After months of unemployment, youâve finally managed to score a job at a local gym. Sure, it was one of those female-only gyms, but the advert in the local paper welcomed all-comers. There was only one catch: Before you could start, you had to pass a stress test. Youâre not worried, though⌠Youâre a fit guy, youâve done that sort of thing before. Should be a piece of cake.
You arrive at the address Judy from the gym gave you. It doesnât look like any doctorâs office youâd ever been to⌠This is a residential address, in the nice part of town, but otherwise nondescript. Oh well, sometimes these private doctors worked from home, right? You make your way up the path and knock on the door.
âCome in!â a female voice responds. Probably the doctorâs receptionist, or maybe his wife. Hopefully the wait wouldnât be too long.
You let yourself in and follow the voice to the back of the house. As you enter a small office space, youâre met by a woman in a nurses uniform.
âHi, you must be here for the gym job. Judy sends me a lot of their potential employees.â
âOh uh, yeahâŚâ You lick your lips nervously. Youâd been imagining some crotchety, white-haired, semi-retired male doctor. This was quite the shock. Thatâs probably the idea⌠you think to yourself, they want to keep their candidates off their toes, to get the measure of the man.
âDonât worry!â She laughs, reading your expression, âI do this all the time. The gym just wants to make sure youâre up to the task at hand. You can imagine how embarrassing itâd be for them if they hired someone not fit for the environment, right?â
âTotally,â You agree.
âGreat, Iâll start by listening to your heart.â
You sit down in the indicated chair, and breathe in sharply as she places the cold stethoscope against your chest. She moves it from point to point, making small notes on her pad as she listens to your heartbeat and checks your pulse. You feel the first warm flush of arousal move through you at her touch⌠Sheâs a really cute nurse. You feel your cock start to harden in your shorts.
âHuhâŚâ She scribbles down another number, âYour heart sounds good. Nice, strong beat. Healthy. But why shouldnât it? Weâre just sitting here, in this comfortable roomâŚâ
âDo you want me to move around a bit?â You offer. You know the drill. Do a few jumping jacks, jog in place for sixty seconds, cough⌠Itâs all pretty routine.
âNo, no need for thatâŚâ She replies, âIâm sure everything would check out. Truth be told, itâs not your heart the gym is worried about overstressing.â
âOh?â You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your hard cock aching slightly. You feel a slight stickiness at the front of your shorts where a little drop of precum has moistened your boxer shorts.
âItâs okay, relax. Let me measure your reaction to thisâŚâ
Your cock surges in your pants as the nurse slowly unzips her uniform, revealing a deep, luscious cleavage. You try not to stare, but thereâs nowhere else you can look without making it obvious what youâre avoiding. Instead you maintain a steady eye contact, her breasts filling your peripheral vision.
She replaces her stethoscope on your chest and listens again, âYour pulse has picked up a little bit, how are you feeling?â
âUh, Y-yeah, fineâŚâ You stammer.
âNo strong reaction?â
âN-noâŚâ You mutter as your throbbing cock makes a liar of you. You shift in your seat again, and suppress a moan as the movement gives your dick just the slightest taste of the friction itâs craving. You grit your teeth and stare pointedly at the far wall.
âExcuse me, sir,â She clicks her fingers, bringing your attention back to her, âYou need to focus on the tests if you want a clean bill of health. How are you feeling?â
âFine,â You say, trying and failing to keep your eyes off her tits.
âMm-hmm...â She leans in, giving you an even better look down her top, âAre you hard right now?â She asks breathily.
âW-what? No!â You jerk your glance away, trying to ignore your twitching, throbbing, leaking cock. Your heat is really beating now. This isnât what you were picturing at all. Embarrassment, confusion, and anxiety mix with your flushed state, pushing you to a heady new level of arousal. You ball your hands into fists and try to think of something else...
âHm, thatâs not a normal reaction to the test⌠One moment.â She makes another note, and as sheâs distracted you steal another glance at her massive breasts. You canât help yourself. Every time you glance at her boobs youâre rewarded with a pulse of pure ecstasy. You drag your eyes away as she turns her gaze back to you.
âOkay, Iâm going to increase the stimulus and measure the result. Are you ready?â
Without waiting for a reply, her hand slips back down to her top.
She slowly pulls it aside, exposing her big, beautiful breasts fully. You donât even try to hide your reaction. Even if you could try and play it cool, the dramatic tent in your gym shorts is making your state of excitement very clear. The nurse glances down at your crotch, which throbs at her attention. Your boxers are becoming very sticky.
âAroused now?â She asks, a coy edge sneaking into her otherwise professional demeanor.
âUh, yeahâŚâ You see no point in lying.
âGood. This is the test.â She thrusts her chest out towards you, âYouâll be working at an all-female gym. The patrons will be doing a lot of flexing, and bending, and stretching, all in very tight outfits⌠Itâs important that you can get through your shift without traumatising the customers by exploding in your pants. Do you understand?â
âYesâŚâ You swallow hard. When she said âexploding in your pantsâ you almost did just that. Your rock hard cock is visibly twitching against the fabric of your shorts in time with your pulse. You feel your balls drawing up, cum backing up, the need for release is growing and growing⌠But you canât do anything to relieve the pressure⌠Itâs building, building, buildingâŚ
âSo all you need to do is stare at my breasts for ten seconds, and Iâll pass you. Youâll be able to start Monday. Think you can do that?â
âJust look at my big, sexy titties. Thatâs all you have to do. Stare, and donât cum. Here we go⌠Ten⌠NineâŚâ
You can already feel the hot cum creeping up your cock. She counts down slowly, dragging each number out so that they take several seconds each⌠Eiiiiiiiiight⌠Seeeeeeveeeen⌠She presses herself against the table, and you canât even suppress your moan as the soft flesh of her breasts swell in your vision. Your eyes are absolutely locked to her boobs⌠You shudder as your orgasm starts to crest. You really need this job⌠Siiiiiiix⌠Fiiiiiiiive⌠You canât cum, you canât stop yourself from cumming⌠Your cock is a leaky, twitchy mess and youâre about to cum... Fooooooour... Threeeeeee... Oh no, here it comes, here it comes... Got to think of somethingâŚ
In a stroke of panicked genius, you pretend to fall off your chair.
You hit the ground hard, allowing your head to dramatically bounce against the carpet. You lay there, feigning unconsciousness, giving yourself a chance to gather your composure, and hopefully, giving your cock a chance to settle down. You hear the scuffle of chair legs as the nurse stands up.
âAre you okay?â She asks. She sounds concerned, but not that concerned, as if she suspects the ruse. You keep your eyes closed and groan, âAhh my head, I think I have a concussion. Can you get dressed and take me to the hospital?â
âOkay!â You hear the rustling of clothes, âCan you open your eyes?â
âYes, I think soâŚâ Your cock is still buzzing with pleasure, caught on the verge of an orgasm denied, still bulging and throbbing in your trunks, ready to go over the edge at the slightest provocation⌠But you should be able to ride it out now that sheâs dressed.
âAh shiiiiiii-..!â You convulse helplessly on the ground as your cock erupts in your pants, pumping wad after wad of hot cum into your shorts. You canât even begin to hide whatâs happening; you ejaculate uncontrollably as the nurseâs huge boobs fill your world. By the time your orgasm subsides, your pants are a cooling, sticky mess, cum seeping through the fabric of both layers and running down the front of them. You feel as though you might actually pass out.
The nurse shrugs her jacket back on as you haul yourself to your feet. She hands you a small note, âThis is for you. Iâll be entering a copy of it into your permanent medical record, and forwarding those records to Judy as well.â And with that, she ushers you out of the house.
You stumble down the path back to you car, the front of your shorts splattered with cum. Once you get back to your car, you read the note: âUNSUITABLE - PREMATURE EJACULATOR.â Looks like the job search will continue...