A man who's about to go to titty rehab

"So if you had to pick a sort of start date for when this whole issue began, when would that be?"

Alex thought for a long, quiet moment - just him and the male mental health professional in that small, stiflingly quiet room. Alex's gaze was set towards the floor, as usual. "W-Well... Probably when I was a teenager. After the divorce and dad moving out... I kinda got the impression that I had to be 'the man of the house,' right? So... and, y'know, I was just starting to notice girls' chests-"

"Women's breasts," the counselor interrupted him. "Bosom, boobs, tits, funbags."

Alex shot him a withering glare.

The counselor put up his hands apologetically. "Ah, I don't mean to overly pressure you. Just wanted to remind you that it's okay to use those words. Women-"

"Women like them too, yeah," Alex murmured half-heartedly, like he didn't believe it. He sighed. "That's my problem. It was just me, my mom, and my sister, and we were on the verge of eviction due to losing one income, so I got it in my head: 'I gotta help out any way I can.' So I just kinda... I think I kinda turned off that part of me and focused on school and finding a job. And for the last decade and a half, I've been able to 'fake it 'til I make it' - even through two relationships - but then..."

"The breakdown."

Alex reached for the box of tissues for the dozenth time. "Yeah. It all caught up with me. All that stress. And now my old coping mechanisms don't work anymore, and all that t-t-titlust is coming back in a big way, but it's like I'm a horny teenager again and I get so fucking nervous whenever I see a big pair of breasts on the street, at work, in a YouTube ad, at home..."

The counselor nodded. "Even though I'm sure you've been told many times-"

"Yeah, 'it's a desirable attitude to have,'" he finished with a little anger. "But I'm still trying to work through all that stress from my teenage years. I don't feel like I'm... worthy to express how much I love the tits around me. And I constantly worry - what if I come off too strong? What if I don't have the stamina? What if I come off as, y'know, kind of a creepy slut for tits? That's kinda what I feel like right now, and I don't want to bother the average woman on the street with that."

"And I'll just remind you again - statistically, the average woman on the street, if you asked, would gladly welcome a long, indulgent stare. And more."

Alex sighed and put a hand to his forehead. "I just- I'm caught in a paradox. I love big breasts so much they make me nervous."

There was a long, weighty silence between them before the counselor finally spoke up. "Have you thought about the option I brought up last week?"

He nodded a few times in resignation. "Yeah. That might be what I need. As much as it sounds like both heaven and hell... I need to get over this if I'm gonna be a functional member of society, y'know?"

"You have the potential to be a very successful and beloved member of society," the counselor noted with what almost sounded like a small amount of envy. "Men with a genuine, deep love of breasts like yours are incredibly rare, and always rewarded in ways both subtle and not-so-subtle by the women of the world. But putting all that aside, just for your own mental well-being, yes, I think this option is the best for your condition."

Alex leaned forward, wringing his hands. "So how is this going to work?"

"It's a very specialized care facility. You'll essentially take up residence there for anywhere between 2-12 weeks at the latest, where you'll spend every day in the presence of many topless women who will gently encourage you to express your desires. Through this exposure, you'll have ample time and opportunity to overcome your anxieties. There's no pressure - if you ever get overwhelmed, they'll give you space. They'll prepare meals, do your chores and shopping, basically everything you need so that you can just focus on healing."

The soon-to-be-patient gulped. "Wow... How much am I gonna pay for that kind of treatment?"

"This particular facility is owned and operated by a private company that researches men with conditions like yours. When I called them and gave them the basics, they offered to greatly discount the fee in your case, to the amount that your insurance will cover."

Alex got a... well, not a bad feeling, per se, but a strange inkling that there was more to this 'company' than met the eye. But it was too good a deal to pass up. "Well, in that case... I'd be a fool to say no."

The counselor smiled and nodded. Alex wondered if the guy was gonna get a finder's fee for passing him along. "If you like, we can call them right now and schedule your stay."