Ptyalism
By
little furry cannibals
Nervously, Bella tapped her foot as she sat in the waiting room. Why were all medical offices similar in design? The muted colors of the wall, the hard uncomfortable vinyl chairs, even a collection of magazines nobody ever willingly read, graced the space. The graphic posters of internal body parts were of no comfort, and she cast her eyes around the room for something else to focus on. Sitting directly in front of her was a very pregnant female. Bella took slight relief in the fact that her condition wasn't caused by that!
At first the wetness had been minimal, and Bella had shrugged it off as a normal occurrence. The first morning she had woken up and noticed the bed sheets had small wet patches, it was dismissed. Gradually the incidents and dampness increased not just from the bedroom but to anywhere Bella was sitting. It wasn't until one of her friends had visited last week and bore witness to exactly how much leakage was occurring that Bella had turned completely red in embarrassment. Her friend pointed out that maybe Bella should go to the doctor for an examination since this was obviously not normal.
"Ms. Swan, please follow me back to the exam room," the technician beckoned. Clumsily, Bella rose to her feet to follow the lady behind the counter and into a long hallway. There were even more posters back here, detailed diagrams and advertisements for medications to cure whatever the pictures showed.
Stopping at the fourth room on the right, the tech opened the door and ushered Bella into a closet-sized space containing an examine table, sink and cart of medical supplies. Taking in Bella's expression, the tech patted the table.
"You can go ahead and sit up here and get comfortable. Dr. Black will be in shortly to see you." Giving another fake cheery smile, the tech pointed directly to Bella's lap.
"You might want to remove that beforehand," she requested, before placing the chart in the hanging bracket before leaving.
Bella waited until the door was firmly shut before attempting to crawl up onto the padded table. Trying not express fear or nervousness, she took several deep breaths to regulate her pulse. Despite slowing down her anxiety, the cursed wetness was starting to appear. No way could she remove the cover now.
A brief knock was administered to the door all too soon before it slowly opened and a man stuck his head inside. Seeing his patient already on the table, he walked in and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Jacob Black. Is this your first time here at the clinic?" Pen poised, he flashed a dazzling smile at the young woman.
Taking in the striking appearance of such a handsome doctor, Bella could feel her pulse speed up. Bronzed skin, jet black spiky hair, perfect white teeth, everything complimented by a set of cherubs dimples, and Bella forgot why she was even there. As the two continued to stare at each other, Bella's nervousness came back in full force. The unexpected rush of moisture from her lap caused her to jump and blush profusely.
"Uh, yes. This is my first time here, Dr. Black." Nervously, Bella chewed at her lip. This doctor had been recommended above everyone else, but she hadn't realized he would be so young. Or so handsome.
"Okay, well, just a few questions before we begin the exam, and please just call me Jacob. No need to be so formal. May I call you Bella?" At her slight nod, Jacob continued, "Are there any medications or prior medical conditions I should be aware of?"
"No, nothing like that."
As the questions continued, Bella's fidgeting grew. In just a few short minutes, an actual exam would commence, and she would no longer be able to hide the problem.
Finally setting the chart aside, Jacob looked back up at his patient. Scooting his stool to the end of the table where Bella perched, he stopped several inches away directly between her legs.
"Bella, I need you to uncover her so I can see."
Her? Why was the doctor referring to it as her? With shaking fingers, Bella removed the fabric encasing the problem. Her breathing hitched as Jacob's hand came out to caress the soft brown pelt between her legs. She could feel a vibration begin as his fingers ran across the area gently, stopping occasionally to stroke a specific spot before starting up again.
"Is this wear the moisture always seeps from?" Jacob inquired, feeling the slick wetness Bella was concerned about.
"I'm pretty sure." Shifting her weight on the uncomfortable table, Bella could feel a new stream of wetness running down her thigh. "I haven't exactly watched it happening; I just feel it occurring," she stammered out.
"Well, no. I wouldn't expect a person to set up a mirror or something to watch it happen. Is there a particular time or place you notice it more?" With a slight adjustment, Jacob spread her lips wider.
Bella's cheeks flamed. He may be a doctor and used to seeing things like this, but she felt trapped. How could she just come out and talk about it like any other mundane subject? No one else in the waiting room seemed to have a problem like this, and Jacob's opinion just might make her feel worse.
In a broken whispered voice, Bella began the tale of when she first started to notice and how the incidents had increased. After several sentences, she would stop while the doctor changed his position to examine another area. By the time she was done, Dr. Black sat back still stroking a lone spot.
"There's nothing to be nervous about, Bella" he replied, wondering what else he could do to make her feel comfortable. "I won't say this is a common problem but neither is it completely unheard of. Have you tried shaving?"
"You…you want me to shave my…?" Pointing downwards, Bella indicated what he was referring to, unable to say it out loud.
"Well, having all of this hair," he indicated, once more running his hand over it, "can make it kind of hot, causing the leakage, actual sweating. I don't see or feel any type of inflammation or infection. If you want, I can do it right now." Jacob was excited. This woman was very beautiful and being able to shave her would allow him more time in the room. He didn't want to alarm Bella in mentioning that he had never seen such an extreme case.
"I… is it safe? I mean…," Bella didn't think her voice could get any softer, "won't that make it…bare?"
Jacob just smiled. There was no tactful way to tell Bella that he saw bare pussies all the time and never had he seen any type of negative effect. After a lengthy conversation about how safe and aesthetically pleasing it would look, Bella finally consented. Jacob's warm personality and soothing hands put her at ease.
When the shave was complete, Bella kept her eyes firmly shut, scared to see the end result. Listening to the soft clink as Dr. Black set the instrument down, she could hear him scoot the chair slightly.
"You can open your eyes, Bella. She looks beautiful and has in fact stopped drooling. Go ahead and pet her."
Bella couldn't believe the transformation. Gone was the long hair and in its place a smooth velvet pelt.
"Wow, thanks, Jacob. She really does seem happier. Who knew a shaved pussy was the answer all along to her excessive drooling." With a sudden stretch, her kitty jumped from her lap and meowed.
A/N: Ptyalism is a medical term for excessive drooling. When dealing with animals, it can sometimes mean a serious health condition. In the case of one of my own, personal cats, that damn thing drools because he's happy or blissful. He happens to be especially fond of curling up next to me at night, purring like a Mack truck and unleashing his drool all over the bed sheets. You got to love animals and their weird ways of saying "I Love You". :D