As the two of us stepped into the hallway, Nurse Candee nearly bowled me over, throwing her arms around me.

I tensed up. Was this it? She’d seemed out of touch with reality before; was she now viewing me as a threat? Before I could break out my deadly self-defense skills, I realized from the breathy tenor of her voice that she was just giving me a congratulatory hug.

“Doctor, you’re a genius! Getting the patient to vocalize her own degradation was exactly the trigger that she needed in order to achieve hysterical paroxysm!”

Sure, that was my plan all along. Easy-peasy.

She continued, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.

“I knew that you would be brilliant, but to achieve such a breakthrough on your very first patient? I can’t believe it! You might have sent her condition into remission with a single visit!”

While she was in a good mood, now seemed like a good opportunity to ask her if there were going to be any other doctors that I could try and shadow.

“Candee, are we expecting anyone else to come into the clinic today?”

She thought for a moment.

“You only have two other patients on the schedule today. I had just finished prepping Exam Room 7 for your 11:00 when you walked in; she’ll be waiting for you whenever you’re ready.”

“That’s… fine, nurse. I’ll see them in a little bit. Can you tell me when the other clinic staff will be arriving today?”

She frowned, crinkling her forehead in an adorable look of confusion.

“I’m sorry doctor, I don’t know what you mean. I’m the only person who works here.”

That didn’t make any sense.

“Candee, doesn’t the clinic advertise that it’s run by someone named Candace Powers? Aren’t they going to come in?”

She giggled. “You’re looking at her! Nurse Candee Powers, at your service!”

She perked up at that last comment, flashing a brilliant smile. I was proud that I was only momentarily distracted by the way that her tits jiggled as she bounced off the floor, gave a mock salute, and resumed walking down the corridor.

I knew that she had looked familiar! I had looked up Candace Powers on social media before I came to ask for a job. Her LinkedIn had been sparse, but I had remembered her smokin’ hot profile picture. I’ve always had a knack for recalling the most important things about any woman that I met, like their pillowy lips or heartbreaker eyes. Now that I was thinking about it, Candee’s face was virtually identical to the woman in the photo.

But hang on a minute! Candace Powers had been a brunette! This woman was either some kind of shapeshifter, or she’d gotten a dye job.

I tried to broach the subject casually.

“Nurse, I remember seeing your profile picture, but I recall that you had brown hair. Did you change it at some point?”

She nodded. “Mmmm-hmmmm! I made a ton of changes to the clinic last month – switched up the staffing, shifted our patient focus, all kinds of stuff. It seemed appropriate to change my hair color to match!”

I tried to pry further.

“What kind of changes did you implement in the clinic?”

“We started focusing on traditionally underserved populations of women, people who typically might lack access to reliable health care. We primarily treat college students who might not have the funds for routine checkups, as well as self-employed people who may not carry health insurance. We’ve switched to a ‘sliding scale’ model of payment to accommodate this, as well as to account for the fact that many of our patients need to be seen more frequently.”

She continued her rapid-fire patter as we walked down the hallway.

“With the shift in patient focus, I made the decision to downsize the clinic staff since we were serving a smaller, more targeted set of people. Right now, I’m the only employee of the clinic – or I was, until you arrived, doctor.”

Okay. That was… a surprisingly coherent explanation, for a woman who had apparently lost her mind. Let’s try digging deeper.

“You mentioned focusing on ‘self-employed’ people. What kinds of jobs do those patients typically have?”

She shrugged.

“They’re concentrated in a few industries – I think a few are strippers, as well as some camgirls. The rest are mostly models. Why do you ask?”

Okay, that sounded more like the Candee I knew.

“And you made all of these changes last month, you said?”

She nodded, absentmindedly.

“I implemented these changes after I had a visit from a consultant who told m-”

She stopped walking suddenly.

“Here we are, doctor! Exam Room 7, your next patient.”

Damnit! I was on the verge of getting some interesting information out of her. Okay, I’d try and treat this next patient before I asked her any more questions about why she had turned her clinic into… whatever this was.

She pushed the door open and we stepped inside. Once inside, I was shocked at what was waiting for us. In the center of the room was a similar table to the last room, although it was one that had been modified for use in gynecological exams. At the foot of the table, a pair of padded stirrups extended outward on articulated metal arms, covered with black vinyl padding.

I had never been inside one of these OB/GYN-type rooms, so I wasn’t exactly recognizing them or anything. On the other hand, the nude woman lying on the exam table, legs suspended in the air? Her, I recognized very well.

Lying there in my exam room was Selena Notte. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. This was the woman who had been singlehandedly responsible for the resurgeance in goth hotties on social media. Her straight black hair splayed out in a fan behind her head, and I felt a string of drool threaten to drip from my hanging jaw as I stared at the amount of luminescently-pale skin on display.

Candee stepped forward, her heels clicking on the tile floor. “Good morning, Miss Notte. How are we feeling today?”

She gave us a half-hearted wave, scorn dripping from her voice. “I’m feeling the same thing I always feel. Ennui."

She glanced over at me. "Is this guy your CNA or something?”

Candee strode up to the table. “No, Mrs. Notte, this guy is your doctor and he will be responsible for supervising all of your care going forward.”

She turned her head back to me, a blank expression on her face as she looked me up and down. Her voice was deliberately monotone as she spoke.

“Oh. Yay.”

A lesser physician might have been offended by her lack of affect, but I had better knowledge of my patients than that. Selena’s entire shtick was channeling the alienated, unreactive goth girl. That, combined with her DD tits, had catapulted her to stardom on social media. Despite scouring the internet, to the best of my knowledge she had never posted nudes, keeping all of her content PG-13, despite wearing black latex that skirted the bounds of fetish wear.

I’d never hoped to see her naked, but I did my best to seem professional as I eagerly took in every inch of her. She laid on the table with no apparent modesty, staring at the ceiling tiles with total apathy. She was the exact same shade of vampire-pale all over, with the only points of “color” being her thick eyeliner and night-black lipstick.

Candee flipped over a sheet on her omnipresent clipboard and handed it to me. She strode up to the patient and starting fussing with her stirrups, reciting Selena’s medical history as I pretended to read along.

“As you can see from her chart, doctor, Miss Notte suffers from an advanced case of Orgasmi Kinetica. One of the worst I’ve seen, really. Fortunately, we have a plan to cure her.”

As she spoke, she took the straps hanging from the bottom of the stirrups and belted Selena’s thighs securely to the metal arms.

“This will be Miss Notte’s first visit. I’ve gone over the patient’s options with her already, and she’s consented to an... aggressive treatment plan. But it’s one I believe has the best chance of curing her and allowing her to live a normal life.”

Selena scoffed. “As if ‘normal’ means anything other than a setting on a washing machine.”

Candee ignored her, taking both of Selena’s arms and strapping them to padded leather cuffs affixed to the sides of the table. Her jet-black fingernails matched her hair.

“Now, Miss Notte. Will you please try to get up from the table?”

Selena made a half-hearted attempt to sit up, stopped mid-motion by the restraints. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh no. You’ve trapped me here. Whatever will I do.”

Candee slapped her forehead. “I can’t believe I almost skipped the most important part! Here you go, Miss Notte.” She held up a red rubber ballgag. “Open wide and say: Blah!”

Selena opened her mouth in a disinterested yawn before letting out a muffled yelp. Candee had forced her mouth open and shoved the entire gag in, effectively silencing the goth girl.

She wiped her fingers clean of saliva on Selena’s hair, ignoring her stifled protests. “Sorry, doctor! I knew that I was forgetting something on the patient checklist!”

I tried to take control of the situation. “Nurse, are you sure it’s really necessary to have the patient restrained like this? She certainly doesn’t seem like a threat.”

Candee’s mouth opened in a wide “O” of shock. “Oh, no, doctor, she’s not a threat at all. She’s restrained because it’s necessary for her care plan. And now that our naughty Miss Notte is right where she needs to be, we can start curing her!”

The nurse went to a drawer and pulled it open, revealing a dazzling array of sex toys. She pulled out two and turned around, displaying them to the patient.

“Your choice, Miss Notte. Which would you prefer to be used during your therapy? We have a black dildo as well as a sparkly pink vibrator. ”

Selena lifted herself up, straining with the effort of making herself heard through the gag. “Mmmpplahck iiiillldo.”

My nurse giggled and held up the vibrator. “Sparkly pink it is!”

She ignored the woman continuing to mumble through her ballgag and stepped between the patient’s outstretched legs. She held up the vibrator and switched it on with a flick of her thumb. “Today’s going to be a light session, don’t worry. I’ll go ahead and unstrap you after we’ve gotten twenty good, hard cums out of you.”

Selena’s eyes widened. “Enn-teee?” she mumbled.

My nurse nodded. “Like I said, a light session to start. Anything to add, doctor?”

I shook my head.

“Okey-dokey! Then here... we... go!”

She had been gradually lowering the vibrator with her last sentence, until it made contact with the patient’s clitoris. The effect on Selena was immediate; her entire body tensed and went rigid, straining at her bonds with all her strength.

Candee smirked. “Oh my goodness, was that one already? Miss Notte, your condition is never going to improve unless you put the work in.”

She stepped away from the table, switching off the vibrator and leaving the restrained woman to buck wildly, thrashing and pulling at her restraints with inaudible grunts of pleasure.

“As you can see, doctor, Miss Notte suffers from a very advanced form of Orgasmi Kinetica. Essentially the opposite of our last patient. She reaches orgasm easily and with very little stimulation, but has involuntary muscle movements at the moment of climax. You can imagine the problems that this might cause in her personal life! She could scratch at her partner’s back, wrinkle her sheets with her toes curling, all kinds of adverse outcomes.”

She shook her head and clicked her tongue. “Without the restraints on, she’d look like a fresh-caught flounder. There’s no hope for her to ever achieve a normal, healthy sex life until we’ve managed to cure her condition.”

I failed to see the undesireability of a goth girl who cummed her brains out at the slightest penetration. “And what would be our... goal endstate for Miss Notte?”

She spoke slowly, as if reciting from a list of rules. “Orgasms are a privilege for females, not a right. Women should maintain their decorum at all times, including at the moment of climax and avoid any forceful movements that could injure or inconvenience their owner.”

She paused, as if in thought.

“Unless their owner happens to want a irrepressible sex kitten who can’t help themselves. Then it’s fine.”

“I see. And this… treatment… is intended to achieve that for our patient?”

Candee nodded vigorously, ignoring our patient’s moans as she re-positioned the vibrator between her legs. “Oh absolutely, doctor. This treatment will help to rewrite her neuro-motor pathways. The more that she associates orgasms with being tied down and unable to move, the more that she’ll be able to remain in command of herself and avoid these kinds of… unsightly displays.”

As Candee continued to hold the vibrator against our patient’s dripping cunt, I watched as the woman flailed and writhed in orgasmic bliss. Her muffled mewling made it clear that her pleasure was overwhelming her ability to think, much less control her own body.

Despite my nurse’s explanation, I found myself doubting the efficacy of this treatment. For one thing, I couldn’t imagine anything less ‘unsightly’ than her pale flesh rippling as orgasm after orgasm rocked through her.

Candee stepped away from the patient’s legs. The vibrator continued humming as she addressed her strapped-down patient. “I’m sorry Miss Notte, but I’m not sure if I counted that last big one correctly. Was that four orgasms, or five?”

“Eh-venn! Eh-venn!”

The nurse nodded, a mock-serious look on her face. “Four it is!”

She stepped back toward the patient and pressed the vibrator back against the woman’s crotch. Selena made a sound halfway between a tea-kettle and a smoke alarm, letting out a subdued squeal as she continued to strain against the straps holding her to the table.

Despite having had several climaxes already, there was no change in how much the woman was struggling against her restraints with each successive orgasm. If anything, her struggles were getting more frantic as my nurse wrung as much pleasure out of her as possible.

Was this actually helping? I took my oath to my patients very seriously and it wasn’t like bondage was thought of as a turn-off to freaky goth women. We might be exacerbating her condition, rather than curing it.

There were times when a healer had to eschew best practices and go with his gut. And right now, my gut (and my groin) were screaming at me to take a direct hand with Selena’s treatment.

I put a hand on Candee’s shoulder. “Step aside, nurse. I’ll handle it from here.”

“But doctor, she’s barely had a quarter of her prescribed therapy!”

Time for a firm hand. Candee was competent enough, but I couldn’t have her second-guessing my medical judgment in a crisis moment like this.

“Who decides the appropriate course of treatment for each patient?”

She looked down, contrite. “You do, doctor.”

“And who is responsible for making sure that you don’t try to think for yourself with that leaky little brain of yours?”

“You are, doctor.”

“That’s right. Now get that thing cleaned off and put away” I said, gesturing to the still-buzzing vibrator in her hand. “Go and stand in the corner, I don’t need any more disruptions.”

I turned back to Selena. “Miss Notte, can you hear me?”

Her eyes were rolled back in her head, but she blearily focused on me and managed to nod.

“We’re going to try something a little different. If I untie one of your hands, do you think that you can focus on keeping just one limb still?”

All traces of aloofness were gone. The raven-haired beauty on the table nodded eagerly, desperately.

“Uh-hmmmmm!”

“Good. We’re going to try some mirror therapy. You’re going to mimic my actions exactly. That will be easier than just trying to keep yourself still.”

I put my hand on her left breast, tracing a vein with my thumb before gently palming her nipple. “When I unstrap your hand, I want you to try the same thing.”

She nodded again. If she felt uncomfortable at being fondled, she didn’t show it. Given that the alternative was Candee and her merciless vibrator, I imagined that I could get away with a lot worse than a boob-squeeze before she complained.

I unbuckled her right hand from the cuffs on the side of the table. “Go ahead and try it, Selena.”

She took her right breast in hand, clenching her fist tight around her nipple.

“We’re going to see if you can keep your hand there for one orgasm, Selena. Just one, do you understand?” I held up a single finger for her to see.

She nodded again.

“Good.” Without hesitating, I slid that same finger inside her, before crooking it in a “come-hither” motion.

(I know what you’re thinking. Just a few hours ago, hadn’t I planned on handing off any fluid-y patients to my nurse? Yet here I was, knuckle-deep in a patient whose pussy was about as moist as they got, wet with her own juices and leaking onto the black vinyl padding beneath her shapely ass. That, ladies and gentlemen, is called personal growth.)

As I started to stroke at her walls, the effect was immediate. She arched her back enough to nearly lift herself off the table, letting out a powerful (if muted) bellow of ecstasy. Her legs shook violently, her feet flexed at random, and her left arm strained at the table. But her right hand stayed locked on her boob, fingers digging into her titflesh. After less than a minute, I withdrew my finger and wiped it on her thigh.

“Did you notice that, nurse? She was never going to recover if we kept her strapped down like an animal. But when provided with some guidance, even a woman as pleasure-addled as Selena can behave herself. You can let go of your breast now, by the way.”

Her fingers gradually unclenched, leaving angry red marks against her pale skin. Apparently, she’d been squeezing a bit tighter than I realized.

Still, this was a huge improvement. I gave her other boob a quick honk, for good luck, before stepping back from the table.

Candee was still standing disconsolately in the corner, eyes downcast. I didn’t want to head to our next appointment without first taking a moment to raise her spirits. I beckoned her over.

“Good job with this patient, nurse.”

She kept her eyes lowered, avoiding my gaze. “I’m sorry that you have to deal with my incompetence, doctor.”

I shook my head. “Nonsense! Today was a team effort! Why, without you providing the negative reinforcement earlier, Miss Notte would never have mustered the willpower to keep her arm firmly grasping her nipple. Would you, Miss Notte?”

The big-titted goth managed to understand the response that I expected. She shook her head from side to side with an emphatic “Uhm-Uhm.”

“You see? Where would doctors be without nurses to help out? Why, we’d have to perform all the fiddly busy-work ourselves, and when would we have time to golf?”

She managed to grin at that. “I used to love golfing, doctor.”

I patted her shoulder paternally. “I’m sure you did, nurse. I’m sure you did.”

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After we stepped out, Candee gestured down the hall.

“I’ve scheduled in a two-hour lunch, doctor. Your office is just back there. Can I go out and get you anything?”

I patted my growling stomach. Healing the afflicted was hungry work.

“Sounds good, nurse. I saw a fast-food place right around the corner. Why don’t you grab a couple of burgers, two large fries, and a milkshake.”

I paused. People would naturally follow my example as a doctor. Should I be more judicious about making healthy choices?

“And a Diet Coke.”

I paused again.

“Plus, a salad for yourself.”

She nodded. “Coming right up, doc!”

While she was making the food run, I took a moment to inspect my new office. There were a handful of framed diplomas on both sides of an impressive mahogany desk, and an entire shelf of medical textbooks that took up an entire wall. The skeleton in the corner was sort of cool, but I wasn’t really into Halloween stuff unless it was a slutty costume party.

When Candee walked back in with my burgers, I gestured irritably around the room.

“Nurse, we’re really going to have to liven up this space a little bit. I have some neon beer ads that might make this room less of a dump, y’know?”

“Oh, absolutely, doctor!”  She gushed, wrinkling her nose as she looked around the room. “I’m ashamed of how much boring garbage I put here, back when this was still my office.”

That was an excellent opportunity to segue into asking her about how exactly her medical practice had turned into… whatever this was, now. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

“Nurse, you mentioned that this was your office, but it isn’t, not anymore at least. At what point did you decide to, uh, transfer into your current role?”

She set down the food and sat down on the chair, hands fidgeting with each other as she thought. It was odd – for the entire three hours that I had known her, Candee had seemed completely unflappable, even when dealing with medical crises. Now that she was recalling events, she seemed fearful, like she was scared of telling me.

The silence stretched on until I prodded at her to answer. “I’m waiting, nurse.”

She started talking, the words coming in a rush. “It all started about six weeks ago. I had some patients come into the clinic. It was an interesting case – a pair of twin sisters, both coming in for a fetal ultrasound.”

“The two of them were… gorgeous, really. They were in their late teens, both far along. I thought it was unusual that they had waited until the third trimester to come in, but it could have been a cultural difference. Some of the Chinese immigrant families prefer to use traditional medicine in early stages of the pregnancy and these girls were obviously East Asian.”

She took a long, shuddering, breath.

“The first unusual thing was that the two girls were dressed totally identically. My staff couldn’t even tell them apart! There were some irregularities in their intake paperwork, too. We ask for the father’s contact information, and both girls had only written a single word for each of the informational fields, all the way down the sheet. Just one word, repeated over and over again.”

Her eyes took on a distant look.

“Father’s first name? Master.

Father’s occupation? Master.

Relationship with the mother? Master.”

She waved a hand. “I thought it was a prank and told my staff not to worry about it. It’s really none of my business what people do in their personal lives. But when I went in for their ultrasound and they undressed, I saw…”

Candee trailed off, staring into space. I swallowed my last bite of burger and prompted her to continue.

“What did you see, nurse?”

Her voice came back, now with a manic edge to it. “I saw injuries consistent with non-accidental trauma! The girls had lash marks, burn marks, all over their bodies. I asked them to tell me how they happened and they told me that their injuries weren’t important, that they were happy that their owner took pleasure in hurting them.”

She started to seem hysteric. “I wasn’t being a nosy bitch, really doctor, I wasn’t! I was a mandatory reporter! I was concerned about human trafficking! I had no choice but to call the cops!”

I took a long slurp of my milkshake. “It’s okay, Candee. I’m not angry at you. What happened after you called the police?”

She seemed to calm down at my reassurance. “Nothing… at first. An investigator came by and took my statement, said that she would be in touch. Two days later, there was someone waiting for me when I came in to unlock the office.”

“Who was waiting for you?”

“It was a man. I’d never seen him before, but he told me that he was… a consultant. He informed me that the case had been closed, but that having to speak to the police had inconvenienced him. He told me that he had helped career women like me to… overhaul their businesses when they needed it. He told me that he would be helping me to understand how best to run my practice. He showed me some… plans… on his phone. They made sense. I understood that a bitch like me could never hope to run my own office, and that I was better off taking his direction from now on.”

Her eyes were glassy and she spoke in a flat monotone, as if reciting information that bored her to recall.

“He had me shut down the office for a week while he made renovations.”

I glanced around the office. The flaking drywall didn’t look like it had been redone in the past decade, and the scuffed linoleum had seen better days.

“What kind of renovations did he do?”

“He told me that a dumb little nurse like me didn’t need to know. But when I got back to the office, I saw that all our computers were replaced, along with our PA system, our air conditioning, and they even switched out the water fountains with new models.”

Odd priorities for an office makeover. Must be one of those new-fangled feng shui kinda things.

“What other recommendations did he make, nurse?”

“He reviewed a list of my patients, and told me to transfer almost all of them to another care provider. For the rest, he told me to call them in immediately, but to leave them in an exam room for a couple of hours. I expected complaints, but they all sat docilely, and didn’t complain when I told them that there had been a mistake and they should get dressed and go home.”

“After that, I expected him to start taking a more active role in managing the clinic, but he told me that he had to leave. He had urgent business elsewhere. But I was expected to treat our patients and keep the clinic running, at least until he returned.”

I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my forehead. My first instincts about this clinic might have been right after all. Whoever this guy was, he seemed like a bad person to make an enemy of. Maybe I should make my exit before he came back.

She continued droning on, oblivious to my panicked expression.

“I asked him how long he would be gone for, so that I could schedule his appointments appropriately. He said that he expected to be back in a few days, ‘depending on how many fuckable contestants there were this year,’ or something to that effect.”

Candee tensed up for a second, hunching her shoulders.

“And then I… and then I… made him mad.”

With that, she shut down completely, trailing off and fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She seemed distressed, and I didn’t want to push farther and fracture her fragile psyche. Whatever had happened between her and this guy, I could wait to find out more. That is, if I decided to keep working here at all.

I was torn. On the one hand, I really didn’t want to stick around and suffer this dude’s wrath if he came back. I’d heard about private equity vultures hollowing out doctor’s practices, but something told me that this “consultant” would take that phrase even more literally if he came back and found that I had usurped his role as the rooster of this particular henhouse.

On the other hand… could I really walk away from my lifelong dream? Sure, maybe this was an unusual path to practicing medicine, but there were patients here that needed me! Plus, Candee probably had enough trouble stuffing her impressive rack into that dress every morning, I couldn’t leave her to manage the clinic alone.

A gift like mine needed to be shared with the world, regardless of the consequences.  I squared my shoulders, wiping the burger grease from the corner of my mouth with the cuff of my white coat. “Nurse, what’s my next appointment?”

Candee immediately snapped out of her stupor and consulted a clipboard. “This is your last appointment of the day, doctor! You have a fertility consultation with Mrs. Heather Bowers. Married three years, been trying to conceive for the same length of time. Imaging and bloodwork show no abnormality, so cause of infertility is unknown.”

I felt myself grinning. Fertility consult, eh? I think that I could guess at the script for this one. It wasn’t tough to imagine how this kind of appointment would go.

“Oh doctor, my husband is too impotent and emasculated to impregnate me! Won’t you please ravish me and put a child in my fertile womb?”

After a long day spent helping other women have orgasms, maybe this was just the kind of visit that I needed to close out the day.

Candee jumped up and walked to the door.

“I’ll get her all set up in Exam Room 3, doctor. You can come in whenever you like.”

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I walked up to find my nurse speaking animatedly with a tan-skinned woman in the hallway. Candee gestured towards the door, and the woman shook her head with a scowl. I sped up my pace as I walked towards them.

The woman speaking with my nurse was short, probably no more than 5’1, but had enough spirit to hold her ground against my nurse despite Candee standing a head taller. The woman certainly had my nurse beat in another department, though. Heather boasted a pair of enormous natural tits that eclipsed anyone else I’d met today. She had managed to stuff them into a tight T-shirt, but the way that they swayed and jiggled with every gesture made it very clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

My nurse turned towards me. “Doctor! I was just speaking with Mrs. Bowers and telling her that it would be better if she went back into the examination room with her spouse.”

Heather turned away from my nurse. As she introduced herself, I was taken aback by the nasal, Brooklyn-tinged accent that came from the beautiful young woman.

“Heather Bowers, doc. Pleased to meet ya’. Sorry, but I couldn’t sit another minute in the exam room. With both of us in there, it just started getting stuffy, ya know? Felt like I needed to step into the hall for a minute, get a breath of fresh air. You don’t mind having our appointment out here, do ya? Your nurse was really talkin’ you up, said you was the best doctor on the planet when it came to dealin’ with… these sorta problems.”

I smiled reassuringly. “I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m sure I can help with whatever brought you to my clinic. I understand you’ve been having some problems conceiving?”

Heather nodded.

“You can say that again, doc. We’ve been havin’ some big fuckin’ problems, when it comes to concievin’! Not so much as a missed period in three years!”

I nodded. I could envision her answer to this next question easily. Time for me to work my magic. I leaned in, with what I hoped was a roguish eyebrow raise.

“And during those three years, has your sex life been… satisfactory?”

Heather scowled at me.

“What the hell kinda question is that, doc? For the record, our sex life has been a damn sight better than ‘satisfactory’ during our entire marriage. I’ve been getting my back blown out on a daily basis for the past three years, and our landlord has come close to evicting us because of complaints from our neighbors.”

She jerked one hand towards her chest, and her outstretched thumb sank into one of her pillowy tits as it made contact with her nipple. She beamed with pride.

“I’m a screamer.”

Shit. That wasn’t how I expected this line of questioning to go. I tried to backpedal.

“I, ah, only meant to make sure that you two had been, uh, adequately trying to conceive. No offense intended, of course.”

All my previous patients had been a little more… docile. I didn’t know what to make of the foul-mouthed woman in front of me. Whatever was special about this clinic, it didn’t seem to be working on her.

“Oh for sure, doc, we’ve been fuckin’ like crazy. We’ve done everything you can think of to get me pregnant.”

“I see,” I said, trying to interrupt. “This hallway is a little… open, would it be better for us to step into the exam room for some priv-”

She ignored me. “And, doc, when I say everything, I really mean everything but the kitchen sink. Not literally, of course, obviously we tried fuckin’ with me bent over that thing, but only once.”

She hefted her tits in both hands. “The girls ended up covered in suds, and I banged my head on the goddamn faucet like three times. Just a total shitshow all around. But yeah, we’ve metaphorically tried everything but the kitchen sink, by which I mean we’ve done just about every position and sex act imaginable.”

She started ticking off her fingers, one at a time. “I mean, we tried me on top, me on bottom, both of us on our sides. We tried fuckin’ in the shower, on the floor, bent over the sofa, bent over the dresser, in the car, on the car. We even did butt stuff a couple times, just to make sure that wouldn’t get me pregnant. You name it, we tried it.”

I felt my burgeoning erection start to wilt. There was something about fuckable women describing their sex life with men who weren’t me that was a complete turn-off.

She gestured at her belly, pulling up her shirt to reveal a toned, flat stomach. “And still no baby! I’m at my wits end, here. How can two people spend twenty hours a week bangin’ each other and still not end up pregnant?”

Her voice cracked a little, on the last word. I started to feel a little pity for her. Whatever was going on here, it was obvious that this woman wasn’t one of the… special patients that this clinic normally treated. She was, by all accounts, a normal, sane woman who was unfortunately suffering from infertility. What a shame. If anyone’s genes deserved to be captured in the next generation, it was hers. I’d see if my nurse could recommend another doctor to her.

I cleared my throat. “Mrs. Bowers, from what you’ve told me, you may be beyond the ability of this clinic to help and would benefit from more… specialized care. I’m sure Nurse Candee can provide you with a list of oth-”

“No!”

The woman took a step towards me, eyes wide.

“Please doc. There’s gotta be somethin’ that you can do.”

The façade of toughness had melted away, and the woman took both my hands in hers, eyes welling with tears.

“I can’t walk back into that room and tell my wife that we won’t ever be able to have a baby! She’ll be heartbroken! I’ve tried to be strong for her, but I just can’t do it anymore!”

Her chest heaved (and jiggled, and bounced) with wracking sobs as I stood there in a stunned silence.

“Mrs. Bowers, did you just say ‘your wife’ would be heartbroken?”

She nodded, still crying. “Yeah, my wife Amelie. She and I have always dreamed of becomin’ mothers! I just don’t know why it won’t happen for the two of us!”

Ah. Everything slotted into place.

I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Mrs. Bowers, I might be able to help you out after all. Can you answer a few quick questions for me? First, had you given any thought to which of you would end up pregnant?”

She sniffled, looking up at me. “Me, her, it didn’t matter none to us. Either of us would have been excited to carry our future child. Hell, the way we were fuckin’, I kinda expected both of us to end up pregnant.”

“Yes, I can… understand why you might think that. Did either of you try any kind of artificial insemination or other fertility-assisting methods?”

She shook her head. “No. It was important to us to conceive the natural way, you know? Like I said, we’ve fucked like rabbits for three years, I figured that would have been enough!”

“I see. And, finally, during the time that you were trying to conceive, did either of you have sex with anyone besides each other?”

She shrugged. “Why would we? I mean, we’re both bisexual, I guess. I’ll admit, I’ve fantasized enough times about the two of us getting plowed side-by-side on our marital bed, or sucking my wife’s juices off someone else’s cock, getting him hard again so he could put another load in her sopping cunt. But marriage means something to us. I wasn’t about to invite some stranger into my wife or I’s cooch.”

She paused. “Unless it was for a legitimate medical reason, obviously. Then we’d be glad to get our brains fucked out.”

I nodded. “I see. Well, Mrs. Bowers, I have some good news for you and your wife. I think I have the treatment for your fertility problem.”

The pint-sized woman wrapped me in a hug, breasts pressing against my stomach.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, doctor! I’ll go in and talk with Amelie right now, wait right here!”

She darted inside the room, then came out leading another woman by the hand, an inch or two taller than she was. The pair of them were a study in contrasts. Heather’s darker skin was flawless, almost airbrushed, while Amelie had a scattering of freckles across her pale face. Heather had the hourglass body of a porn star, compared to her wife’s more slender frame. Despite this, as they stood in front of me, I could feel the love and trust that the two women held for each other, gazing at one another with adoration in their eyes.

Heather nudged her wife first. “Howzabout that, babe? The doc says he knows how to fix me. How to fix both of us.”

Amelie tore her gaze from her wife’s face to look at me. Her emerald-green eyes were guileless and trusting. “Please, doctor. We’re willing to do whatever it takes to have a baby.”

The lesbian couple stood in front of me for a long moment, holding hands and looking up at me. I smiled at them and gestured down the hallway. “Why don’t the two of you join me in my office? I’d be happy to begin your treatment there.”