Strange Happenings, Part 2

Mr. Sims held up the cup and tried to no avail to twist the top off. Nurse Shane took the cup from him and as easy as you please took the top off. Mr. Sims was understandably deeply embarrassed as I'm sure any Man would be who couldn't get the cap off a semen specimen cup and it wasn't even a child safety lid. A two year old could have removed the fucking lid people... That's how easy it was. [Clears Throat] But I digress.

As Nurse Shane returned to her desk, She noticed the same three Men who had been waiting for their consult for the last hour only they refused to make eye contact with her and they all had stupid grins on their faces as they pretended to be reading magazines, two of which were upside down.

Mr. Sims had barely been at it a minute when he'd made his rather laughable contribution. He sealed the cup and brought it to Nurse Shane who was busy but looked up to see Mr. Sims standing there. She struggled not to laugh at the speck of cum he'd managed to put in the cup and her obvious amusement at the patheticness of it all was about to send the Men still waiting into another sidesplitting laughterfest.

"Okay...," Nurse Shane said as calmly as she could before handing him a couple of forms, "Sign these at the bottom and leave them with the Nurse on your way out." Nurse Shane stepped away from her desk to take care of a few other things since they were a little short staffed at the moment and leaving Mr. Sims to fill out the last of the paperwork but a Doctor walking by saw Mr. Sims and the piece of paper with his number from earlier on it and noticed the number displayed on the wall monitor.

"This way please.," The sexy Female Doctor said tapping Sims on the shoulder.

Turning to see who it was, Gregory Sims saw a tall statuesque blonde bombshell in a short white mini-dress so tight it practically changed the definition of the word.

"Um What?," Mr. Sims asked confused and more than a bit awed by the Doctor's beauty.

"Number 17.," The Lady Doc said pointing to the numbered piece of paper still between Mr. Sims fingers.

"oh No...," Mr. Sims began but was cut off by the Doctor standing in front of him.

"Number 17 is up...," The Doctor pointed at the wall before taking Mr. Sims number and showing it to him, "And this is 17, Now get a move on."

Ironically, The Doctor took him back to Room 7 where he spent the next 20 minutes masturbating. The Doctor waited at the door listening to the groaning, grunting, and what sounded like carpentry, a bicycle pump, and furniture being destroyed coming from the other side before knocking, "How Are We Doing, Mr. Sims?" The Doctor asked through the door in a bored and apathetic tone.

There were a few more loud grunts before Mr. Sims cracked the door and peaked out to talk with the Doctor, "I've been busy if that's what you mean?" Mr. Sims stated and the bleating of a sheep could be heard from somewhere inside the room.

"Would you like a video to assist you?"

"oh Do you have Dances With Wolves?... Rocketeer?... Lady and The Tramp?"

The Doctor rolled her eyes and handed him a video marked "Major Hooters," "An Adult Movie."

Mr. Sims took the movie, Looked at it for a moment then closed the door.

Nearly an hour later, The door to Room 7 opened and the Lady Doctor was still waiting and looking at her watch. She looked up when she heard Mr. Sims clear his throat. She was a bit surprised to see him in such a disheveled state... His clothes were a mess with his coat torn and the pockets inside out, shirt buttoned crookedly, his pants on inside out and backwards. I mean how the Fuck does one even manage to do that?

Mr. Sims handed her six full specimen cups before saying in a slurred and barely coherent voice, "The Movie was very entertaining."

With a shocked expression on her face she took the full cups and said, "Follow Me."

"Do you have Spartacus?," Mr. Sims asked as he walked lazily and half-lidded behind the Doctor who said nothing in response.

When he got back to the desk, The Men from before were gone and Nurse Shane still hadn't returned from her errands and paperwork in other parts of The Fertility Wing but at her desk was a pretty little redhead named Nurse Martell. The Doctor took Mr. Sims samples for testing and then storage, leaving the nearly braindead Sims a zombie to just stumble around and almost make it to a seat for some much needed rest but before he could Nurse Martell spoke up...

"Are You Gregory Sims?"

Mr. Sims turned slowly and mumbled, "Y-Y-YEssss!" He was so weak and exhausted that he just barely managed to get the word out.

"There wasn't enough semen to test...," Nurse Martell said as she stood up dragging a sharpie back and forth across her gargantuan tits as she spoke, "So we're going to have to have another sample." Mr. Sims raised his finger and pointed at the Nurse in sheer disbelief but he said nothing he just grabbed an empty cup from the desk and headed back to good ole Room 7.

Sims had been at it for around twenty minutes when Nurse Shane returned to relieve Nurse Martell.

Nurse Martell was busy organizing the files but it was strange because between the letters H and I were several oddly marked files with labels like Kennedy ****, Amelia Earhart, Location of Jimmy Hoffa's Body, Missing Eighteen Minutes of The Watergate Tapes, Photos of Heidi Fleiss With Alot of Celebrities, Tanya Peters' Address At The Lake. Nah! I'm just messing with you. XD

"Any problems?," Nurse Shane asked.

"No Just two left in Room 7 and across the hall in Room 8. Will you be okay here?"

"Yeah, Go ahead go, I'll be fine."

Once Nurse Shane signed back into her station and made sure she was up to date on everything she decided to take a stroll down the hall and see how the last two "Customers" of the day were doing.

"Everything okay, Mr. Edwards?," She asked knocking on the door.

From inside she heard, "I could use a little help!"

"Don't worry help is on the way Mr. Edwards.," Nurse Shane assured him as the clickety-clack of her heels receded and she went back to her desk to send a page over the intercom...

"Dr. Rosenblatt! Paging Dr. Rosenblatt! Foreplay In Room 8.," Nurse Shane's voice came over the intercom and within 5 minutes a tall, dark haired woman appeared from around the corner dressed like a Dominatrix with a spiked collar on, spiked fingerless leather gloves, studded leather pushup corset and thigh high patent leather boots with bright red lipstick on, a whip in her hand, and a paddle hanging from her right hip and a cat-o'-nine tails from her left. She went into Room 8 and three seconds later the crack of a whip sounded and then Mr. Edwards could be heard screaming like he was being tortured.

Nurse Shane walked back to Room 7, knocked then not hearing anything other than some light grunting and barely audible mumbles, opened the door and walked in to find Mr. Sims just sitting in a very comfortable leather chair watching an assortment of pornography playing over three different flatscreens. He was thoroughly disheveled and his eyes were half lidded with a slight dribble of drool escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Are You alright Mr. Sims?," Nurse Shane asked the drained 43 year old who looked in her direction with a vacant and pitiable expression on his face.

"Do you need some Professional Assistance, Mr. Sims?," Nurse Shane asked with a devilish smile as she watched Mr. Sims mumble and nod slightly.

Nurse Shane took Mr. Sims gently by the arm and helped him to his feet. They exited the room and walked slowly down the hall to an exam room only a couple of feet from The Fertility Wing's front desk. Nurse Shane opened the door and helped Mr. Sims inside before closing and locking the door. The two stumbled over to an exam table which Mr. Sims leaned up against.

"Could you turn around, drop your pants and place both hands flat on the table please?" Nurse Shane asked Mr. Sims as she walked over to a small table in the corner and filled a small syringe with something from a clear unmarked bottle.

"What is that?," Mr. Sims asked wearily over his shoulder.

Nurse Shane approached the hesitant Mr. Sims with the needle and used a sterilized cotton swab to disinfect a quarter sized spot on his left buttock before answering, "Just a little something to help you relax and make this a whole lot easier."

Mr. Sims grunted as Nurse Shane plunged the needle into his ass cheek with all the finesse and tact of a dart thrower. Gregory Sims barely heard Nurse Shane when she said, "And a whole lot more fun for the both of us." Because of the incredible Euphoria that enveloped him as he felt a rush of energy like Adrenaline coursing through him making him more alert but also more apprehensive though the incredible sense of well-being he was experiencing soon left him too happy to care about what she might be getting ready to do.

Mr. Sims grunted and then moaned as his sexy Nurse gave his ass a firm squeeze then a hard smack.

"Wow!," Mr. Sims thought as he looked down and saw his cock engorging, "I've Never Been This Hard Even When I Was A Teenager!"

"Please take a deep breath for me Aaron and hold it.," Aaron heard Dr. Kelsey over the intercom in The Scanning Apparatus. Having been through this many times before Dr. Kelsey didn't have to explain the procedure. Aaron exhaled making sure to empty all of the air from his lungs then he counted to three and inhaled filling his lungs as much as he could.

"That's Good Aaron. Now Just hold it until I tell you to exhale."

"I'm So proud of you baby.," Aaron heard his Mother's excited and slightly nervous voice over the intercom.

"That's Odd!," Dr. Kelsey said as she observed the monitors.

Aaron's Mother grabbed her shoulder, "WHAT? Is Something Wrong With Aaron?"

Cyndi was almost frantic. She went from calm and hopeful to drowning in parental dread in a matter of milliseconds.

"This has never happened before!," Dr. Kelsey stated in a tone of professional curiosity.

"Whaaaa?!," Cyndi began almost manic but she didn't finish. The lights in both the telemetry and scanning room flickered, and the monitors gave disjointed or partial readings of Aaron's physical state as Aaron's vital signs began to fluctuate wildly. Now whether this was the result of a power surge, some technical malfunction, or some sudden physiological upheaval Dr. Kelsey was not sure but she was deeply concerned.

Mr. Sims jumped just a little and his cock throbbed eagerly when he heard a loud snap and looked to see Nurse Shane who had walked back over to the table and was putting on a pair of latex gloves but he looked away before he saw her removing a tube of lubricant from the table which she used to liberally coat the index and middle finger of her right hand.

"I'm going to perform a procedure on you called "Milking The Prostate," which is an anally induced ejaculation.," The Nurse said as she walked over to where Mr. Sims was... Hands flat on the exam table and leaning forward. Mr. Sims was not a terribly intelligent man even though he had received the same blessing as most engineered births but he recognized the words, "Prostate," "Ejaculation," and "Anally" which he mouthed quietly to himself.

Nurse Shane took a position behind Mr. Sims and pulling out a sliding tray she then set the specimen cup on the tray in front of Sims cock which she took a firm grip on before saying, "Now you're going to feel a strong pressure on you prostate gland from inside your rectum." Mr. Sims heard very little once she had ahold of his cock and her stimulating perfume or maybe it was just whatever it was she gave him but he was warm and tingling all over... Gregory Sims felt like he was floating.

Now what should be abundantly clear to everyone at this moment in time is that this is not going to exactly be the kind of "Help" Gregory Sims was expecting.

Mr. Sims started to speak but he never got the chance to say whatever it was he was about to say because Nurse Shane began furiously pumping his cock at the same time she pushed the index finger of her other hand deep into his ass. Mr. Sims dug his fingers into the soft leather, gritted his teeth and groaned ecstatically as he clamped down tightly on her finger.

"Shhh, It's okay. Just relax." Nurse Shane whispered in Mr. Sims ear as she pushed a little deeper. Her other hand moving at blistering speed.

"I need you to relax, Mr. Sims. This will hurt if you don't relax.," Nurse Shane stated in a husky authoritative voice as she nibbled on Gregory Sims ear.

Nurse Shane pressed her generous titflesh into Mr. Sims back as she rocked him back and forth almost as if she were slowly fucking him from behind which was essentially what she was doing after a fashion, "Breathe with me Greg.... Can I call you Greg?"

Mr. Sims nodded eagerly, "Okay now breathe.... In. and Out. In. Good... That's very good. And Out."