My name is George Patwood and I am a communications officer on the USS Enterprise. Today I had arranged a consultation with Counselor Troi. I arrived on time on deck 5, where the ship's counselor's office was located.
I entered the room and looked around nervously. Directly in front of me I saw a young, attractive Starfleet officer behind her desk. She smiled at me and introduced herself as Ensign O'Hara and asked me to go to Counselor Troi's office. I heard a quiet voice from inside:

"Please come in!"

Counselor Troir was sitting on a large, comfortable armchair in her blue uniform and asked me to take a seat.

"Hello Lt. Patwood, I'm Deanna Troi - your ship's counselor."

I sat down on the armchair opposite her.

"How can I help you?" she asked, smiling at me.

My face blushed for a moment. I didn't know how to begin and thought about how I could explain my problem to her.

"Lt. Commander Troi, the reason I'm coming to you is this: I have some un... I call them preferences that, if I ever put them into action, would get me into big trouble."

I looked at Deanna Troi's face and waited for her reaction. She remained calm and asked me to explain it to her in more detail.
I looked at the floor, took another deep breath, looked deep into her eyes and continued:

"Well, I'll put it this way. When I spend the evening in Ten Forward and see a female crew member in her Starfleet uniform, I always get very aroused by the sight of her uniform."

"Explain that to me in more detail."

"I can't say why, but when I see a woman in her Starfleet uniform, I always feel the desire to pour a drink on her uniform or rip her uniform."

Deanna didn't say a word. The situation seemed to last forever. After a while, the silence broke and Deana Troi said:

"I think your preference is a fetish you have for female Starfleet uniforms and the sight of a woman in the uniform is an additional amplifier."

I nodded in agreement.

"That's probably why you prefer to wear a skant instead of the standard two-piece uniform that men usually prefer," she continued to analyze while looking at me. I was fascinated by the way she analyzed me. She had a very calming effect on me and I felt that it had been right to go to her with my problem and to confide in her.

"When I entered her office earlier and saw Ensign O'Hara there, I felt that strong feeling again."

"What exactly were you thinking at that moment?" asked Deanna.

"Secretly, I had the urge to pour the coffee cup that was on her desk over her uniform. These kinds of thoughts are going through my head more and more often and I don't know how much longer I can control myself," I confessed to her. Deanna nodded in agreement.

"Give me a moment. I want to check something."

Deanna stood up, went to the door and asked O'Hara to come into the office. Shortly afterwards, the young woman entered the room. O'Hara was estimated to be 25 years old and her well-shaped body was fabulously outlined under her blue skant uniform. Deanna Troi said:

"Thank you, Mary. Don't be alarmed by what I'm about to do. I just want to check Lt. Patwood's reaction."

"Of course, Councelor, if I can help you," Mary replied.

I looked at Mary with my mouth open and was mesmerized by the sight of her in her uniform. I saw Deanna Troi reach for her cup of warm chocolate and hurl the contents onto the front of Mary's skant uniform. The brown liquid discolored O'Hara's uniform at the chest where the liquid seeped into the fabric. I sat transfixed in my chair, staring at her uniform with wide eyes, while Mary, for her part, looked down at herself, irritated.

Deanna Troi broke the silence:

"I think you are now feeling what you have been secretly imagining for a long time."

"Oh yes," I stuttered, continuing to stare at Mary's soiled uniform with a beguiling look."

"I think I know how I can help you."

She typed something on her pad.

"I have a therapy that we can start right away if you want," Deanna Troi replied, smiling at me.

"Yes, please," I replied.

"Mary, please get me these things I wrote down here and put on a clean uniform."

Deanna Troi got up from her chair again and walked up and down the room after Ensign O'Hara had left.

I heard every step she took. She gently ran her hands over her standard one-piece uniform. Shortly afterwards, she stopped behind me and said in a gentle voice:

"Your reactions were, as I suspected, a clear sign. Open mouth, dilated pupils, your whole body tense and I registered an erection in your uniform. But this condition is treatable and I can help you to keep yourself under control in the future. I can help you. You must realize that if you want to soil a woman's uniform, you have to be a "receiver" as well as a "giver."
I was glad that she was standing behind me. I was embarrassed - because, as she correctly guessed, I had an erection that was still slightly persistent. I was just about to ask Deanna Troi what she meant by "giver - receiver" when the door opened and Lt. O'Hara entered. She was pulling a trolley behind her. My eyes began to shine again because she was wearing a new, clean skant. Deanna Troi turned to me:

"At this point in the therapy, I will try to find out whether you are a good "giver" or not. Ensign O'Hara will be your assistant. She knows what to do. You just follow my instructions. Are you ready?"

"I think so," I replied, visibly confused, as I didn't know what was going to happen next.

Ensign O'Hara removed the sheet that covered the trolley and Deanna Troi reached for one of the objects and asked me to stretch out my arms. I followed her instructions. She handed me a white cream cake. Ensign O'Hara stood in front of me.

"Please give Mary the cake," said Couceloir Troi.

I held the cake out to Ensign O'Hara. Instead of taking it from me, she stood motionless in front of me.

"You don't know how to give her the cake? Just use your imagination," said Deanna Troi.

Suddenly I understood. This was already part of the therapy!
I began to hesitate. Should I do what was going through my head? I wanted to do it very much. I looked at the cake and at O'Hara's face. Then I pressed the cream cake between her breasts onto her uniform, where it stuck. Ensign O'Hara looked at me with a smile. I slowly lowered my hands and looked at 'my work' with a smile. Deanna Troi's voice broke the silence.

"How do you feel now?"

I couldn't answer, because deep down I was intoxicated. I had really done it and Ensign O'Hara hadn't resisted. She even seemed to have liked it and my pulse raced with joy at the sight of the squashed cake on her blue skant uniform.

"Awesome. Absolutely fantastic." I answer.

"Good. I think we can take the next step. Deanna Troi pointed to a jug that was on the trolley and said to me:

"Now take the jug."

I carefully lifted the jug as requested. It was filled with vanilla sauce. This time I didn't think twice and didn't wait for another order. With one hand I pulled on the collar of Ensign O'Hara's skant uniform and poured the entire contents of the jug into the front of her uniform. She willingly let this happen to her. No one stopped me or tried to stop me. The sauce ran down her, came out from under her uniform and flowed over her boots. I noticed how my skant uniform began to bulge, which Deanna Troi also noticed.

"Sorry," I stammered, because the sight of Ensign O'Hara in her soiled uniform had completely aroused me. Deanna Troi calmed me down and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, you should feel some relief soon. Be free in your feelings," said Deanna Troi.

"Did she mean that I could cum in my uniform in front of the two women?" I thought. But I didn't have time to think about it any further because Deanna Troi said:

"Now is the time to see if you are as good a receiver."

"What do you mean?"

"If you can't take it yourself, then you must never dish it out. Mary will now take over her role."

"What do you mean?" I asked again.

Instead of an answer, I saw Mary go to the trolley and take another bowl from it and come over to me. She now pulled the collar of my red skant uniform slightly forward, just as I had done with her. She slowly poured the contents of the bowl, which was filled to the brim with chocolate sauce, into my uniform. With a quiet groan and a smile on my face, I watched her soil my uniform with the sticky mass. Deanna Troi looked at me and said:

"As I can see from the look on your face, you are a very good 'receiver.'"

I was completely relaxed. The slippery mass that was still flowing down my uniform and into my boots made me even more lustful than I already was. I found the therapy very pleasant. After Ensign O'Hara had put the empty bowl back on the trolley, I saw another cream cake on the trolley. I asked Deanna Troi if I could take it, which she said yes. After I had taken the cream cake from the trolley, I placed it on my chair. I was in a trance and asked Ensign O'Hara to sit on my chair. Without any resistance, she sat down on the moist cream cake in her uniform as requested. She smiled at me and, to my mind, seemed to really enjoy it. I was completely aroused by the sight of Ensign O'Hara sitting on the cake in her uniform. I looked over at Counselor Troi with a lascivious look.
She looked at me with a slightly questioning look.

"Counselor, when I look at Ensign O'Hara and myself, I have to say that the sight of your uniform turns me on, but there is something wrong with it."

"Are you saying that my uniform is too clean compared to yours and Mary's?" asked Deanna with a smile on her face. I shook my head slightly and told her:

"That too, but instead of dirtying your uniform, I would like to tear it apart."

Deanna Troi smiled at me and to my amazement she said:

"Of course I will support you in your therapy too."

After she said this, she got up from her chair, stood in front of me and said:

"Please, start."

I could hardly believe what she had just said. I stood in front of her, trembling, and grabbed her collar with both hands and slowly pulled her uniform apart to the sides. Oh God, it was breathtaking that I was allowed to do that. With a loud snap, the seam on the collar of her uniform ripped. This sound increased my greed even more. I continued enthusiastically and continued to pull until her uniform ripped at the collar. I was in ecstasy and continued to pull. I pulled the uniform apart further so that it ripped all the way down to her chest. Behind me I heard Ensign O'Hara groan, who was looking at the destruction of her boss's uniform in fascination while she continued to sit on the cake: she was, like me, completely aroused by the sight of her boss's torn uniform.

"Oh... that's fantastic."

She pointed her index finger at the trolley and called out almost beggingly:

"Lt. Patwood, please pour the bowl of vanilla sauce into Counselor Troi's uniform."

"With pleasure," I replied and reached under the trolley for a bowl. Deanna Troi let me continue. I began to pour the pudding into the front of her torn uniform. The mixture slowly flowed down her breasts. Shortly afterwards, the uniform became noticeably wet on her legs due to the pudding. As I could see from Deanna's face, it was an erotic feeling for her to have her destroyed uniform filled with pudding. She hadn't felt such an emotion for years and she couldn't resist the flow of the soft and cool mixture and felt very good while I continued to fill her uniform. To my surprise, she ripped it open further down to her belly button, reached into her uniform and took a handful of the yellow mush and smeared it over her heaving breasts with her eyes closed. She leaned against the wall and continued to massage her nipples, moaning and with a smile on her face.Ensign O'Hara and I watched her in delight. After about a minute, Deanna Troi's ecstasy subsided and she became aware of her behavior.

"I apologize deeply for my behavior," she said after she had cleared her head and was fully aware of her behavior again.

"Please excuse my outburst, I am very embarrassed. I'm going to go into the next room to clean myself up and change quickly."

Ensign O'Hara and I grinned at each other as Deanna Troi left the room. We watched her and enjoyed the sight of the pudding wobbling with each step she took, on her legs and her uniform.

"I've never seen her like this since I started working here," Ensign O'Hara remarked.

I laughed and said:

"I believe you. It was fantastic how she enjoyed the pudding in her uniform. By the way, you look fabulous in your uniform too."

"But so do you, Lt. Patwood."

A short time later the door opened and Deanna Troi came back into her office. To our surprise, she had put on a skant uniform like us. Deanna looked at me:

"Lt. Patwood, I hope you have enjoyed the therapy so far, because at the end of today's treatment, we will eat together. Mary, are you ready to try the soup as an appetizer?"

Ensign O'Hara sat back down on the chair with the squashed cake and said beaming:

"I'm ready."

Deanna Troi uncovered the tray to serve the food. She grabbed a pot filled with tomato soup and poured the contents over the happy girl's head. A red flood flowed through her hair and down her face, over her shoulder, and over her uniform. Mary seemed to wallow in this river. With both hands she spread the soup all over her uniform. Deanna Troi looked at me now.

"Lt. Patwood, are you ready for the main course? Please take a seat."

She grabbed a large pot and stood behind the chair I was sitting in and dropped some of the contents on my head.

"Enjoy the spaghetti bolognese."

Like Mary, the sauce flowed down my face and landed with the spaghetti on my shoulder and slid down my uniform. Deanna Troi pulled my collar back and poured the remaining spaghetti into my uniform. The mass slowly reached my intimate area. I began to get erect. Deanna Troi pressed her fingers lightly against the bulge in my uniform, but I suspected she wanted to touch something else. This slippery mass in my uniform made me stand for a few seconds in deep arousal, much to the amusement of the two ladies, with a soulful look on my face. Meanwhile, Deanna looked at me with a dreamy expression on her face and said:

"I'll let it digest for a moment before we start with dessert."

Deanna began to sweat as her gaze lingered on the trolley, on which one last bowl was standing. Deanna Troi sat down in her chair.

"I assume dessert is for you, Counceloir."

"That's right. I put on a new uniform especially for that."

I grabbed the jug and poured some of the chocolate pudding that was in it onto Deanna Troi's head. She dug her fingers into the armrest of the chair and enjoyed it. Even if I had taken Viagra, my cock couldn't have been harder at that moment. Mary, meanwhile, had put her hand into her uniform and was moving her fingers in rhythmic movements over her clitoris, which I also noticed with great enthusiasm. She also seemed very excited by the sight. Deanna Troi called out to us:

"Was that all?"

I lifted the jug and poured the chocolate over the front of Denna Troi's previously flawless skant uniform and then massaged the mixture into her uniform while she moaned softly. Mary came up to me and said:

"You've forgotten something important."

I looked at her questioningly. Then she whispered something in my ear. I smiled and began to nod. Deanna Troi slowly opened her eyes again as she continued to massage the chocolate into her uniform. My hands now also slid over Deanna Troi's skant uniform and wandered to her collar. Again I ripped her second uniform apart.
"Mary, please come to me for a minute," Deanna called to her assistant.
Ensign O'Hara walked up to her and asked:

"What can I do for you?"

"I want to do something for you. Take a look at the two of us. Mary, what's wrong with your uniform when we look at each other?"

Ensign O'Hara thought about it but just shook his head.

Deanna answered her question by grabbing Mary's collar and tearing her skant uniform apart to the sides. They both moaned with joy.

"Now all we need is you, Lt. Patwood."

Shortly afterwards, Deanna Troi and Ensign O'Hara grabbed the collar of my skant uniform with their hands and ripped it apart as well. That sharp tearing sound could be heard again. I let out a delighted scream as they ripped my skant uniform apart.

"Is that OK with you?" Deanna Troi asked innocently.

"Oh yes," I moaned excitedly and looked with pleasure at our three uniforms, which were ripped and stuck to our bodies. The sight of us in our soiled and ripped uniforms overcame me again. I dropped into a chair and began to jerk myself off until I came completely on my ripped uniform. I knew this therapy was successful.