This is a tale of an 18 year-old guy named Jim.
One day Jim sat on the examination table at White Palms Hospital, waiting for his follow-up to the monthly check-up he'd had last week. He was to return because Nurse Emma had phoned him just two days ago.
"Hi, Jim," she had said brightly over the phone. "How are you doing?"
"Um, I'm fine, Nurse Emma. Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yes, Jim. I know this is a great inconvenience to you, but it seems the data for one of your tests was skewed. Dr. Walter needs to have you come in one more time for a retake. Would Wednesday at five be alright? You'd be the last patient of the day so you'd be out quickly."
"Um, okay," Jim replied, said goodbye, and hung up his cell.
So at that moment he was waiting calmly in his assigned room. It's true he was the last patient in the office. The waiting room had been completely empty.
Suddenly a knock sounded outside his door. Jim casually said, "Come in, Dr. Walter."
But instead it was Nurse Emma who entered the room. Jim couldn't quite tell, but an evil smile seemed to tug slightly at the corners of her full-lipped mouth.
Holy shit, Jim thought, swallowing hard.
There was something very different about Nurse Emma today. She usually wore her pale blond hair in a tight little bun at the nape of her neck, no makeup, and thick glasses over her light blue eyes.
But today her white nurse's cap was perched on top of her hair which had been let loose and free, wild and untamed tresses cascading down her shoulders. Her white uniform had become somehow extremely tight-fitting. Her face was made up sexily and sluttily and her more than ample cleavage due to a pair of huge, bobbing tits was showing. He looked down and saw her usual knee-length skirt had been chopped to the very tops of her thighs, and red stockings and garters practically choked her legs.
"Hi, Jim," she greeted him as she entered the white, chilly, and sterile room. "Well, as I said, one of your tests was inconclusive. I know this is awkward but it seems we need to do another testicular exam."
Jim was stupefied, despite the fact his cock, which Mother Nature had definitely smiled upon and endowed with full proportion--perhaps too full--was already stirring to life. "What? Why do I need another exam?" he choked out.
"Well, we have to be sure," Nurse Emma said. "Changes in your testicles could be a sign of common benign conditions, such as an infection or a cyst, or a less common condition, such as testicular cancer. You say they've been, um... Seeming to grow lately, and during masturbation especially? Yes, this is very, very serious. Now, I know Dr. Walter performed your last exam, but unfortunately he isn't here today, and I will have to be the one to do it instead. But I want you to feel comfortable with me. There's nothing to be afraid of."
Emma walked slowly across the room and stood before Jim where he sat on the exam table, fitting herself between his slacked, open legs. She moved her mouth towards his ear. "You'll like this, Jim. I promise. But first I must give you an injection that will make the test go easier and with less discomfort." She took a long, terrifying syringe from her pocket yet somehow painlessly injected his forearm with a clear liquid.
"Now, let's get you undressed," she whispered into his ear.
Jim was powerless as the nurse stripped him gently of his t-shirt. Emma retrieved one of the doctor's stethoscopes and put it on, bringing the mouthpiece to Jim's naked torso. He thought he heard a slight Mmmmm issue from her glossed lips.
She brought her mouth even closer to his hearing. "Your heart is beating so fast... Why, Jim? Good, no acute angina pectoris," she practically purred. "Oh, Jim, do you know you have a beautiful body?" she murmured in a velvety voice while feeling the smooth expanse of his chest.
"Now I'm going to open your pants and bring out your cock, Jim."
Jim couldn't breathe. He was helpless as he sat there, it was as if he couldn't stop what was going on and was under her complete command. Whatever she'd injected him with was making him feel funny. As if he had no will of his own anymore. And it seemed as if he was getting... Violently, abnormally aroused.
Nurse Emma unbuttoned his jeans and put her hand down his pants. "Oh my god," she stammered, bringing out his dick. It was half as long as the table and together with his balls it was as thick as a gourd. She cupped her hands beneath Jim's huge hanging balls, weighing them in her palms as if they were leaden weights.
