Omega Treatment (closed)

[saedo]

"Thanks Professor Trask." The young man rose from my guest chair and opened my office door. As soon as he stepped through, a young blonde poked her head inside.

"Hello. . ., " I began, then glanced down at the sign-up sheet. ". . . Karen Roberts. Hello, Karen. Come on in."

I suppose a better professor might know all his students by name. But with two intro lectures, I had over a hundred different undergrads. Unless they did something to stand out, I couldn't keep a name associated with a face for all of them.

Still, I was slightly surprised I didn't remember Miss Roberts. While it is perhaps slightly inappropriate for a professor to take note of the prettiest of his coeds - particularly when they're nearly half his age - I cannot deny my male instinct. The pretty blonde with the soft curves before me should ordinarily have been high on my mental list of attractive undergrads. She must sit near the back where I'd never noticed.

Karen started in with a question about the latest assignment. She was the last student signed up for my office hours today, so I'd been one of about a dozen to attend my office hours this week

Then the smell hit me. She was wearing perfume, but underneath it was a familiar musk. I knew almost immediately that she was an Omega in heat.

I'd actually suspected for almost a week days that I'd had an Omega in my Intro to Physics class. I'd caught whiffs of the familiar pheromones in the air a couple times. But since Intro is a class of several dozen students taught in a big lecture hall and since the human nose isn't that sensitive, there was no way I could pinpoint the source without wandering the aisles sniffing like a dog. That's no the kind of behavior that behooves one to the tenure committee.

I hadn't thought much of it initially. As an Alpha, you get used to encountering the occasional whiff. And if you are a registered Alpha as most of us are, you have been trained in how to control your instinctive reaction. After all, in this modern age, you're probably only smelling an Omega who will soon be visiting a women's clinic to have her condition treated. There's no need for a civilized Alpha to let his libido get all riled up over nothing.

But the scent wafting over the desk was not the faint hint of an Omega just beginning her cycle. This scent had some weight to it - a rich cornucopia of sweet and spice. Likewise, the visual signs also suggested prolonged exposure. The rosy blush on Karen's cheeks was entirely natural. Her outfit suggested someone who knew how to dress themselves, but her top was clearly too snug for her bust size. My office was room temperature, but her nipples stood out like it was frigid. She also kept unconsciously shifting her thighs as she sat in the chair opposite me - a likely indicator of her heightened arousal. Yes, she was definitely well into Stage 3.

Being Stage 3 was not in of itself dangerous and some Omegas purposefully let their heat extend into purely for the pleasure and long term effects of it. However, Stage 3's duration is short relative to the earlier stages and must therefore be closely monitored. Once an Omega enters Stage 4, her condition can shift from unpleasant to life-threatening within mere hours.

I sighed. I didn't like being intrusive like this, but I couldn't in good conscience take no interest in one of my students. Perhaps Karen knew what she was doing. But I'd met enough Omegas to know that common sense was hardly endemic. Moreover, even the brightest among them could lose focus while on such a prolonged endorphine high.

"Uh, Karen," I interrupted. "Before we deal with the assignment, I need to ask you a personal question. Are you seeking treatment for your, uh, 'condition' soon? It's pretty clear to me that you're in Omega Stage 3, so you're cutting it pretty close, so I just want to make sure you're being careful."

Her lack of immediate response really bothered me. "Uh, Karen, you are aware that you're an Omega, right?"

 

[pj38]

"Karen, you absolutely CANNOT wear that!"

Karen thought her roommate Jen was being a little possessive. "I'll be ok. I mean, it's not every day you feel comfortable wearing a top like this."

In fact, Karen was having one of those moods again, just like the time when she bought the top. She felt this insatiable craving for attention, but she also could understand the risks, the vulnerability.

"I'll be careful. I can come back and change if I need to." Then, seeing the worried look on Jen's face, she added, "Thanks, Jen. I do appreciate you looking out for me."

The top was a stretchy, sapphire-blue fabric that fit tight over her bosom. Standing in front of the mirror, she saw the clear outline of her nipple in the fabric, looked over at Jen, and then pulled the flap of the overshirt to cover it.

With that Karen gave herself a clever smile, then felt the sober afterthought. She was actually not in complete control of herself. She would enjoy this phase, the way she felt so attractive and all. Then at some point it would get very scary and she'd go back home. She'd lock herself in her room, fighting the instinct to go out and put herself in danger.

For now, however, she was still under the spell of a kind of manic confidence. The day passed pleasantly enough. Then at 2:30 she made her way to the physics building to meet with Professor Trask.

She sat down in the chair in front of his desk. "Yes, I'm a little confused by this problem on Maxwell's equations. I'm not getting the same answer and wonder if you could see where things went wrong."

As Karen rambled on about Maxwell's equations, she could sense the strange effect Professor Trask was having on her. She squirmed in her chair and bit her lip. She'd go back to the dorm as soon as she finished here, she thought.

"It's this third step, here, I don't understand how the charge density works." She looked up from the paper at her professor. In class, she had not realized how hot he looked. Then she spotted the ring and wondered if he had ever had sex with students. Karen leaned back, sliding back one side of her overshirt to expose the outlined nipple.

Noticing this, Professor Trask sat up and changed the subject, asking about her "condition." Karen gave him a perplexed look, and after a pause he asked with some alarm, "You are aware that you're an Omega, right?"

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

 

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I pinched the bridge of my nose. While the Alpha in me inherently adored an Omega in heat, the adult in me often found them exasperating. Their reputation for being "too dumb to live" is vastly exaggerated, but it has some basis in fact.

"C'mon, Miss Roberts," I sighed. "You must surely recall the subclasses of human sexuality: Alpha, Beta, Omega."

Betas made up the vast majority of the population, so all the common tropes of human sexuality naturally revolved around them. The existence of alternate subclasses had generally been dismissed as just outliers on the standard Beta spectrum. However, an upswing in the number of Omegas during the latter half of the twentieth century prompted more rigorous scientific study that confirmed that Alphas and Omegas were in fact real.

Karen's face did not light up with immediate comprehension, though. I cringed inwardly. Beta culture hadn't broadly embraced these alternative sexualities. The topic was sufficiently taboo that it remained one of those facts that was directly acknowledged only when necessary.

"It was covered in sex ed class when you were younger," I prompted. Every kid has to take it."

Of course, if it was anything like the sex ed class I had when I was 10, I probably shouldn't fault her much if vague awareness of the terminology was all she retained. Mine had involved all of the boys in my grade watching a film that was probably made 20 years earlier. The film covered the various aspects of puberty and human reproduction, including a couple minutes on the distinctions between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Since preteen boys are by definition immature, I remember that most of the material - particularly the somewhat vague drawings of naked male and female genitalia - was greeted with lots of juvenile snickering. The film was probably enough to make you aware of sex and the various subclasses, but only in the sense that most of us are aware of the Pythagorean theorem - we know it exists, but couldn't explain how it works.

 

[pj38]

Karen thought it odd that Professor Trask would bring up sex at a time like this. Perhaps he was coming on to her. Older guys were wierd like that, and on the whole she thought it was kinda creepy. But Professor Trask was soooo hot.

"Well, yea, we had all that stuff. But we never knew any of those people, at least I didn't. I mean, everybody's horny, right? Doesn't matter if they have names for it."

She leaned forward over the desk as she said that. As she did, Professor Trask pushed his chair back and turned away from her. "He totally is into me," she thought to herself, "scared to death, that means attraction."

Being with Professor Trask made Karen feel safe with her urges. She leaned back in her chair, noticing him relax. She reached her hand up to toy with her hair, then she slid it down her neck, over her breasts, and onto her belly. Seeing Professor Trask scowl sternly, she sat up, sobered.

"Ok. No I don't know what you mean. Are you saying I'm one of those people?"

 

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"Well, yea, we had all that stuff. But we never knew any of those people, at least I didn't. I mean, everybody's horny, right? Doesn't matter if they have names for it."

Karen's behavior as she responded confirmed that she was deep in the thrall of estrus. She was likely only partially aware of just how provocative her actions were. The way she kept licking her lips, the slight arch in her back thrusting her breasts into greater prominence, even the coquettish tilt of her head - all of it was instinctively driven to attract a mate.

It was unquestionably effective. Karen had always been an attractive young woman, but right now she radiated sexuality in a manner many a Hollywood actress could only dream of. I could feel warmth building between my thighs.

Still, being a registered Alpha carried with it certain responsibilities. In the old days, an Alpha in my position would already have slammed Karen to the ground and fucked her brains out. But in an age fingerprints and DNA testing, one couldn't expect such actions to go unnoticed by the authorities. Registration with the government provided various legal privileges that insulated me from the modern-day consequences of sex with an Omega (such as zero financial responsibility for any resulting offspring), but I'd also endured considerable mandatory training to help me rein in my libido. Much as my lust urged me to fuck Karen, my training held me back.

Karen at last yielded when her sexpot behavior didn't produce the favorable male reaction her body hoped for. "Ok. No I don't know what you mean. Are you saying I'm one of those people?"

I sighed. "Yes. Yes, I am. You are indeed an Omega. Given your age and inexperience, this is probably your first cycle. Think back over the last week or so. You probably dismissed the earliest signs, but an experienced Omega would instinctively note the subtle shifts in her body chemistry.

"However, you probably noted a strong upswing in your libido. You've been more in the mood. You feel more attractive and are more flirtatious with others. You have found yourself thinking or dreaming about sex more than usual. You have likely masturbated and/or engaged in sex more frequently than is typical for you; at the very least, you find yourself tempted to do. Any orgasms have been more intense and satisfying than normal.

I inclined my head towards Karen's body "More recently, you noticed physical changes. Your clothes no longer fit properly. If you actually measured, you discovered it wasn't your imagination. Your breasts are larger, but your waist is thinner. You're also several pounds lighter than your normal weight. You likely feel slightly warm even when you haven't been exerting yourself."

"And though you can't detect it," I continued, "you're also giving off certain pheromones. The female nose can't detect them and a male Beta would only be vaguely aware of it, but as an Alpha, it might as well be a flashing neon sign. You are an Omega in heat, Karen."

I leaned across the desk. "Have you spoken to a doctor about this or been to a clinic? Your sex ed class probably glossed over it, but your condition requires treatment. And soon, Karen. If you let this go, you could become gravely ill - even die. You need to deal with this right away."

 

[pj38]

Karen listened intently to all that Professor Trask told her.

"Well, yea, I have noticed what you are describing. But...I mean...I've kinda enjoyed it. It does get scary sometimes. When that happens I go home and lock myself inside. But I don't see how I can die from being horny?"

Karen was feeling more and more aroused. Below the edge of the desk, her hand was in her lap, now pressing into the fabric of her skirt seeking contact with ther clit. She could tell she felt different being this close to an Alpha. Why didn't he just lock the door and take her right there on the desk?

"Supposing I did get treatment, where would I go? How would I get there? I guess I see it's kinda urgent."

 

[saedo]

But I don't see how I can die from being horny?"

I leaned back in my chair and frowned. It was tempting to chalk her ignorance up to being an Omega. Their kind seemed naturally inclined to a certain cluelessness.

But in this regard, it probably wasn't as much her fault. Betas didn't like talking about this stuff. They gave out the basics of "You might be an Omega if . . . " so that young girls like Karen could self-identify their condition. Beyond that, the onus was on the Omega to seek out further information.

"You're in estrus," I explained. "Your body is instinctively wants to mate, hence your heightened libido. Since you haven't done that, your body begins to change in order to attract a male. That's why your secondary sexual characteristics are amplified."

"But these changes stress your system. Your body temperature rises, you burn more calories, you dehydrate more quickly, etc. That's fine for awhile, but your body can't take it forever. Eventually your metabolism destabilizes and your system starts to shut down. That can permanent damage to your organs - possibly even death."

"Supposing I did get treatment, where would I go?"

"Any of the state run women's clinics," I replied. "Officially they provide general care for female health issues, but unofficially they provide treatment for Omegas in heat. All of them have artificial tools and the larger ones often have an on-duty Alpha just in case. Just tell the nurse what your situation is and they'll see to you.".

I glanced at the calendar. "But you should go now. Based on what you have told me, you're probably pretty close to Stage 4 if not already in it. Stage 5 is where everything goes off the rails, so you need to stop this in your tracks as soon as possible."

 

[pj38]

Karen scowled. If mating would keep her alive, she'd prefer that to treatment. But she'd given Professor Trask her best shot, and he would have nothing to do with that. She was a little scared by what he had told her. There was a clinic just off the campus on 4th St. She could get there in ten minutes if she walked fast.

"Ok, I guess I'll take your advice. I don't see any good alternative. And from what you say, I should just go now. Thanks, Professor Trask."

Karen gathered her things and left the offices. On the walk, she continued to attract catcalls and leering. She was tempted to respond, but the sober lecture has given her mind a sense of focus.

In a few minutes she was at the clinic. She walked up to the desk to check in, and the receptionist greeted her. Then Karen told them what was going on.

"Uh...I've been advised that I am an Omega in Stage-3 estrus. I guess it's kinda urgent, from what I've been told. Can you help me?"

 

[saedo]

Debra entered Exam Room 3 after a brief knock. Her brown eyes swept over the pretty blonde perched at the end of the exam table before returning to the chart in her hands. " Karen, is it? I'm Nurse Debra," she announced.

Debra paused to give Karen time to stare. The new ones always stared. Though hovering just barely above 5' in her sensible sneakers, her bustline would have looked oversized on a woman half again her size. Her crisp white uniform bulged outward several inches before at last narrowing to her wasp-like waist. The patients all instinctively gawked at the incredible bosom on the pretty Asian nurse.

Of course, it wasn't entirely within their control. Debra had worked with enough Omegas to know that during estrus, their libidos were hard to rein in. Most were instinctively drawn to men - a rather shocking discovery for those that were normally lesbians - but seeing an attractive member of any sex was enough to kick their lust into higher gear.

"Intake form says this is your first visit to our clinic," Debra continued, getting back to business. "You also indicated that you think you might be an Omega in estrus. First time, right? Okay, take off your clothes and let me examine you."

Debra didn't doubt the self-diagnosis. If you knew what you were looking for, you could smell the pheromones of an Omega in heat. An Alpha could instinctively do it over great distances, but in a closed exam room, even her Beta nose could recognize the faint floral hint. This girl was definitely in the thick of heat.

"How long ago did you first start noticing symptoms?" Debra inquired as the blonde started to strip.

 

[pj38]

Karen squirmed, pressing and rubbing her legs together at the sight of the plump breasts. She drew her hand across her mouth and down her neck, letting out a deep breath.

"Well I don't know much about this, but it seems like there might have been mild episodes a couple of times before. But this is definitely worse."

She slipped her shoes off of her bare feet, then she removed the overshirt. Her swollen nipples pressed into the stretchy blue fabric. She pulled the top up over her head, and her breasts flopped down as they were freed from it. She drew her hands to her breasts, squeezing gently.

"God they're so sensitive. This is really weird, I've never felt this aroused. And just like it came from out of nowhere. I definitely noticed it this morning, but maybe I could feel it coming even yesterday."

Then she undid the clasp on her skirt and slipped it down. There was a tell-tale wet spot on her panties from the leaking fluids.

"Look at that," she touched the wet spot. Then she slid her panties down. Her labia glistened with lubrication, swollen and red from arousal. Karen touched them, purportedly to show them to the nurse. But instinctively her fingers slid inside, her eyes closed, and she moaned with pleasure.

Realizing she'd lost control, she opened her eyes and look helplessly at the nurse, her fingers still inside her.

"What's happening to me?" she cried.

 

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"What's happening to me?"

When Debra first started working at the clinic, watching a patient masturbate in front of her had made her distinctly uncomfortable. Now it was just part of the routine.

"Hush, hush," Debra whispered in a soothing tone. "Your libido just needs a release. Don't try to fight it. Touch yourself until you climax."

Debra stepped in behind the naked blonde. "Just relax and let me help," the nurse advised. Her hands reached from behind and cupped Karen's breasts. "Easy, easy, this is all perfectly normal. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

The newbies always found their inhibitions clashing with their instinct, but Debra knew it wouldn't last. An Omega in heat was so inherently desperate for sexual contact that they couldn't resist for long. Any sense of embarrassment would be overridden by her body's need for orgasm.

Debra waited for Karen to climax. The sexual release would provide only a temporary respite from the Omega cravings, but at least the girl would be able to focus on something other than sex for a short time. Trying to explain medical terminology to an Omega in need of an orgasm was like trying to herd cats.

"C'mon, Karen. Cum for me. Just let it out," Debra encouraged.

 

[pj38]

Finally, Karen thought, someone said something that made sense to her. She let out a long sigh of relief as Debra stood behind her, cupping her breast.

The whole thing took no more than a minute. She drew in deep breaths, arching upward as her body tensed. Her hand was drenched with fluids, her fingers sloshing as they worked the folds of her labia.

When she felt herself nearing her peak, she threw her head back onto Debra's shoulder. Then she turned her head, looking into the nurse's eyes, her mouth hanging helplessly open, and pressed hard onto her clit.

"Ahhhhhh....."

She shook and jerked and felt her skin flush. The nurse smiled calmly, still holding her steady so she wouldn't hurt herself.

As her passion subsided, her head still rested against the nurse's shoulder. Karen noticed that it felt good there, that she enjoyed the softness and sweet aroma of Debra's skin. She nuzzled against her, her cheek pressing into Debra's chin. Then she turned her head so that her face pressed onto Debra.

Something about this seemed wrong, but she felt powerless to stop. As her lips grazed Debra's chin. Then she drew back, looking into Debra's eyes. Karen knew she wanted to kiss Debra, but it seemed so wrong. Surely it was against clinic policy? Surely the nurse wouldn't allow it?

 

[saedo]

As expected, the patient didn't take long to reach orgasm once she stopped fighting it. Debra leaned back so that the blonde rested against the nurse's massive bosom as she shuddered through her climax. Afterwards, she stroked the girl's hair while waiting for Karen to recover.

Debra smiled softly after Karen kissed her chin. In the girl's libidinous condition, she knew not to read to much into the gesture; an Omega in heat tended to have strong bisexual urges, regardless of their normal sexual preferences. Still, it was sweet.

Debra eased Karen into an upright sitting position and then stepped in front of her. The blonde's face was flushed, but the glassy haze to her eyes had cleared. "Feeling better, yes? Releasing that sexual energy you built should lessen your symptoms for a bit. But it's only temporary," Debra continued, "so I need you to listen closely while you're still able to focus."

Debra made sure Karen looked her in the eye. "You're pretty far along, so I don't really have time to explain in detail what's happening to you. I need you just to trust me when I say that you are an Omega in heat, that this condition is serious, and that you need immediate treatment before your condition worsens. Okay?"

"Now you have two treatment options: natural and artificial. Natural means you're treated by a live Alpha. Artificial means we use a machine designed to simulate an Alpha. Since you are a novice, I recommend artificial. I'm familiar with both, so I will admit that the machine doesn't offer quite the intensity. That said, taking it from an Alpha can also be painful and scary, plus you also have to deal with potential pregnancy.

"Also, the Alpha we have on staff is currently with another patient, so unless you know another one, you'll have to wait at least an hour. However, I can get you on a machine in less than 20 minutes." Debra paused, then added. "I'd rather not wait given your condition. Normally we could keep the machine as a backup plan while you wait for an Alpha to become available. But you might slip into the next phase in the next few hours, at which point the machine is no longer an option. If that happens, only an Alpha will do; if we can't find one in time, you will not survive."

Debra gripped Karen by the shoulders. "I know this a lot to throw at you, but you have to make these decisions; we can't proceed without your affirmative consent to a course of treatment. So I need you to make a choice now while you still have time. Any questions? "

 

[pj38]

As the nurse spoke, Karen covered her mouth with her hand. She was embarrassed about what she'd done, though she guessed the nurse had seen that and worse. And she was growing more aware that her life was changing quickly. This was something that would happen to her regularly. All of these feelings would soon become routine for her.

"I mean...yea...whatever you recommend, I guess it needs to happen. I guess the machine is ok."

The word "machine" sounded horrible to her. What on earth might it look like? What would it do to her?

"I mean...I don't know any Alpha guys, at least I don't think so...so, yeah, it will have to be artificial."

The nurse reached for a cloth bag and handed it to Karen to put her clothes in. Then she took a robe off the shelf to cover herself with. There was a rear door in the room, and she told Karen to follow her into the treatment room.

"There is this professor, Professor Trask, the one who sent me over her. He's an Alpha, but he didn't want to have sex with me. He sent me over here. I think he was afraid of getting in trouble, something about registration."

Karen didn't think that was pertinent to her circumstance, she just felt the need to tell the nurse all she knew. She folded her clothes and stuffed them into the sack. Then she draped the robe over her shoulders. As her hands brushed over her nipples she instinctively grasped breast, squeezing gently.

"Really, if you recommend the machine, that's fine."

 

[saedo]

Debra gathered Karen's clothes. Despite her fondness for rock hard Alphas, the dark-haired nurse couldn't resist a smiling appraisal of the young blonde's body. Omegas at this stage were inherently appealing, but the young girl's bountiful curves were particularly enticing.

Debra put Karen's clothes aside and opened a drawer. "Let's see. . . this appears to be about your size." She withdrew a folded piece of white cloth. Once draped freely, it was revealed to be a barely-there piece of lingerie. "Put this on."

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Debra smiled knowingly at Karen's reaction as the young girl gingerly took the garment. "It might seem silly, but we've actually found that patients find treatment more enjoyable this way. Being totally naked can make a patient feel exposed and uncomfortable, but a standard hospital gown isn't very pretty. Something like this is both practical and aesthetic."

Debra led the patient into the connecting treatment room. The room was lit more softly, with recessed lighting that provided a much less clinical atmosphere than the exam room. The temperature was also noticeably warmer, so the patient's near-undress didn't feel chilly.

Much of the floor was covered in thick, padded mats that gave slightly with each step. Near the center of the room was a strange device rising from the floor a few feet; covered in a dark, smooth material, it looked vaguely like a saddle.

"That's the machine," Debra explained. "I need to get it prepped before you can use it." She winked mischievously. "Of course, so do you. Follow me."

Debra stepped to a low table set near a pile of pillows. On a metal tray lined with a a dark cloth rested a dozen dildoes, each a translucent purple in color. They were arranged in a row by size; the smallest was just a few inches long and as slender as a finger and was dwarfed by the thick shaft at the other end.

Debra picked up one of the smaller ones. "Don't worry. Everything in here has been sterilized and inspected beforehand, so it's all perfectly clean and safe." She wiggled the 4' dildo to demonstrate its flexibility. "They use a special polymer that feels remarkably like real flesh. It's a bit squishier than a real penis, so they're all very comfortable."

Debra replaced the dildo on the tray. "While I get the machine ready, pick a size that you find comfortable and masturbate with it. Feel free to try multiple ones till you find one you like."

Debra turned to the device at the center of the room. She knelt down on the floor to access the hardware. Opening a side panel, she began fiddling with various adjustments. Behind her, she heard Karen mumbling somewhat nervously as she perused the tray.

"I mean...yea...whatever you recommend, I guess it needs to happen. . . . I mean...I don't know any Alpha guys, at least I don't think so...so, yeah, it will have to be artificial. . . .

"I mean, there is this professor - Professor Trask, the one who sent me over here. . . . I think he's an Alpha, but he sent me over here. I think he was afraid of getting in trouble or something. . . . "

Debra gasped and spun around. "What did you just say?!" she blurted, her eyes wide. Recognizing the sudden alarm in her reaction, she forced herself to take a deep breath. "Karen, did you just say you know an Alpha named 'Trask'? As in Jacob Trask?" The dark-haired nurse resisted the urge to quiver. Surely she'd misheard. Surely it couldn't be the infamous Alpha himself.

 

[pj38]

Karen picked up middle-size dildo and felt it's soft texture in her fingers while Debra worked on the machine. She had never used one before and was surprised how real it felt. She had some regret though in not getting a real guy, it just seemed like a waste to her to use a toy. But she trusted Debra and knew her condition was serious. She touched it to her face and let her lips run over it. Then she reached down and slid it inside her vagina.

"Mmmmmm..." she moaned as she felt the undulating ridges. After a few strokes, it occurred to her to see what a bigger one felt like. When she inserted the bigger one, she could feel the stretching and shifting inside. Definitely bigger than any penis she'd had inside.

"Yea I think that's him," she replied as Debra asked about Professor Trask. The bigger dildo felt really good. Karen moaned and gasped as she worked it in and out of her hole. She worried a bit about that size with the machine. Would it hurt after a while?

"I mean, I don't really know him, he's just my professor." She put the big one back and began using the medium-size one again. A little tame, she thought, but with the machine maybe this would be better. "I just went in today to ask about this assignment we have, and he brought up this condition, you know, estrus. What's he so famous for?"

Maybe they'd let her change sizes after the treatment started, she thought. She was about to ask, but decided she didn't want to complicate things. She figured she'd be coming back again and there would be time later to experiment.

 

[saedo]

Debra turned to face Karen. The blonde had propped herself up on some pillows in a semi-reclined position. Her thighs spread, Karen was currently stroking one of the dildoes into her damp pussy. "Mmmmmm..." she purred.

Debra rolled her eyes. A masturbating Omega probably wouldn't notice if the building was on fire. "Karen, is your professor's name Jacob Trask?" she asked more insistently.

Karen looked up at Debra. ""Yea I think that's him," she murmured before turning her attention back to the dildo. Wet as she was, the purple shaft slid into her with apparent ease.

Debra felt her own vaginal walls moisten at the idea. Part of her job duties included occasional sex with the staff Alphas. If the clinic didn't get many patients and an Alpha needed to be exercised, one of the nurses had to tend to it. Of course, the type of woman who wanted to work with Alphas typically regarded this no so much a duty, but rather a perk. But there were Alphas and then there were the rumors about Jacob Trask. . . .

Karen paused with her stroking to trade one dildo for another. "I mean, I don't really know him, he's just my professor. What's he so famous for?" A fresh dildo slipped between her swollen labia and the squishy sounds of masturbation resumed.

Ye gods, how to explain this to such a novice? Debra forced herself to attend to her tasks. If she let her imagination run wild, she'd soon need to use one of those dildoes, too.

"Well, he's not like movie star famous," Debra amended. "Most Alphas don't like to call too much attention to themselves; a lot of people aren't too fond of them. But among people who know Alphas - people like me - he's got quite a reputation."

Debra cursed slightly as the fluid valve stuck; probably need to get Maintenance to replace the washer. "See, your estrus condition is essentially a mating instinct gone haywire. Most women feel some urge to reproduce and are instinctively attracted to superior mates. As you know, Alphas have many superior qualities pertaining to sex: size, stamina, potency, and so forth. Omegas probably started out just being predisposed to favor such qualities, but at some point it got so hardwired that your mating instinct during estrus can't shut down unless you mate with an Alpha."

"Anywise, I've heard tales that there are particularly rare kind of Alphas in which those qualities are even greater than usual. Sort of a 'super Alpha' I suppose." Debra licked her lips at the idea. "Jacob Trask is rumored to be one."

Debra looked back to Karen. Meeting Trask would ordinarily be out of the question. She could lose her job for accessing the Alpha Registry for personal use. But if she knew someone he knew . . . maybe, just maybe?

But that would have to wait. Time to deal with Karen's condition. Debra closed the settings panel and beckoned to her patient. "Come over here and I'll walk you through how this machine works."

 

[pj38]

"Wow, I had no idea." She thought back to the afternoon meeting with Professor Trask.

"I mean, at first, I didn't really want to come over here. I didn't see why we couldn't just close the door and do it. I was definitely aroused being around him, but I didn't realize the reason. It must have been at least a little tempting for him. He must have a lot of self control."

Karen had stopped moving the dildo and was just hold onto it as she spoke. She followed Debra over to where the machine was set up. "So what dO I do?"

 

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"I was definitely aroused being around him, but I didn't realize the reason."

Debra shook her head. "Most likely that's just your estrus. In your condition, anyone you find attractive - male or female - would have a heightened lust response. Of course, Alphas are usually pretty easy on the eyes.

"It must have been at least a little tempting for him," Karen continued. He must have a lot of self control."

"True, " Debra replied. "When you're in heat, you give off a pheromone that signals you're ready to mate. Betas can sort of detect it at close range, but Alphas can detect it at sizable distances and it's really effective on them up close. But all the Alphas you're likely to meet are Registered, which means they've undergone mandatory training on impulse control. They're not going to hunt you down and attack you like a pack of wolves."

Debra guided over to the machine in the center of the room. "This is the Alpha Simulator, but everyone pretty much calls it The Machine. That saddle part there is where you straddle it. There are handgrips there, there, there, and there and the whole thing can tilt forward and back 20 degrees, so you can ride it leaning forward or back - whatever you find most comfortable."

The nurse pointed to what appeared to be a very short, very thick dildo head mounted in the center of the saddle. "Obviously that simulates the Alpha penis, so you'll mount that. I know it looks a bit much, but it's actually more slender than the real thing. Also, it's made from the same squishy material as those other dildoes, so has a bit more give than a real cock. You'll definitely get a good stretching, but it won't be quite as sore the next day."

"Of course, it wouldn't be much of a simulation if the fake penis was only that long. That's just the start position." Debra held up a remote control with multiple settings and buttons. A brief whir sounded and the dildo head rose into the air as the shaft extended further from the base. Debra flicked another switch and the dildo began to retreat and extend in a rhythmic motion. "That's the simulated thrusting mode. The saddle also rocks a bit when you do this, so it feels remarkably like an actual male partner."

"The machine also simulates ejaculation, too; once you're ready, it'll pump a fluid into you that feels a bit like warm syrup. It's fake, so you can't get pregnant, but that plus the deep penetration tricks your body into thinking you just had sex with an Alpha and ends your estrus cycle." Debra hit another switch and the machine hum dimmed as the dildo retracted into the base. "I'd demonstrate it, but that'd be really messy."

Debra turned to her patient. " Any questions? If not, we can get started."

 

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Karen swung her leg over the saddle and lowered herself, avoiding the dildo for now. She tried various options for the knees and hands.

“Can you tilt it back?” The nurse turned a lever and the saddle tilted backward.

“No I guess forward is better,” Karen said. “But I won’t know for sure until later.”

Karen got the idea this was going to be very intense, that she'd be holding tight and moving a lot. It even scared her to think how strong and relentless the machine, but according to Debra real Alphas were worse. That was hard to imagine. All of this felt so new to her.

“Are you going to stay in here and operate the machine? You know, change the speed? Trigger the ejaculation?"

 

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Debra guided the blonde through the initial setup. It took a few min for her to find a starting position she found comfortable.

“Are you going to stay in here and operate the machine?" Karen inquired. You know, change the speed? Trigger the ejaculation?"

Debra nodded. "The machine is far too complicated for you to learn to personally operate on your first time. Also, there's always a risk that your overactive libido gets carried away and does you an injury. No, it's better that you have me here to chaperone and guide.

"That said," Debra continued, "please feel free to be vocal. The walls have sufficient soundproofing to muffle any cries you make and it helps me fine tune the experience if you are honest about the sensations."

The nurse flicked a setting on the remote and a soft hum rose from the machine. "You should feel a bit of vibration in the entire seat," she explained. "Something light to get you warmed up."

 

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"Mmmm....that's kinda nice," Karen sighed as she lowered her bare cheeks onto the seat. The machine barely made a sound, but she could feel the gentle vibrations rippling upward into her pelvis.

She looked at the padded walls, noting that she'd been curious at not hearing any cries from the other treatment rooms.

"I'm really glad you'll be here to run everything. This is all new and scary for me."

Karen began testing the hand and foot positions. There were some booted footrests that swung back so that her weight was on her knees, resting on padded sockets. If she moved around a lot, she thought, this position would help her stay on top of the saddle.

"Is there any danger of falling off?" she asked. Not that the machine would throw her off, but her desperate movements might make her lose her balance.

 

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Debra smiled knowingly at the question. "No, there's very little chance of losing your balance. It may look like a miniature mechanical bull, but it doesn't move that fast."

Debra clicked a switch to demonstrate. The machine whirred softly as the front end began to tilt up. The pace, however, was so slow that it quickly became apparent that Karen could easily adjust.

Debra knelt down beside the machine and placed a hand on Karen's naked thigh. "Just squeeze inward. The saddle area has a bit of give to it, but you should be able to clamp yourself down."

Debra then pointed to the thick nub a short ways in front of the patient. The artificial penis was nearly fully retracted inside the machine, so only a couple inches protruded above the surface. "When that's inside you," Debra explained, "you'll be able to hold on there as well. Trust me: you won't slide off."

Debra felt her own thighs get slick as she watched Karen settle into the vibrations. The nurse was definitely going to need some attention of her own before this day was out.

"Are you ready to mount the phallus?" Debra prompted. "Just take it slow and easy."

 

[pj38]

Karen looked at the nurse with a mixture of panic and desire. The retracted penis looked menacing staring up at her that way. But she knew that's what she needed to get through estrus.

Debra's hand on her thigh felt so reassuring. She was so relieve the nurse would be with her.

"Ok, I'm ready," she said.

She slid forward and lowered herself onto the phallus. Her labia easily gave way and it slid into her, though only an inch or so. She braced herself as Debra's hand moved to the controls.

 

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Debra watched carefully as Karen eased forward. The tip of the phallus split her labia wide, prompting a sharp intake of breath from the patient.

"Bit thicker than what you're used to, huh?" Debra mused. "Don't worry. It will probably be uncomfortable for a little bit, but your vagina will get used to it."

Debra let Karen rock atop the short nub for a minute or so before continuing. "Okay, let's try a bit more." The machine whirred softly and another couple inches of phallus extended forth into Karen's pussy.

"That's just about four inches," Debra declared. "How's that feel? You want to pause for a bit? Or are you ready for more?"