"Release the pressure"

It suddenly felt like my balls ached even more than they had before, probably due to stress. "Well how long will it take to go away... theoretically?"

She licked a bit of pre-cum off her finger as she spoke, punctuating her answer. "It's hard to say, (lick) this sort of thing is highly variable, (lick) it could last weeks, (lick) or years, or it might never (lick) go away."

I intuitively sensed some connection between the yet unspecified treatment and the fact that the nurse had rather pointedly neglected to give me back my clothing yet, but I couldn't begin to guess what that connection was... I was getting my clothes back, right? "So how do we, um... take care of the problem?"

Once again striking a professional upright stance, despite not wearing any top, she answered in a very authoritative tone. "Well first off, you will be unable to wear clothes, that's a big no-no. We can't have the admittedly light, yet constant pressure on your body from wearing any sort of clothing, save for the barest necessities; shoes, socks and whatnot... And you have to release the pressure as often as possible..."

"Release the pressure?" I asked, alarmed at the alien turn of phrase.

"Right, through masturbation, and urination... In fact..." She reached forward and started to rub my shaft up and down and up and down, "I'll do this now, but you should be doing this at all times... though if someone is willing to help relieve you if your arms get sore be sure to take advantage of it. Keep in mind your production of sperm--or 'cum' as it's colloquially known--is going to be up eight, nine, even ten fold, so that means bigger ejaculations and more often, perhaps ten times as often, perhaps even more, considering most men don't ejaculate as many times a day as they could. You need to release the pressure regularly, constantly even, and be diligent about it. Same goes for urination..."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing, not just the content of the words but the very fact they were being spoken aloud. "So I should go to the bathroom a lot?"

"Yes.. well no, not exactly. Actually getting up and going to a physical restroom would take too long, and that would put you at too great a risk. As soon as you feel the need, just release, wherever you're standing or sitting or whatever. I'd offer you a catheter, but that could make the masturbation uncomfortable, and you really don't want to be carrying around a bag full of urine all day, do you? So just go, wherever, whenever. The only time you should go to the bathroom is to defecate, and if you find yourself needing to pee on the way, you shouldn't wait until you get there. And make sure to drink lots of liquid, always good advice, but paramount in this particular circumstance..." She noticed a bit of pre-cum drip down the side of my dick, leaned forward and scooped it up with her tongue, barely glancing my shaft in the process. "Chock full of vitamins," she offered in way of explanation, "It'd be a shame to let it go to waste. Especially considering that soon it might not be readily available to most women."

I was shocked at the magnitude of what she was telling me, and at the unbelievably sexual nature of what she was doing to me with her hands. "So, will I be staying at home then? Or in a hospital?"