Let it go (Trip to the Nurses Office)

You decide against spying on them again, perhaps against your better judgement, because obsessing over Nova had lead to nothing but problems for you so far. Taking a deep breath and calming yourself, you decided to let it go and get changed yourself; walking in and out of the men's changing rooms in a timely fashion and suppressing any urges to slip into the women's changing rooms after you were done. Nope, knowing Nova it was another of her traps that you were bound to fall into if you tried.

Trusting your girlfriend, you exited the swimming pool and made towards the nurses office to get your prescription. Ever since moving here, your fertility pills had to be sent to a licensed medical practitioner - and you had to choose between the University nurse or a chemist 3 miles away on the outskirts of town - so needless to say you chose the closer option. A decision that you were now starting to regret, after all your last run in with the nurse was traumatic to say the least. Being measured and mocked by someone in a position of power over you, all the while being almost paraplegic from Nova's attempted drowning and being wholly incapable of defending yourself as she prodded and jerked your cock was perhaps an even more problematic experience than the drowning itself had been.

Rounding the corner, you nervously paced your way towards the dreaded blue door that signified the nurses office. Stopping before it, you took a deep breath before knocking thrice and awaiting your summons to enter. Upon being called, you twisted open the nob and almost reeled back at what you saw.

Standing in front of you was the Nurse you had expected to see, the sexy young woman Jessica Simmons who you had looked up on the campus staffs website - a woman standing roughly 3 inches shorter than you at 5'5 with sandy blonde hair with pink highlights; her blue-grey eyes trained mischievously on your own pair that couldn't help but be sucked into the magnetizing **** that was her DD cup breasts - that whilst smaller than Stacy's were still perky and bouncy and fun to look at. Her mischievous look must be because she knows EXACTLY where your eyes were venturing off to, but that wasn't what made you almost reel back in shock.

Standing next to her was Hina Satō, your campus therapist that you had recently cut contact with. The Japanese, 30-something year old nutcase that had recommended cuckolding! Why in the fuck was she here in this office right now?! Hina was an inch shorter than Jessica at roughly 5'4, and her chest was rather flat at an estimated B cup - which made sense given her lithe body, but despite being rather small in size and stature; you couldn't help but feel intimidated by her for some reason. There was something to her piercing black eyes and cold demeanor, like she was looking through you and what she saw was filth.

Smiling at you with that same sterilized smile she always wore around you; like she was feigning familiarity and friendliness with you for some ulterior motive. Looking between the two women, Jessica laughed.

"Jesus Alex, you look like you've seen a ghost or something!" The nurse chuckled, motioning for you to come over to them. "Come on, onto the stretcher 'big' boy." She put a lot more sarcasm on that 'big' than you cared for right now, this whole situation was starting to anger you now.

"What is she doing here." You ignored her, pointing over to Hina who simply frowned a little at the accusatory digit.

"Ms Satō? Oh that's right, she tells me that you have ceased having sessions with her. Well, as per the university policy we were discussing your predicament and came to a healthier and more natural solution than relying on medication to solve all of your problems!" Jessica said cheerfully. Not liking this direction one bit, you raised a brow at her.

"Never mind the breach in confidentiality for a moment; that's a whole separate issue - what 'solution' are you guys talking about? I'm curious." Even you could hear the venom dripping from your words, however both women seemed to be unphased by your demeanor.

"Well from our therapy sessions we uncovered that you have small penis anxiety, that and feelings of inferiority that even you admit are well founded. Well, don't you think there's a correlation between your low sperm count and these feelings of inadequacy? You seem to be going down this route of relying on chemicals to fix a problem that has an age old, tried and trusted natural solution - and that's finding a surrogate father to fertilize your partner for you!" Hina finished with a comforting voice and a gentle nod of her head, as if what she had just said wasn't complete mad house talk.

"Again with this insane talk about cuckolding! You're insane, lady!" You motioned at the therapist. "And you, you actually thought this was an appropriate topic to spring on a student? I only come here for a fucking dispensary, not some fetishistic borderline sexual harassment! Now get me my damn pills before I go and see the Dean." You almost spat in the nurses direction - your rage almost having you see red. However, Jessica's smile only broadened at your threats.

"Now now Alex" She started in a condescending tone. "Who do you think orchestrated our little intervention here?" Hearing that you felt your stomach drop a little bit. No, it couldn't be? Seeing the disillusionment dawning on your face, the nurse continued. "That's right, you signed a contract that gives us rights to certain course corrections within your day to day life - now for the sake of brevity I won't detail all of the clauses nor all of the veto rights we have on your autonomy, but I will just say that your stay here relies on meeting our expectations." The nurse finished with a smug tilt of her head, flashing those pearly whites. Was she bullshitting? You hadn't read the contract after all, idiot that you are, and so you had to assume that she knew something that you didn't here.

"Alex we only want what's best for you, you're in denial about your own physiology - in the buisness we call that dysphoria. Your version of dysphoria is very common amongst men of your size; you think yourself to be capable of adhering to the masculine standards of the other men around you; because you see them whenever you see your own body - but that vision you have of your own body is a complete mismatch to what these men you relate to actually are." Hina said in a calm and caring voice, slowly making her way over to you as you were still processing everything that was being said to you, it was just too much to be taking in all at once, you were starting to feel overwhelmed.

Then, as the therapist reached you - you felt a warm hand cup your package. You jolted at the touch, and looked down at the woman who donned a mask of compassion and care; meanwhile this same woman was fondling with your flaccid junk behind your sweatpants. You wanted to run, you shout, to back up, to even punch her! But you didn't. No, you never did anything. Instead, like always, you could only look on as if you were a passenger in your own skin.

"You're tiny, Alex" She breathed, licking her lips with that same faux compassionate stare. "Insignificant" She continued, biting her lip now; those cold black eyes still piercing into you. "And she deserves better. You know it, we both know it - and she knows it too." Feeling a single tear breach from your right eye, Nurse Jessica made her way over to you now and wiped it away with a cotton swab.

"There's no need to cry baby, some men just weren't made to be winners - but that doesn't mean that you lack worth!" In contrast to Hina's false concern - Jessica sounded genuinely compassionate as she caressed the side of your face.

"Your worth is your willingness to provide your woman with a real man." Hina added on, your dick responding to her fondling even though the words were upsetting.

"See? Your body knows the truth even if you don't want to admit it." Jessica said softly as she began to rub your chest comfortingly, her eyes transfixed on your crotch area as Hina continued to massage her hand into your expanding length.

Either woman now standing on both of your sides, rubbing you up and down with just their hands and fingers, their touch whilst unwanted and undeniably sexual **** - you couldn't help but let out a small moan as they played with you. You made no move to stop them, and instead made the active choice of allowing them to demean you. You felt so brought down by them, so low and debased, and yet their roaming hands and the gentle, almost soothing tone in their voice convinced you that this was all ok.

"You'll feel so much better when you finally accept your nature." Hina whispered into your ear as she began to stroke your cock gently through the thin fabric of your pants.

"Think about how frustrated Stacy must be, do you want that for her for the rest of her life?" It was Jessica's turn to whisper now, snaking her hand into your pants and grabbing a hold of your straining member. Feeling her warm hand grasp around your cock, you groaned loudly.

"She's an attractive woman, do you think this tiny little thing is enough for her? For any woman?" She nibbled on your earlobe, giggling as she jerked your little 4 incher back and forth. Hina had slithered down your body, removing her hands from your crotch and instead hooking both of her fingers down the lining of your jogging bottoms - pulling them down to expose your minicock to the open air, earning an uncharacteristically bemused laugh from the typically serious Asian ladies mouth.

"Very small, and they say Japanese men are tiny!" She continued laughing as Jessica carried on jerking you off.

"You're half the size of my husband~" Jessica added on with mischevious grin that you could practically feel radiating off to the side of you. All of this stimulation and this teasing was starting to get to you - you could feel your loins churning what little load was in there, and just as you were about to spurt - Jessica stopped.

Looking at her and almost whining in disbelief, you waited for her to finish you off. Realizing from the smug and satisfied look she was giving you that this wasn't gonna happen - you instead made to reach for you own cock to do the job yourself - however your hands were swatted away.

"Uh uh uh~" Jessica said in an almost sing-song voice. "No getting my nice and clean floor messy with your waste product~" As if to finalize her point, Hina pulled your pants up for you - leaving you painfully throbbing against the cloth confines.

"If you want to be rewarded, you have to put the work in Alex. If you want your reward then make an effort, boys like you can't just coast on your physical attributes - you don't have the means to live like that, instead you need to make a start on really considering the things we've talked about here today. Your dysphoria is immense, and your journey is going to be a long one - but you owe it to yourself and to Stacy to take the first steps, the rest is up to you Alex." Hina smiled back with that sterilized smile, a nefarious glint in her eye all the while.

"Here's your prescription, I slipped my phone number into the dosage instructions if you want to progress this line of treatment further." Jessica handed you a brown paper bag with your fertility medication inside. "Today we've chosen to be a little more lenient with you; you have the good will of the Dean, myself and Hina here to thank for that - but our good will has limitations, and we expect that you better adhere to the commitments you signed off on from this day forth."

Turning around in a haze, you exited the room still painfully erect - not knowing what to say or even do you just shuffled your way through the halls like a zombie, not caring who saw you sporting a boner, and made your way out of the campus and back to your apartment somehow. Opening the door the first thing you heard was the shower faucet running - stopping in your tracks and waking you up out of your daze you listened in. You don't know why, but you knew something was wrong here - for a while all you heard was running water hitting the plastic flooring, but then; ever so faintly you heard a feminine moan and a squeaking of tiles against skin.

Had Stacy come back with Nova?! Gods no, your heart raced as you rushed towards the bathroom door.