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Sasha is Too Small... down there. Tired of being the only girl in her sorority who has never experienced pleasures with a man, she signs herself up for a doctor's appointment. Nothing like Science and an unforgettably intense experience with a powerful machine and strong black alpha males to solve her problem.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

She has seen a picture of the doctor's face outside the clinic. Ruggedly handsome and very kind-looking. She had not expected the muscular body that came with that face, nor had she expected him to be so tall. He towers over her even standing behind the oak table.

"Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair beside the desk. "I promise I won't bite," he adds when she continues to stand frozen by the door.

She closes her mouth and hurries over to the seat, blushing the whole way. She wants to pat herself in the back when she makes it into the seat without tripping over her own feet.

"Good evening, Ms. Sasha. My name is-"

"Thor, yeah. I heard," she can't help but smile a little at the name. "I enjoyed the movies, doctor."

"Ah yes, god of lightning. I'm afraid my parents had a vision about my future," he says with a self-depreciating smile. "May I know the reason for your visit, Ms. Sasha?" he asks, trying to be curt without being impolite. She understands the urgency. It's almost five and no doubt they have families to return to.

"I uh... I have been having issues about um..." she clears her throat and starts again. "I have troubles with my sex life."

The doctor looks mildly stunned, though he quickly schools his expression back to neutral curiosity. "In what way, Ms. Sasha?" he asks.

"I'm hucow," she says, wanting to get that out of the way instantly.

He hums, almost bored with the revelation the has stunned every other person she's told. Only a tiny percentage of people in the world are hucow.

Maybe he's dismissed her as one of those women who've taken the pills for so long that they've forgotten their true nature. She frowns at the doctor, trying to figure out what he's thinking from his pensive expression. He's still writing on the pad even though she hasn't said anything more. When he finally looks up, it is with an expectant expression.

She feels the need to elaborate. "And not like- not from taking pills or anything. Presented two years ago, when I was sixteen. Though lactation hasn't been much of a problem. I've been milking myself twice daily, two hundred and fifty milliliters to five hundred every day, depending on the nutritional intake the day before-" She stops blabbering. She can literally see the doctor's brain go into hibernate mode as he starts scribbling nonsense in the notepad.

He probably handles hundreds of fake hucow cases a month. She still sees him making weird scribbles in her file. It's a thin file, since this is her first visit. He's quickly filling up the single sheet and she is suspicious that he's not paying attention to her at all.

She flinches when he prompts, "Please, continue, Ms. Sasha."

Resisting the urge to let out a long, suffering sigh, she goes straight to the point. "I'm still a virgin."

Well, that certain got his attention. "You say you presented two years ago?"

She nods.

"You've never had the urge?" he continues.

She shrugs. "Even if I have, I couldn't go through with it."

"Meaning..."

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Doctor's Orders 2

TOO SMALL

by Arya Hucovv

Copyright 2018 Arya Hucovv

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This steamy short story features a young virgin hucow being examined, milked, and filled by fucking machines and powerful alpha males. There are scenes of stripping, groping, public humiliation and public fingering, bondage, lactation, gangbang, and so much more.

Chapter 1: A Misunderstanding

"Last patient of the day, Doctor Thor," a smiling nurse informs the doctor before poking his head out the room and addressing Sasha.

She attempts to look apologetic but can't bring herself to muster up the proper expression. The truth is, she has chosen the time deliberately, coming to the Specialized Hucow Clinic fifteen minutes before they close because she doesn't want anybody to hear about her problem.

Sasha is something of a celebrity in her college. At eighteen years of age, she's the only hucow in her year and the only one in her town who has never been fucked. There are only three in the university and the other two are so popular with the men that they change boyfriends every week. She's in the sorority with a dozen other girls who aren't really hucows, but they take medication to make them exhibit the same symptoms she must deal with daily.

It isn't a big deal, so says the girls, but she's heard them laugh about her behind closed doors. Worse still are the girls who pity her, thinking her incapable of keeping a man's attention. She is young, beautiful, and voluptuous. Men line around the block to get her attention. She knows she shouldn't have, but after one too many drinks, she found the need to defend her abstinence. It's not that she doesn't want to lose her virginity. She can't.

Her vagina is so tight that she can't even use tampons when she's menstruating. She doesn't know which is worse, the derision or the pity. Later, one of the girls pulled her aside and told her to go see a doctor about her problem. She told her that she had the same issue years ago, and sex was very painful for her. A doctor can fix it.

Sasha has been relieved when she heard that. She's known for a long time that there was something wrong with her, but to hear another share the same experience and then explain that there is a solution in the same breath feels like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Knowing there's a solution to her problem and actually doing something about it are two vastly different things, Sasha comes to find out quickly. There are a few clinics around the university that she could go to, but only one that carters to hucows. Even then, she doesn't know anything about it other than what she has gathered from her many weeks of... surveillance.

She's walked past the place an embarrassing number of times, building up the courage to walk inside.

Now that she's here, she has to talk herself into actually seeing the doctor. The nurse looks friendly enough. He has tattoos all over his arms and impressive muscles where she can see them. In the right light, his bald head almost seems to shine. He flashes her a smile with a row of perfect white pearls and she feels herself relaxing despite herself.

"Come on in, Ms. Sasha," says the nurse with a quick inclination of his head, like he's beckoning a familiar friend.

Sasha takes a deep breath and reminds herself that she's here to get help. The clinic is mercifully empty except for the doctor and the nurse now. Everyone else seems to have left.

The few times she has walked past, she noticed that while they have a steady stream of patients, the women who walk into the clinic are not actual hucows. It isn't surprising, seeing as there are only three registered hucows in the university and she knows that the other two girls have doctors elsewhere.

There are a lot of women wishing they were and taking special pills in order to exhibit symptoms that make it look like they are hucows; Enlarged breasts, slim waist, broader hips, and increased sexual cravings. However, milk produced by these medicated hucows are not pure and have a significant number of drugs that makes the taste a lot less pleasant than real hucows.

She is jolted from her thoughts by the doctor's loud voice booming past the door.

"Who is it?" he asks, sounding like he's ready to call it a day.

"Ms. Sasha Luv," announces the nurse. He winks at her as she walks past him. His name tag simply says 'John :)'. She smiles a little at the smiley face at the back of his name. She was reluctant to come to the clinic at first. Most of the staff here appears to be male. However, she's seen all the business they've gotten and decided that they probably know what they're doing.

"Thank you," she murmurs and ducks past the man into the doctor's office. "Good evening, Doctor. I'm sorry for coming so late. I'm-" The rest of her apology disappears when she looks up and sees the doctor for the first time.

She has seen a picture of the doctor's face outside the clinic. Ruggedly handsome and very kind-looking. She had not expected the muscular body that came with that face, nor had she expected him to be so tall. He towers over her even standing behind the oak table.

"Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair beside the desk. "I promise I won't bite," he adds when she continues to stand frozen by the door.

She closes her mouth and hurries over to the seat, blushing the whole way. She wants to pat herself in the back when she makes it into the seat without tripping over her own feet.

"Good evening, Ms. Sasha. My name is-"

"Thor, yeah. I heard," she can't help but smile a little at the name. "I enjoyed the movies, doctor."

"Ah yes, god of lightning. I'm afraid my parents had a vision about my future," he says with a self-depreciating smile. "May I know the reason for your visit, Ms. Sasha?" he asks, trying to be curt without being impolite. She understands the urgency. It's almost five and no doubt they have families to return to.

"I uh... I have been having issues about um..." she clears her throat and starts again. "I have troubles with my sex life."

The doctor looks mildly stunned, though he quickly schools his expression back to neutral curiosity. "In what way, Ms. Sasha?" he asks.

"I'm hucow," she says, wanting to get that out of the way instantly.

He hums, almost bored with the revelation the has stunned every other person she's told. Only a tiny percentage of people in the world are hucow.

Maybe he's dismissed her as one of those women who've taken the pills for so long that they've forgotten their true nature. She frowns at the doctor, trying to figure out what he's thinking from his pensive expression. He's still writing on the pad even though she hasn't said anything more. When he finally looks up, it is with an expectant expression.

She feels the need to elaborate. "And not like- not from taking pills or anything. Presented two years ago, when I was sixteen. Though lactation hasn't been much of a problem. I've been milking myself twice daily, two hundred and fifty milliliters to five hundred every day, depending on the nutritional intake the day before-" She stops blabbering. She can literally see the doctor's brain go into hibernate mode as he starts scribbling nonsense in the notepad.

He probably handles hundreds of fake hucow cases a month. She still sees him making weird scribbles in her file. It's a thin file, since this is her first visit. He's quickly filling up the single sheet and she is suspicious that he's not paying attention to her at all.

There aren't that many Hucow clinics in the world, seeing as there aren't enough hucows to make Hucow clinics profitable. There are Specialized Clinics to deal with those hucow-wannabes. They take a cocktail of medication in order to achieve what she manages to do naturally. Most doctors are used to treating the side-effects from the pills than treating actual hucow symptoms. She frowns at the doctor and wonders if he is going to be of any help to her at all.

Coming here was a mistake. She should've gone to the doctor that the government assigned for her when she first presented. She shudders at the mere memory of the older doctor. Doctor Aldrich, to put lightly, gives her the creeps. She has gone to one government-mandated checkup and then proceeded to block the doctor's number on her phone.

She flinches when he prompts, "Please, continue, Ms. Sasha."

Resisting the urge to let out a long, suffering sigh, she goes straight to the point. "I'm still a virgin."

Well, that certain got his attention. "You say you presented two years ago?"

She nods.

"You've never had the urge?" he continues.

She shrugs. "Even if I have, I couldn't go through with it."

"Meaning..."

She finds a spot on the floor behind him and marvels at the great job their janitor has done on it. Not a speck of dust in the pure white room. "Meaning I can't get myself aroused enough. I produce slick, like all hucows are supposed to, but I can't get a single finger inside me. I can't come from clitoral stimulation either." The more she talks about it, the more frustrated she sounds.

She is frustrated. Being hucow should be a blessing. Everybody wants to be one. Girls grow up dreaming they would exhibit the signs, wishing they'd be one of those perfect young women with bodies everybody craves.

She is blessed with all the things that comes with being hucow and yet she can't enjoy any of it other than the steady income her nutritious milk brings her. Her daily milking is a chore. Initially, she found pleasure in pinching her nipples, in finding the right pressure to put on her areola to urge milk to release from the tip of her nipples. The pleasure quickly ceases when she fails to make herself orgasm even after bringing herself to the edge over and over. It is some kind of torture.

Nowadays, she sees it as a chore that she needs to do daily in order to pump the excess milk from her breasts and then put them in sterile bottles. The sale from the milk is funding her college education and then some. At least that's one good thing she's gotten from being hucow. Her milk sells for a ridiculous price.

"Is this some kind of trick, Ms. Sasha?" the doctor asks, his expression going from tired to furious so quickly it drains the blood from her face. She doesn't know what she's said to bring forth his anger, but she is not completely unaffected, feeling quite angry as well.

"Why would I lie about something like this?" she counters, feeling suddenly cold even though she is dressed very warmly.

The nurse chooses the exact moment to interrupt, poking his head in through the open door to say, "Not the first time a woman's gotten in the office to get her pussy touched by the good doctor."