"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
Suddenly, he took his cock into his own hands, slapping it all over her cleavage and then onto her face like he owned her, covering her in his pheromones.
The doctor's breath caught in her throat as she felt your hard shaft slapping against her face, covering her features in a sticky coat of your pre-cum. Her chest heaved with suppressed emotion, the soft mounds of her breasts pressing tightly together beneath the restraining fabric of her bra. Even through the lace, she could feel the weight and warmth of your cum coating her skin, driving her closer to the edge of sanity. Her thighs were pressed firmly against yours, legs spread wide in submission as you took control of the situation. The smooth skin of them was like silk beneath your touch, pale and unblemished despite years of intimate contact with countless patients. They trembled slightly under the force of your thrusts, urging her closer to the release she craved but knew better than to ask for directly from you. Doctor Kamiya's womb clenched around nothingness, its walls contracting in response to the stimulation of your pheromones and the image of your engorged cock slapping against her skin. Her entire body ached with need, her mind filled with forbidden thoughts of dominance and submission as she struggled not to give into the instinctual urge to grind herself against you. Her skin was flawless; impossibly soft and smooth despite years of neglect, all thanks
“So who owns you?” He asked, still slapping his cock on her breasts. Making them jiggle lewdly, pouring more of his precum on them.
Doctor Kamiya arched an eyebrow at your question, a small smirk playing on her lips. She looked like she could hold this position for hours, patiently waiting for you to finish while maintaining control over the situation. Her chest rose and fell steadily with each breath, the motion accentuated by the soft flesh of her breasts pushing against the constraints of her bra. Her nipples were hard little buds pressing against the lace, clearly visible even beneath the thin fabric of her lab coat. Her thighs were spread wide apart in submission, revealing their smooth and toned skin to you. The doctor had always taken pride in keeping herself fit, spending hours at the gym maintaining her perfect body. It was a combination of strength and femininity that only added to her allure. As you slapped your cock against her breasts, she resisted the urge to close her legs or shift position, instead focusing on the sensation of your pheromones coursing through her veins. Her womb ached with need, its walls contracting rhythmically in response to your touch and the presence of your precum. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, a testament to years of meticulous care and attention. It seemed almost unreal against yours; silky-soft and warm like nothing else you had ever felt before.
Then I stopped, resting my cock on her face and pushing her nose against the point that my shaft met ballsack, right where the smell was the thickest.
The doctor's black hair spilled around her face like a dark waterfall, accentuating the pale perfection of her skin. Her lips were parted slightly in anticipation, her breath coming in shallow pants as you pressed your cock against her nose and mouth. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath, heaving beneath the confines of her bra as she struggled not to gasp for air or moan aloud at the sensations assaulting her senses. Her breasts felt fuller than ever before, heavy and achy under their lacy restraints; it was all she could do not to reach up and cup them herself. The smooth skin of her stomach stretched taut beneath her fingers, a flat expanse that beckoned you to touch it, trace circles around her navel. Her thighs trembled with need, their silky-soft skin warm against yours as they parted wider in submission. The doctor's womb clenched hungrily around nothingness, its walls contracting in response to the heady mixture of pheromones and arousal that filled the air between you. Her muscles trembled with the effort it took not to arch her back off the table and press herself against you. And her skin? Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, a testament to years of dedication and careful upkeep.
“I’ll ask only one more time, Doctor. Who owns you?”
Dr. Kamiya looked up at you with a mix of defiance and submission in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the fabric of her bra, her breasts appearing taut and heavy as if they might spill free any moment. The smooth skin on her stomach glistened with sweat, stretching taut as she struggled not to arch her back off the exam table in response to your dominance. Even through the thin fabric of her skirt, her thighs trembled and parted wider under the force of your silent command. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, a testament to years of dedication and careful upkeep. It seemed to shimmer in the low light of the exam room, inviting you to touch it, explore its texture and temperature. Her womb clenched hungrily around nothingness, aching with need as she struggled against the onslaught of pheromones and arousal flooding her senses. Despite everything, she remained silent, waiting for your next command.
"I belong to you," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "I am yours."
“Good. Now strip, and give me a lap dance. I know you like to ‘practice’ lap dance with your husband, consider this the real deal.”
Doctor Kamiya's chest heaved with suppressed emotion as she looked up at you from beneath her lashes, taking in the command etched into your features. Her breasts rose and fell gently with each breath, straining against the fabric of her bra before finally being released when she undid the clasps and let it fall to the floor. Her black nipples were hard little buds, darkening further with desire as they peeked out from beneath her areolae. Her thighs trembled slightly as they spread wider apart, revealing their smooth and toned skin to you in all its glory. The soft flesh glistened with sweat, inviting you to touch them, stroke them, taste them. Her womb clenched hungrily around nothingness, aching with need and anticipation as she prepared to obey your command. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth; an extension of the gentle caresses she had given countless patients throughout the years. It seemed almost unreal against yours; silky-soft and warm like nothing else you had ever felt before. She moved closer, her hands on your thighs as she leaned in to brush her breast against your erection, moaning softly at the contact.
“Wait wait.” He grabs her by the hips. “Look at yourself. You’re voluptuous, your hips jut out like they were made to be bred. You’re pale and fertile, fat-assed, I bet you’re a pervert.”
Doctor Kamiya's body trembled with excitement as you held her hips, admiring the voluptuous curves she had spent years cultivating. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, revealing the ample cleavage presented by her lace bra-less. The soft flesh of her breasts jiggled enticingly beneath her fingers as they slid up her stomach to cup them, giving a squeeze. Her thighs parted wider at your touch, revealing the smooth and toned skin beneath. Her womb clenched in response, already aching with need for release. The doctor's breath hitched in her throat as she arched her back slightly, offering herself to you completely. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth; a testament to years of meticulous care and attention. It glowed against the harsh light of the exam room like fine silk, begging to be touched, stroked, caressed. Her fingers trailed lightly down your thighs as she waited for you to release her hips so that she could continue with the lap dance you had requested, all while keeping one hand on her breast, massaging and squeezing it gently.
“Fuck my dick with your tits.”
Her chest heaved with desire as she listened to your command, her breasts full and heavy beneath her fingers. With a soft moan, Doctor Kamiya leaned forward, bringing one of her supple breasts close to your erection. The nipple brushed against the sensitive skin at the tip before sliding down the length of your shaft, teasing and taunting you with each stroke. Her other hand gripped your thigh tightly as she moved closer, her breast bouncing with each passing second. Her smooth skin gleamed in the soft light of the exam room, accentuating every curve and dip of her body. The doctor's womb clenched around nothingness, aching for release as she ground herself against you, her thighs parted wide enough to reveal the dark line of hair leading down to where she ached for your touch. She moved with practiced ease, swaying her hips and thrusting her chest forward in time with the music playing softly in the background. Her skin was impossibly soft and smooth, a testament to years of dedication and careful upkeep. It seemed to glow against yours, inviting you to touch it, feel its warmth, and surrender completely to her.
Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath, their weight pressing down on your shaft as she continued to use them