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Psych Evaluation: Couvade Syndrome [1/4] by Transviscera

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Psych Evaluation: Couvade Syndrome [2/4] by Transviscera

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Psych Evaluation: Couvade Syndrome [3/4] by Transviscera

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[DARK] Psych Evaluation: Couvade Syndrome [4/4] by Transviscera

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Couvade Syndrome Ending: In Sickness And In Health by Transviscera


Warning: Fairly Dark

Clinician: Doctor Muhammad Akram
Patient: Dumas, Thomas
Diagnosis: Male False Pregnancy, Testicular Hypogonadism, Hypergynecomastia, Hyperlactation

   How do I work this thing. Is it recording. Err. Sounds of buttons being pressed. There we go. Margaret, I'm going to be busy in my office all afternoon. Would you or one of the other secretaries be a dear and transcribe these audio reports, and send them off to the patients' families. Thank you.
First report. Patient Thomas Dumas. Dear Mrs Dumas yadda yadda. May I begin by congratulating you on your new arrival. I hope that the labour went smoothly for you, Mrs Dumas, and that you and the newborn are managing while your husband continues in our care. Sound of door opening. Hey, sweetie. No it's fine, I'm just doing my weekly reports. Come in. Close the door. Where was I? Ah yes. Coming up to the fourth month now, his physical appearance continues its swift slide into femininity. How was lunch? What did you order? Wait, let me guess. Come and sit by me. Um, the outward signs of his false pregnancy have remained stable - for many months, he continues to appear as a woman trapped forever in her third trimester. He is positively glowing. Ultrasound and x-ray confirmed the 'baby bump' is merely the psychosomatic accumulation of fatty deposits and fluid, though in appearance it is quite believable. Wet kissing noises. Mmm. You taste so sweet. They must be serving chocolate ice cream in the canteen today.
Thank you once again, Mrs Dumas, for delivering your spare maternity gowns. Know that he fits them perfectly. Double chocolate? Well you're eating for two now so it's fine. Laughter. Besides, I love the way it goes straight to the gorgeous fat ass of yours. Sharp, loud, slapping sound. Shrill female yelp. Male laughter.
Ah yes. Psychologically, he continues to confabulate elements of the real world to fit and reinforce his delusion. He fully believes that he is, was and always has been a woman; that he is at home or on a maternity ward preparing to give birth; and that any male healthcare staff in his vicinity is his husband and the father of his unborn child. This delusion is variable, with a preference for male figures of authority. On multiple occasions, god your tits looks great today, he has attempted to kiss or otherwise interact inappropriately with male staff. Hmm, should I take your ass today? I can't decide. No, I'll take your mouth. Down, girl. Considering how vulnerable he could be to exploitation in this state I have elected to remove him from the vicinity of other staff for his own safety, and am keeping a close, personal eye on him. I said down on your knees. I don't care how hard it is with that belly of yours, get down there and pleasure your husband.
Laborious feminine huffing and puffing. Sound of unzipping.
Emotionally Mr Dumas God the sight of you down there is making me so hard. Emotionally, Mr Dumas is in no distress. Not a thought in that head, is there. You really are a lost cause. My brainless little breeder. He exists in a highly-suggestible, hormonal stupor there we go pull it out. Your husband is- open your mouth. Theeere we go. Good girl. Your husband is- shuddering breathless gasp. He is- oh wow somebody's hungry today. Wet slurping sounds. Aaah that's the spot. He is... I've forgotten what I was going to say.
Muffled gagging. Grunting. Sweetie, are your lips still growing? They're s-so full and fuckable today. Increase in tempo of breathing and gurgling squelching. Creak of chair. Get your mouth all the way down around it, slut. Choked feminine gurgling. More grunting.
Ugh ugnh ugh. Regarding treatment, you posited testosterone replacement therapy may undo the hormonal alterations to your husband's body and thus shock him out of his delusion. I aaah I do not feel this is necessary. He is content where he is, now that memories of his male life no longer plague him. Let's try wa-waiting instead. Twelve months. No! Mu-make that eighteen. I would like to keep your husband UGHNNN I'm going to keep your husband NGHNN I'm going to keep him UGHHNN until I am satisfied NGHHH that he is fully recovaahhhh.
Long deep male groan. Quiet female spluttering. Creak of chair. Happy male exhalation.
That's it. Swallow your medicine, dear. Swallow like a good wife. Do not miss a drop. A good wife cleans up the mess she's made. Use your tongue. In the meantime, Mrs Dumas, know that your husband is very much in my capable hands.