But I don’t mind if you sit next to me.” She patted the cushion, gesturing for him to sit.

He accepted it, feeling flat-footed at the change in routine but doing his best to stay open-minded like he’d promised.

“May I ask how you’re feeling about your role in this… challenge?” Her hand settled on his knee.

He let it sit there, not wanting to alarm her. “My role’s fine, fun even. I’m looking forward to seeing what Felicia and Aubrey come up with. I’ve just been worried about you and Hel, this is the exact opposite of what either of you want.”

“If it makes things easier,” Maeve started, as her hand crept two inches above his thigh. “Your stepsister was one of the most confident looking of us when Genet ended our planning period.”

“But what about you?” Richard pushed back. He pushed back physically too, twisting in his seat to reset her hand back to his knee.

“You don’t need to worry about me.” She assured him as her hand made half the distance back. “You’ve become very close to some of the others over the past few weeks. Aubrey of course, Hazel, Felicia, is there anyone else I may not be aware that you’ve become more serious with?”

“Stella too, recently. We had a private moment at the beach where we shared some things that’d been brewing.” He confessed.

“That’s… very good. I’ve noticed her grow happier over our time here. Do you know what your future might look like with all of them? Have you tried to have a wider conversation with the four of them together?”

“I-no.” He shifted, not noticing Maeve’s arm taking the opportunity to move closer. “Hazel’s raised similar concerns. We’ve focused on how spread out some of us are. I want to ask Felicia and Stell how much time they might be willing to spend in Providence, since my seat in the House requires me to stay close to home enough of the time.

“As far as the conversation between them all, that’s the hard part. Aubrey and Felicia are at each other’s throats all the time, and I’m not sure why but I’m pretty sure Stella’s scared of Hazel. I feel like too much of a coward to get everyone on the same page. I feel guilty for pushing them in general but especially with Aubrey, one of her TFs keeps getting me to back down. God…”

“Take a deep breath.” His therapist reminded him. “I know you don’t like the idea, but procrastinating will only let your problems grow. I can try to help if you need. Whether that’s guidance through the conversation or someone to stop you from backing down.”

“Thank you. Some days, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Before you or we talk to them, what do you want? If you weren’t trying to take their concerns into consideration, what do you think your life might look like in five years?”

Richard closed his eyes. “I don’t know. Aubrey and I’ve moved back in together? Stella set up a second location back home that she travels between like I do? Felicia’s happy? I don’t know.”

“Do you think you might’ve started a family?” The conversation turned.

“I’m sorry?”

“Have you discussed having children with any of them? With how long you’ve known Aubrey, I wouldn’t be surprised if the topic had come up.”

“Aubrey’s tried discussing it before. I said I wanted to wait until after she was established in her career before we took that step.”

“So you’d want someone you chose to have children with to be stable? Financially, occupationally, socially?”

“Of course. The financial part is really the least important since I could pay for everything, but back when I was practicing my clients told me how much time parenting took. If we had kids at the beginning of our careers, I don’t know how we’d be able to balance everything.”

“That’s very mature of you.” Dr.Petrov complimented.

He felt the fly of his jeans slowly unzip. Oh no. I knew I should’ve said something earlier. That transformation’s never gotten this bad. If I point it out now she’ll probably never want to be in a room with me again. But it’d be worth it for her sake.

“Maeve. Dr.Petrov.” Richard said as he felt her fingers move closer over his mass then slightly retreat again.

“Hmm?”

“Look at where your hands are.”

This time when she spoke it was softer and more hesitant than he was used to, like when she’d come out of the shower to reaffirm their boundaries. “Yes. I’m sorry, was that too fast?”

“What?” He finally opened his eyes and found her studying him with concern. “You knew what was happening? I thought Cuddle Therapy was…”

“Yes. I was trying to encourage that impression.” She admitted. “I know I shouldn’t have misled you, but it felt easier to start this way. And it felt too tempting to see how long you’d wait before drawing attention to my actions.”

Richard sat up. “But why? You’ve always been clear that you didn’t think it was a good idea. That you wanted nothing to do with something like this.”

“I’m still not sure it’s a good idea.” Dr.Petrov agreed.

“Then why are you trying to do this? You don’t have to. You have enough VP to survive coming in last again, even if Hel somehow beat you.”

“I don’t have to.” Maeve carefully agreed. “But can you recall my justification on the last night we spent together? With your memory, I’m sure you remember the exact words.”

He swallowed a breath, thinking back before he tried to quote her. “‘“I’m not sure what it might be like for me. But I don’t think it would be good for you.’” He stopped, not sure the rest was as important.

“Yes. I think it would probably be better for you if I didn’t do this. But everything, even that, makes me more tempted to keep going.” She slipped her phone out and offered it to him before continuing. “A long time ago, I was planning to start a family. But I changed my mind after being disappointed, and well… my caution is my best and my worst quality. Once I decided it wouldn’t be worth it I trained myself to accept that. Not even Genet’s fertility TF could pierce through the shields I’d built up.

“But Luna and Aubrey in their own ways pressed and prodded at my walls. They **** me to admit to myself that yes, I still wanted children. But they couldn’t stop me from continuing to be too fearful to engage with my own feelings. I felt paralyzed, too trapped by my own caution to do anything. I decided to accept Luna’s help when she checked on me and now we’re both here. At this point, could you open my transformation list?”

He nodded before the phone lit up and he scrolled over. The list was long now, far longer than he’d expect in only two rounds.

• Mom Bod: Maeve gains the stereotypical “mom bod”, seen in the cartoons Richard grew up with as her breasts, thighs, hips, and ass fill out. (Milf)
• Intimate Insights: Maeve is great at reading people under normal conditions. Maeve will gain a sense of the Master and her fellow contestants’ fantasies and fetishes. Helping them achieve these, whether through advice or participation, will bring her **** pleasure. (Empathy)
• Can’t Spell MILF Without Mother: Last time, Maeve questioned her “MILF” qualifications. Let’s help her fix that. Maeve will gain a desire to have children, and her reproductive system will be restored to its state back when she was half her age. (Milf)
• Cuddle Therapist: The two she's spent the most time with now both seek physical touch as reassurance. She'll now believe that physical contact is required to interact with others within the harem, with more contact needed for deeper connections and conversations (Social Work)
• Mores and Fuckways: Maeve will feel excited by the violation of social norms. (Social Work)

“She bought you Mores and Fuckways. You told me how much you were scared of this.”

Maeve gingerly nodded. “I was. No, I am. But I needed a push, and she used what we had. I’m praying that if I accept the things that have chewed at me for the longest, resuming my daily meditations will help me manage any other… temptations. I’m sorry, but I don’t blame her for it.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” He asked.

“When I first warned you about why we should maintain our boundaries, I said that if something ever happened you needed to make sure I was replaced as your therapist. You said just a few minutes ago that you rely on me. And now I’m making the sort of selfish decisions that might be good for me, but not you.”

“That’s… no. You’re not being selfish.” He insisted.

“I’m not sure.” She disagreed. “But I’m dragging us toward a line we can’t come back from. I’m stopping myself from doing everything I want right now. But if you’d let me, I’d like to take steps into intimacy now and eventually move towards starting a family. My life is already well established and- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” She paused, trying to physically pull herself back from him. “If you want to turn back and forget this conversation or slow down and do nothing today, I can try to control myself. I taught myself to ignore it once, if I'm more careful this time I can probably do it again. But if you’re willing to indulge me…” her fingers twitched and she stared at him, silently begging him to make a decision.

No. Take a deep breath. Slow down, think about whether this is really what you want. He considered. She’d been so worried about what the Hotel might do to her every time they were alone. How would she feel at the beginning of all this, if she saw what’s happening now. Am I taking advantage of her? He was about to speak, but Window Pain Test asked him to reconsider.

Luna’s been trying to push us together. She said it was for reasons that weren’t hers to explain. Is this why? She asked me to keep an open mind… He tried to speak again, but again Window Pain Test asked him if he was sure. She doesn’t know either. But is that because of her fears holding her back, or the TFs pushing her forward?

“Maeve,” he began. “Would you still be able to help me until we’re back on Earth?”

“Of course.” She reassured him. “No matter what happens, I’ll do what I can to support you. If you keep things as they are I’ll do what I can as your therapist, but if you change I’d do what I can for you as me. But I do ask that you keep in mind what that difference means, and be aware of any subjects where my judgement might be… clouded.” She handed the decision back to him.

He **** himself to look at her, like the way Felicia had **** him to look at her on their first date. Maeve was beautiful. She’d always been pretty, with an elegance that it’d never seemed like she’d had to think about. Her silver hair was like he’d never seen from anyone else. She had always been kind and reliable. Her first transformation had made her… softer. She’d gone from unusually thin to unusually plush. She was wearing the same sort of professional clothes that she’d been wearing the night they’d all been taken, but they were no longer as loose as he knew she was used to. The difference made everything more obvious, from her thighs that he’d accidentally woken to find himself holding their first night together to the breasts struggling to escape her blazer. Maeve was beautiful. And she wanted him to decide.

“Go ahead.” He closed his eyes again, hoping he was making the right choice.

He felt her thin fingers land back around his fly, dipping in to find what she was looking for. She tucked back the opening in his boxers and guided his cock through.

Dr.Maeve Petrov, +3 VP (Seen Dick’s Dick)

“If you said yes, I thought we’d start with something quiet like this where you don’t need to do anything.” She delicately rubbed at him, coaxing his member to life.

Richard heard the clicking of a plastic bottle being opened. “I didn’t think to prepare this, but Genet put some in the desk for us.” Her hand slipped away, before coming back covered in a thick lube that she slathered onto him. Then she began dragging her fingers across his length again, finding more success now. “You’re mature, empathetic. You’re one of the few people I’ve met who are as worried about others as me, so we’d understand each other's concerns and overconcern.. You’d advocate for me, just as I would for you. You'd make sure you did your fair share around the house. We’re tied to each other now, so in a certain way this makes sense.”

Richard wasn’t sure who she was trying to persuade.

Having brought him to full mast, she switched from merely touching him with her fingers to bringing them together around his shaft. “Keep your eyes closed right now.” She continued to stroke up and down.

Up.

And down.

Up.

And down.

She kept stroking, and as her arm twisted he could feel her weight shift as she moved closer. “How does this feel?”

“Good. V-very good.”

“Good. You were staring at me earlier, weren’t you?”

“...I’m sorry.”

“That’s not something to apologize for. We’ve both touched each other accidentally enough times now. I was going to give you permission this time.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.” She agreed rather dryly. With his eyes still closed, she took one of his arms and brought it to her own waist, prompting him to squeeze and blindly explore. With his attention occupied, she tried to focus again on getting him off, maintaining her strokes around his stiff cock. “I’m… quite out of practice. Is there anything you’d like me to change about where or how I’m touching you?”

“No. This is- this is good. Great.” He assured her, the words coming out staggering. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for. You’re doing so good for me, doing exactly what I asked for. Just keep as still as you can and keep your eyes closed.” She instructed him. “I lied to you earlier, about my Genet making a mistake with the office. My own chair is missing for a reason. With the temptations from my new transformation and the rest of the desires I’d been trying to suppress, I had the idea of mounting you in the place you’d identify me most as Dr.Petrov. But that felt like too much, too fast. So this was my compromise with myself.”

He didn’t respond, though she noticed his twitching increase at the suggestion of mounting her. “Is it that scenario you liked, or just the idea of being inside me?”

“-Unh” He moaned inconclusively.

She wanted, desperately wanted, to know how much further he would have gone. She knew that she probably shouldn’t without warning him, but she still looked into him for a moment and saw the same scenario she’d described. The fantasy she’d described was the one at the center of his mind, where he was bucking as she rode him.

“Has anyone told you about the medication cabinet Genet stocks for us?”

“Yes.” He managed to answer. “Luna told me about the birth control.”

“That makes sense that it was her. The reason I brought it up,” She started to explain as she continued to study his twitching under her ministrations, “is because that’s not all that’s in there. Genet also gave us panacea, melatonin, and fertility ****. I stopped taking the birth control this morning. And if we decide it’s right in the future, I can take that fertility medication. It’s not guaranteed from what I understand, merely making a low chance higher. But it would give us a better chance still, once we decide we want it.”

As she continued to stroke she watched a bead of precum well up.

She decided to pull his hand that she’d previously brought to her waist up to her chest, pressing it in for him to feel her. “Go ahead and cum when you’re ready. Think about how it’s going to feel when we mount each other for real.” Maeve whispered to him.

The therapist felt the pressure as he squeezed her breast, finding release with her permission. He moaned and jerked as he came at her direction, spraying both their clothes with his seed.

Dr.Maeve Petrov, +4 VP (Handjob)

“Good job.” She told him in their last moments before the room faded.