Blue Pilled

I am not a medical professional, and I've massaged medical details in the story to better fit the themes. Take medical advice only from qualified personnel or their official information dispensers like special websites or manuals with the medicine. Never from an erotic stories site, social media post, or random strangers on the internet.

Otherwise just a light erotic story.

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Rob looked at his GP in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

"It is my job to be serious," she said, all professionalism. "There is a long list of side effects. I assume you've heard the big one-," there was the slightest pause of significance. "-and you're probably familiar what you need to do when that side effect takes too long. These aren't the only thing to watch out for. It is a heart medicine. You need to read the leaflet with the warnings

carefully.

This is not a toy."

"That goes against everything I heard about the medicine," Rob muttered.

There was a flash in her demeanour. Together with her overt professionalism he suddenly realised what was going on.

"Sarah, I've known you now for twenty years or so. That's nearly all of my life. I'd like to think I know you, even if our meetings are infrequent. Tell me honestly. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

A mischievous grin escaped her. "I'm sorry Robert. Since I found out yesterday it's all I've thought about. Frankly, it's the first time I've ever prescribed it." She took a serious face again. It lasted only a moment. "First time for a heart condition anyway," she couldn't stop smiling.

Sarah rummaged in her drawer. "Here. These are a first batch for you. The rest will be on prescription via the apothecary. As you look like you sport a lot, I thought it would be better to give them early." The box was shoved carefully towards him.

The contents were exactly as he expected. A stiff plastic wrapper holding each blue pill. Twelve per wrapper. Three wrappers in a box. "Isn't that a lot of Viagra?" Rob asked dubiously.

"I think so too, but they can go fast. Please read the leaflet. There's a lot of warnings. It is still a heart medicine. Take them before each strenuous activity."

"I know one strenuous activity that it comes in handy," Rob said with a weak smile.

Sarah returned it. "Yes even that one. You're 25. I assume you're still going hard and heavy. At my age you go often much slower."

Rob packed the pills in his bag. "That's the first time you've shared something that intimate," he observed.

"I thought sharing would get your mind of things. Even though I can't stop smiling about it, I want you to know I understand it must be difficult."

"Thanks Sarah. We'll, I guess I'll go home now."

"One more thing," Sarah said as he was about to exit the door.

"Yes?"

"Even though your future is a bit darker, do not forget to have fun. The pill can help."

Rob nodded, contemplating what he would do at home.

+++

"I think we shouldn't go sporting together tomorrow," Rob told his sport buddy.

"Why not? Do you have a date?" Samantha asked.

"Do you remember that time I felt ill during sports? They know what it is. A mild case of pulmonary arterial hypertension. The abbreviation is PAH. That's how I feel too. PAH." Rob tested the word out, feeling the resentments it had for his life.

"It's just high blood pressure of the arteries and the lungs?" Samantha liked to show off her studies of medicine.

"That's the one. They think that all the sports I do increased the blood pressure. It is very rare at my age. If I exert myself I can break things in my lungs or my coronal artery."

"It sounds bad, but that's easily treatable though. You told me a week ago you had drugs for it? What's changed?"

"I did, and they helped. That is until I got an allergic reaction. Apparently I'm allergic to nitro-glycerine. I thought everyone would be, if you shake hard enough," Rob said with sadness.

"At least you had a good opening line for the girls. Something about your heart exploding from your chest. I'm sure there's usable material. So, what do you have now?"

Rob showed his arm, the remnants of yesterday still visible. "There's only one that I'm not allergic to. Sildenafil." He pointed at one empty space on his arm, sandwiched between many angry lines of the allergy test, already fading into oblivion.

"Sildenafil?" After a moment Samantha's eyes became wide. "Viagra?! You need to take Viagra before each work out?"

"You're too excited about that. It's only a mild case, so in general I can still do things that don't get my heart above 130 or so. So we can still do strength days together, if I don't go for my usual weights."

"Who is saying that I'm too excited?!"

"Your smile, if not the volume of your voice. You're as bad as my GP."

"Sorry," she muttered. Her grin told she wasn't very sorry. "Can I see? It's been a while since I've seen one."

"You've seen them before?" Rib asked curiously. He presented the offending box.

"I do have a sex life, get over it," she said as she opened the box. "Oh. They never really change them, do they? Have you used one yet?"

"Not really. I thought tomorrow I can try with some light workout."

"And you don't want me to be there when you're sporting an enormous erection, got it. I do want you to be safe in case anything goes wrong. Is it okay if I ask a friend to check up on you? They are a personal trainer. They know how to deal with such things."

"I would appreciate it. Though I do want to correct one thing. I do not want to be medically erect close to you. I've been naturally erect plenty when you work out." Rob smiled faintly.

"You pervert," she said laughing. "We'll get to our regular workout soon enough. You just take care, okay?"

+++

Rob waited at the entrance to the sport hall, sitting strategically at a table. His mind was turned inwards. The light feeling in his chest, as if a cool breeze was running through his veins, was strangely encouraging. At the same time he worried. It could be his condition? No, that should be impossible. He wasn't working out. Even so his heart beat powerful strokes, making him worry.

Focusing all your attention inside could make you sick itself, Rob knew. Trying to have attention there without going into the deep hole of worry was tough. It was still better than the attention to the outside.

His heart seemed incredibly grateful for the extra blood supply, and wanted to share it's copious abundance. Rob felt the same fresh breeze in his veins around his hips, and was glad for his foresight to wear an underwear he always felt was too tight. All underwear would feel too tight. Now at least it wouldn't feel like he was pointing at everything in the gym. Or everyone.

The moment the trainer rounded the corner he knew Samantha could be cruel. He had seen her around, helping other people. She was cute, though Rob had to admit all the female trainers were cute. As he watched her approach he could feel the sport clothes hugging her, tight as a second skin on her body. It was obvious she liked to be seen, and he didn't blame her. Without a doubt her body was lithe, her skin transitioning smoothly from flat to muscle or female curve. Details like the fold between leg and her underbelly had a sexy playfulness as she moved.

"I'm Belle," she said, stretching out her hand. "You must be Rob." Her arms were the only naked parts on her. That at least was a relief.

"Pleased to meet you Belle," Rob said, shaking her hand. He stayed in his chair.

Belle ignored him not standing up, and sat down on the chair next to him. "Samantha told me a few things already. You've got a heart condition, and today is your first day working out with the medication. Does that about cover it?"

"In broad lines. Shouldn't you know what it is exactly?"

"PAH. Pulmonary arterial hypertension." When she said it, it didn't seem that bad. "The medicine helps relax the blood vessels, reducing the blood pressure."

"How do you know Samantha again?"

"We study together," Belle said with a knowing grin. "Lighten up. She cares about you. Otherwise she wouldn't have asked someone with medical experience. Let's not dawdle too long. I've got a program for you today. We start light, see how you feel, and cap it at 30 minutes." She got up from the chair, clearly eager to begin.

"That sounds good." Rob got to his feet slower, just hoping his underwear would be enough.

"Did you already take the medication?" she asked curiously.

"Of course. About half an hour ago."

"It's not visible," she said with a smirk.

She knew all along

, Rob thought uncomfortably. "I put on the equivalent of a sports bra, if you must know. I think you can appreciate why better than most."

Belle her hands cupped the underside of her breasts subconsciously. "Fair enough. I get that. When you hear the small boobed complaining that they want bigger I always want to tell them how good they have it. Not having pain after a simple run must be great. Or laying flat on your belly without discomfort. I can only imagine how that is with an erection. Like a flailing inflatable tube man all over the place." Then she lightened up. "Plenty of advantages to these knockers though."

Rob looked down, imagining a flailing inflatable tube there. It somehow clicked well. A big smile painted on the tip as it ignored all his troubles. Up and down, left and right, happily flopping about whether it was erect or not. Happy despite everything.

He grabbed his towel and followed her, his gaze easily straying to her ass as they walked.

They arrived at the weights. "Let's start to limber up. Just let me know if you feel anything unusual and we'll stop. The first aid kit is right there on the wall if anything gets worse, and the AED is in the hallway. They are just precautions. The medicine should prevent all that."

With that all he needed was to mirror her. "Bend over to touch your toes. It's not bad if you can't, just get as far as you can." Belle demonstrated by becoming a human half her height, twice the width, folded neatly at her hips.

How difficult could that be? "No not like that," she chided him. "Look at my stance. The hips need to be above the legs." Standing side face he could see much better what she was talking about. Even so all he could focus on was her ass.

"Like this?" He bend over differently.

"Much better," Belle said. She grabbed his hips anyway, adjusting his legs. Then he felt the guiding hands on his back and chest, though they seemed to feel his chest more than they should.

This was to be the theme of limbering up. She would stretch in a normal way, making it sexy by just being her, and often correcting him bodily.

I feel like a racehorse being led around a filly in heat,

Rob though, watching the fabric stretch on her curves. They were laying on their sides, raising their knees. A quick look around told him the two other guys were glancing as well, though the five women were openly staring. Often with jealously.

I'm as jealous as you girls. My blood has been replaced by hormones, my heart pumping it extra hard through my body. I wouldn't be surprised if someone breathing my air would become horny.

His torment wasn't over yet. They finally started with the weights. "I think it's best if you take around my weight. Build it up steadily." She showed the first, stretching her arms all the way up.

To distract himself from the ample bosom stretching before him, he grabbed some of his own quickly. A useless gesture he knew, as they would be here a while.

After the first set she put them down, her face red. "It's too warm here. I put on too many layers," she said to herself. Rob could only watch helplessly as she took off her tight shirt. It caught on her sport bra, pulling it slightly along and revealing a sliver of her under boobs. Then it did it's job again, containing the attractive goods again. It didn't do much for her belly though. It was as well toned as he imagined. He realised that it also didn't cover the top much. On the contrary, it seemed to be displayed for the world to see.

"Did I mention I have a boyfriend?" Belle said, unable to miss him watching.

Rob's dreams were very much alive and well. That they might be realised was dashed unceremoniously against the cliffs of her breasts, and proved more brittle than her firm set. "You haven't. Then again, you want people to look. So I guess I'm doing you a favour."

Belle smiled. "Now that's properly established, take off your shirt. You must be hot."

"I'm not allowed here. It's one of the sexist things in life."

"With your medical issue I rather have you cooled properly. Then again, I'll ask if anyone minds. Do you have a problem with him taking off his shirt?" The last she directed at a woman warming up on the treadmill.

"Not at all," she responded. There was a warm smile directed at him. Then she looked guiltily off towards a guy that Rob instantly assumed was her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was still busy with his phone, one ear pod still in his hand.

It was enough for Rob. The shirt came off. He had in his mind to tease her back for her obvious enjoyment of his medication. Then he realised a plan to show off wouldn't matter. Belle was directing him to do so anyway.

"How are you feeling?" Belle asked some reps later.

"I feel amazing. My chest has never felt better. Even so, there is this chemical undertone," he said to make her take note of his discomfort. A cage in his pants, keeping it all tightly locked down.

"I'm sure you can contain yourself," she said casually.

Rob found nothing casual about her placing the weights back.

If only I could grab those hips. I think I could rip through both our pants, straight into her.

He clenched his fists, somehow holding himself back with the pressure in his palms.

"There's a few more machines that will be good for you. It'll just be a maintenance session for those muscle groups, but it'll be a good start." Her fingers traced the back of his arm, and when she let go he felt compelled to follow.

"I love these machines," Belle said, touching one with a loving hand. "They are great to make the first years squirm."

It was a big machine, with some huge appendages for the arms. An identical one was standing across from it. Belle changed the weights for both, then motioned him to sit.

"You grab them like this, then just push them outwards. We can set them on inwards after a few reps," she told him. When she started he understood why the first year students would squirm. With every push out her breasts moved in their tight confinement. It nearly looked like they gained half a cup every rep.

Rob set to work, finally getting something to truly stretch his legs. Or heart and lungs in this case. Had he really done so much sports with his condition? His chest on fire from the high blood pressure, leaving him paradoxically without oxygen? His arms pumped, his heart raced, and hormones flooded his system. His cock making it's presence known every time he looked across to Belle, pumping away as well.

He found her eyes wandering his chest, and he felt the good, honest rivulet of sweat, meandering along his pecs and down the middle of his cleavage. It made him strong and proud.

"Time for the last machine," she told him. Now he was ready. A good sweat, a strong heart and a good undertone of sexuality. He could do this. One more...

What are you doing!?

The question stuck in his throat as she peeled off her leggings. Underneath there was a sport pants smaller than any boxers he had. The final machine she sat on was much the same as the last, only for the legs.

"With this one I want you to give it your all. The thighs should burn here," she told him, rubbing her naked legs so high it was improper to look at.

Rob swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry from horny nerves.

Why though? You should just sit down across from the half naked lady, who definitely is messing with you.

Belle started when he sat down. His own legs took over.

See? This is nice. Just some casual power training.

He fell in sync with her, feeling the stretch of his thigh muscles. Open. Close. Open. Close.

Rob couldn't look away. Her muscles moved under her skin. They drew his attention like a moth to a flame. Both hot.

He felt his chest heat up. The rivulet was now a river on his skin. Belle's skin was a more equal spread sweat, making it seem like her skin glowed from within. Open. Close.

Every time they opened became torment. His thigh muscles burned. Open. It was as if they invited each other in. He felt her hips even moving forwards, grinding her pussy closer and inviting him in. His cock went forwards as well, reaching out to the open invitation.

A single tone droned in his head as he breathed like a bellows. His heart seemed to beat out of his chest. All the while his blood had been replaced with liquid sex, pumped thickly through his veins. The pain in his cock as it reached out, further and further....

They stopped. His heart was in his throat as well as his loins, beating out a mad rhythm. Drenched in sweat he got up unsteadily. To keep himself distracted he cleaned the machine where he had sat. Even so he peeked, seeing her clean a huge wet spot from her bench. He knew it was sweat, and yet.

"Good. Let's shower, and then you can do whatever you need to do."

"I forgot about the damn showers. I was so focused on getting here and not changing in front of people that I forgot about cleaning myself afterwards."

Belle chuckled. "Don't worry. You can go to the showers at the trainers. We have our own, which are more private." With nothing else je could do, he followed her sexy appearance once more, trying to contain his desire for her. Though he suspected that nearly anyone would do at this moment.

"Here we are," she said in front of two changing rooms. Rob was about to walk through the male door. "No you're coming with me. I'll not have someone heart condition shock your system with hot water. Not to mention that you can drown in surprisingly little water."

He looked at her with an incredulous expression. "Just so we're on the same page, you're inviting someone with an absolute raging boner to shower with you, while having a boyfriend?"

"Oh don't get hung up on it. I can be around hard cocks and not be unfaithful. Just get your ass in here."

She walked through the door, removing her sports bra. Rob hot 'fuck it', and followed. Immediately he took off his pants, shoving his underwear down after in quick succession.

"This must be what a woman feels when they take off their bra at the end of a long day. Freedom. With a lot more sexuality." He looked at his penis, which grew visibly as it was finally released from it's cage.

Belle laughed. "I think I've experienced the sexuality part often enough."

Her casual topless visage ingrained on his brain, howling to be lusted for. The fresh sweat still on her, she looked

wild.

He tore himself away, trying to look at the new room he was in.

It was much like the changing rooms downstairs. Blue tiles floor to walls, two drains, and an open wall towards the white tiled showers. Instead of the hard plastic benches along the wall there were lockers with a different chair in front of each, seemingly brought from home a long time ago.

"Use that chair," Belle said, stripping off the tight shorts. Her teal underwear was a triangle of lines, with something more akin to gauze in the middle. The pattern of a flower was stitched onto it, but did nothing to hide the skin underneath. Rob placed his bag on the wooden chair, putting his sport clothes over the back.

"Denise took my chair again," Belle said, walking to the only other chair that had clothes. Denise's shirt dropped to the floor as she plucked it off. "She's such a slut. Look at the underwear she brought here." Belle fished the offending piece of clothing from her pants. It was red and left little to the imagination as well, or so Rob could imagine if Belle would wear it. From behind her underwear might as well not have existed. In no way he thought it a good idea to talk with her about the irony of her own choice of underwear.