Djian

The Infertility Clinic

Collected by Djian
updated aug 20 - 2010

The Infertility Clinic
By she cries

Ch-1 M+/F, exhib, reluc, humil

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“You see Mrs. Prentiss, our agency’s raison d’etre is not to save you the burden of childbearing, but to provide you with the blessing the Lord gave unto his first children to ‘Go forth and multiply.’” The older woman clutched a thick pen in both hands, it’s tip pointed up at the ceiling while her wide glasses slid down her tiny nose another fraction of an inch. “That is why it is absolutely crucial that we determine if you are truly infertile as a couple, and which of you are the, shall we say, the partner who struggles to fulfill the Lord’s wishes.”

“But I told you,” my wife, Mary, leaned forward, her expression earnest as she struggled to conceal the harpy that was yearning to lash out, “The doctor’s think we are both healthy. I have tons of eggs, Mark has more sperm than any three men. They said there is no reason we can’t conceive,” her bottom lip started to tremble, “We j-just can’t.”

“There, there,” the counselor said, patting Mary’s hand and, to my surprise, taking a hold of it in a tender grip, “We know it is trying, but I assure you the Lord’s blessing is here, waiting for you. We have six girls looking for parents right now. One of them could be carrying the child who will call you mother.”

I looked away to avoid seeing the tears welling up in Mary’s eye.

“But first,” the counselor went on, “You have to agree to certain tests—and I won’t lie to you—most of them are medical, but some of them are designed to determine if you are truly willing to carry the burden of childbearing, just unable.” She had my wife’s hand wrapped up in both of her small, slightly chubby hands. “That doesn’t sound unreasonable, does it?”

My wife shook her head, something like affection showing for the little woman across the desk from us. I had a hard time taking my eyes off Irma, the counselor who seemed to offer our last hope of having a family. She was short, and a little pudgy, but she had a sweet little heart shaped face, and though the years were starting to show around the eyes and at the corners of her mouth she still had not lost her looks. Her ass was a little big, and her belly a little wider than I liked, but the sort, pencil skirt and matching jacket stretching over them made me wonder what the rest of her looked like, and drew my gaze to her bare legs just sticking out from under the desk.

My wife glanced at me, and I quickly looked up at her. Mary was still skinny, though several years younger than Irma, really skinny according to our doctor who’d tried his best to get her to put on weight. Mary had gained a few pounds, mostly in the ass which now almost filled out a pair of adult jeans. Her breasts hadn’t benefited as much, but her nipples were so puffy these days that Mary had to wear two shirts to keep them under control. It was nice to think of my wife as curvy, but we both knew that now that we were off the drugs she would dwindle back to an A cup and teen size panties in a few months.

“All right,” Irma said nodding and standing up. Donning a short, white lab coat she turned to Mary and said, “Well. Let’s get you on to the exam table and see how you look.”

In a few short moments Irma lost the veneer of Christian charity matron and became the doctor the large plaque on her wall boasted her to be. She took temperatures, counted heartbeats, all the regular rigmarole for a doctor’s visit. After about fifteen minutes she suddenly said, “Okay, enough procrastinating, let’s get those clothes off.”

Mary demurred, “Do you have somewhere I can change.”

Irma had a sympathetic smile, “We don’t have the kind of facilities that allow us all the little dignities of private care, dear.” She nodded at me, “We can leave the room while you disrobe if you like…”

Mary surprised me and shook her head. I guess after all the procedures, strange nurses inserting tubes inside her sex, sitting with her legs in the air for hours, she was ready for one more indignity.

Naked my wife was as beautiful as the day we met, a few semesters into college, if a little more voluptuous at the moment. She had the strange awkward figure of a teenager, though, whose parts are a little too large for the rest of her body. When she lay back on the table she covered her bare chest with her arms, conscious of her puffed up nipples.

After a quick exam Irma said, “Good, it all looks in order. The device I’m putting on you now monitors your heart rate—It’s important that you relax.” She stuck a little diode under Mary’s breast, “And this,” she held up a small glass rod, “Is going to measure estrogen and other hormones in your vaginal secretions.”

Mary swallowed, but was otherwise calm while Irma inserted the rod, “It’s going to take a while to get both readings so it’s very important for you to be calm and stay still no matter what. Understand?”

Mary nodded, “Can I have a blanket?”

Irma smiled, “I’ll send an orderly in to draw blood in a minute. They’ll get you something to cover up with. Now stay still while I take your husband down to the lab.”

Throwing the door open wide to the hallway Irma gestured me ahead of her. I shot a look at Mary who gave a disgusted look to the ceiling waved me away. I knew better than to try to talk to her in that mood, but I wanted nothing more than to climb between those bent knees and have another shot at a natural baby, and not just because I wanted to be a daddy.

I let Irma steer me away from my wife and around the corner where a young man in a nurse’s outfit stood waiting with a tray of various oddities. “Take a blood sample and if she has to pee give her a cup. Otherwise the usual for an intake.”

I tried to speak but my jaw just fell open. This guy couldn’t be much older than 20. He was gorgeous too, by any standard. A square jaw, bright brown eyes and a ready smile. His hands were much bigger than mine, long, tan fingers as he gave a mock salute, “Sure boss.” He nodded down to me, he was almost a head taller than me. He steered the cart towards the door where my wife lay naked on a table, her legs in the air. She wouldn’t even know it was a stranger till he had gotten a good long look at…

The door slammed shut behind him and Irma had my arm. She smiled, “This is a medical office, Mr. Prentiss, your wife is in very good hands and completely safe with my orderly.” The thought of those long, fingers handling my wife sent blood to my face, my heart racing, but I couldn’t get the image of her naked body, waiting and expecting.

I shook my head. There were no shouts, no screams from the office. Mary was probably grinning and bearing it. Nothing could be as bad as the fat old man who had given her an IUI six months before. He had his hand all the way up inside her for ten minutes. Of course then she had been covered with a surgical gown.

“Mr. Prentiss, I told you there were going to be tests. Perhaps this is a test for you too.”

I nodded, and felt myself relaxing.

I was taken to another office, this one a long narrow room of devices lined on counters. A pair of nurses did all the same tests on me as Irma had done on my wife, but I was never asked to disrobe. The nurses were young girls. Neither affected much interest in me or why I was there. This was clearly a job to them and they had samples vibrating on tables to attend to, and some reality show playing on a little TV to distract them. Irma flipped through charts while my blood was drawn. Suddenly one of the girls gave me a cup.

“Do you want me to pee in it?” I asked.

“No,” She shook her head, “We need a sperm sample.”

I looked at the girl, she couldn’t have been out of high school, a little round girl with her hair pulled back in a pony tail and an overbite. She seemed as put off by the idea of asking me to donate sperm as I was of being asked it. Still, I nodded, wishing I had been prepared for this. “Where do you want me to… You know.”

She made an offhand gesture at the chair I was in, “Here’s fine. Let me know when you’re done.” She had already lost interest in me turning back to the TV taking a tray of little jars on the table to put away.

“Um, Irma?”

Irma shook her head, not looking up from a chart she was reading, “Mr. Prentiss your wife has already shown a willingness to do her part, we can’t help you unless you both participate.”

I swallowed, pulling my member out of my pants carefully, as if it would draw less attention. I tried not to stare at the three women, but their presence seemed to consume me. Every now and then the girl with the overbite would glance in my direction, a flash of a grin would scamper across her face and she’d look away. I couldn’t tell if she looked at me or my hand, weakly tugging at my flaccid manhood.

Finally I tore my gaze away from the girls to a picture of a woman on the wall, a medical poster of a topless woman getting a breast exam, but the doctor in the picture was male and my mind wandered to Mary on her back while little Fabio poked and prodded her. We must have been gone for twenty minutes already, but Irma had not checked up on Mary nor had the orderly returned. I tugged and stroked myself.

“Well, not doing very well, are we?” Irma asked. I looked up and she was standing over me. I guess I had shut my eyes. I could swear I saw the two nurses peering at my indignity.

“I’m a little nervous.” I said.

“I think I can see part of the problem you and Mary are having.”

“No.” I shook my head, “Not at all, I, I mean, I never…”

Irma’s condescending grin shut me up.

“If I could have a little privacy.” I said meekly.

Irma smiled again, “I need to observe you, Mr. Prentiss. Amy.” She said over her shoulder. Then looking back at me, “Maybe a little stimulation.”

I tried to protest, but ‘Amy’ the other nurse who I hadn’t noticed said, “Not again, Irma. It’s Maude’s turn.”

“Just give the gentleman a peek. Come on.”

Irma stepped aside and Amy walked up to me. She was much prettier than Maude, skinny like Mary, but gangly, betraying her age. The surly look on her face, however, killed any attraction I might have had for her. She took a big step to stand right over me, turned around and pushed her pants down, baring her ass right to my face.

“Now Amy, that’s not necessary.” Irma scolded her.

“It’s what he wants to see.”

As the women bickered I realized that the girl’s skinny ass and hunched posture gave me a grand view of her sex, with her little puckered asshole just peeking out from her pretty much flat ass.

Unfortunately, just as I was getting a little wood Amy pulled her pants up and let Irma shoo her back to her station. “I’m sorry about that Mr. Prentiss.” She said.

Try as I might I could not think of a way to protest, stroking myself harder, trying to preserve my fleeting hard-on.

“Don’t worry,” Irma said gesturing for me to get up, “I’m sure you’ll see lots of Amy if we can get past this performance problem of yours.”

“I don’t have a performance problem.” I protested standing up, but Irma just glanced at my limp penis dangling and barely visible from my zipper. I quickly tucked it away and followed her towards the door.

As I walked past Amy she was grinning. She cast a glance at me, “See you later, stud.”

Outside the door Irma stopped me, “Don’t mind the girls, this makes everybody uncomfortable. We just don’t have the facilities of the hospitals you are used to and some of our staff, well…” She shrugged.

I swallowed hard, thinking of Mary alone in her undignified state. “It’s okay.” I said. I let Irma lead me back to her office where a young man was just closing the door after him. Ahead of him he pushed a cart. The first thing I noticed was that it was not the same young man I had seen before. If anything he was better looking than the last guy. He has nurse’s pants on, hung loose at the waist, but on top he had just a tight T-shirt revealing a broad chest and a flat stomach. The second thing I noticed was a large silicon rod, several inches around and over a foot long among other instruments on the cart. It was slick with a viscous substance, a mark drawn towards one end, where it ran dry. He also had a video camera on that table and a pile of napkins, wadded up.

“All finished up, Doctor.” The new orderly said.

“How does our new client stack up?” Irma asked in passing. It was a casual question, as if she didn’t really care about the answer.

“Much nicer than the last couple of girls!” He replied, “I am definitely getting my name on the donor list.” He said grinning at me, “Thanks for bringing her in, man, we’ll take real good care of your lady here!” He held up his hand for a fist bump. I gave the man a quick glance, tousled hair, a sheen of sweat trying at the nape of his neck. The bulge of his manhood visible down his left leg. Absently I bumped him back to hide where I was looking, the hair on my neck standing up as I felt the pit of my stomach get weak.

Irma shooed the young man away, “Oh you’ll all get a chance if it comes to that, I’m sure.” She gave me what looked like a shy grin, which vanished as soon as our eyes met, “I’m sure Mr. Prentiss expects nothing less given his condition.”

“W-what condition?” I asked.

“Let’s check on your wife, shall we.”

The powerful stench in the room flooded into me before I had time to take in the scene. It was a sweaty, musky smell. Mary looked younger to me than she had in years, though she was only in her mid-twenties. Her whole body glistened with sweat and… and something pooling between her breasts, glistening around her sex. Someone had given her a blanket, but it lay bunched across her belly, offering her no modesty whatsoever. A third young man, this one the teenage receptionist who had checked us in hovered over her with a large, white back massager plugged into the wall and humming loudly. Mary had started waxing her sex when we were having intra-uterine injections. Normally her sex was very tight and trim, but now I looked at a gaping, glistening maw oozing clear fluid over which the massager hummed.

Mary had slid all the way to the edge of the exam table, her ass barely on the table at all, her legs limply hung on a nearby chair and the adjacent wall. A pale ooze dripped out of her sex. Her arms were clutching the sides of the table as if for dear life while she panted and gasped. Her hair looked slick as if she’d been swimming, her face shiny. Drool all over her chin and she was biting her lip hard, like she does when she’s concentrating or… well, masturbating.

I couldn’t really pretend that that wasn’t what was going on. She used a vibrator almost daily since we stopped having sex all the time. That was pretty much bout the time we realized we were infertile.

“Timothy, is this really necessary.”

The teen jerked up, almost dropping the massager.

“No.” my wife murmured.

Irma chided the boy, “A minute or two is all that is required to stimulate flow, Timothy.”

“She didn’t want me to stop.” He blurted out.

“Mm-mmm.” Mary slurred like something was in her mouth, “I sth, mn-mn-nnnn.” She was still panting hard. More drool oozed out the side of her mouth. I looked at Timothy, a skinny, weasely boy with a raging hard on in his thin nurse pants.

Irma clucked her tongue holding up a large bottle, “One fluid ounce is all that’s required, Timothy, to promote flow.” The bottle was empty.

Timothy was blushing hard. He switched off the massager and a sudden silence flooded the room only punctuated by Mary’s panting. She twitched, her inner thighs nearly vibrating. Her left hand shot up to her sex, but she quickly slammed it back down again on the couch. “Sorry.” He reached for something on the table, an iPhone. I saw a picture for a brief moment.

“Are you taking pictures?” I asked.

The phone disappeared into the boy’s pocket.

“Run along, Timothy,” Irma interrupted, “Mr. Prentiss can get his wife cleaned up.”

The boy scampered out of the room as I stared at him agape.

“Well, Mrs. Prentiss, you don’t seem to have any trouble reaching a state of arousal.”

Mary struggled to sit up, but her body seemed to be made of rubber and she collapsed back on the couch, spluttering sticky ooze from her lips. I saw her grimace, her eyes scrunching tight and she forced herself to swallow. “Sorry.” She panted.

“Don’t be sorry, dear.” Irma said taking her seat behind the desk while I attempted to cover Mary with the blanket. She did not look up at me. Irma went on, “That’s why you are here, and what we were testing you for. You did wonderfully—you responded as any healthy woman should under such circumstances.”

“Thanks,” Mary said, finally able to shift to a sitting position. Her eyes darted to me, frowning eyes. A look of disdain and accusation.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

“Your wife is in excellent condition. We just need to run some tests on the samples we collected. It will take a couple weeks I am afraid. I’m just sorry we weren’t able to collect a specimen from you, Mr. Prentiss.”

“What?” Mary shot out.

“Mr. Prentiss was unable to achieve an erection.”

Mary glared at me, “What’s the mater with you?”

Irma clucked, “Now, Mrs. Prentiss a lot of men have this problem and—“

“He spends half the day jerking off in front of his computer.” She snarled at the woman. Turning to me she said, “I didn’t spend the last hour in here getting pawed and poked and… And everything j-just to let you… You… Goddamnit, I thought we were in this together!”

“Fortunately,” Irma interrupted, “We only need to ship your samples for analysis. We can do all the proper testing for your husband when you return. If he is able to perform at that point.” She leered at me.

“I’ll be fine, I just need some privacy.”

“Or some stimulation, no doubt.” Mary stabbed me.

I blushed hot and furious, suddenly glad she’d been forced to submit to so many indignities. She could be so cruel and bitchy since we started trying to get pregnant. It was true. I masturbated almost every day. I couldn’t believe I was being accused of being impotent by Irma.

“Can we go now?” Mary asked Irma bluntly. The blanket clutched in front of her did nothing to hide her glistening contours from my gaze. I had been so used to my wife as a skinny girls that I’d hardly noticed how the fertility treatment had flushed her out into the very sexy body that Timothy and his co-workers seemed to be looking forward to treating. Seeing some of the dumpy women in the waiting room on the way in it seemed no wonder that they would be excited by such a patient. Still it galled me at how many men it seemed had seen my wife completely naked that day. How many of them had touched her privates, had had their hands all over her, it seemed.

“Well, it seems that your husband does respond to stimulation after all.” Irma said. She was staring at my crotch, where a little pup tent revealed my sudden arousal.

“He only wants to mess around after I masturbate.” Mary said, as if Irma was our psychiatrist, not a fertility specialist.

“The smell of sex has that affect on some men.”

It felt like a fist in my gut, “What do you mean, ‘smell of sex?’”

Irma grinned. “Just that your wife has been given some very potent aphrodisiacs and, um… Stimulated to provoke a chemical reaction that-“

“You have some very medieval ideas about aphrodisiacs.” Mary said accusingly.

“Can you deny the affect they have had?”

Mary’s face reddened and she looked at the ground. I suddenly realized that a large puddle was growing where Mary’s curvy butt was smashed against the examination table.

“I dare say all your husband would have to do is touch you and you would be his, if he wanted you.”

“No. Not after all that!” Mary barked, still looking down. Ashamed? “You should give the doctor your sample, anyway.” She added sheepishly.

Irma stared at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I tried to meet her gaze, but she tilted her head towards Mary. I looked down at the floor with Mary, “Maybe if you have a cup…”

Irma sighed. “That won’t be necessary, Mr. Prentiss. I want you both back here in two weeks and we’ll tell you how the agency wants to proceed.”

“Sure.” I said.

Irma went to the door and said, “Roger if you can bring something for Mrs. Prentiss to wash up with.” She turned to me and said, “Until then.” And walked out the door.

Roger, the first young man that I saw today entered the room with a handful of rolled up towels. His eyes glanced over me, but went quickly to Mary, who had let the blanket fall into her waist, letting her swollen chest hang free, her giant, puffy nipples erect. Ignoring me Roger walked straight up to Mary, “We’ll get you cleaned up in no time.”

Mary objected, “I can do it.” But Roger clucked his tongue.

“Let me take care of you, Mrs. Prentiss. He set the towels down and taking one in hand took her wrist and lay her back down on the table, down, I noticed, in the puddle that had oozed from her sex a minute before. Mary acquiesced and the boy was gently running the towel over her arm, up around her neck. He ran it along her chin and over her bottom lip, which Mary pursed obligingly. “There,” he said, “Sorry I couldn’t use warm towels, but it would all harden and be harder to wash off.”

Mary nodded, her eyes glazing over as the young man proceeded down her neck and over her chest. Suddenly I was watching another man groping and squeezing my wife’s breasts. “Maybe I should do that.” I tried to say firmly, but it came out as a sort of murmur instead.

“Don’t worry Mr. P.” Roger said, “I’m a registered nurse, I’ve done this hundreds of times, it’s all part of my job.”

Apparently his job involved spreading my wife’s legs apart and gently swabbing the glistening fluid from her thighs, ass, and sex. I swallowed hard and pretended my dick wasn’t about to burst from my jeans. The room really did stink of sex.

Mary started moaning gently. I watched her back arch as a fresh cloth was applied to her loins. His back blocked my view for a second, “A little higher.” Mary whispered, and gasped harshly again.

“Sorry.” Roger said, but he was grinning wide.

“No, don’t stop.” Mary whispered.

“Sorry ma’am. We’re all done.

Mary hardly looked finished. There were traces of slime all over her body. Around the belly, down her left arm, all over her backside. In fact the only clean spots seemed to be her chin, chest and her sex. Even that still glistened as it flashed past me as she sat up with Roger’s assistance.

Mary’s chest was scarlet, and her breathing ragged. “Sure.” She gasped. “Fine. Let’s go.” She glanced up at me for a split second, then looked away.

“Here’s something you can wear home.” Roger said, holding up a little dress. “It’s really simple to wear and it doesn’t look too bad. Remember, no pants till you return.

Mary nodded, “Honey get my things.” She said as Roger helped her dress. It was a little robe of a dress. Mary gave me her bra as her nipples were too sensitive, she said, and gently pulled up the hospital underwear Roger gave her, little paper panties that were supposed to the keep from chafing anything. The dress slid on like a jacket, buckling around the waist and ending just above the knee in a pleated skirt. It would have been cute if it didn’t look like it was made of denim. “Thanks.” She said and looked at me. “Honey go on ahead and see if we need anything to check out.”

“You’re almost ready.” I said.

“Just go.” She said harshly.

As I was leaving the room I turned back to say something, but Mary was looking up into Roger’s eyes as he tied up the little belt that held the dress together. There was no trace of harshness in her look. Her mouth was open-just a little. I could see her tongue resting against the bottom lip as she drew a deep breath and bit the bottom lip and gave up a shudder.

I let the door shut behind me and ran down the hall.

...to be continued. next up, Mary takes a little subway ride while the effects are still going strong...

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