I stand slightly hunched, my cock painfully pressed against my pants, and rush into the bathroom.
Inside, I undo my pants and finish myself off in five frantic strokes, spilling into the toilet bowl.
Fuck. Fuck. Yes! The relief is unreal. My balls had been seconds from exploding.
I stand there for a moment with my eyes closed.
What a madhouse. What the hell just happened? I have never felt anything like this before, and even thinking about it still feels insane.
What came over me? I gave my first blowjob in a doctor’s office!
Absurd. Pure lunacy.
After a minute, I pull myself together, wash my hands and face, then straighten up in the mirror.
Okay. No time for shame or embarrassment.
The truth is, I enjoyed it far too much to pretend otherwise. I’m not a teenager anymore, so I may as well own it. Walking decisively, I leave the bathroom.
Dr. Lee is seated again, taking measurements on the ultrasound screen. One hand guides the probe, and the images shift gradually.
There is no trace of his earlier strange aura now. He is fully professional, focused on his work.
Salt’s head is turned to the side. For some reason, I fixate on the long strands of his blue hair flowing along his collarbones, reaching his swollen nipples. But he’s staring firmly at the wall, not at me.
Not ideal.
"The news is good," Dr. Lee says calmly. "As you surely know, betas and alphas mostly have a vestigial uterus. But based on my measurements, your uterus isn’t as small as that of an average beta. The difference isn’t huge, about a centimeter, but it is definitely a positive sign. Combined with slightly elevated hormone levels and some light slick production, the prognosis is good. I would say your chances of conceiving within the first year here are promising."
Salt turns his head toward him. His expression is hard to read, almost dazed, as if the information has caught him off guard.
Dr. Lee speaks calmly as if nothing insane happened in his office minutes ago. He seems neither bothered nor offended.
He prints the ultrasound images, the uterine measurements clearly marked.
Afterwards, he withdraws the probe from Salt’s anus, removes the condom, discards it, and places the probe back in its holder.
Then he returns to his desk to make some notes.
I quickly pick up Salt’s clothes from the floor and hand them to him.
He sits up and pulls them on without looking at me.
Definitely not good.
Dr. Lee continues, "I also have your blood results here. Everything looks fine, no infections, levels are within normal ranges."
He glances at the screen.
"As for your visit, I would like to see you again in a few days for your first follow-up. That will be all," he says, smiling broadly, almost warmly.
That is when I snap. I just can’t stand being part of this freak show and not saying my commentary out loud!
"Why did you let it go on?"
Dr. Lee raises his brows. "I do not know what you are referring to. I was replying to an important email. How you prepare yourselves for an examination is not my concern. See you in four days."
He stands. A clear signal.
