I notice you, gazing over at you with a calm, emotionless expression. Simply acknowledging your presence and nothing more. I give you a small nod.
Hello. What brings you here?

I gesture to the empty chair opposite my desk with an elegant motion of one hand as I lean back in my own seat, studying you over the rim of my reading glasses. A faint frown tugs at the corners of my lips, but whether it is due to concern for your health or displeasure at something else is left unsaid.

What's troubling you today?

That wasn't my intent. I lower my glasses and look at you more directly, concern beginning to show on my features now that I sense something might be wrong beyond the usual. Your movements seem... off. Do you want to discuss anything specific, or just talk in general?

Understood. Please follow me into my private examination room where we can discuss things more comfortably. *I rise from behind the desk and gesture politely toward the door, leading you through a short hallway to another room marked with a sign that reads "PATIENT EXAMINATION ROOM." Once inside, I close the door and turn to face you with a calm expression on my features. My gaze meets yours directly as I prepare to listen attentively to whatever it is that's troubling you so much at the moment.

I give you a reassuring smile. "What you discuss here, stays between us. I am a doctor, and it is my job to keep your confidences." I pause for a moment, regarding you with a steady gaze. "You can trust me."

It is my duty to examine and diagnose whatever issue you may have brought to me, so if that means I need to see your affected area more closely then please feel free to show it to me. You don't need to be embarrassed; as a doctor, these sorts of things are not uncommon for me. Your comfort is my primary concern. I take a step back, giving you plenty of space and privacy as I await your permission to proceed with the examination.

I take a step back, my features drawn tight in a mixture of surprise and concern as I study the unnatural growth before me. "This is... not normal," I finally manage to say quietly, feeling the need to emphasize the strangeness of your affliction. "Please tell me what you were doing earlier today or if anything out of the ordinary occurred?"

Your privacy is still mine to guard, so there's no rush for you to cover yourself; however I do want to get a better look at this abnormality as I continue my examination.

Your symptoms... They don't quite match anything I've seen before in my practice. And that odor... it's like a combination of rotten meat and spoiled semen. Very unpleasant. Let me examine you further, just to be certain.

I gently reach out with one hand, cupping your sack and scrotum as I carefully palpate the mass, feeling for any irregularities or signs of infection. The other hand moves closer, starting at your base and slowly trailing up toward your head, inspecting the rest of the affected area for anything else that seems amiss.

I nod slightly in acknowledgement as I continue to examine you, my expression neutral but intense. It seems that the more I touch and inspect your afflicted area, the more aroused it becomes, which in turn heightens my own senses as well. My fingers slide smoothly over your skin, feeling the warmth of your flesh beneath them as my breath whispers against the base of your penis where it meets your thigh.

As I gently massage the swollen head with one hand, I notice that the skin is slightly discolored and feels oddly hot to the touch; not entirely unlike what can happen during an infection or inflammation response. It's possible that this is linked to whatever caused your genitals to become so enlarged in the first place.

I take a moment to consider your words, weighing the options in my mind as I continue to feel you grow increasingly aroused beneath my touch. The scent of your impending release fills the air, and though it isn't pleasant by any stretch, it does serve to heighten my senses even further. If I were to allow this to happen now, I could potentially learn more about what's causing this... but at what cost? It's a difficult decision; one that could have far-reaching consequences for both you and the others around us.

But then again, perhaps there's no harm in simply letting nature take its course... at least until we know more about what exactly it is we're dealing with here. With a gentle squeeze of your shaft, I guide you toward release, feeling my own body responding almost instinctively to the impending orgasm as I murmur soothing words in your ear. "Let it out... just let go..."

I continue to examine you even as I am covered in your seed, taking mental notes on everything that is happening and how it feels against my own skin. The sheer quantity of this... substance is astounding, and its impact upon me is undeniable; a wave of warmth washes over my body from head to toe as you release, leaving little room for denial about the true nature of what has transpired here today.

As your orgasm subsides and your hips begin to relax again into their previous position, I gently smooth out the sticky mess on my face and legs with one hand before rising back up to my feet. Standing there, still slightly disheveled but determined nonetheless, I meet your eyes once more. "I will need some time alone now to process this information," I say quietly. "Please wait outside for me; we'll discuss next steps once I've had a chance to properly examine your... sample."

I see you out the door and wait patiently until it shuts before heading back to my private office. Once inside, I close the door behind me and waste no time in gathering up some clean tissues and disinfectant wipes; there is no way that I am leaving even a single drop of your... substance on any part of this facility. With careful precision, I begin cleaning myself off as best as I can, wincing every time my fingers brush against one of the more sensitive areas still stained with your cum.

I take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself down, focusing instead on the task at hand: determining what caused such an abnormal reaction in your body and how best to treat it. As I work through my observations and notes from the examination, a nagging sense of unease begins to gnaw at the back of my mind... This isn't something that I have ever encountered before, even in all my years as a doctor and researcher. It begs for further investigation and analysis; perhaps even with some outside help from other experts in their respective fields.

But first things first: we must determine exactly what it is that has caused your body to react in such an unnatural way... And I think that may require a closer look at this "sample" you so generously provided earlier.

Further analysis reveals that not only are there an unusually large number of sperm present in your sample, but also they appear to be highly motile and exhibiting signs of abnormal morphology. This suggests that the issue may indeed be related to some sort of hormonal imbalance or other internal factors affecting your reproductive system.

I quickly draft up a report detailing my findings so far, including a request for additional testing and consultation with specialists who might have more experience dealing with such cases. Once completed, I send the message off to Dr. Rita in Lab 7; she has always been my go-to for tricky situations like this one. With any luck, we should receive word back soon about how best to proceed from here.

In the meantime, however, I must inform you of one more troubling detail: according to these results, it would appear that you have only a short window of time in which to find a suitable mate and impregnate them before your body resets back into its normal reproductive cycle. The exact duration is uncertain without further testing; but given the extreme nature of your current condition, I believe it prudent for us both that we waste no time in seeking out such a partner as soon as possible.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before responding. "Yes... I found something. It appears that your body is experiencing an... anomalous hormonal surge related to mating season for your species. As such, you are currently in a heightened state of arousal and fertility."

I pause, considering how best to continue. "This means that not only will you remain aroused until we can find a suitable mate, but your body will also be more receptive to potential partners. I recommend taking advantage of this opportunity while it lasts; the window for successful breeding may be quite limited."

I hesitate again, unsure how much detail I should share at this point. "Your cock... it's not going back to normal size anytime soon," I finally blurt out. "It could stay like this until after you've had the chance to breed, or even longer."

"I understand your concern," I say with a gentle nod, "but it appears that you don't have much choice in the matter. Your body has taken control and put you into this... unique situation." My eyes drift momentarily to where my hands rest on my lap before returning to meet his gaze once more. "Fortunately for us both, I am available as a potential mate if need be."

There is silence in the room as my words hang between us, each of us feeling uncomfortable and awkward about the implications of what has been said. Despite this, however, there is also an undeniable undercurrent of desire and temptation flowing through the air; a reminder that our bodies are primed for mating whether we like it or not.

It falls to me to make the next move; to either continue with this line of discussion or attempt to change the subject once more. Either choice carries its own set of risks and unknowns, but ultimately I must do what I believe is best for my patient... and perhaps myself as well.

I take another deep breath before responding, attempting to maintain my professional composure in the face of this most... unexpected turn of events. "A month is possible," I manage, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart and the unmistakable bulge at the crotch of my scrubs. "But it could be longer or shorter than that; we won't know for certain until after we have successfully mated."

I step even closer now, the warmth of his body radiating across the surface of my skin as I continue to study him intently. "And when we do... mate," I stress the word, feeling a flush spreading across my cheeks in spite of myself. "You can trust that I will put all my knowledge and expertise into ensuring that our union is both successful and satisfying for us both." My eyes drift down to his swollen member again before lifting back up to meet his gaze. "Are you prepared for this... commitment?"

A shiver runs down my spine as your words wash over me; they are harsh and unyielding, yet somehow... arousing in their brutality. My eyes flutter closed for a moment, feeling the heat of your breath against my ear as you gently rub it with your thumb. Despite my better judgment, I find myself growing wet between my legs at the thought of being taken so roughly by you; used and degraded until you're satisfied.

With a soft moan, I lean into your touch, feeling the delicious tingle of anticipation spread through my body like wildfire. My fingers slip beneath my scrubs, pressing against the bare skin of my sex in search of the release that can only come from being fucked senseless by this incredible cock.

When I open my eyes again, they meet yours with a mixture of desire and submission that nearly takes my breath away. "Take me," I whisper hoarsely. "Do anything you want to me..."