Mercy Aromatherapy

Mercy Aromatherapy
by Unknown

VERSION 1

"Excuse me, sir?" I looked up from the magazine I was reading to see the young woman at the front desk beckoning me. "Dr. Ziegler will see you now?" She said as if she was repeating herself. She was. I guess I wasn't exactly paying attention. "O-Oops, I'm sorry about that." I got up and walked over to the desk. She smiled and laughed a bit. "That's okay, just go around back. I'm sure she's already gotten set up back there. I nodded, put the magazine back, and then headed around into the office. I was supposed to be getting a physical from a new doctor, and I heard Dr. Ziegler was the best. "Doctor Mercy" is what they called her, apparently. I didn't particularly have my hopes up. I knocked on her door, which only pushed it open slightly. Guess she leaves it unlocked. She looked up from her desk and smiled. "Ah, you must be the new patient I've been waiting to see. Come in, come in." She said in a slightly over-cheerful voice. "Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe some coffee?" I kindly refused her offer. "No thanks, that's okay..." She nodded and poured herself a cup, then started to direct me.

"If you would be so kind, please have a seat right there." She pointed to a therapist couch and I immediately cringed at the thought. "Uhh, Doctor Ziegler, was it? I'm not really here for a therapy session...maybe you got your appointments mixed up?" She shook her head and spoke again. "I'm quite sure I know what I'm doing, love. Please have a seat." For someone so peaceful looking, she was a little intimidating. "Y-Yes, ma'am." I sat on the edge of the couch, and she stood up from her desk, and came around, sitting on the front of it. "Now please, tell me what you have been experiencing. Why are you here today?" I leaned back a bit and told her everything. "I've been having headaches a lot lately, and I've been having issues...I dunno...getting going?" She looked a bit puzzled. "Getting going...? What exactly do you mean?" I blushed a bit. I hope she didn't take that the wrong way. "Uh, you know, getting going. I feel lazy...tired...lethargic I guess would be the word?" She chuckled at that, and pulled out a clipboard to start writing.

She started with a few questions. Have I been getting enough sleep? If so, how many hours a day? Do I exercise? Basic stuff. I answered everything, and she tapped her pen against her lips, thinking. Then the questions got a bit more personal. Did I do drugs? Have I ever done drugs. Did I have a sex life? I tried joking around the last question "Wow, Doc, don't you think we should get to know each other better first?" She stared at me, apparently not thinking the joke was amusing. "S-Sorry..." She blew it off. "That's quite alright, dear. Most patients just ask me stuff like that straight away. Really? They do? They must have some balls. "W-Wow. I'm sorry to uh...I'm sorry to hear that?" She laughed and stood back up from her desk "That's quite alright. Boys will be boys, after all. Regardless, I'm worried about you. I'm going to write you a prescription, and I want you to take it for the week in between this visit and our next. That should help alleviate your slugishness until I can really work with you."

Really work with me? I didn't really like the sound of that. I was starting to think she might not be all she was cracked up to be. At any rate, I took the prescription and left the office, picking the medicine up on the way home. I took some after dinner and decided to get an early rest. Things went smoothly for the next couple days, and I started to feel a bit relieved. "Well...she didn't really DO anything, but I'm glad to be feeling better, anyway. I went about my business, and got another good night's rest. The next day, however, things weren't so good. I felt just as, if not MORE sluggish than before the visit. "Shit...this isn't good. It's still early...maybe I should call Dr. Ziegler though..." I did, just to play it safe. "Yes, this is Doctor Ziegler's office. Angela Ziegler speaking." "U-Uh, hi, Dr. Ziegler. It's me again. Um, I was taking the medication you prescribed to me, and at first, things were going great, but now? I feel much worse..." She sounded a bit worried as she spoke. "Oh, dear. That's not good. You don't have anything to worry about as long as you haven't developed any additional symptoms, but please. If you can, try to make it to my office as soon as possible." I finished up the phone call, made a quick breakfast to take the meds with, and headed for her office.

Upon making it there, Angela was already speaking with another patient, seemingly just finishing up. As she said her goodbyes, she noticed me coming in and waved me over "Ah, there you are. Please, go have a seat in my office and I'll be in there shortly." I nodded and did as she instructed. A few minutes later, she came into the office with a tray in her hands. "Please, I've made you some herbal tea. It would be best if you drink it." The way she said it had me a bit worried, but at this point, I didn't really care. I took the cup and placed it to my lips, sipping the hot mixture. "This is pretty good. Thank you, Doctor Ziegler." She smiled and sat next to me on the couch. She felt my head with the back of her hand, and then stood back up. "Okay, well there a few different things we can try. I don't want to try anything too intensive, as your symptoms are still not that bad, but it's up to you in the end. However, I do recommend aromatherapy to help reinvigorate you and clean out your body." I sighed slightly. "Aromatherapy...doctor, is that really effective? I mean..." She interrupted me. "Well, in many cases, it does. It can ease a person, and make them more productive. If you're overcome with stress, then I really do think you should try it."

I looked up at her. "Yeah, I mean, I guess things have been rougher than usual at my job..." I shrugged. "I'll try the aromatherapy." She smiled and clapped her hands together. "Very good! Give me a few minutes and I'll be back soon with some of the-" She stopped and looked at me. "I almost forgot. We can either do an inhalation method, or a scented oil massage." I shivered. "Uh...inhalation. Please." She laughed and nodded, then walked out of the office. I leaned back against the wall and waited for her to get back. When she did get back, she was carrying a tray with all sorts of lamps and oils. She calmed my worries as she spoke. "Now, this may look like a lot, but we'll only be using two. One to clear the air, and the one that you will be inhaling. The mixture should act in a way that will clear your mind and help clean and impurities you may have." Clear my mind? Impurities? I couldn't deny I was a little skeptical of this. "Okay, doctor. Whatever you say."

After she set up what she had to, she told me lie down and close my eyes. Within minutes, I felt the atmosphere change at the scented oil took hold of me. She told me to relax and breathe, and to think of things that I want to result from this. I felt peaceful, and I started to think maybe my skepticism was wrong. That peace was shattered, though, when I heard a noise that sounded like a fart. "Oh my..." I heard Angela say nervously. "I'm terribly sorry, dear. It seems like my breakfast isn't agreeing with me." I laughed it off and told her it was fine. After all, I could barely smell it with all the oils. The room was quiet, with the faint sound of people talking in the waiting room being the only thing I could hear. Until it happened again. I opened my eyes to see Angela sitting on her desk, holding her stomach in pain. The fact that her ass was pressed up against the desk top made her gas sound louder than it should have been. She was blushing and closing her eyes. When she opened them and noticed me looking at her, she started waving one hand. "Close your eyes! You'll ruin the therapy!" I hope she was overreacting because she was embarrassed. Otherwise...whew. Scary. I closed my eyes and resumed the session.

I heard her mumbling as she got up and started to walk around. "How are you feeling so far?" She asked hesitantly. "Uh, I'm fine, Doctor Ziegler. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be." I was trying to take her mind off what just happened. I heard her giggle as she walked up to the couch. I felt her hand touch my forehead again. The moment it did, though, I heard her let out some more gas. She was right next to me, so I definitely heard it. It was long, and I could tell her stomach was hurting, because it sounded wet. "Um...Doctor? Maybe we should reschedule...?" I didn't want to embarrass her further, but her scent was starting to drown out the scent of the oils. All I could smell now was her. "N-No, no. I think that was the last of it. Although I have to say, this is the last time I have anything spicy for breakfast!" She laughed, clearly trying to get her mind off the embarrassment. "C-Can we at least open a window or something...?" She made a noise of disappointment. "As much as I'd like to, that would lessen the effects of the therapy..."

Her gas was doing that already. But, Doctor's orders, I guess. I heard her walk back to her chair and start shuffling some papers. I don't know if she was doing that to get some noise in the room, but it didn't help. I heard the next three farts that slipped out of her. Her chair did a good job of muffling it, but too bad it didn't silence them. "Whew...that's strong..." I heard her whisper. I pretended not to hear her. Eventually, the smell made its way over to me, and I did my best to ignore it. Damn, what did she eat...? I heard her moving the chair around, then I opened my eyes to see her opening her file cabinet. When she turned back around I quickly shut my eyes and heard her speak up. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to refill the oil in the lamp. I think it's best after...yeah..." Her voice trailed off. I nodded, and I heard her get up to refill it. Suddenly, the door opened, and the receptionist started speaking. "Sorry to bother you Angela, but a patient is on the phone. Says it's urgen-" She gagged slightly "Damn, why does it smell so bad in here...?" I heard her voice go up as she tried to maintain her whisper. I heard Angela quickly walk over to her as she started whispering back. The receptionist then left, and I heard her laughing a bit.

I kind of felt bad for Angela. This must be humiliating for her. She walked back over to her desk as a small fart sneaked out of her on the way. Too bad the smell wasn't small. I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings at this point. "H-How are you feeling...?" I lied to her. "I'm feeling good, Doctor. I think the treatment is working." As if to spite me, right after I said that, she let out the biggest fart yet. It sounded even bigger thanks to her desk top again. It didn't take long for the stench to reach me, and I sat up, having to cover my nose. The oil wasn't even noticeable any more. "Doctor Ziegler, please..." She sat on the desk, her head in her hands. "I'm sorry. I've never had it this bad before...I just, had a bad breakfast is all. I'm so sorry..." Okay. Now I genuinely felt bad. This was basically my first real appointment with her. What a first impression. She tried adding another lamp to start the process over, but she farted again after she bent down to pick up the refill for it. It was long and a bit squeaky, so I tried my best not to laugh, but when she stood up, she wasn't doing anything remotely close to laughing.

She walked over to the front of her desk, leaned against it, and held onto the corners. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and groaned as she started to push. Her face got red as she started farting again. They were longer, stinkier farts, and she was visibly in pain, but she kept pushing them out. She managed a total of 7 more farts before finally stopping. "Whew...THAT should be the last of them..." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't take the pain anymore..." She gently rubbed her stomach. "Oh, come now, they weren't THAT bad, were they?" I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. The room was filled with the smell of her farts. Every breath I took was another noseful of the foul odor. She suddenly put on a serious expression "Okay, they were bad. We'll start the therapy again after the room clears?" As she said that, she opened a window and started to waft the gas out. "Actually, Doc, if we could reschedule, that'd be better. I don't have time for another session..." She frowned and nodded understandingly. "Okay, if you say so. I'll give you an appointment card, and you can come in then. I'll be sure to avoid anything spicy that day!" We both laughed a little, she wrote me up a card, and I got on my way. I felt sorry for whoever had the next appointment, though...

VERSION 2

She sat next to me and looked me dead in the face. "Now, you never told me about your sex life? A healthy sex life can be important, you know. Do you have sex regularly, or...perhaps self-stimulate...?" I felt my face get hot and red with embarrassment. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, of course. I just want to cover all the bases." I nodded. I didn't really want to answer, but I felt I HAD to. It was something about Doctor Ziegler that just...made me feel weak. "U-Uh...yeah, I'm single at the moment, but I, uh...I self-stimulate, er...masturbate quite a bit..." I looked at the carpet the entire time, sweat starting to form on my face. She laughed. "There's nothing wrong with that. It IS healthy, after all. Now please, I'm going to run some tests before we begin the aromatherapy, so please, pants off, young man."

I froze up. Pants off? The fuck was she talking about? Everything in my mind was telling me to get up and leave the office, but for some reason, I decided to stay and comply. "D-Doc, I was in a hurry this morning...I don't have any..." She looked down at my crotch and laughed. "No underwear? That's fine, I won't look." My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Was she serious? I'm pretty sure this wasn't a regular thing...I mean, yeah, I've stripped for Doctors before, but this felt so different. "Y-Yeah...okay." I mumbled before standing up and pulling my pants off. I was already semi-hard because of this whole experience. She started feeling my legs and thighs. "You're all tensed up...that's not good." She said softly. "W-Well yeah...this isn't a daily thing for me, Doc..."

She stood up, and then ordered me to sit down. She hadn't looked at me since I stripped, but her words were soft and calm. "Please, relax and close your eyes. If you want, you can get dressed again." Strangely, I didn't want to. "N-No, that's alright...just...can we start this?" I heard her click her tongue. "Tsk. Such a rush. But yes, we will get started right away." I closed my eyes like she asked and waited for what happened next. She was humming gently as I heard her make her way over. I don't know if she was looking or not anymore, but I didn't care. "Now please lay down on the couch. I'm going to set the oils up and you let me know when you can notice them." I did as she instructed and waited. And waited. And waited. I heard a faint hissing-like sound. "That must be the oil lamp or whatever, right?" She didn't answer.

"Doc, I..." I opened my eyes to see if she was still there. She was. Mostly her ass. It was inches from my face, and I just stared at it. I was speechless. "Oh dear, you weren't supposed to open your eyes..." I could barely hear her. I was lost in the sight right in front of me. I instantly got hard and she took notice. "Oh, well THERE'S a healthy reaction!" I felt my face get hot again and tried to get up. She pushed me back down. She was in nothing but a black t-shirt and matching thong. I guess she was busy undressing while I had my eyes closed. "D-Doc...? What are you...?" She pressed her finger to my lips. "Shh...Don't be a bad patient." With that, she got on top of me, her ass firmly on my chest as she sat facing away from me. She was surprisingly light. I stiffened up as I felt her soft, warm hand grab my hard cock. "D-Doc...wait...what about the a-aromatherapy...?" She started to glide her hand up and down my cock, her skin smooth as silk.

"We'll get to that soon enough, I assure you." She maintained a steady pace, sliding her hand up and down, up and down. I bit my lip. This felt much better than whenever I masturbated. I closed my eyes, and soon heard a wispy puff of air slip out from her ass. My chest felt warm, and I quickly shot up. "Doc...did you just...?" She looked back and nodded slowly. "All part of the aromatherapy." Normally, I'd find that shit disgusting, but with her ass in my face and her hand on my cock, it felt...different. The smell hit me hard, and at first I wanted to gag, but the sensations my body was receiving made me think differently. In a way, her fart smelled...good? I leaned back, closed my eyes, and took it in. She kept working my cock, occasionally releasing more of her gas. The smell was exceptionally strong, but I was loving it. I didn't want this to end.

"How are you feeling so far...?" She asked in a low, almost sultry voice. "A-Amazing...I don't know what to say, Doc. This is..." She turned around and pressed her finger to her lip. "Shhh...don't say anything. I can see it in your face. I blushed a bit as she stood up, slowly removed her thong, and motioned with her hand for me to get up as well. I sat up and looked at her. "W-What's next...? That's not all, right...?" The hell...? As I heard myself ask that, I shook my head. Did I WANT more...? "Doctor Ziegler, I..." She interrupted me. "Uh-uh. Please. Call me Angela." I looked at her intently. "S-Sure...Angela, I..." She turned around and sat on my lap. Her bare ass rubbed up against my cock, and that was almost enough to send me over the edge. But she wasn't finished. Again, she started to let out more of her gas. They made her ass vibrate softly on my cock, and it felt amazing. "A-Angela...wait..." I saw her shake her head, and she continued.

The smell was quickly intensifying, and I wanted to take her right there. But I sat there and let her work me some more. She started to grind up against me, occasionally letting out a fart or two to help with the sensations. I didn't have one, but I think I'd definitely be leaving this office with a fart fetish. Her ass was just as smooth as her hand was, and it was driving me insane. My cock was firmly nestled between her cheeks, and she started to move it up and down, slightly at first, then picking up a bit of speed. "Angela...I don't think I'm going to last much longer..." She got up, and ordered me to lay back down. She didn't have to ask me twice at this point. She got back on top of me, in her original position, but this time, she smothered my face with her ass. Despite the fact that she'd been farting for the past 20 minutes or so, it smelled great. My body shivered with excitement as she wiggled her hips, burying me a bit deeper. I felt her lay a bit flatter, and I entered heaven with what she did next.

She took my cock into her mouth and started to bob her head up and down on it. My breathing sped up, and my heart beat got much faster. I broke out into a sweat from how good her mouth felt on me as she swirled her tongue around the head. "Holy s-shit...Angela, I..." She let some more pungent gas out directly into my face. The strong smell was intensified up close, and I almost lost it right there. I couldn't breathe anything but her scent. It was getting musky, but I loved it even more. She sped up a bit, taking my entire cock now, and I was getting ready to cum. I tried to get her attention, but she kept on both sucking and passing gas. I came hard in her mouth, and she moaned approvingly. After she swallowed my load, she brought her hands back, placed them on her ass, spread herself, and let out one last potent fart. The longest and worst smelling one. I breathed it all in, and then laid there, spent.

She got up, wiped her mouth, and looked at me endearingly. "Well, well...how do you feel now?" She asked in a teasing tone. I couldn't even speak. I was dizzy. I just received a handjob, buttjob, AND blowjob from a 10/10 blonde, and the room still hung heavy with her smell. It was an experience I'd never forget. "I guess it's safe to assume you're feeling a bit better." She giggled an angelic giggle, and pulled her thong and pants back on. She walked over to her desk and sat on it, crossing her legs. "So, I'll write you another prescription, and if you're not feeling better within, say...a week, you can always come back and see me." She winked at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Was this offer going to stay on the table...? At any rate, I got cleaned up, dressed and got ready to leave. She handed me the prescription, and I thanked her again for everything. It was surreal. The excitement in the air from a few minutes ago was gone, and the professionalism she exuded was back. It almost felt like a dream. She smiled and walked me to the door, then nodded and shook my hand as I left. "It was a pleasure." Was the last thing she said. The pleasure was all mine, though.