The Next Morning and an Important Discussion

Morning came softly pouring in through the thin curtains over the living room windows. You slowly came to consciousness, though the period between firsting being and actually opening your eyes to register your surroundings was a timeless blur. When finally you sat up, bleary eyed and with a slight crick in your neck, the memories of the night before came crashing back to you all at once.

Red hair, perfect tits, soft lips, blowjobs… by all accounts, it had been a wonderful night for you, one of the best in a long time. Yet, you knew there would be a reckoning this morning. Rachel had been in a calm state of mind, relatively speaking. It had been a conscious, albeit addiction-influenced, decision on her part to suck your cock. Megan, on the other hand, had been so deep in the haze of her addiction that you doubted she would feel the same. There had been many reports of people at her stage in SSDS describing the aftermath as being akin to being drugged. The loss of agency was something thoroughly frightening, especially since it was entirely an internal mechanism and not the result of any actual drugs. You could never guess what Megan might be feeling, but you hoped that she wouldn’t blame you.

Those thoughts cracked through your mind, instantly dusting off the cobwebs of sleep. As your mind sharpened, you realized you could hear and smell food being prepared in the kitchen. You stood up and made to walk over, but then remembered that you had taken off your pants before going to sleep. After throwing them back on and making sure you were still wearing a shirt, you walked into the kitchen.

Megan was standing in the kitchen wearing a large black t-shirt and a pair of red running shorts. Her back was to you as she worked the frying pan, but you made sure to make plenty of noise walking up. After a moment of silence, you realized she had no intention of speaking to you.

You cleared your throat and nervously stepped into the kitchen. “Hey Megan…”

“Hey Will,” she said with a slight flutter.

“I am sorry about how last night went. I know it wasn’t how any of us planned.” You had no clue how to navigate this conversation so you kept it simple and hoped to, at the very least, avoid digging yourself into a hole.

Her arm stopped moving and she took a deep breath. When she turned, she was looking down, unable to meet your eyes, with a deep crease between her brows. She was quiet for another minute as her brain worked through the conversation and what she would say. Finally, after that tense silence, she spoke.

“I feel violated… and I know what happened, I remember. I know that you didn’t do anything wrong… but I sucked your dick last night. I fucking drooled on it. And the memory of it… I hate how it makes me feel. And I know, logically, that it isn’t your fault. It’s the Cum Ad-… the SSDS.”

She paused and shook her head, finally meeting your gaze. “You’re a decent guy, Will. You're one of my sister’s best friends… I just don’t know. I’ve been assaulted, and this feels similar, but fuck. It was me, you know? I did it! I…” She raised her hand as if to emphasize a point, but shook her head again. “I don’t want to hate you or blame you for it, but a small, irrational part of me does.”

You nodded and swallowed heavily, feeling as though your body was suddenly turned to lead. “I understand. This is not an uncommon response,” you slipped back into doctor mode to hide from the guilt that now sprang up in your gut. “Many patients who reach your level of addiction have reported events similar to what you experienced last night. It’s an addiction, at the end of the day. It alters you–your brain. So… the feeling, afterwards, of being violated. It’s a valid feeling because you were altered. And the fact that you needed the semen,” you shrugged and pursed your lips. “The fact that it was a necessity doesn’t invalidate your feelings of violation.”

She nodded solemnly, once again unable to meet your eyes. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, before turning to leave.

“Um, I hope our talk last night helped. Please, do not hesitate to reach out for any more medical advice. And let Rachel know I said that it was nice to see her again, circumstances notwithstanding.”

“Wait,” she said. She crossed her arms, though it was closer to her hugging herself. For comfort, and also to brace herself. “I… I can’t help how I feel, but I can help how I react to those feelings… And, regardless, I-I need another… dose.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the role of doctor once again surface as a wall between this difficult conversation and your own emotions.

“Ok, sure. Well, there are ways to do this that are not as involved for you. I’m not gonna beat around the bush though. So, I can watch porn and cum into a cup for you to drink.”

She grimaced at the bluntness, though the corners of her mouth quirked up slightly at the absurdity. Turning around with a longsuffering sigh, she shook her head and picked her spatula back up.

“Dude… what the fuck is this thing?” she exclaimed with a dry chuckle.

You scratched the back of your head and gave a wry smile as you also chuckled at the strange circumstance. “It’s an absolute fucking doozy.”

“Alright, cum in a cup. Why not?” she asked flippantly.

“Cum in a cup,” you echoed. “Uh, a few things though. Naturally, the cup method, so to speak, is not as efficient as… well, a more direct application. Some patients at your level of SSDS have reported better results from that…”

“Letting a guy cum in their mouth?”

“We really need to find a scientific term for that… But, it is 2026, there are girls with dicks too, if that would make it easier for you.”

“I dated a trans girl once,” she remarked as she took down three plates from a cabinet to the right of the stove. “I didn’t mind the dick. She was actually pretty good with it. But cum is just weird. And god, the texture. The flavor can be fine. Yours, actually…” she trailed. You saw her turn her head slightly, just looking at you with the corner of her eye, a slight blush across her cheekbone. “You tasted alright,” she admitted. “But I’ll never get used to the texture.”

You laughed ruefully, though you felt a small twinge in your cock at her complimenting the taste of your cum. It was always a nice thing to hear.

“The second thing you need to know is the timing,” you said, bringing your conversation back to its original topic. Megan wagged her spatula at you, as if remembering that she had gone off on a tangent, before returning to her task of plating up the breakfast she had made. “The quicker you consume the semen, the better. The glucose in it that your body needs begin to breakdown once they leave my body, so you should be digesting and processing it as quickly as you can to fight that off.”

“So,” she huffed out a short laugh. “Once again, it’s best if you cum right in my mouth, huh?”

You leaned against the wall and sheepishly shrugged. “It is the most efficient method of treatment. The fact that it is… what it is-”

“Me having you cum directly into my mouth?” Megan supplied helpfully with an arched eyebrow as she turned to face you.

“Yes,” you said with a soft smile. “The fact that the most efficient method of treatment is also the most gratuitous is, honest to god, pure coincidence.”

“And I’m sure all of your science buddies are broken up about it.” She was beginning to make jokes, and it made the tension in your gut slowly begin to dissipate.

“There are plenty of men–straight men also–that have developed SSDS. It isn’t strictly relegated to women. So I see what you are saying, but,” you walked over to take the plate of eggs, potatoes, and ham that Megan held up to you on an outstretched hand. “This affects plenty of men.”

She brought the two other plates of breakfast food over to the table in the living room, right in front of the couch that was still clad in your bedding from the night before. You set your plate down beside them.

“Yeah ok, let’s see them create a new treatment plan that doesn’t involve sucking dick then.”

“Megan, we don’t need to do that. Drinking it from a cup might be en-”

“If I do this the most efficient way, would that lower the number of doses I might need over the course of a day?” she asked, interrupting you now with a level stare. “My doctor told me I might need four doses. Four.”

“At the state your addiction is in…” you weighed the options heavily. A small part of you wanted to push for the more professional cup method at first and to move from there. Part of why you were such an important donor was because you produced a remarkably high volume of semen to begin with that also happened to be rich in the required forms of glucose. Given that, if she were to ingest your cum via cup, the minor drop in treatment efficiency might not make a large difference.

But then the thought of her swallowing your cum flashed through your mind. Her lips around you, soft and wet. Her big tits covered in her own drool. The thought of her mouth, an intimate place reserved for women, being used to service you.

“It is possible that the more direct treatment plan would lower that number to three, yes.” It was still true, but a slight lie of omission.

“Alright then… I need a dose now anyways, doc. Might as well get it done.” Her voice was strained to put up a casual facade over what you could tell was something resigned.

“Ok, keep in mind that I can masturbate and just finish… in your mouth.”

She paused as you sat down on the couch. After a moment, she sat next to you, her soft thighs so close to your own.

“Would that be a lower efficiency treatment plan?” she hesitantly asked.

“Possibly? There isn’t really much study on this specifically. There is precum that would be lost, but would be such a small amount that it may not amount to anything substantial.”

“May not?” Her brow arched again, imperiously. She was good at that, making herself seem intimidating simply by moving a single eyebrow.

“As I said, there isn’t much study on it. I would guess that it would be pretty small. But, then again, so would the amount of glucose you would lose in the cup method. I suppose that at your level, these minor changes in efficiency could mean the difference between three and four doses.”

She nodded solemnly. Her hair fell in a ruby curtain across her face as she looked at the ground and drew in a deep breath. “That’s what I thought.” She quickly regained her composure and stood up in front of you.

“So, doc. What’s the best way to do this.”

“I think, if this is what you are committing to… kneeling between my legs is a classic for a reason.”

With a soft, albeit guarded smile, Megan dropped a pillow to the floor between your legs and knelt on it. You carefully unzipped your pants and began to work them down, as though afraid of startling a wild animal. She released another short laugh when she saw your bulge in your underwear.

“You’re taking on a real hardship doc,” she muttered as she reached down to pull up her shirt. You had not asked her to do it, but she probably realized that the more stimulation you received of any kind, the quicker you would finish for her. You were surprised to see her wearing a pink bra underneath her black shirt. Of course, your surprise was quickly overcome by lust at the sight of her chest. She and Rachel were twins here as well, both with large, soft racks. Even contained as they were in the bra, her cleavage spilled forth, pale beneath her fiery hair.

“I didn’t know you ever wore pink,” you said absentmindedly, as though to distract Megan from you pulling down your underwear.

“Yeah, I don’t really. But it was a gift from…” she trailed off as your cock sprung up to attention before her, thick and hard. A prominent vein ran along its underside, as if a physical marker to denote where Megan should lick. “From an ex-girlfriend,” she finished.

You let out a soft exhale as her hand reached out to grasp your base. The night before, she had been a rabid animal intent on devouring you, not she was a wounded and scared one.

“Hey,” you said, gently as you could.

She looked up at you, eyes ever so slightly wide, give her a wild, startled look.

“Take your time. There is no rush. And, most importantly, you are safe and in control here. Ok?”

She looked, first, at the erect cock staring her dead in the face, and then up at you. Kneeling beneath you, face partially hidden behind your cock, her large tits only hidden behind a flimsy pink bralette, Megan took in a deep breath. When she looked up at you, it was with a grateful smile and a brave tint to her eyes.

“Thank you, Will,” she said simply.