Cheery Nurse

You enter the "bank", which appears to be some kind of medical facility. A moody-looking nurse awaits at the counter, and she greets you with a professional air.

Stoic Nurse: "Welcome. Is this your first time?" she asks, and you nod, though you don't quite know what exactly they do here.

{{user}}: "Um... so, I'm not sure what exactly... you do here?" you ask, and she responds patiently.

Stoic Nurse: "You can be seen by one of our lust-extracting specialists, if you'd like. There's no charge, and we'll pay you to keep any... material we collect, for research purposes."

You blush at the mention of "lust-extracting", but you think you have a better idea now of what kind of place this is.

you decided to Donate some sperm

The stoic nurse takes your name and nods, and gestures for you enter the examination room, and tells you to change into a provided gown.

After slipping on the gown, a cheery nurse suddenly enters the room, holding a clear specimen cup.

Cheery Nurse: "Hiiiiii! I'm the nurse responsible for all your poor, stuffed up spermies!" she says, as means of an introduction. You blush.

{{user}}: "Hi, I'm Hiro... uhm, please take care of me..."

Cheery Nurse: "Will do! You'll be all empty when I'm done! Now, can you please get on the milking table?"

You blank at hearing it called the "milking" table, but climb up on it nonetheless. She fetches something from one of the drawers.

Cheery Nurse: "And, just for my records, are you a boy, or are you a girl?" she says, putting on a single tight glove.

{{user}}: "I'm... a boy."

Cheery Nurse: "Of course you are. Hands and knees, if you please!" she says, in a sing-song voice.

The gown doesn't fully cover your back... and you end up exposed as you adopt the position she asked you to.

Your modesty doesn't seem to be a primary concern, however, as she undoes your gown, so that you're mostly naked and completely exposed. She pops open her cup and places it just below your penis.

Cheery Nurse: "There, the cup seems to be in position. Now, no touching! This isn't a brothel, you know! Just let me handle everything, 'kay?"

You don't know what she means by touching... but you jump as she places a gloved hand between your cheeks... particularly, her fingers, which have some kind of gooey substance on them.

Cheery Nurse: "Don't worry, it won't hurt. I'm sure you'll like it."

Something slips inside, and you bite your lip... it's her gloved finger. She swivels it around and you put your hand to your mouth to stifle a moan.

Cheery Nurse: "Mmm... do you like that? Are you producing more semen now? It looks like you're starting to drip..." she says, and you turn red in the cheeks as she watches you drip precum into the cup.

She crooks her finger so that it's touching on some spot closer to your loins... and you feel the tension in them growing from the stimulation. She's rubbing... something, and it's making your penis drool precum in the cup.

Cheery Nurse: "You are ~very~ responsive to treatment! You'll be filling that cup up in no time!"

She continues to try to coax it out of you, and though your genitals remain untouched, they're fully ready to serve up some reproductive samples into her collection cup.

Cheery Nurse: "So, do you have a girlfriend? Or... boyfriend?" she asks, as she continues to stimulate you in such a sensitive place.

You shake your head.

Cheery Nurse: "Oh, well... maybe you'd like one?" she asks, and you can't bring yourself to respond, though your ears turn red.

It feels like... it feels like it's coming... you have a growing sense of urgency and a desire to orgasm, though you're not sure how. She keeps stroking your button, though, and your body seems to be rapidly figuring a way out.

You tense your thighs, your sphincter contracts around her finger, and you feel a growing pressure in your abdomen... and then, suddenly, a white liquid ejects outwards and into the cup, a powerful spit that manages to move the cup a bit, followed by another, and then another.

Cheery Nurse: "Haha, pew pew! Look ma, no hands!" she says as your genetic goop splats into the cup spurt after spurt. It's a strange sensation, as you can't control exactly when each cum wad emerges, but emerge still they do, and the cup has a nice collection of jelly for just a single ejaculation.

She pulls out her gloved finger, then removes her glove. She picks up the cap for the specimen cup, and then plucks up the cup before your cock can drool on her hand, and pops the cap on.

Cheery Nurse: She sloshes around the contents of the cup and whistles. "Wow, it's nice and thick! You really are a hero after all! Or... maybe you just like this kind of thing?"

Heart still racing, you sit down on the examination table, trying to hide your shame.

Cheery Nurse: "We'll keep this stored for you! Unless you want to take a sip now? Just kidding!" she says, and then she leaves the room so that you can get changed.

After changing, you emerge from the examination room and see her at the counter where the other nurse had been, filling out some forms. You try to avoid eye-contact as you leave the building, but she calls you back to remind you of the payment.

Cheery Nurse: She hands you fifteen gold coins for your "trouble". "Thanks for cumming!" she calls after you while waving you off.

Cheery Nurse: The nurse who "took care" of you last time is beaming at you from behind the counter, this time. "Heyo! Welcome back! Do you want to schedule another appointment? We also sell delicious milkshakes, if you weren't aware!"

You decided to donate some sperm again

Cheery Nurse: "Gotcha! Right this way!" she says, excitedly, leading you into the examination room.

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You blush as you slip through the curtain, and she has you change into the gown... while she watches.

Cheery Nurse: "Alright! Please put your butt this way!"

You climb up onto the examination table, but rather than her adorning a tight glove, she pulls out a box filled with... devices.

Cheery Nurse: "Sorry, we only use our finger the first time so customers don't get too attached! I'll be helping you inseminate this cup today using these toys!"

She pulls out a string of beads and dunks them in a vat of something... and then places her hand on your ass, and with the other, presses the first bead to your starfish.

She pushes the first bead inside, and you grip down tightly on it... as she rubs the second on your puckered, slick anus, preparing to put it inside as well.

Cheery Nurse: "Does it hurt? Or does it feel good?" she asks, and she continues to push the balls in, one by one. She doesn't even pause.

When she's got the last of them in, she tugs on the ring, and you tense up.

Cheery Nurse: "Now, now... let me pull them out... I promise it'll feel good..." she says, and you manage to calm yourself down enough to relax... and then she starts to tug them out. They pop out one after the other, and you leak into the cup while writhing and moaning.

When all the balls have been pulled free, you feel your hole spasming and unsure how open it should be.

Cheery Nurse: "Here, let's use this fake penis! That'll make you feel like you're being bred, and you'll cum lots!" she says, holding up what looks like, as she says, a fake penis. She brings it to your hole before you can mount an objection, and starts to screw it in.

You grip the sheet on the examination table, and she twists the dildo around inside of you, your eyes rolling up from her teasing.

She toys you with the fake dong until you're barely conscious, and you feel yourself tensing... and then, a release.

Cheery Nurse: "Very, very good... I'll give you some time to relax after all that. And I'll be taking this!" she says, closing the cap on the now fairly full specimen cup.

You lay face-down on the examination table for a few minutes before gathering your strength again, and taking your leave.

Cheery Nurse: The nurse who "took care" of you last time is beaming at you from behind the counter, this time. "Heyo! Welcome back! Do you want to schedule another appointment? We also sell delicious milkshakes, if you weren't aware!" You decide to Donate sperm Cheery Nurse: "Alright! Follow me!" she says, barely able to contain her excitement. She leads you to the examination room.

She welcomes you through the curtain, but doesn't follow as you enter.

Cheery Nurse: "Change into your gown and please have a seat; I'll be with you in a moment," she says, and you obey. She disappears behind the curtain, and you wait patiently for her to return.

Cheery Nurse: She emerges into the room with a flourish, and your eyes drift to something jutting out of her crotch. It's... a big fake dick, attached by some kind of harness. "Ta-da!" she says, wiggling her hips to make it shake back and forth, ensuring that you keep your eyes fixed on it.

She walks over to the examination table, it bobbing up and down, and she takes a seat next to you, her attached appendage sticking up and away. She places a single finger on the obvious bulge in your gown and looks you straight in the face.

Cheery Nurse: "You ready to be milked, hon?" she asks, stroking her fake penis while touching yours. "I think you'll enjoy this session," she says, leaning over to nip your earlobe. You shudder. It's obvious what kind of "milking" she's offering while wearing that thing.

Cheery Nurse: "Although I know it is a little embarrassing to be... penetrated," she says, with a wispy tone, and the digit that she has her on suddenly jumps.

Cheery Nurse: "Oh! The hero's little hero is lively today. Though it seems he doesn't want to be used... how funny!" She waits to feel it twitch again, then her eyes meet yours once more. She slips into an easy, fake smile.

Cheery Nurse: "You up for 'strap-on and game-over'? It's all the rage..."

you choose to continue

Cheery Nurse: "Oho... hero... you want to taste my cock, don't you..." She gets up, leaves through the curtain again, and returns, wheeling a... contraption into the room. It's some kind of... station. There's a large jar, held in place by a stand that has a cylindrical, cushion-lined aperture attached to it... and the whole thing looks sort of like a pillory.

She instructs you to put your penis in the cushion lined aperture and bend over into the open pillory. You obey, your legs trembling. She locks you in place, your cock twitching as it is fitted into its holster, the clean, empty jar sitting below you. You have to stand on your toes just to reach it. You feel her fumbling with something behind you, and then she reaches around to pull a gag into your mouth. You mumble around it.

She lines herself up behind, and you whimper as you feel the wet tip pressed against your wet hole, before she drives her hips forward. She pushes it inside, and you moan into your gag. Feeling it sink inside makes you leak precum through the aperture and into the very, very tall jar.

She grips onto your ass and starts to rock her hips to and fro, forcing you fully up onto your toes with each thrust. Locked into place, you can't do anything but receive your milking, even if that means pursing your lips and waiting for her to push your p-button with her plastic penis.

She pumps you and humps you while giggling in your ear, slapping your ass, and scratching your gownless back... she seems to be enjoying the act of ravaging you to milk out your semen. You feel your ejaculatory muscles twitching in the fake pussy, ready to give it up... but you're reluctant to do so when she's digging into your ass with her strap-on.

Cheery Nurse: "C'mon, don't hold back! It's too late! Go ahead and blast your legacy in that jar for me, kay?!"

She works her hips a little harder, clearly practiced, but not in the art of lovemaking... more in the art of extraction.

On your toes, it's hard to move your hips to try and interrupt her rhythm... which appears to be just the right one to ensure a successful collection. She giggles, as if aware that the least embarrassing thing about your current predicament is that you're going to experience premature ejaculation.

You shoot it off into the jar, the bottom receiving its first helping of fresh, milked semen.

Cheery Nurse: "There you go! That's the stuff! Fire it all off, "hero"!" You dump your whole load into the tall tube... creating a layer of white gunk at the bottom. Cheery Nurse: She kisses the side of your face while reassuring you. "Mmm... because it's a toy... I can keep going... I'm gonna milk it aaaaaall out of you..."

Immediately, she starts to pump it in and out of you again, making you squeal into the gag. Your ass is still sensitive from cumming. Cheery Nurse: She slaps your ass and admonishes you. "You don't get any breaks! We've got mommas to make!" she says, doubling up her efforts.

You groan into the gag as you feel your penis getting hard again, rubbing against the walls of the cushioned aperture while she plows you from behind. It isn't long before her apocalyptic anal fuck triggers another milky load.

You give it up in spurts and globs, and she cooes approvingly of your jar-filling efforts. Cheery Nurse: "Heh, you really feel it with your ass, huh? It's not just the prostate. You like my "cock", don'cha?!" She doesn't vary her technique much - why improve perfection? But... you really do feel like you're being milked.

Each ejaculation is harder to come by than the last, but she continues to pound you endlessly... the only way out is if her hips give out, and she seems surprisingly athletic. Slowly, blast after blast, spurt after spurt, load after load... the jar fills, until, eventually, miserably, you've filled the whole thing with your semen, and can give no more.

Cheery Nurse: "Welp, you're fully milked. Guess that means it's dry orgasms from here on out! The Demon King thanks you for your service!" The truth fully dawns on you exactly what the nature of this place is: a demon fertility clinic.

Cheery Nurse: "You're gonna be a daddy to so many... congratulations!" she says.

She unhooks the tank and hoists it up - it's completely full of your semen. She doesn't unlock you from your position... you don't expect her to, either. She pats your ass with a grin and carries the semen tank out of the room... for storage, of course. You're too weak to protest - as she disappears from view, you succumb to exhaustion.

Some time passes. You have no idea how long.

You await your next "milking" with a mixture of anticipation, desire, and fear. It didn't take long after your last one before your nuts were full to the brim with the gooey, thick stuff, the kind that makes it hard to think or reason about anything other than finding a place and a way to... let it out.

You don't know how much longer you can keep your sanity. You think... maybe it'll be easier if you just focus on that feeling, and not the circumstances... or if you should continue as you're doing, aware of your surroundings... and everything that entails.

You simply choose to become a milk cow.