Arriving at the training wing infirmary, a man walked out with a manifest smile as I walked in.
"Ah, XX01?" asked MD17, swiftly turning towards me, her fiery red hair flaring around her head in a whip-like motion. "What can I do for you?"
Damn, she looked gorgeous! 10/10! "Hi! I... Hum... I don't feel like myself." I said, heading straight to the table and facing the wall, avoiding looking at her.
"Huh," she chuckled. "After twelve days on a high dose of gamma-testis, no idea why! Let's make a complete checkup anyway, just to be sure. Please undress."
While checking my heart rate, she asked: "Did you know you're famous?"
"Am I?"
"Yeah! Rumors say your leadership attribution was unanimous. That's quite rare!"
"Really? I didn't know."
"Any idea why?" MD17 asked while checking my lungs.
I shrugged. "Because I'm the best with a sword? Well, with a gun as well, but it's less impressive, I think."
"You believe you're better than fighters?" she scoffed.
"I meant in simulations, of course. I never really held a sword or a gun. It's just, you asked-"
"I heard your squadron members like you," she interrupted me. "And that you like them back?"
"Isn't that how it's supposed to be?" I asked. "We're brothers, after all. I mean, I know we're not like, brothers brothers. But, raised together and all. It creates a strong bond."
"Strong bond? My ass! I also had brothers once. They didn't care," she said, shrugging. "Old story, let's change the topic. Why don't you tell me about your symptoms?"
"Where to start? I can't sleep. All I think about is, you know, sex. Every time I bump into a woman, I freeze and awkwardly stare at them. Whenever I finally fall asleep, I have weird yet realistic dreams. Sometimes, I even daydream. I'm always one second away from jumping on a woman, including you, here and now. It's like, I have an unscratchable itch, and it's driving me nuts!"
"Hmmm. Sounds like a typical morning for any man," she giggled. "Except you're not expecting to get blowjobs every hour yet."
"What?"
"Eh, I'm silly. Nevermind! Mind telling me one of these dreams instead?" she asked.
I sighed. "This is embarrassing..."
"Did you dream of me?" she laughed.
I didn't know what to say and was very happy to face away from her. Of course, I dreamt of her. Along with all the women I met more than a couple of times and could remember.
"Come on, you made me curious!" encouraged MD17. "I could pretend I'm trying to assess the severity of your symptoms. But the truth is, this will probably be the funniest thing I'll hear today!"
"Fine," I gave up.
"Yay," she said, clapping.
"Last night," I started, "I dreamt I was with KS12 in the classroom. She was shouting at me because, well, I don't know. Maybe I did something or said something. She was trying hard to look tough, as usual. But I somehow knew it was just a facade. I walked to her, and she walked back, keeping her distance from me until she hit a wall. I saw in her eyes her act drop. I grabbed and turned her around, throwing her face first against the wall. I slipped a hand on her chest to grab one of her breasts. Her nipple was already hard. I pulled out my penis and fucked her, just like that, against that wall. And she loved it. She yelled, asking for more, telling me how she would have loved to be strong like me. And then I woke up."
MD17 sighed. "Damn, you're good! I think you just turned me on!" she giggled.
"I did?"
"Turn around, please."
I obeyed, and she was directly in front of me, her cleavage right there, so close yet so far. MD17 grabbed my chin and tilted my head up so I could look her in the eyes. "Up there, kiddo, stay with me. Listen, you look fine to me for someone in your medical condition. Not much I can do."
I started trembling. "I'm scared..." I said.
"Scared?” She frowned. “That's unusual. Scared of what?"
"Scared that I will lose control, hurt someone, or do something I wouldn't want in other circumstances." I paused. "The other day, I saw one of my brothers grab another from behind and mimic fucking him like KS13 did KS12. And he wasn't in control anymore."
"What did you do?" asked MD17, raising one of her red eyebrows. "Did you stop them?"
I shook my head.
"Why not?"
"Well, they both seemed to like it?"
"How could you tell?"
"Because, otherwise, they wouldn't have swapped positions afterward."
MD17 laughed. Without noticing, my gaze focused on MD17's perfect breasts again. MD17 noticed and sighed. "Oh, men... XX01, I'm here? Yoohoo?"
"I'm sorry..." I started to sob.
"No, I'm sorry, XX01... I knew such a high dose would be hard on you all, but orders are orders. I can't do anything for you!"
"Please... I'm begging you..." I whispered.
MD17 sighed. "Well, if it is that difficult, I can reduce your dosage. But not much. It could help, maybe. But chances are you won't even notice the difference."
"No, not that," I added, nodding at her crotch.
"Ah, here we go again... I fucking knew it!" she complained.
I started crying.
Surprisingly, her face shifted from outrage to pity. She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Argh! Fine..."
She quickly raised her top above her breasts, exposing them as they bounced a few times. They were covered with tiny freckles, just like her face. She then pulled her skirt up, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Don't you dare to judge me! You're at least the twentieth to have asked me this morning, so I gave up wearing anything under my skirt. But you're the first one that cried."
Her pussy looked different than KS12's, maybe meatier? After a long stare, I looked back into her eyes and slowly extended my hand toward her crotch. She nodded in agreement and leaned closer, allowing her body to come within reach. With delicate strokes, my fingers traced the soft skin of her slender thigh, savoring its smoothness. I slid my hand toward her crotch and stopped just before reaching her vulva. I could feel the heat radiating from it on my fingers. After licking my index and middle fingers, I pushed them into her vagina.
"Hey! Slowly, boy!" she protested. "It's sensitive!"
It felt incredibly satisfying. I let a quiet moan out.
MD17 smiled. "Talk to me," she said. "Do you feel better?"
"I feel like... I can finally scratch that itch. It feels so great! Is this how having sex feels? I mean, for men?" I asked, slowly wiggling my fingers in there, noticing differences in the textures inside.
"Well, I don't know. But from my experience, I'd say it feels better than this by several orders of magnitude. So much that my pair didn't even think of putting fingers in there in months!"
I mindlessly started to move my fingers in and out, thrusting in a little faster each time until MD17 stopped me. "XX01! That's enough! What do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, sorry..." I said, immediately pulling out. "Thank you so much! I feel better now! I think I can be on my way," I said, scared of what I could do if I kept going. I came down from the table as MD17 stepped back.
"Always happy to help." MD17 quickly composed herself, redressing as we continued our conversation. "But please, don't tell anyone. I shouldn't have let you touch me."
"Never!" I said.
"I'm not joking. Keep your mouth shut. I'm very serious!"
"Yes, yes, not a word! But... What if it gets too hard again?"
"Your problem now," said MD17. "It will be easier when you get a carer to tend to your needs. In the meantime, suck your fingers and think of me."
We both chuckled, but then my mood changed.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"That felt great for me, but KS12 never said. Does sex feel good for women?"
"For some."
"What about you?"
"This is a very personal question! I suppose it's destined to remain one of life's mysteries." MD17 giggled. "I'll never know how a penis feels, and you'll never know what it feels like to have a vagina. Maybe it's better this way. Now, please, off you go!"
I smiled and headed to the door, discreetly sniffing her scent still on my fingers. "MD17?" I asked before stepping out. "Why did you say I'll never know how a vagina feels?"
"Because squadron leaders are the only ones guaranteed to be assigned fighters, silly."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah, I'm sure!"
I immediately ran to the boys and told them proudly what happened.
"No way!" said XX04, excited.
"I swear, don't you dare tell anyone about this, right? If anyone else hears I've been fingering MD17, we'd be in trouble."
"We all fingered KS12 and are fine," said XX07.
"Because the General allowed it," said XX02. "But I heard same-sex or student-women physical contact is forbidden."
"I don't want to take that chance anyway, alright? But listen, guys, this was amazing. The best thing in the world, as KS13 said, and that wasn't even my dick! Come on, Thirty! You have to become a fighter too! You'll be missing out so much!"
"Thanks, but no thanks," said XX30 quietly. "Besides, I don't know what all the fuss is about. When we saw KS12's slit, it was intriguing, at most. And now you guys all go crazy for every woman you see, and you're all excited because you got your fingers warm. What's going on?"
"But this feels so good!" said XX04, frenetically jumping on his bed.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm more concerned about what's happening to you for not feeling the same as us."
"Can't you see they're messing with your heads?" said XX30. "You don't look like yourself anymore. It's all the hormone's work like KS12 explained."
"Boys, the little one is right," said XX02. "Remember, there's a reason why they gave us those hormones. And there's a reason why the women are wearing sexy uniforms."
"Maybe they want to please us?" said XX04.
"Don't be stupid!" said XX02. "The General, he's manipulating everyone. We should at least try to keep our heads cool. And like KS12 said, our hormones should eventually go down soon, then we shouldn't care anymore."
Smart thinking but i fear it's going to turn really bad really soon ...
Slowly but surely