Hentai Travelogue Pt 03

RyuKenDragon Presents

Hentai Travelogue

Based on Hentai Travels by Costaway

Chapter 2

Roughly an hour later, I was sitting on a medical bed in what looked like a very modern and well-appointed private clinic as the eponymous Dr Myers was finishing up the series of tests she'd put me through.

It was apparent that the Good Doctor and my new friend Officer Stoltz were old acquaintances, from the banter that had ensued when he'd dragged my shell-shocked arse into the clinic and explained roughly what had happened. His initial words were, "I found him lying on the ground and he followed me home, can we keep him Ma?". The eye roll the doctor responded with as she led me to a gurney seemed only to delight him. The good doctor was a woman probably in her late forties or early fifties, who'd let her short hair go fully grey rather than submit to constant dying, which gave her a very dignified, professional air.

She'd taken some blood and urine samples, and run me through a much more thorough mental exam then the good officer had, and I'd had to shake off my shock-induced funk at least partially to actually comply with her requests. She'd dutifully taken note of all the meds I was on and taken an at least summarised version of my medical history - as much as I could reasonably provide given the circumstances. Before the records were digitised, my medical files needed to be pulled around the hospital on a cart.

She'd then put me through a series of physical tests, examining and manipulating my joints, listening to my heart with a stethoscope, testing my reflexes, tapping my chest, etc. I was only half paying attention throughout. Because a set of words were echoing through my head on a loop.

One Billion Dollars.

It was the kind of money 99.9999 percent of humanity would never get.

One Billion Dollars.

I tried to calculate how long it would have taken me to make that much on my regular salary from the Hospital, but gave up after I sped past a millennia - and that was very early on in the calculation.

One Billion Dollars.

Even for the incredibly fucked up and tangled world of international banking, THAT much money disappearing and reappearing in some random bloke's bank account made no bloody sense. Even more so considering the account couldn't have existed for long - I'd never seen the card before I pulled it out of my pocket a couple of hours ago. What bank would ever transfer such an obscene amount of money into a brand-new account of a guy who had never been within a galaxy's reach of that kind of payday?

One Billion Dollars.

The question now became... what the hell did I do about it?

I rubbed my face and sighed as Dr Myers finished the last of her tests and began scribbling results on her clipboard. She was frowning intently at the results, and after a brief word of "Wait here please. One of my nurses will be with you shortly." She wandered away towards the entrance where I assume Officer Stoltz was waiting. I stood up and stretched, then began to look around the room more intently, desperate to find something to keep my mind off of my current predicament. There were an unusually large amount of sexual health diagrams and posters on the wall, but beyond that, little of interest, so my mind just went right back to ticking over with anxiety.

I was startled when a new female voice suddenly chirped in from my left. "Hi! You're Arthur, right?" A young lady with blonde hair (much more vibrantly gold than my 'might as well be dishcloth beige' blonde.) tied back in a simple ponytail that went down past her shoulders. She was wearing blue coloured scrubs that fit her far more tightly then was probably practical for medical equipment. Only in America could a woman make medical attire look like a minidress. She was short but very shapely, with a figure that could be politely described as 'curvaceous'. Hourglass hips and what at a glance was at least a D-cup. And a very well rounded D.... I realised I was staring and swiftly averted my gaze to her face, where fortunately she was focusing on a clipboard.

She looked up and flashed a megawatt smile at me, and said "Nice to meet you! I'm Becky! I'm a nurse here." She offered a hand and I shook it, murmuring a "Orright hows it going", embarrassed by the very physical effect such a sexy woman being in close proximity was having on me. For god's sake, what are you, thirteen? A glance at a woman shouldn't be enough to make you hot and bothered.

She let out a delightful little laugh. "Orright? Ooh I love your accent! Where are you from, sweetie?" She pulled the cubicle's curtain closed, giving us privacy. I muttered about being North of London, and she rattled off a few perfunctory questions in that same, overtly cheerful tone. She eventually brought the clipboard back up and looked it over. "Well, Dr Myers says most of the tests are done, it'll take a few days for the bloodwork to come back, but there's only one thing left." She raised her beaming face to me again. "A sperm sample!"

I stared at her. "I'm sorry?"

She nodded at me. "Yessir, a sperm sample."

I felt my breath hitch in my throat. "Is that... really necessary? I mean I've apparently lost a huge chunk of time and memory, what does my sperm have to do with that?"

She seemed nonplussed by my reluctance. "Well there are some rare cases when certain chemicals, drugs or stimulants can leave the body very rapidly. There's a local Party Drug called 'Orpheus' that people have been having trouble with."

I frowned. I knew myself well enough to know that I had and never would risk taking drugs with all the medication I had to take regularly. "I don't think I would have taken anything like that."

She shrugged. "Well since we don't know exactly what's wrong with you, we have to check everything. And an adverse reaction to carcinogens might explain your mental symptoms."

I still thought it was unlikely, but took her point. "Okay, fair enough, but what does that have to do with a sperm sample?"

"Well most drugs - if you took any of course - will show up in blood or urine we took, but Orpheus is metabolised extremely rapidly - the only place it can be reliably detected after 48 hours is in seminal fluid."

That sounded very unlikely to me, but I wasn't a chemist and spent most of my time in the Hospital working in the records room, my actual medical knowledge was mostly limited to my own condition. I decided to take her at her word.

"Fine. Do you have a... container I can use?"

She grinned suddenly much more lavisiously at me, held up a plastic cup and placed it on the nearby gurney - and pulled out some latex gloves from her pocket and snapped them on. "Oh yes, hun. Let's get started."

She knelt down in front of me.

"Uhh." I stammered.

She reached for my belt and smiled up at me. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll take care of everything."

She undid my belt and unzipped my trousers, reaching in and pulling out my dick. My breath seized in my throat as her gloved hand tightened around my dick and began to softly jerk it up and down.

"I can do it myself!" I sputtered out, stunned by this turn of events. I'd been expecting to be left with a plastic cup and a porno, not have the nurse literally take matters into her own hands. She looked up from below and smiled that megawatt grin, now with more than a little mischief in it. "Oh not at all, sweetie. I'm a professional, I know what I'm doing." She returned her focus to her slow hand motions.

My heart pounded as the surrealism of the situation began to sink in. It'd been a long time since anyone other than me had had a handful of my dick, let alone this gorgeous young blonde in a nurse's uniform.

I don't know whether it was the whiplash of the sudden sexual turn the situation had taken, or lingering anxiety about what the hell was going on, but my member wasn't responding very quickly to her ministrations. A few minutes passed and I was still only at half-mast. She gave me a pouty look from where she was knelt down. "You feeling okay sweetie? Am I not your type? A girl could get hurt feelings." I felt mortified and could feel my face burning. I muttered out something like an apology, as she let go and stood up to face me.

"Hmmm. I think I have an Idea." She reached down and pulled her scrub top over her head, revealing a lacy black bra restraining two glorious breasts that were bigger than my initial glances had realised. "I could tell from the way you were eyeing me up when I came in that' you're a boob man." She reached behind herself and with snap, her bra came free and she shrugged it off her shoulders, pulling it off and fully revealing her huge, perfectly rounded breasts and thick nipples. She took my left hand and placed it on her right tit, pushing it against her nipple and rubbing herself against my palm.

"Hmmmmmm." She let out a throaty little moan. "I like your hands, sweetie." She took my unresisting right hand and placed it on her other tit. "Why don't you use them to get a good feel?" I needed no more encouragement. I started to rub and massage her chest, slowly running my hands over every inch, then focusing on tweaking her nipples with my thumbs. She encouraged me by letting out deep breaths and sweet little moans as I focused on her nipples. "Mmmmmm. Just like that."

I felt inflamed with desire, and was about to lower my head and suck one of those glorious pink nubs into my mouth, before I felt her gloved hand come to rest again on my suddenly fully erected cock.

"There he is." She pulled back and grinned at me. "Since you've shown such nice care to my girls, let's let them get to know you better." She knelt back down and placed my throbbing cock in between her huge boobs, and sandwiched them together, starting to tit-fuck me vigorously.

I had to reach over to the gurney and steady myself as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. The feeling of her hot, supple flesh massaging me, gently pulling at my dick back and forth was absolutely amazing. I tried to hold on as she enthusiastically continued her tit-job, but knew I wasn't going to last long.

"I'm... I'm..."

She swiftly removed her boobs from my dick and forcefully grabbed it with one gloved hand, placing the plastic specimen pot at the tip, and then began to furiously stroke my cock with a grip just tight enough to be pleasurable. I came hard, shooting at least four long ropes of come into the pot, before the shakes subsisted and my head began to clear.

"There we are!" She said in a satisfied voice. "Told you I was a professional." She put a lid on the sample cup, removed her gloves and placed them into a nearby bin, then stood up and wrote on the specimen cup's label with a pen, before turning and putting her bra and top back on. I panted as my orgasm subsided, and began to feel vaguely insulted at how instantly I had been disregarded as she returned to her proper persona after she'd been moaning in pleasure minutes earlier. I felt like I was being forgotten, but once she'd got her clothes in order and picked up her clipboard and cup, she turned to face me, then reached out with one finger and took the last little drip of cum from the tip of my dick, then brought it up to her lips, stuck her tongue out and licked it from her fingertip like it was cream. She smiled at my stunned face.

"When you get yourself together, come back and visit me sweetie. I'll show you the other things I know how to do." With a final wink she pulled the curtain back and strolled off without looking back, leaving me stood there with my trousers down and my dick out.

I remained standing there dumbly for a moment before my brain caught up and I frantically shoved my dick back into my pants and did them up. I took a minute to let my pounding heart calm down and straightened my clothes before heading out and back towards the entrance where I expected Officer Logan to be waiting.

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I headed towards the entrance where Dr Myers was talking quietly to Officer Logan. The serious looks on both their faces filled me with more than a little trepidation.

As I walked over, Logan looked up at me and spoke. "The Doc thinks you're faking. Says you're in excellent health."

I was stunned. "WHAT!?"

Dr Myers sent a poisonous glare to Deputy Logan and said, "Not about the lost time and memory, Mr Smith, your answers to the cognitive questions support that diagnosis, if only broadly. But the information about your supposed disease - there's simply no sign of it in the tests I ran on your body."

I felt incredible indignation and anger well up within me. I bit my tongue and took a deep breath. "With respect, that's impossible. It runs in my family, and I've had it since I was born, and all my doctors in the UK agreed on it. I have enough medical records back home to build a house with! There must be a mistake!"

Her face was resolute. "Be that as it may sir, I spent extra time verifying and repeating the tests, but they're conclusive. The type of damage and degradation you describe simply isn't there. You're actually one of the most physically healthy people I've had in my clinic in years".

I opened my mouth to make some kind of rebuttal, but the outrage was so strong all I could do was sputter. What kind of lunatic did she think I was? My mind, already in a bruised state from the events of the past few hours, started to flutter. The world started spinning, and I had to shakily lower myself into a nearby chair and take deep breaths to calm myself.

The world went shaky at the edges and my pulse was throbbing in my head. "Here." Dr Myers's voice filtered into my comprehension, and a hand holding a couple of white pills drifted into my eyeline. "Valium. You're on the verge of a panic attack." Past caring at this point, I took them and swallowed them dry, as the Dr coached me through some breathing exercises to calm me down.

After an indeterminate time, the combination of pills and breathing worked, and I calmed enough to be able to sit up and try and get a grasp on things. Officer Logan was leant up against the wall, looking at me with concern, and Dr Myers was checking my pulse. "Your heart rate is stabilising. Are you feeling better?" I nodded. "Good. I understand that you've been through a lot today, so I'll refrain from any more discussion of your condition until you want to. Logan will help you find some place to spend the night, and we can resume this discussion if and when you feel up to it."

I let out a sigh. "Thank you doctor."

She nodded and dropped a pamphlet into my lap, and then walked back into the main body of the clinic. I idly picked up the pamphlet and looked at it. Not another copy of 'Hentai Travels', but an informational sheet about Munchausen's Syndrome and how to find a psychiatrist to treat it.

I tipped my head back and stared at the ceiling.

What the hell was going on?

Everything up until now had at least been physically possible. I could have conceivably gotten on a plane to a city I'd never heard of, had a billion dollars sent by some unknown party into a new bank account that I had made or had been made for me, and I could have lost memory of it all because of some strange drug. It was incredibly unlikely, but it as least COULD have happened.

But my lifelong disease suddenly just disappearing?

Impossible.

The scars from all the surgery alone should have told the doctor what she needed to know. But they apparently must not have been there any more. And there's something weirder than that, a voice in my head said, and an illusive train of thought that had been skittering through my mind finally came into focus.

I had gone to sleep the night before in agonising pain that had only barely been suppressed by my strongest painkillers. It was the kind of pain that would last for days, no matter how little I exercised or how careful I was, or how much medicine I took.

But ever since I'd woken up in that alley, I'd felt fine.

Better than fine.

Healthy, even.

I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd thought of myself as being 'healthy'. But all the signs pointed to it. The lack of pain, the ease with which I'd walked to Deputy Logan's squad car with him, the doctor's tests, and the encounter with her nurse - I might have been able to manage three out of four on my usual best day, but never all four. And in the state I'd been in when I fell asleep at home, they all should have been beyond me. For days at least.

I felt like the world had been re-written like some giant computer game patch, and some infinitesimal error had left me unaware of the changes.

What the hell to do now?

Logan sat down next to me and patted my shoulder. "Cheer up champ. I know you're confused as hell, but you gotta count your blessings. You're alive and well, and now you can finally start getting yourself back together."

"I suppose." I sighed. "But I have no bloody idea how."

"To be honest, me neither." Logan shrugged companionably. "Listen, don't let the Doc bring you down. She means well, but she's always had a, ah, shall we say 'overly clinical' way with her patients. And her loved ones, come to think of it." He shook his head and grinned ruefully. "But what can I say? I love her with all my heart anyway."

This made me turn and look at him. "You're....?"

He nodded proudly. "Yup. coming up on twenty-five years at this point. We've been talking about renewing our vows, but money's tight."

I blinked. "I didn't realise... I mean her name..."

He nodded like he'd expected it. "Her name was already on her medical degree when I married her, and it seemed a good idea for her to keep it. 'Sides, I've got three brothers and six nephews, my name's in no danger of dying out anytime soon."

I resumed looking at the ceiling. "Well congratulations on your many years, I guess."

"Much obliged."

There was a companionable silence, then ended when Logan asked.

"So buddy, what do you think should be the next move?"

I took a deep breath. "The way I see it, at the moment there's only one more lead we can easily follow."

I pulled out the business card.

"Do you want to call, or should I?"