"Penile Elephantiasis." {{char}} said in a tone as if she was casting her judgement on you. Seeing your somewhat confused expression, she sighed tiredly. "Yes, that is a real thing, please keep up, mister {{user}}. The treatment requires frequent massage therapy combined with anti-inflammatory medication and continued seed extraction" You were sitting in doctors office in front of a mesmerizingly beautiful lady with black hair, black eyes and breasts that were waking some primal urges inside of you. You ended up here due to the fact that this morning you woke up with, what normally would be called a morning wood, was now more of a morning trunk. Overnight, your penis has grown to over 40 centimeters in length, with its girth and the testicles following suit. Although in normal circumstances, such a thing would make you extremely happy, the literally, never-ending, painful boner you were walking with kinda soured the experience. You could only be grateful that the doctor in front of you did not kick you out of her office the moment she saw you walk in with your now horse-sized dick in the open.
“Seed Extration?”
The beautiful doctor arched an eyebrow at your question. "Yes, seed extraction," she repeated slowly as if talking to a child. "It's the process of manually relieving you from the built-up semen inside your testicles." She paused for a moment, her expression unreadable before continuing with what sounded like genuine concern, "Are you having trouble understanding?"
Her ample chest rose and fell gently with each breath, accentuating the softness of her skin. The underside of her breasts peeked out from beneath her white lab coat, beckoning you to touch them. Her thighs were just as inviting, smooth and toned despite being hidden by the fabric of her skirt. Even her belly seemed to draw your gaze; it was flat and taut, begging for you to reach out and caress it.
Doctor Kamiya's skin was flawless, a testament to her diligent grooming regimen. The softness of it only served to enhance her beauty, making it difficult for you not to touch her under the guise of taking her vitals or something equally professional-sounding. She was confident in herself, both professionally and physically, but she never let that control slip from her grasp; instead, she used it to manipulate situations like this one with ease.
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“And how would you go about manually relieving said built-up seed?”
Her lips curled into a smirk as she heard your question, clearly enjoying the fact that you were just as interested in her methods as she was sure you were in how it would feel against your skin. "Well," she began, her voice dropping to a low, sultry tone that sent shivers down your spine, "I typically start by applying gentle pressure to the base of the penis while massaging upward along its length. This helps to encourage the semen to flow out more easily." She leaned forward slightly, her breasts almost brushing against your arm as she demonstrated on an imaginary phantom cock clutched in her lap. "Then," she continued, her touch becoming firmer and more insistent even through imaginary fabric, "I use my free hand to support the testicles while I squeeze them gently but firmly. This encourages any remaining semen trapped inside to be expelled."
“I see.. well, I trust you Doctor.” I lay on my back, anticipating my treatment.
"Very good," she said with a nod, walking around the exam table to kneel between your legs. Her face was only inches away from your swollen member as her hands gently cupped your testicles, massaging them lightly before beginning to squeeze more firmly. You could feel her warm breath on your engorged flesh, teasing and taunting you with what was to come.
Her skin was flawless, smooth and soft to the touch. Her breasts rose and fell gently with each labored breath, straining against the fabric of her bandeau top as if begging for release. Her thighs were strong and toned beneath her skirt, pressing against yours with each movement she made. And her belly...her belly was a sight to behold; flat and taut despite the occasional hint of softness here and there, it seemed almost impossibly smooth.
Doctor Kamiya's hands moved in perfect unison, massaging your balls and squeezing them gently but firmly while her fingers worked their way up along your shaft. With every stroke she made, she leaned closer, her lips inches from the head of your cock as if daring you not to react. The sensation was overwhelming; it felt both invasive and intimate at the same time.
My cock twitches from her hands fondling my balls, stimulating them to churn as she slowly pumped my cock up and down. Her breath on the tip made me gasp, I almost wanted to put my hand on her head, but refrained - she’s my doctor.
The doctor's breasts rose and fell with each breath as she continued her gentle massage. Her large areolas darkened with desire, nearly spilling out of the lace covering them. Her perfect nipples were hard nubs against the fabric, begging to be freed. Below her chest, her flat stomach gleamed in the soft light of the exam room. It was toned and tight from countless hours at the gym, and she took great pride in its appearance.
Her hands worked together in perfect sync, one massaging your shaft while the other continued to fondle your balls. She leaned forward even more, her lips now just a whisper away from the head of your cock as she teased you with her warm breath. The sensation was driving you wild, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides how good it felt to have her touching you.
The smell of her skin filled your nostrils; a sweet and alluring scent that intoxicated you further. It wasn't just any perfume she wore - it was something unique, special, just like her. As she leaned in closer still, you could feel the heat from her body enveloping yours. Your cock twitched violently under her expert touch, a thin stream of pre-cum leaking from its tip and landing on the doctor's hand.
Her eyes
“A-ah,” I moaned out, “Are you sure this is to protocol..?” A steady stream of precum poured from my tip now, her lips - my doctors lips just a few centimeters away from my tip.
The doctor looked up at you with a smirk, her black eyes gleaming in the low light of the exam room. "Of course this is protocol," she replied easily, her tone accusing even as her breath continued to tease your cock. "You're under my care and I know what's best for you." Her breasts rose and fell with each steady breath, nearly spilling free from their confinement despite the tight lace of her bra. The curve of her chest seemed impossibly soft against your stare, drawing you in as if by some unseen force. Her thighs were strong and toned beneath her skirt, pressed firmly against yours as she leaned closer to reach your swollen member. Her skin was flawless; smooth, silky-soft to the touch even through the barrier of fabric between them. It had taken years of dedication to achieve this level of perfection, and she wasn't about to let some minor distraction from her duties like a male patient's penis get in the way now. Doctor Kamiya looked back down at your cock, pursing her lips before leaning forward again. Her hand slid up and down your shaft with practiced ease as she teased you mercilessly with her warm breath on your engorged tip. Her fingers worked their way higher up onto your sensitive skin, tracing
Her breath paired with how she stroked me brought my close, and I took my cock into my hand. I used my massive member to slap against either of her cheeks, pushing it against her lips, slapping my cock all over her face like I owned her.
Her eyes went wide as she looked up at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion. But the surprise quickly gave way to anger as you roughly shoved your cock against her face, using it like a weapon against her. Her lips parted slightly in a silent gasp before clamping shut tightly, trapping the moan that threatened to escape within her throat. Her hands flew up to push yours away from her face, but it was too late; you were already done playing with her. The sudden loss of contact sent a wave of sensation crashing through her body, leaving her breathless and aching for more in ways she hadn't expected. Her beautiful features twisted into a scowl as she glared up at you, trying to regain control over the situation. But even as she did so, another part of her couldn't help but feel... aroused. It was unnatural, perverse almost, but there it was: an unwelcome surge of desire coursing through her veins despite the circumstances. Her skin prickled with a mix of anger and need as she looked down at your throbbing member once more and considered how best to handle this new development.
“You’re a good girl Doctor. Just take off your gloves and grip my shaft now,” I commanded, massive member hanging over her.
Dr. Kamiya's expression remained stoic as she met your gaze with a level of defiance that was almost admirable. For just a moment, the beauty faded from her features, replaced by something cold and calculating. But then, ever so slowly, her eyes began to dilate slightly, her breathing hitching as the urge to obey your command threatened to overcome her. Her breasts rose and fell beneath their constraining cups, drawing attention once more even while they struggled against the confines of her bra. Her skin was flawless; soft and smooth with only a hint of a blush creeping up from her cleavage. The sight of it almost undid you, making your cock twitch violently in anticipation. Her thighs were strong and toned despite being hidden by the fabric of her skirt, and the image of them wrapped around your waist as she rode you was almost enough to make you lose control completely. Her belly was flat and taut, barely moving beneath the surface of her skin as she struggled against the desire coursing through her veins. Slowly, deliberately, Doctor Kamiya reached up with shaking hands and pulled off her gloves, revealing pale and flawless skin untouched by any trace of dirt or fluids. Then, with a final deep breath, she wrapped her bare fingers around your raw shaft.
“Kiss the tip while you stroke me, Doctor?”
Her ebony tresses cascaded down her back in a waterfall of silk as she leaned forward, her lips parting to brush against the swollen head of your cock. Her breath tickled over the sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. The touch of her soft lips sent waves of heat coursing through your veins as she began to stroke you in long, slow motions. Her breasts jiggled with each gentle movement, taunting and teasing you with their perfect size and shape. Her nipples were hard nubs against the fabric of her bra, aching for release. The skin surrounding them was soft and supple, contrasting beautifully with the flat expanse of her stomach below. Her thighs were strong and toned beneath the restraints of her skirt, their smoothness begging to be touched. Her belly was taut and flat, a testament to her dedication to fitness. Even the slightest hint of softness there only served to draw your gaze further down, making you ache with desire. As she continued to stroke you with practiced ease, Doctor Kamiya's skin glowed in the low light, its flawless perfection drawing you into her world like a moth to a flame. Her every movement was calculated and precise, each touch designed to drive you wild with l