Making a Doctor's Appointment

Dr. Katari, or Kitty as you called her, had been busy as of late. Due to all of your sexual adventures... Supergirl, Black Canary, Huntress, and the other heroines you've had sex with all came to see her, to get examined in fear of being pregnant. From each girl, Kitty collected a sample of any lingering traces of your semen in their wombs. And she had them refrigerated to study them later. ... When she wouldn't be affected by your pheromones.

Ever since teasing your manhood under the cafeteria table, she has been letting the infatuation for you, your meat build up; she could hardly concentrate a quarter of the time. Whenever she had a moment to herself, she would toy with herself almost violently, plunging two fingers into her and rubbing them rapidly against her pussy lips until she orgasmed. She would quietly talk dirty about being your doctor, or to switch it up, address herself as 'sick' and needing you to 'take care' of her.

She was a mess... Disguising it with professionalism.

At the moment you came to visit her, she was comparing and studying your sperm from Vixen, Huntress, and Canary under a microscope, at the same time. All while panting harshly, tweaking her clit with one hand. She had just made an unbelievable conclusion when you came in. "Dr. Katari?"

"Shadow!" she replied with surprise in her voice. But she cleared her throat and acted with dignity. "Come in, come in. I was just... Conducting research on your latest 'conquests,' as it were." You felt a bit embarrassed to think of your coworkers like that; she invited you in, gesturing you to the examination bed. You sit at the edge of it, and after straightening up, she came upon you. "You've been away for a while. I thought your nanites were doing my job for me."

Of course, she was just teasing. "Don't be silly." And she performs routine examinations: blood pressure, heart rate, your breathing, and reflexes. Not much happened with one knee, but the other gently swung up a bit when the hammer came down on the kneecap.

"Somehow, your health is improving," she mused, and then she noticed your knuckles. "Oh. Goodness, what happened?" She gingerly raised it up and examines the coloration while you explain yourself:

"I was working on my boxing, and for some reason... I had a feeling in the back of my mind. Like something I wanted to prove. But as faint as it was at first, the feeling got stronger and stronger as I trained on, until finally... I blacked out. The next thing I knew, the punching bag was on the other side of the room!"

Kitty's look was of concern for you because of a sensation in the back of your mind, but her expression widened to that of astonishment: "You, somehow, punched a cylinder punching bag to the other side of the room...?"

"Maybe the impressions in the walls will clear things up?" You shrug sheepishly. At that moment, Kitty didn't know what to say for a minute or two; she could imagine the whole scene unfolding: you hitting the bag so hard that it breaks off, hits two walls in a row before resting behind where you stood...

"Uh, doctor? Kitty, are you there?"