Hypnotic Results

To say you felt amazing after Doctor Rios's appointment was an understatement. Even walking by Mia at the front desk wasn't as horrifying. Sure, you were hard enough to cut a diamond in your cage. Smiling at Mia, you left and drove to work, feeling invigorated.

Work went as well as it had the past few days, with lunch coming soon enough; your assistant came to your office, shutting the door behind her. Before she might've knocked.

"I want a raise." She said as she slipped into the chair.

"Sure." You said without even a thought. "You've been helping me out so much, you deserve it. I'll call corporate."

That's how you made one of the most direct phone calls in your life, calling your boss Eric, asking him for a raise for your assistant like your life depended on it. Staring at your assistant's small, yet perky tits through her blouse, you looked down at your darkening pants, feeling mortified at your inability to stop it. Your underwear was sticky with your pre-cum, soaked to the bone as you caught up with Eric, your first male-on-male interaction in probably weeks.

Your assistant didn't thank you when she left, but did leave your door open. You shut it for her.

Your results at home were the same. Carrie seemed to give you a wicked grin as she walked in, and you felt words tug from deep in your brain, shoot out your throat and into the open.

"I want a smaller cage." You said. Her face was one of genuine shock.

"Of all the whining you've done for the past three weeks with that cage, and now you come to me, asking for smaller?" Carrie asked. "You know the whole point was to get you riled up enough to fuck me like a man."

Words got choked in your throat.

"Well hon I just, uhm, wanted to make that moment more special. I just love you so much and appreciate everything we've done, I figured a smaller cage would do that." You said, almost pleading. Deep in your mind, you knew you had to convince your lovely Carrie to get a smaller cage.

She didn't look convinced, but when you cooked her one of the finest dinners, ate her out like never before, and cuddled with her. All that only intensified your desire for release. The minute you popped out of your cage, god, yes, you would fu-.....eat Carrie out.

Neither of you brought the subject up for three days, until Carrie surprised you on your Saturday, storming off after your morning routine of pussy-eating. She'd gotten you both ready for something, and when you pulled into a Doctor's office, you felt genuine surprise when you saw Doctor Eren, M.D., Specializing in Erectile Disfunction, on the gold board outside. You were even more surprised when a Doctor specialized in such a male category was female.

Carrie explained to the doctor your issue, and she seemed shocked until your pants were pulled down, and explained the whole situation. Well, her version of events - you wanted a smaller cage, but the cage size you had on was already tight. The Doctor, close enough to a Mia lookalike that you began to slightly cum into your pants, considered her options.

Well you waited in silence, you considered your past three days - god, your horniness reached crescendo's you'd never figured possible. You'd have meetings where the sight of an older coworkers chest through a blouse was hard to ignore. Not impossible, but quite hard. Carrie didn't change, but your assistant seemed to - you'd relied on her more and more, and she genuinely seemed to be using it to blossom into an amazing worker.

"Right then. Well, what we could do is - uh, in your unique request, is prescribe a much older version of Viagra. Viagra before Viagra. They used to give it to horses when they needed them to breed. Erectile length grows with the initial consumption of medication is close to 1.5, even 2, and the user enters a breeding frenzy; post-coitus however, penile length decreases by close to half, sometimes 3/4ths." Doctor Eren.

"What if there is no orgasm?" Is Carrie's one and only question for you.

"Well, uh, penile length shrinks after coitus or around 1 hour. Whichever comes first." The Doctor replies. Carrie waves off a question of side-effects, and as you two leave, the Doctor flags you down. Carrie leaves you two to go to the car. She pulls you into an examine room and matter-a-factly asks you to pull your pants down, and seems to notice your absorbent underwear.

"As I thought. A rare side-effect of, 'erm...." The Doctor says the following sentence with a blush. It surprises you that a Doctor who stares at mens penises blushes. "...sustained orgasm denial is leaking. You'd do good to insert these into your boxers."

You leave with a totally indiscreet case of MEN'S DEPENDS INSERTS - 100 TIMES MORE ABORSBENT THAN OUR COMEPTITORS.

If before you'd been been horny, now you were like a dog who took Viagra in heat, and then some. The first night Carrie popped a pill in your mouth, you'd felt nothing at first, but then you felt your cock swell.

And swell.

And swell.

The cage wasn't a prison anymore. It was a **** device on your dick, and here you had to survive a hour of this? Terrible, terrible, terrible. YOur only consolation was eating Carrie out like a buffet as she moaned and groaned. You were an animal, satisfying her urges, as she shoved your head into her crotch further; when she tired of that, you had your first experience of eating ass.

When the experience was over, and your rutting phase was over, you heard a slick plop onto the bed, and even the panting Carrie looked up.

The cage which had confined your seven inch penis had gone. Sure, you mighta shrunk a bit from not cumming, but here you were, maybe 2, 3 inches soft. Carrie smiled.

That was when you wore your second, tighter, hot pink cage. All together, you now were confined tightly, and Carrie seemed like she couldn't be happier. You changed the bedsheets and came back, with Carrie patting the bed next to her with a smile.

"That was fucking amazing. When I began to worry you were some perv or something, I never imagined having someone so desperately eat me out. God." She said with a chuckle. "Also, check the closet. Half the juices on the other sheets were your lil dribbles." She chuckled.

When you opened them, you realized Carrie had bought a bed pad for your, just big enough to cover your size of the Queen. You began to speak but waited until she did.

"Don't even think about it. You've been leaking so much, it's gross. If the cum isn't in me, I don't want it on my mattress; understood?" Carrie asked.

You simply nodded and slept on the incontinence pad that night. Carrie kept to her corner, and you two didn't do so much as cuddle.