...Natural Supplement."

"We do have natural supplement's. Well, we can have them." The doctor says without a hint of coyness. You and Carrie both seem to want to say something - he doesn't let you speak. "The medical establishment in this country are always looking for ways to test new, experimental ****. If you want..." He reads off the words he already knows for dramatic flair. "...mommy milkers, as your lovely girlfriend told me, then congratulations, you've signed up to be a part of these experiments."

Carrie speaks first. "So, uhm, it's genuinely possible? Just one pill or something?" Her face is red. The scene is clearly arousing her.

"One pill? Oh no, I never said it was one pill. Alright. On the table you go. Mind helping me get his pants off?" The doctor says.

Carrie and the doctor effectively get you up on the examination table while you try to puzzle out what his rather cryptic language means. She undoes your belt, yanks your pants down, then collects the clothing with a saucy smile. The doctor departs you both for a second, promising to come back in a minute; Carrie, keeping her hand on the small of your back to keep you in a doggy style position, seems to be stripping herself. You realize her long sweatshirt and sweatpants had hidden a rather sexy nurse costume.

"Nurse Carrie, on the job!" Carrie says. Maybe you both have lost the plot. Here you were, hands and knees, stiff cock with Carrie dressed like a sexy nurse, in a Doctor's office. Maybe....

"I, along with my nurse colleagues, will ignore your present attire strictly to ensure this stays professional." The doctor says, having returned. He seems to deflate the madness inside Carrie's mind - just a bit.

"Can I help?" Carrie says, her hand forcing your face down into the padding, not letting you see what the normally dressed nurse holds on the tray. They don't look amused.

The Doctor sighs. "No, but I'll explain what they do." You realize you hadn't signed a waiver, double realizing that when he pulls a large hypodermic needle out. You didn't hate the things, but the sheer size of it made you shiver. Carrie holds your hand.

You feel more like a pill bottle and a pin cushion by the end of the 'First Trial' as the Doctor refers to it. Carrie held your hand tightly as a few substances traveled from their prick in your butt and into your body; the pills given to you make you buzzed. Very buzzed. To the point where the next shot, one in each pec (breast, you guess you may need to soon call them), don't register all that well. It's over eventually, and you're pleasantly shocked at how good you feel. You do feel like a chemical plant, churning up substances, and you hadn't really paid attention to the explanation of all the substances coursing through you, but maybe your lovely future wife had.

"Before you both go, please, please, please..." The Doctor says after dismissing everyone. "...try to minimize sexual contact with the pectoral region. Especially the nipples. To be blunt, you could fry the nerves there and make it extremely sensitive. Alongside any other unknown side effects."

Carrie answers for you, stuck in your little loop of pleasant flowing. "Right, we'll avoid...."

He sighs his usual sigh. "I can tell you won't follow that advice, which is fine. Your next appointment is on the calendar. Before you ask, no, you can't do them at home."

Carrie frowns and blows a strand of hair out of her face, and adjusts the sexy nurse cap. You speak up. "Uhm, could we do something about my butt..."

The doctor rubs his temple. "Next appointment, if you don't mind."

You and Carrie both nod and smile. The company behind what chemicals coursed through you now foot the medical bill, so checking out is easy; Carrie, still in her little piece of medical sauciness, decides to make a detour. You find yourself in a sexshop, Carrie talking with the man and woman behind the counter, you feeling a bit more with it.

"Halloween early this year?" They both question and laugh at saying the same thing without prompting.

"Funny." Carrie says. "Where are your strap-ons? My boyfriend wants to pick one out for us both." Carrie says with a smile. You both are shown hundreds of options, the wall of choices never running out. You can have a strap-on that's black, white, double-sided, small, medium large; specific races are on the menu too - Carrie seems eager for you to make a choice. Maybe you don't care all too much, or maybe you have a very specific fetish for Carrie. In the end, you choose...