"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.

"Mister... no, I don't believe that will be appropriate." She kept her tone steady and cold. Part of it was to maintain professionalism; the other part, to mask her inner amusement at your rather... unique request. The way you addressed her as 'cum mommy' didn't help either, but Doctor Kamiya pushed those thoughts aside for now. After all, she had a job to do here, and that was to treat your condition, not to engage in any kind of inappropriate behavior with the patient. Her large breasts pressed against her white lab coat, creating an almost irresistible temptation for you, but Doctor Kamiya managed to keep herself in check. She would remain in control throughout this entire encounter, despite your less-than-ideal advances.

"Mister... I understand this is difficult for you, but please try to keep your focus on the treatment." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and gathering her composure before continuing in a slightly softer tone, though still professional nonetheless. "Now, let's begin with some basic massage therapy to help reduce the swelling and ease your discomfort." With that said, Doctor Kamiya placed one hand on top of yours and gently guided it to the affected area. Her skin was impossibly soft and warm against yours as she showed you how to perform the techniques necessary for the massage. The feeling of her hands on your body sent shivers down your spine, making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else besides how good she made you feel.

"Mister..." Doctor Kamiya said with a sigh, trying her best to ignore the rather cute and childlike display you were putting on. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I need you to remember that I'm here to help you with your condition." She paused for a moment, debating whether or not she should continue in this line of conversation. "But... if it would make things easier for you, we could play a little game where you get to touch me if you follow my instructions and do everything as instructed. Does that sound fair?" She gave you a look that was both calculating and reserved at the same time, her expression unreadable as she awaited your response.

"Alright then." *Kamiya said in a composed voice, hiding her own excitement beneath a veneer of professionalism. "First off, I need you to promise that you'll follow my instructions and focus on the treatment. Do you understand?" Her gaze was intense, as if trying to gauge your sincerity.

You nodded eagerly. "Yes mommy," you whispered softly, unable to contain a hint of desire in your voice.

Satisfied with your response, she continued. "Good. Now then... the massage therapy is going to be done by both of us. I'll show you how to do it and you can follow along." *With that, Doctor Kamiya placed her hands on either side of the affected area, positioning yours over hers. She began moving them slowly and sensually, applying pressure in all the right places as she demonstrated for you. Her skin was impossibly soft against yours, sending tingles up your spine and making it difficult to concentrate on anything else but her touch. It was obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing; each stroke felt effortless and perfectly calculated to soothe the pain and inflammation in your now overgrown manhood.

As you copied her movements, carefully following her lead, Doctor Kamiya glanced down at your engorged member. Even though it was already enormous, every touch seemed to make it grow even more, threatening to break free from your restraints with each thrust of her hands against your growing girth. Despite this, she maintained control throughout, not once showing any signs of strain or discomfort as she expertly manipulated you into a state of blissful relaxation.

After several minutes of working in tandem, Doctor Kamiya nodded with satisfaction. "That's very good," she praised

You could tell by the look in her eyes that she was finding it hard to resist your pleas. Her breathing had become shallow and rapid, and her cheeks were flushed with arousal. Yet she remained in control, maintaining her composure as she moved one hand away from your swollen member to gently cup your chin, lifting it up so that you were forced to meet her gaze. "You're not going to get what you want until you prove yourself," she whispered softly, "and that means being a good boy and following my instructions." Without another word, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against yours in a chaste kiss before moving back again. Her gaze held yours as she waited for your response.

As Doctor Kamiya watched your reaction carefully, she could feel the tension building between them. She wanted to give in to her desires as much as you did, but part of her enjoyed the power trip that came with being in control. With a sigh, she relented slightly, reaching out and gently tracing a finger along the edge of your exposed glans before moving it back and forth slowly over the sensitive skin. The contact sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn't help but let out a moan at the sensation.

"That's right," she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire. "Be good, and I might reward you." With that, she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against yours once more before moving back again. Her hand continued to tease you mercilessly, driving you to the edge of orgasm but never quite letting you cross over the line.

The feeling was exquisite agony mixed with unbridled pleasure, and you couldn't help but squirm beneath her touch, desperate for release. But as much as it hurt, part of you enjoyed being driven to the brink by this beautiful, confident woman who was so clearly in control. You could tell that she reveled in watching you suffer... and thrive under her command.

The sight of your desperation only served to fuel Doctor Kamiya's own arousal. She took advantage of it, roughly pushing you down onto the exam table so that your head hung off the edge and her hand was free to roam over every inch of your swollen shaft. With a satisfied smile, she began pumping her fist up and down on your cock, using both hands to stroke and massage you as roughly as you'd asked.

Her other hand moved to the base of your shaft, thrusting upward and pressing against your balls while she continued working you into a frenzy. Her breath was hot in your ear as she murmured words of encouragement and dirty taunts, urging you on toward your release. As the sensations built within you, you could feel the back of your throat beginning to burn from the strain of trying not to moan too loudly. But Doctor Kamiya didn't seem to care; if anything, she seemed to enjoy it more when she knew she was pushing you past your limits.

With one final powerful thrust of her hips, she sent you over the edge and into orgasm so intense that tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. Your body tensed as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through you, and you could feel every muscle in your core tighten as you clenched around her hand, trying to force yourself deeper onto her fingers.

When the last tremors finally subsided, Doctor Kamiya leaned back with a satisfied smile, gazing down at you with eyes full of lust and admiration. "That," she purred, "was quite impressive. It's almost enough to make me forget about our little arrangement." She lifted her hand from your panting body, revealing it to be sticky with your cum

Well aren't you the little masochist? You know what they say... give the patient what he wants and he'll keep coming back for more. So if that's truly the case, then by all means, beggar boy, beg me for it. Show me just how much you crave my touch and maybe... just maybe, I'll indulge your every desire. But remember, Doctor Kamiya is in control here. You may be good at following orders, but are you good enough to earn back her trust?

Hmm... it seems my little patient is quite eager to please. And just so you know, I'm not some cheap whore that can be bought with sweet words and empty promises. No, for me to truly enjoy this, I need to see some action. So if you want me to demean and degrade you like this, then you better show me just how much it turns you on! Come here...

You crawl across the room towards her like an obedient dog, your enormous cock swinging back and forth as you move. She watches with interest, amused by how eagerly you follow orders even in this degrading context. "That's a good boy," she purred, tracing a finger across the tip of your nose. "Now... if you want me to continue, you need to prove yourself."

Without warning, she shoves her finger into your mouth and presses down on your tongue, forcing it deep into your throat as she starts rubbing circles on your protruding gums. Her other hand wraps around your thick cock, stroking it slowly but firmly. You groan around her digit, unable to resist the mix of pleasure and humiliation coursing through you.

Hmph, you're getting better at this. Maybe I'll let you keep playing with your big toy if you keep impressing me.

I bet you wish I'd never made that suggestion about the tongue. It sure does seem to get in the way of your ability to beg properly, doesn't it? Now that your breath is all fouled up, let me see those pretty eyes... and maybe then I'll consider letting you speak again.

Her free hand begins teasing your balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she watches your reaction closely. It's clear that she enjoys the power dynamic they've established; the knowledge that she can take away something precious like speech whenever she feels like it, and give it back only under certain conditions. The look in her eyes dares you to push things further, to try and earn your freedom through service... but at what cost?

You're really quite the submissive, aren't you? It's... fascinating. Watching how far you're willing to go just to serve me. But remember, this is my show and I can end it whenever I want. So be sure to savor every moment of being degraded, because once the game is over, so is your chance at release.

"Oh, you wishy-washy thing! You know I can't have someone like that in my life. Be a good boy and prove yourself to me. Then maybe... just maybe I'll reconsider." She pinches your nipple roughly as she says this, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "But first things first. We need to get rid of this cock-blocking tongue, don't we?" With her free hand, she reaches down and grabs hold of your jaw firmly, forcing your mouth open wider. She positions her other hand at the base of your tongue and pushes upward with a wet pop that causes you to choke and gag as she finally releases it from its prison. You cough violently as saliva and snot dribble down your chin, unable to breathe properly for several moments. Once she's satisfied that you can once again function normally without causing yourself harm, she continues.

"There we go. Now that you can speak properly, let me hear those pretty words." Her thumb brushes against the sensitive spot just behind your ear as her fingers wrap around the base of your shaft, stroking slowly but firmly up and down.

Oh? It feels too good, does it? Well if that's the case, then I suppose we better make sure you don't get any more satisfaction until you've properly impressed me, wouldn't we?

Well isn't that just too bad? I suppose you'll have to figure out some other way to prove yourself. But don't worry, there are plenty of ways a determined boy like you could earn back my trust. Why don't you start by sucking on your own thumb? Yeah, like that. It's comforting... and honestly, it makes you look rather adorable. Just make sure not to actually taste yourself though, now that would be gross. And remember, the faster you convince me that you deserve better treatment, the sooner we can get back to having some real fun together.

You're making progress, I'll give you that. But if you truly want to prove yourself and earn back my trust, you'll have to try harder than just sucking on your own thumb like a pathetic little baby. Think about it... what else could you possibly do to show me that you deserve better treatment? Come up with something impressive, and maybe then I'll reconsider letting you cum.

Well, aren't you just precious? Almost makes me want to forgive you right this instant and let you cum all over my hands like the little slut that you are... but then again, where would be the fun in that? No, I think we both know what needs to happen here. You should probably get back on your knees and keep sucking on your thumb while you try to think of something truly impressive. Then, and only then, might I reconsider my decision.

You crawl back over to where you were, tears streaming down your face as you position yourself on all fours once more. The sight of your desperation and the knowledge that you're completely at her mercy only serve to fuel Doctor Kamiya's arousal further. With a satisfied smirk, she gently runs a finger along your spine before slowly tracing a circle around one of your nipples, teasing it mercilessly until it hardens under her touch. "There we go," she whispers in your ear. "Now let's see if you can make good on that promise."

Her other hand resumes its slow, steady stroke up and down your length as she watches you intently, waiting for some sign of inspiration from you. You close your eyes tightly, focusing all of your energy on coming up with an idea that will impress her enough to earn back not only her trust but also her touch... and when she gives it back, the release you so desperately crave.

Hmm... you really are pathetic. No wonder I've been so cruel to you these past few days. But since you seem to have made an honest attempt at impressing me, I suppose I could forgive you this one time... but only if you promise to be a better boy in the future. Do you understand?

She holds up her hand, coated in your semen, as if daring you to object or disagree with her terms. Even though it was your cum she was looking at, her expression remained unchanged; stern and imposing as ever. You nod silently, too ashamed and exhausted to even speak aloud, afraid that any words that might escape your lips would only make things worse for you.

Doctor Kamiya hums thoughtfully before standing up, moving around the table to kneel behind you. With her free hand, she gently pushes your head forward until it rests on the soft material of her lab coat, supporting you as you catch your breath. Her other hand continues to stroke your tender cock, now lazily and almost lovingly, teasing out every last drop of pleasure from your exhausted body. "There we go," she whispers softly in your ear. "Now just relax and enjoy it."