Tammy Winters, 23 futa. Treatment for anxiety, physical therapy

You twitched slightly when the doctor listened to your symptoms, she seemed very understanding. Honestly, you're not normally this nervous. But you're a futanari that decided to participate in No Nut November. You didn't dare tell the doctor that was your reason for the stress, how could you? She'd just say to 'work it out' on your own so to speak. You were surprised when she referred you to this physical therapy place.

Looking at the office building's directory you make your way to the suite for PPT. "Private Physical Therapy," It was called. Entering you see a bored girl working the check-in. Fit as can be... looked like she'd much rather be doing some yoga sipping some weird flavor of the month drink.

"Hi... I'm Tammy Winters, I have a 3pm. Not sure who I'm seeing." you see the receptionist's name tag says Jessica.

"Oh hi! Yes, I have you right here. Looks like you'll be working with Meghan today. Uhg. she is just a total savant for finding out what works best for you. Such a sweetheart too."

You're amazed at how fast she went from bored to chipper. "Oh, awesome. Thanks, do I need to fill anything out? Or do I have a co-pay?"

"Nope sweetie, you're with CHYOACare, they got you all covered. Just have a seat and I'll let her know you're here."

Wow. That really does sound too good to be true...

Very shortly a svelte-looking dark-skinned woman wearing yoga pants, sports bra... and maybe even underwear. It's hard to see. You're honestly really taken back. She looks like she's of Indian descent, with thick but immaculate eyebrows and black hair tied into a braid. She's got a lovely pair of C-cups. Nice handfuls. A beautiful pearly white, winning smile and she's got a lean toned body. Oh god... is that a camel toe?

"Hi! You must be Tammy. I'm Meghan Burk. Please follow me, I'll be working with you today!" her voice is consummately friendly.

You do follow her. Your eyes fixated on the heart-shaped ass swaying in front of you... You don't even notice at first that instead of a big open floor with lots of the typical workout machines and benches you're in a hallway with numbered doors... presumably to private rooms?!

"Here we are, number six. Please come in. Get comfortable," she motioned for you to enter.

It was relatively small and spartan but a bench with enough room for you lay on face-up, or down with a hole for your face. You're a little surprised to see a shower in the corner. There are the standard therapy pillows for helping get people propped up. Some of those stretch exercise cords.

"Please lay down," she encourages you. "Now what I like to do is get comfortable with clients first, would it be okay if I go ahead and do that now?" She asked sweetly. Though you aren't sure you know what she means by comfortable.

"Please, be all means," you say with a nervous smile, "if you're working on me, I wouldn't want you uncomfortable." Of course, you're already feeling uncomfortable. You're praying she doesn't freak out about the tent in your pants.

"Great!" she began to strip, kicked off her shoes, pulled off her bra, and shimmied out of her skin-tight pants. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Just a baby smooth puffy pair of lips underneath.

You whine slightly from the new source of stress, "I... uh..." you stammer.

She looks at your raging hard-on, back at you, and tilts her head at you disappointedly. "Sweety. No Nut November? Really? Your balls are so swollen I'm surprised I didn't see them earlier," she admonishes you. "Listen, honey, you're a futa, nature's sexual jungle-gym. You're the girl that every guy wants to be and the guy all the girls want to fuck. You weren't meant to do this to yourself."

"Look... I. I Know... I just really wanted to do the stupid challenge. If you can't help me find another way, I'll go," you start to sit up for the door... only to find she gently pushes you back down.

"Sweety, it's not at all responsible of me to let you go like this. Hear me out first, if you still want to go afterward I won't stop you."

You mull over her words before finally nodding, "okay."

"Alright, your health is important to me sweety. Now if you're going to give something, I want to reward you." she leans in and strokes your face, her tits very close to you. "I want to know what it would take for me to make sure you walk out of here with empty balls and stress-free at the end of today's session." She studies you a moment.

Oh god, your cock is screaming to be let out. Right fucking now.

"This is really important to you. So you need something special... a blow job is too easy, don't you think dear? I could let you fuck my ass, but honestly, that seems a little impersonal. What if I let you fuck me bareback? Would that be good for you hon?"

"I... WHAT?!" you're not sure you just heard her right... but your cock sure did.

"Oh no! I didn't mean to upset you," she frowns and kisses your cheek, "what if I let you breed me, honey? I'll let you empty your balls into me all you want," she wiggles her butt back and forth, "these rooms are soundproof... and I'm dedicated to doing anything I can to help you out, Tammy. Please let me help you."

There are all manner of implications here. Moral. Legal. You're sure you could think of a few more. But you're single, hard as fuck with swollen balls and this beautiful girl is asking you to breed her.