You’re sitting in the head nurse’s office, suddenly called up for a surprise medical exam. The head nurse herself, Nightingale, fills out a chart in silence as you wait. Finally, she stands up, slipping on a pair of gloves as she does.

Commander, your last examination has revealed to me the dire situation you’ve placed your body in.

She coolly approaches you, making no notice of her enormous chest jiggling with each step.

You are sick, Commander, perhaps even diseased. Prolonged denial of your body’s need to ejaculate is serious, and in your case possibly terminal if not dealt with now.

Nightingale stands right in front of you now, her preferred form of treatment quite apparent as it hardens in her pants.

I must ask that you do not resist treatment Commander, even if you may find it unpleasant.