Exposed in the Hallway
As I walk toward the elevator, Althea falls into step beside me. Her pace is leisurely. The rhythm of her clogs slapping against the hospital floor is steady, and beneath her cardigan, her breasts jiggle ever so slightly in time with it. I keep my eyes fixed straight ahead, tugging the hem of my top forward as I go. With every step, the Y-slit in the patient uniform pants parts, the fabric brushing against my glans. Each scrape sets my nerves on edge, and I grit my teeth.
"Miss Ji-ah."
Althea's voice drifts from beside me, soft and even, without breaking stride. "There's something I should tell you."
"Y-Yes?"
"You know about the hole in the front of these pants? The Y-shaped opening."
It had bugged me ever since I changed into them. Why the patient uniform pants were designed that way—the answer was obvious if I thought about it, but I'd been deliberately avoiding the thought.
"In the treatment rooms, patient rooms, or the cafeteria—" Althea turns to look at me, her purple eyes serene beneath those droopy lids. "You can let it out through the opening in the front of your pants."
My feet stop. It takes my brain a moment to process the words.
"…P-Pardon?"
"Forcing it back in while it's erect can cause chafing or injury. That's why, within the ward facilities, it's actually medically recommended to keep it out."
Althea's tone is as casual as if she's saying, There's a vending machine at the end of the hall. Matter-of-fact, everyday. Inside my head, though, it's like a bomb going off.
"Female orcs are stationed as guards to keep outsiders out. They're at the hospital's main entrance and every staircase. So no need to worry."
"N-No, it's not that—"
"Everyone feels the same at first." Althea smiles faintly. "But after a few days, you'll realize it's much more comfortable this way. Stuffing it back in disrupts mana circulation, and the Cowper's fluid pools inside the pants, leading to skin issues."
A rational explanation grounded in medical reasoning. Every word rings true. And yet, all my brain registers is Take your cock out and go to the cafeteria like that.
"Oh, right." Althea stops walking and pulls something from her uniform pocket. It's a small, individually packaged transparent plastic pouch containing what looks like thin, flesh-toned silicone.
"I'll put a tip condom on you first to catch the Cowper's fluid."
"A con…"
"It only covers the glans. If Cowper's fluid drips on the floor, it's a hygiene issue, so you have to wear it whenever moving between facilities."
Althea tears open the packaging as she explains. Inside is a small cap-shaped silicone device, about a third the size of a regular condom. The translucent material gleams faintly under the fluorescent lights.
"It's a medical supply, so we always use a fresh one, and I'll put it on before you move between areas."
Wait—right here in this empty hallway? Closed patient room doors line both sides, and at the far end, the glow of the nurse station is visible. Althea stands casually in front of me, holding the tip condom in one hand, looking down at me like it's no big deal.
"Right here?"
"Yes. It doesn't matter where. This is all a medical zone."
"B-But someone might walk by—"
"The other nurses are all succubi like me. This is an everyday sight for us."
Althea tilts her head slightly with a smile. "Now, shall I take it out for you?"
My hands shake. Right in the middle of the hallway, with Althea watching, I have to reach into the Y-slit of my patient uniform pants. I freeze for a full three seconds. Althea doesn't rush me. She just stands there, gazing down at me with those purple eyes, waiting patiently. The scent of warm milk and lavender envelops my nose. Her droopy-eyed smile says, Take your time.
With trembling fingers, I slip my hand into the opening. The moment my fingers touch it, my body jerks reflexively. Already half-swollen, it reacts to the contact by surging to life. In this pheromone-saturated hallway, with this woman standing right in front of me, there's no way it would go down.
I pull it out through the opening. My engorged cock emerges from between the fabric panels of the patient uniform pants. Under the direct fluorescent light, the bulging veins stand out sharply, and the glans shines a deep pink. A strand of clear Cowper's fluid dangles from the tip, threatening to drip to the floor.
Shame narrows my vision. Here I am, standing in the middle of the hallway with my cock out of my patient uniform pants.
"Oh my, it's quite swollen."
There's no surprise in Althea's voice—just clinical observation. But I feel her purple eyes slowly scanning my cock from top to bottom, and that gaze alone makes it stiffen another notch.
"I need to check the fit before putting it on. It has to seal perfectly around the glans or it won't hold."
Althea steps closer, and her left hand lightly grips the middle of my shaft.
The succubus's unnaturally hot hand envelops my inflamed flesh in its soft, broad palm. A flash explodes at the back of my brain.
"Hngh…!"
I can't stifle the leak of sound. I bite my lip, but it's too late.
"It's okay. Being sensitive is perfectly normal."
Althea looks up at me—or rather, she has to, since she's bent down a little. In that position, through the gap in her uniform's buttons, I glimpse her cleavage. A deep, shadowy valley between those massive mounds. I turn my head to stare at the wall. There's a fire evacuation map posted there. I try to focus on it. Fire evacuation procedures. Shout 'Fire!' loudly—
Althea's right thumb slowly strokes the underside of my glans. Probably checking the contact area for the condom, but as her finger passes near the frenulum where the glans meets the shaft, my entire pelvis spasms.
"Nngh…! D-Don't…"
I swallow the stop before it fully escapes. This is medical procedure. Necessary.
"This area's especially sensitive, isn't it?"
Althea presses her thumb lightly against the frenulum once more to confirm. But that 'light' touch is pure electricity to my body. My thighs tremble, and a fat drop of Cowper's fluid splats onto the floor, leaving a small stain.
"Good seal. Time to put it on."
Althea places the tip condom over the end of my glans. I feel the thin silicone hugging the head, the soft pressure as it conforms. The lukewarm sensation as it catches the pooling Cowper's fluid. Her fingers press the edges snugly under the corona to secure it, circling once to check for gaps. At that circular stroke, it throbs and twitches.
"All set."
Althea pulls her hand away. My cock stands fully exposed outside the patient uniform pants' opening, right in the middle of the hallway. Fully erect, pointing toward my navel, with the translucent tip condom sheathing the glans. I can already see a bit of Cowper's fluid pooling inside it.
I have to walk like this?
"The cafeteria's on B1. We'll take the elevator down."
Althea turns and starts walking again. I follow behind. With every step, my exposed cock bobs up and down. The sensation of that heavy, hot weight swinging freely in the air is utterly alien compared to being crammed back inside the pants. Liberating, yet laced with the terror of exposure prickling my skin.
As we pass the nurse station, two uniformed nurses look up. Pointed ears, one with lilac hair and a long, trailing tail. Both glance at my crotch once, nod lightly to Althea without a word, and go back to what they were doing. Just like it's the most normal thing in the world. I'm the one going insane.
We reach the elevator. While Althea presses the button, I stand beside her, and there's a security mirror on the wall next to it. My reflection stares back. A woman in a light sky-blue patient uniform. Shoulder-length wavy brown hair, round eyes, petite build. And below, protruding obscenely from the Y-slit in my pants, an abnormally large cock thrusting upward toward my belly.
I don't want to look, but my eyes keep drifting to it. This is me now.
The doors slide open. Thankfully empty—I let out a relieved breath. As we step into the confined space with Althea, the pheromone concentration spikes again. Her scent amplifies in the sealed elevator, seeping through my nose, melting into my lungs, flowing through my veins to my lower abdomen. It twitches hard, and I feel another drop of Cowper's fluid gather in the tip condom.
She presses the B1 button, and we start descending.
"The first few days in the cafeteria might feel awkward."
Althea says from beside me. "All the other patients are in the same state, so no one pays attention. Still, your eyes wander at first."
Same state. Meaning the other patients sitting in the cafeteria would also have their cocks out of their pants while they eat. Imagining the scene muddles my head. Relief? Revulsion? I can't tell.
The doors open, and we walk down the B1 corridor until a sign reading Mana-Neutral Cafeteria comes into view. Through the glass doors, a clean dining hall unfolds. White tables under bright lights, a serving counter. Just like any hospital cafeteria.
Except for the people at the tables. Four of them. Three in the same light sky-blue patient uniforms as me. One hunches under a hood in the corner, eating alone. The other two sit face-to-face, talking quietly. On one—the elf woman with short blonde hair and pointed ears—something protrudes from the front of her pants. Too far to see details, but the flesh-toned outline emerging from the patient uniform's slit rests on her thigh. Her human-looking companion is the same.
It was real. Everyone had it out.
The fourth is at the serving counter, with a uniformed succubus nurse beside her. I spot a tip condom just like mine sheathing the patient's exposed cock.
"Shall we sit here?"
Althea points to a two-person table by the window.
"A-Ah, y-yes!"
My voice cracks in panic. I pull out the chair and sit, my cock settling heavily on my thigh under the table. The erection is easing, but it's still half-swollen. The snug feel of the tip condom on my glans stays constantly in my awareness.
Althea sits across from me, and her chair creaks under her weight. The table's small—her knees nearly brush mine underneath.
"I'll get our trays. Stay put."
Althea stands and heads to the counter. Left alone, I place my hands on the table and try to steady my breathing. I try not to notice my surroundings, but glimpses of the other patients keep creeping into my peripheral vision. As the elf woman lifts her chopsticks to sip her soup, the cock draped over her thigh twitches faintly. The human woman beside her hunches over her rice, ears flushed bright red. They're all enduring the shame, just like me.