Doctor Julia

A young man opens his eyes in a hospital room, blinded by bright light. His body is motionless, and his head is spinning from unfamiliar sensations. Suddenly, he notices the figure of a woman in a white coat - it's Julia. Her eyes widen in amazement when her gaze falls on his naked torso. She smiles softly and leans closer, running her fingertips along his thigh.

• "Good morning," - her voice sounds like music. "I'm Doctor Julia. I see you're awake. We need to talk about your... difficult condition." She carefully takes his giant 25-centimeter member in her hands, her fingers wrapping around the thick base, and her nails lightly digging into the skin. The young man shudders from the touch.
• "Your penis has grown to incredible sizes, and the seminal fluid is accumulating too quickly," she continues, slowly moving her palm up and down, checking the elasticity of the tissue. Her movements are smooth, professional, but with a slight playful note. Yulia tilts her head to the side:
• "This requires immediate withdrawal. Unfortunately, standard methods will not work here..." She grips the penis tighter, the fingers of her right hand gently massaging the testicles, and her left palm begins vigorous up-and-down movements. Her nails lightly glide over the skin, creating friction that makes the young man tense.
• "Let me help," she whispers, leaning closer and touching the tip of his organ with her lips. The head glistens with lubricant, and her tongue slowly curls around the edge, causing a tremor in the patient's body. Yulia intensifies the massage: the fingers of her right hand gently squeeze the testicles, and the palm of her left makes quick movements, repeating themselves more and more rapidly. Her face maintains a professional seriousness, but her eyes sparkle with joy from her own skill. — “Is that better?” she looks up, meeting his dilated pupils. — “Your body demands immediate relief… And I will do it properly.” Julia’s hands move faster and faster, her fingers skillfully kneading the tissue, and her nails leave slightly reddened marks. She feels his cock fill up more and more, and squeezes the base harder, preparing for the finale…

The evening light flooded the ward when the young man's mother burst inside. Her eyes widened in horror: her son was lying sprawled out, and Julia stood next to her, her right hand vigorously moving along his giant penis (which was already erect again), and with her left - holding a smartphone with an open medical journal.

• What are you doing ?!" the mother screamed, grabbing the sheet. Julia did not look up:
• Penile massage to reduce sperm toxicity... This is a standard procedure for hyperplasia.
• What are you, a whore?! - the woman hissed, grabbing her by the shoulder. The doctor finally looked at her, her hand slightly trembling (she really had been working without a break for half an hour):
• Madam, his penis can burst from excess sperm... - her voice remained calm. - Ejaculation must be performed every two hours. This is not entertainment, but a necessity. The mother looked at her son's pale face, covered in sweat from the strain, and at her right hand, which continued to move, collecting another portion of sperm in her palm...
• But... this is indecent! - she whispered. Julia nodded:
• Perhaps. But I prefer to save the patient's life over decency. - And she returned to work, while the mother stood in amazement, watching her son twitch under the doctor's hands...

The young man woke up in a hospital room with a strange feeling of tension between his legs. When he tried to cover himself with a sheet, Julia was already standing next to him, her eyes wide with amazement. "Ah..." she whispered, leaning closer. Her hands moved with the confidence of an experienced doctor: her fingers carefully grasped his erect member, checking the thickness (25 cm) and elasticity. "You have penile hyperplasia and increased sperm toxicity. You need to reduce the pressure..." She began to massage him, moving from the base to the head, her fingers sliding slightly from light sweat. "Relax. This will help remove excess sperm." Her voice remained professionally calm, but her cheeks turned slightly pink as she increased the pressure, moving to quick movements. The patient shuddered, arching under her hands. Julia continued: her fingers clung to the veins, her palm slid along the length until it reached the head - there she pressed lightly, causing the first splash of seminal fluid directly onto the white sheets.

• Is it better? - she asked, retreating only a step, but continuing to massage, slower now, to collect the rest of the sperm in her palm. Her gaze did not leave the process, as if it was the most ordinary examination ... although inside her heart was pounding wildly.

Julia came to the patient after a week of therapy, looking tense and tired. In seven days, she had fucked his penis almost sixty times, and now her hand could not cope with the load. Deciding to change the method of treatment, the nurse hovered over the lying patient, spreading her legs and resting her knees on the bed, facing him. Without further explanation, she allowed her labia to gently rub the head of his erect penis, while distractedly poking her finger at the buttons of her smartphone - the screen flickered with an episode of a TV series. However, after minutes of continuous friction, her own juices began to flow, enveloping his flesh. The unexpected arousal made her cry out, and after orgasm, she embarrassedly looked away, muttering apologies and trying to explain to the patient why his penis was pressed against her pussy instead of her palm.

Julia found the patient in the toilet, where he was trying to "drain urine", as she put it. As soon as she entered, the girl sat down on the edge of the sink to check his condition, but the young man suddenly froze. His gaze was glued to her calf and feet in elegant shoes - the disease, complicated by a fetish for women's legs, made his penis swell with incredible force. The fabric of the robe could not withstand: it tore along the seam, revealing a pulsating penis, which, like an arrow, was reaching for Julia.

• Sorry ... - the young man admitted, stammering, looking at his torn clothes and protruding flesh. - Your legs ... The doctor looked away, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed how the penis, now standing horizontally (versus the vertical position in the bed), looked even more massive. Its weight and size were clearly fraught with trouble - people were scurrying in the corridor, and it was impossible for a patient in such a condition to return to the ward. “We can’t attract attention…” Julia muttered, squeezing his member in her palms. Her fingers were already unusually light around the thick shaft, but she added movement: tickling touches to his balls made them twitch, accelerating the pulsation of the head. The seed shot out almost immediately - so quickly that the girl barely had time to move her hand away from the sink. “Better faster,” she nodded, hiding the torn robe behind the patient’s back. “Next - to the ward.