The Dosage Room

This looked like another lab, screens and consoles all around the walls, but in the middle of the room was something that looked like an odd, tall box, like a futuristic phonebooth without any windows. It had a door that Tina opened, and inside was a short white metal seat that was bolted to the floor, or the bottom of the booth, which seemed to be tiled and had drainage around the edges. It reminded you of a toilet cubicle, only this had various sensors attached to the walls and ceiling. You poked your head in, wondering if this was where you were going to be trapped for the next six months, sizing up how claustrophobic it was.

“That’s not for you,” Tina said, which made you turn around and you saw that she was attaching small green pads to Wonder Woman’s exposed skin. There was one on each temple, some on her arms. One on her chest above where her heart would be. Once all the readers were properly attached, she sheepishly walked past you to stand inside the booth so that Tina could calibrate things on a nearby control panel. It wasn’t exactly cramped but the Amazon was an Amazon. “Can I close the door?” Tina asked, and Wonder Woman shook her head.

“Unnecessary, right?” the hero said.

“Whatever whatever. Stand here please,” she told you, moving you over to one side of the booth. There wasn’t much here on this side, you were basically staring at a blank metal plate. The only thing of note here was what appeared to be a circular indent of some kind, a little bigger than the circumference of a baseball, which was oddly at crotch level and-OHMYGOD

The look on your face as realisation dawned wasn’t missed by the doctor and she sighed. Knowing a question was coming she offered the explanation preemptively. “So you know that a fresh dose, straight from the source, is the most effective form of treatment. Of course you know,” she began, sighing again. “So initially, the idea was we would get the asset… that is the donor… you… and tell you the bare minimum that you needed to know: That your specimen was needed. This was the kind of thing you had signed up for. Etcetera etcetera. You would just enter the lab, come into the dosage room, prepare your specimen... then provide it directly via this receptacle,” Tina tapped onto the thick black ring at your side of the booth, which you realised was some sort of soft padding. Inside the ring an opening appeared with a whirr. A hole. Where a supposedly unseen patient was to receive your specimen on the other side.

“It’s a gloryhole booth,” you blurted, before you could stop yourself.

“A what?” you heard a from inside said booth and received a glare from Doctor McGee.

“It’s not… This was meant to be an anonymous procedure,” she said, teeth gritted. “In and out. You didn’t need to know anything. You could just go home after and and then be called in each time. We could save the patient some embarrassment and save the donor from unnecessary risk.”

You nodded. It made sense, but then what changed? “Of course Diana felt it was a little too impersonal,” Tina went on, letting her disdain on the change of plans apparent. “Which I think was just a lapse of judgement on her part, perhaps even a symptom of the illness…”

“I would rather know who was helping treat me. Know who was willing to give themselves so selflessly,” came Diana’s voice from inside the booth. You realised you were only able to hear it so clearly because the door was open. If the thing was sealed like it was supposed to be she would practically be silenced. The doctor sighed and shook her head as she continued calibrating.

“Yeah so selfless,” muttered Tina under her breath, though it was obvious she meant for you to hear this but you didn’t care. You knew thousands of men would readily line up to offer their services to help give Wonder Woman their cum. You were glad you hit the genetic jackpot and was The One. For now. You heard a whirr of smooth technology activating within the booth. “Alright, it’s ready,” Tina announced, hitting one final button then turning around to view the booth. She would be able to see Wonder Woman sitting inside and you standing on the left side. “Now, you only need to use the receptacle when you’re near ejaculation. Hit that button and it will signal to the patient inside that you’re about to… produce. Got it?”

“Got it,” you said, finding the red button that was just above chest high on this side of the booth. You were about to open your bathrobe when you looked over to the expectantly waiting metahuman biologist. “Uh… are you going to just stand there and watch?”

Realising what it looked like she blinked then appeared to trade glances with Wonder Woman in the booth.

“Oh… no I… I wasn’t meant to be here for this part no,” she stammered, turning to the the exit.”I can monitor things from the lab…”

“Well uh…no wait,” you said, managing to stop her but she was giving you a panicked, confused look. “What I mean is… you don’t have to go. I just… it’s going to be difficult to… well there’s no visual aids here,” you said, indicating to the blank panel of the booth.

“Excuse me?” she demanded, incredulous at the suggestion you weren’t actually making.

“What? No. No! That’s not what I mean, you don’t need to do anything I just… if you were here it would help... I think…” you explained. The river you were paddling against seem to be turning into white water. You hoped your scientific rolemodel would be flattered.

“Help? Visual aids? I thought you were a professional,” she said, a little calmer but still smoldering indignantly. It was… hot. Your erection was already halfway back thanks to everything you learned about this room.

“I delivered a specimen not ten minutes ago. I’m a professional, but I'm not a machine,” you retorted.

“Tina,” you heard Wonder Woman say, which was all she said. It was in support of you! There came that sigh again and the doctor marched back to where she had been standing originality, able to observe both donor and patient directly in front of her.

“I suppose it can’t be helped,” she conceded. “I knew things would be like this when I started researching the addiction. It’s part and parcel, isn’t it?” That last point seemed to be a deferral to your expertise.

“It’s just a physiological thing,” you tried. That seemed to be enough and she simply gave you a gesture to get started. You looked down at the futuristic gloryhole where you knew Wonder Woman was waiting on the other side.