<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/81/6e/3e/816e3eecab099cc580f77c485e327814.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Adrianne Lashbrook</strong></span><br/><strong>Location: </strong>Medical Wing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dorothy<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Adrianne took her tray and dumped the contents into one of the garbage cans near the exit, leaving the tray on top with the others. She then headed back to her room to change into her workout clothes. While she'd worked out in her pajamas once or twice before, she didn't relish the idea of having a wardrobe malfunction on a day when newcomers were scheduled to arrive. Not if she was trying to be good and avoid any encounters with staff or another Futanari. Controlling her base desires had been difficult for Adrianne when she'd first arrived, as she didn't have Danielle around for those moments when she needed release. Like all Futanari, Adrianne did need release at least three times a day, though some days were worse than others. Working in close proximity to someone as gorgeous as Dorothy meant that Adrianne had to excuse herself from time to time to make use of an extractor when the urge to assault the woman started to manifest itself. The gesture Dorothy made as Adrianne was leaving the mess hall was a subtle reminder that she was probably looking forward to seeing Adrianne later.<br/><br/>Quickly changing into a sports bra and leggings before making her way to the gym, Adrianne caught sight of Ricky leading some of the new arrivals on a tour. She didn't envy the other woman, as she remembered her own nervousness when she'd first moved in. Her transition was made slightly easier, in that she had the opportunity to say goodbye to Danielle, but these new Futanari coming in didn't have that same opportunity she had. On top of that, she realized that these new refugees weren't going to be able to have the comfort Adrianne did, as they were going to have to double or triple up in a room. Adrianne didn't relish that idea, but she recognized the necessity.<br/><br/>Adrianne was grateful to find the gym empty, as it meant less temptation to avoid working out, and less forced socialization or compromise. She hated having to cut her workout short to allow others to use the equipment. But, again, she recognized the necessity. Adrianne began with a 5 mile warmup jog on a treadmill. She then spent her time working her biceps and triceps, as she needed to remain strong enough to draw her bow. She was please that she'd had the strength to draw a 100 pound bow, as it was what the archers of old used during the Middle Ages. Which meant she could, if the need ever arose, defend the compound with her only available weapon. She knew the chances of that happening were vanishingly small, and that she wouldn't last long if she did. But, being able to participate in some semblance of self defense meant she didn't feel as helpless as she did when she'd first gotten to the compound.<br/><br/>Her workout done, Adrianne returned to her room and took a shower. Inevitably, her mind drifted to the times she'd shared a shower with Danielle, and the two had made love. She'd enjoyed the feel of warm water pounding her body as her rock-hard cock slid in and out of Danielle. The memory provoked her hand to move and she began stroking herself as she relived one of those moments. The memories had become more frequent as time passed, since she couldn't create new ones with Danielle for the foreseeable future. Several of the other Futanari had found it odd that Adrianne had been monogamous with Danielle, as their heightened libido and increased production of semen meant that they needed release often. And many women couldn't keep up with that need. Danielle was one of those rare few who could, though, and Adrianne missed her terribly.<br/><br/>Her body tightened and contorted slightly as her cock spasmed and shot its load onto the tile wall of her shower. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Adrianne used the shower head to clean the matter away and finished up by washing her hair. After toweling herself dry, Adrianne donned a pair of scrubs with the logo of the compound embroidered on her left breast and left to join Dorothy in the med bay. Her need to visit one of the extractors was less urgent after having given herself a little manual release in the shower.<br/><br/>As was the norm, Dorothy was stationed at the med center's front desk, looking rather bored, but ready to serve if needed. Adrianne grinned as she saw the woman practically perk up at the sight of the redhead walking in. "Heya, Dorothy. I'm here to start practicing my suturing. So, if we get any lacerations, I'd like to do the sewing. Also, do you mind if I do the focused H&Ps today? I didn't get the practice I needed on my rotation in the ER. And you know, any doc worth their salt has to be able to take a history and do a physical. With your help, of course."<br/><br/>Adrianne tried not to stare at Dorothy too much, as she knew the woman was a bit sensitive about her looks. Not that she thought herself ugly by any stretch of the imagination. However, Dorothy had confided in Adrianne once that she was self conscious about her breasts, and how she worried about being surrounded by a band of lusty Futanari. Adrianne had had to lie to the woman and say that she hadn't given the woman's appearance any thought. In truth, Adrianne had spent many a night fantasizing about the busty woman and the things she wanted to do to her. "So, do you have any pigs feet I can practice on? Or did supply forget to order some again?"