The Doctor's Fart Therapy
The waiting room was quiet, save for the occasional cough and sniffle. The receptionist glanced up at the clock, noting the time with a sigh. Another patient had arrived for their appointment with Dr. Ariel, and she was running late. She stood up, smoothing out her skirt before approaching the newcomer.
"Ms. Lopez?" she asked, glancing down at her file. "You're next to see the doctor."
The woman nodded, taking a deep breath as she rose from her seat. Her eyes were red and watery, her skin pale and clammy to the touch. Whatever was ailing her had clearly taken its toll.
As she entered the examination room, she couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over her. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light emanating from a small desk lamp placed beside the doctor's chair. The air was thick with anticipation, and Ms. Lopez found herself gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
Dr. Ariel glided into the room, her heels clicking against the floor. She was dressed in her signature white coat, but there was something different about her today. Ms. Lopez couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was an air of confidence about the doctor that she hadn't noticed before.
"Hello, Ms. Lopez," Dr. Ariel said warmly, taking a seat across from her patient. "I understand you're experiencing respiratory issues. How can I help you today?"
Ms. Lopez took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I... I've been having trouble breathing," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It feels like there's something stuck in my throat, and every time I cough, it only gets worse."
Dr. Ariel nodded, her brow furrowing in concern. "I see," she murmured, reaching for a stethoscope hanging around her neck. She placed it against Ms. Lopez's chest, listening closely to her heartbeat before moving up to her ears.
As she listened, Ms. Lopez couldn't help but notice the slightest shake of the doctor's shoulders. Was she... laughing? Before she could question it further, Dr. Ariel pulled away, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"I think I know just what you need, Ms. Lopez," she said, her voice low and seductive. "It's time for a little experiment. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath."
Ms. Lopez did as she was told, her eyelids fluttering shut as the scent of... something wafted into her nostrils. It was faint at first, but it quickly grew stronger, filling her lungs and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she tried to catch her breath.
"What... what is that smell?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Dr. Ariel grinned, standing up from her chair. She slowly undid the top button of her white coat, revealing the source of the scent. "Why don't you come here and have a closer look?" she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief.
With shaking hands, Ms. Lopez rose from her seat, taking hesitant steps towards the doctor. As she drew closer, she could see that the source of the smell was indeed Dr. Ariel herself. But it wasn't just her breath - there was a certain... fullness to her movements that she hadn't noticed before.
"My goodness," Ms. Lopez breathed, her eyes going wide. "You're... you're farting on purpose!"
Dr. Ariel laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Ms. Lopez's spine. "I am," she confirmed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I think it's going to do you a world of good."
And with that, she stepped closer, her fart wafting gently towards Ms. Lopez's face. The woman hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath, her eyes squeezing shut as the scent filled her nostrils. And then, suddenly, she felt her body relax, the tension draining away. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the doctor's, their gazes locked in a moment of shared understanding.
"You see, Ms. Lopez," Dr. Ariel said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Farts can be quite therapeutic, when used correctly."
From that day forward, Ms. Lopez would always remember her time with Dr. Ariel. While her respiratory issues never completely disappeared, she found herself relying on the doctor's unique brand of therapy time and time again. And when she finally mustered up the courage to ask about those mysterious rumors she'd heard about her coworker Jack's "skills", Dr. Ariel simply smiled and nodded knowingly.
"Oh, don't worry about him," she said with a wink. "We'll get to that soon enough."
