Omega Treatment (closed)

Karen was surprised at how intense this felt. Debra had barely moved the controls, but already she felt her pelvic walls react as if stretched to their limit. She'd had bigger penises inside her, though maybe not so thick and erect. But what alarmed her was the machine's relentlessness, the absolute certainty that it would not stop until she was exhausted. No human had ever done that.

At first her hips had met each stroke with their own thrust, but now, knowing she was no match for the machine, she just let it take over, holding her pelvis in a position that felt good. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, her fingers tightly wound around the grips. She gave Debra a look of some anxiety.

"It's good. I can take more but I'm afraid." Debra gave her a sympathetic look. Karen figured Debra wouldn't increase it unless Debra consented.

"Ok, I guess, turn it up some more."
 
"Ok, I guess, turn it up some more."

Debra nodded and repeated the process. The machine whirred and another couple inches of shaft extended up into the blonde's body. "Let's let that stay for a moment," the nurse suggested.

Debra looked down at the saddle. Karen's labia were stretched around the purplish phallus. Both her skin and the saddle were slick with the moisture oozing from the blonde's vagina.

Debra caught herself gently massaging her own hardened left nipple with her free hand. She withdrew her hand guiltily. It was somewhat unprofessional of her to get focused on her own libido during a session. Of course, most patients weren't nearly as attractive as this blonde Omega.

"Uh, I think you're ready to go all the way," Debra said, trying to skip past her momentary distraction. "I'm going to extend the length more slowly than before, but this time I won't stop until you tell me.

"I need you tell me when you feel the tip touch your cervix. Don't wait till it's pushing hard against it," Debra cautioned. "Soon as you feel it just barely touch, tell me. Okay? Here we go." The nurse flicked the remote and the machine whirred once again.
 
Karen was now fully aroused as the dildo drove into her. She ground her pelvis into the saddle, feeling the vibrations radiate through her. Her hands gripped the handlebars tightly. Her neck arched forward as if straining for relief.

Inside her, the dildo seemed to have reached the length of most penises she had ever had inside her. Debra announced that she would increase the depth again, and she answered, "Ok," between gasps. When she felt the first pressure against her cervix, she answered again, "That's enough." At first she lifted her hips slightly to avoid it, then lowered herself until she felt the full extension.

Now she closed her eyes, letting her mind focus completely on her building arousal. Suddenly her skin flushed and she felt a twitch. She opened her eyes and looked straight at Debra. She let out some unknown sound..."uhhhhhhhhhhhhh"....then her whole body jerked sharply...."AHHHH".

Karen could see Debra was mesmerized from watching her. She smiled, wondering how often Debra used the machine on herself.
 
Debra turned off the extension when Karen called for it. "Good. Okay, I'll just add a bit of vibration. You're probably pretty close to climax, so just relax and enjoy it."

Karen continued to moan and grind her hips against the machine. Debra took the opportunity to make some notes about the settings for future reference. If Karen ever visited again, her chart would reflect the machine calibration she found most comfortable. That would make future sessions a bit quicker.

Debra looked up as Karen cried out. For a few moments, her entire body quivered like a leaf. Debra smiled, noting the shiny streaks of Karen's juices now covering the seat.

"Good," the nurse praised. "You're ready for the next phase." She punched a few settings on the touchscreen remote.

"You may notice a strange sensation inside you soon. The machine is now pumping a warm biochemical solution out the tip. This replicates some of the natural compounds in an Alpha's pre-ejaculate. This will in turn prompt your cervix to dilate. It's actually already partially dilated just from being in estrus; the Alpha's contribution just advances the rate."

"Now many females find this to be somewhat painful," Debra advised. "I recommend that you don't try to ignore the discomfort or just grit your teeth. Vocalize it instead: moan, squeal, grunt, yell - whatever you feel. That tends to make it easier to bear. Also, don't worry about being overhead; the treatment rooms have soundproofing to muffle any noise."

"Now after a few minutes m, try leaning your pelvis forward just a bit. Just enough so that the tip of the phallus is putting very light pressure. Don't try to force it, though When you are sufficiently dilated, the opening will be wide enough for the phallus to penetrate deeper. Just tell me when you start to feel that."
 
Karen cried out from the intensity of her orgasm. Her vagina has convulsed against the phallus, but the sensations were so intense that her entire body had felt short-circuited and had quivered with electrical shocks post-climax. Debra had watched with a wry, satisfied smile as her body had given way to her mechanical control.

Debra had barely given her time to catch her breath before she was coaching Karen through the next phase and warning her that there would be a warm liquid pumped into her followed by a sensation of a painful dilation of her cervix.

Karen had no time to question or protest and part of her was still so high from her release that she didn’t care and . . .well, this was all so curious to her.

“Um, okay, Debra. As long as it’s not too painful.”

Karen tilted her head back and arched her back as she felt the warm fluid bathe her vaginal walls. Some of the liquid oozed out of her, but Debra continued to release the fluids until she was softly moaning with a mix of pleasure and discomfort as something began to feel stretched deep within her.

Despite being told otherwise, Karen tensed her abdomen and bit her lip to ward off the discomfort. The warm fluids created a pulling and stretching sensation deep within her.

“Ahh. . . .it’s starting. Ooohhh. . . ” Karen moaned, in between choppy breaths. Karen gasped as the stretching sensations became more intense.
 
Debra watched with a touch of envy as her patient shivered and moaned atop the machine. While it was still a poor substitute for the real thing in the nurse's opinion, she still relished this part of the experience. Feeling that warm thick mass spread you farther than seemed physically possible. The adrenaline and fear colliding with the endorphins and pleasure. Mmmm, the intensity of it all.

Debra adjusted a setting. Karen's breathing rate sped up and her torso rose slightly in the air. "Just putting a little pressure on the cervix," she explained. "Should be sufficiently dilated soon, so you'll feel it slip inside soon. . . "

Debra paused and waited for it. "The Gasp" was how she thought of it. Every woman made it. The feeling as that girthy phallus plunged far deeper than anything should made every woman do it. Novices, veterans - hell, she even did it herself. Somehow it was always like the first time.

The anticipation had her own juices trickling down her leg. Novices were always fun and it didn't hurt that Karen was luscious beauty. If she wasn't working, Debra would've ducked out of sight to rub one out. "C'mon, Karen," she urged in ab attempt to keep her focus on the patient, "almost there."
 
Karen groaned and made inaudible sounds as the dildo pulsed steadily against her dilating cervix. She realized Debra was right; there was no point in fighting the inevitable. She had no control over this estrus. Best to release her tension, vocally.

She licked her lips and sat more upright in the make-shift saddle. Her breasts felt even more sensitized as the nipples strained against the gauzy, sheer fabric that Debra had arranged over each of her swollen breasts. She let her gaze drift to Debra’s chest as the phallus began to penetrate deeper and deeper. Was Debra an Omega? Had she ever been in estrus?

“Fuuuuck. . .” Karen gasped, as she felt the phallus suddenly plunge into her womb without resistance. Fortunately, it was just a soft pulsing, but the sensation was shocking.

“Debra, this . . . dildo is deeeep inside of me. Please. . . I don’t know if I can take it. What else needs to happen to get me over this estrus?” Karen pleaded.

Karen continued to moan and growl as the machine pulsed inside of her. Vocalization helped to release something primal and deeply private within her. She was grateful that the room was sound-proofed and Debra appeared non-judgmental of her reactions.
 
Debra, this . . . dildo is deeeep inside of me. Please. . . I don’t know if I can take it."

""Almost there," Debra responded. "Just a few minutes more."

The nurse tapped a few keys and the machine whirred in a brand new tone. "You'll feel a warmth and perhaps a bit of pressure, the brunette explained. " When an Alpha orgasms during the mating process, he deposits a large quantity of sperm deep inside the female. The machine simulates that with a sterile solution. It contains no actual sperm, but your body recognizes it as such."

Debra placed a hand on Karen's abdomen. "Yes, I can feel it," she observed, noting the slight bulge beneath her fingertips."That means you've had enough." Debra tapped her control pad and shut off the inflow.

"Now we'll just let you rest with that 'fullness' feeling for another minute. Then we can shut the Machine down and let you off. You're pretty much done, Karen. Good job. "
 
Instinctively, Karen tilted her head back and her hips forward, inviting the warm fluids to enter her womb. Her body began to shake as her pussy pulsed. The warmth and the pressure of the fluids took her by surprise, but Debra kept a reassuring hand on her lower abdomen.

“Mmmmm… feels good… now…” Karen groaned, right before her body quaked into another unexpected, intense orgasm and the fluids pulsed even further inside of her.

Once Debra had evaluated that she was full of solution, she stopped the inflow, but kept the machine on.

The pulsing slowed and Debra remained within contact of her while she came down from her orgasm and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. Karen felt almost a dizzying high. The dilation had been a little painful, but ohh. .. the effect of that fluid. The high was morphing into a sense of peace and fulfillment that her restless body hadn’t known in a while.

Karen still had the odd urge to kiss Debra, to undress her, to see the Asian nurse’s seemingly perfect body. She dismissed the idea as a lingering side effect of estrus.

“The fullness feeling is very satisfying,” Karen commented, as she angled her hips in several directions to appreciate the sensations.

“I can’t imagine how intense it would be with a real Alpha. I’m glad you guided me to the mechanical means of dealing with estrus. Will this cure me of the heat of estrus now?”
 
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"'Cure' is probably the wrong word to use," Debra corrected. "It suggests permanence, which exceeds the scope of this treatment. Now this should bring your current estrus cycle to a conclusion, but this cycle will continue to recur periodically throughout the next decade or so."

The nurse took a few more readings, then took up the controls again. "Time to ease you off the machine. Essentially it's the process in reverse, but we can go a bit faster because it's not as stressful on you as filling you up."

The machine whirred at a different pitch. "You should feel the phallus shrink. Just relax; the natural tension of your tissues will guide it out."

" Also, don't let it freak you out if--"
The nurse's words were interrupted as a sudden gush of translucent fluid poured out of Karen's pussy. The mini tidal wave cascaded over the saddle of the machine and splashed onto the floor below.

Debra smiled ruefully. "As I was starting to say, don't freak out if that happens. All that fluid fills you up because the phallus acts like a stopper in a bathtub. Pull that out, though, and it can drain out. Sometimes it just trickles out, but sometimes it just rushes out all at once. Either way, it's totally normal, so don't be embarrassed."

"Okay, I'm going to keep reversing it. You just relax until you feel comfortable standing up, okay?"

 
Karen nodded at Debra’s explanation that this treatment would cease this current estrus cycle. She felt relief that this would only occur at random times over the next decade. She was probably in the clear for a while.

And, then all of a sudden. . .a torrent of warm fluids escaped her vagina as the phallus began to diminish in girth and depth of entry.

“Whaaat. . !!” Karen gasped, puzzled, widening her legs so the liquid wouldn’t run down them.

Debra quickly explained that it was to be expected, although Karen’s cheeks still burned with embarrassment. Although mostly odorless and clear, she could detect the scent of her arousal. The gauzy, sheer gown clung to the sweat on her body; it was nearly impossible to keep her breasts and nipples hidden.

Karen found herself rocking gently as the phallus eventually eased out of her canal. As it exited, there was an embarrassing squirt of fluid that added to the puddle, while the phallus pulsed the remnants of fluid at her clit and outer lips, as if to give her one final intense showering.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. . . “ Karen uttered, uncertain of whether to stand up or remain still. The warmth felt nice, and she flexed her hips, moaning softly, trying not to betray her pleasure.

“No apologies necessary, Karen, sometimes the phallus has a slight overfill. We never want to deprive the patient of the full treatment. Any excess is used externally and will be absorbed as needed. Just remain still and let your labia open like a flower, we just have a few ml remaining.” Debra kept a reassuring hand over Karen’s buttock.

Karen shuddered, shutting her eyes, unable to look at Debra who was watching her with her legs spread as liquid oozed out of her vagina and the remnants of fluid bathed her perineum.

“Ok, Karen, good job. Your estrus treatment has been completed.”
 
Debra was so practiced at the wrap-up of a session that the words flowed without even thinking. Sometimes it was if it were someone else saying them.

The nurse assisted Karen in dressing, but her clothes were a bit of a soggy shambles after her ordeal. Debra draped a gown around the tired girl before escorting her into the hall. A few dozen paces later, she guided Karen through a door marked simply "Locker Room".

Inside was the usual collection of metal lockers and low benches for changing. "I figured you probably wanted to clean up," Debra explained. "The lockers are for the staff, but you're welcome to use the rest. Toilets there, sinks and mirrors there, and showers over there," she continued, pointing out the various sections.

"There are soap and shampoo dispensers on the wall. No conditioner, though. The towels aren't super plush, but they're clean; just dump the ones you use in the big blue hamper before you leave."

Debra glanced at the blonde's clothes. "I can also rustle you up a pair of clean scrubs. Definitely better than wearing dirty clothes home. You go ahead and get started. I'll be right back." Debra departed in search of the nearest supply closet.
 
Karen would have been content to head home and collapse on her bed, but she was too tired to challenge Debra’s assumptions. Thus, she allowed herself to be led to shower.

Karen peeled off her clothes, purposely avoiding the mirrors. She assumed she looked rough if the nurse was encouraging her to shower.

Karen soaped and rinsed her body and hair thoroughly before letting the hot water just pulse over her. In the tight stall, it was challenging to feel as clean as she would have preferred in her own shower. Still, perhaps any lingering scent from estrus. . . or the sweat from her treatments. . . would be gone.

Karen squeezed the water out of her blonde hair and patted it with the towel before drying off her body. The single towel was small and a bit rough, but Karen did her best to make do.
 
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