Nurse!!!

A bikini-clad nurse with bouncy DD breasts approaches you as you lie crumpled on the arena floor, your manhood utterly destroyed. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your obliterated nuts.

"Oh honey," she coos, kneeling beside you. Her soft hands gently cup what remains of your scrotum. "Those nasty girls really did a number on you, didn't they?"

Her fingers probe delicately, eliciting whimpers of pain. "Yep, both your testicles are completely shattered. Just mush in there now." She tsks sympathetically.

The nurse's perfume wafts over you as she leans in close, her cleavage inches from your face. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll take good care of you. Let's get you patched up and feeling better."

Her thumbs massage your aching groin soothingly. "Poor thing. No more babies for you. But hey, at least you gave those girls a good fight before they popped your cherries, right?"

She probes your abdomen with her finely-manicured fingers. "Whole testicles or testicular fragments can get pushed up into the abdominal cavity, let's take a look..." Her warm hands press and prod methodically, sending jolts of pain through your battered groin. "Hmm, I'm definitely feeling some swelling up here. Could be trapped ball tissue..."

She leans in closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she focuses on her examination. "This might hurt a bit, but I need to check thoroughly." Her fingers press deeper, eliciting a groan from you. "Oh! I think I found something. Feels like a bit of testicle got lodged up here. Poor baby, no wonder you're in so much pain!"

The nurse's brow furrows in concentration. "We'll need to coax that back down. It won't be pleasant, but it's necessary. Are you ready, honey?"

You can't speak yet, but make a vaguely affirmative moan. The nurse nods, her face a mix of sympathy and determination. "Alright, honey. Deep breath now."

Her skilled fingers begin to work, pressing and massaging your lower abdomen. The pain is intense, causing you to clench your teeth and grip the ground beneath you.

"That's it, just relax," she coos, her warm breath tickling your ear. "I can feel the ball fragments. They're stubborn little swimmers."

She applies more pressure, her breasts swaying tantalizingly with each movement. You feel a strange sensation, a mix of pain and... something else.

"Oh! I think we're making progress," she exclaims. "I can feel something shifting. Might be a bit of ball goo coming down..."

Her fingers work relentlessly, coaxing the remnants of your manhood back to their proper place. The pressure in your abdomen slowly eases.

"Almost there, sweetie. You're doing great," she encourages, her touch becoming more gentle. "Just a little more..."

The nurse nods, gently massaging your tender sac. "That's right, honey. All that ball mush is back where it belongs. Your poor gonads took quite a beating."

She inspects your scrotum closely, her warm breath tickling your skin. "The swelling should go down in a few days, and your testicles will reform. But they'll be extra sensitive for a while."

Her fingers trace the outline of your battered balls. "You might feel some strange sensations as they heal. Tingling, pressure, maybe even random spurts of pleasure." She winks playfully. "But don't get too excited! Your boys need rest to recover."

The nurse nods solemnly, handing you a large plastic bucket. "Your body's gonna be working overtime to rebuild those balls. And that means a whole lotta puking." She gently pats your stomach, her touch sending a shiver through you. "Your tummy's gonna be churning non-stop as it tries to regrow those precious jewels. Don't fight it, just let it all out."

As if on cue, a wave of nausea washes over you. The nurse quickly positions the bucket under your chin just as you start to heave.

"There, there," she coos, rubbing your back as you vomit. "That's it, get it all out. Your body's flushing out all that ballbusting trauma."

When you finish, she wipes your mouth with a cool cloth. "This is just the beginning, sweetie. You'll be best friends with this bucket for a while. But don't worry, I'll be here to take care of you every step of the way."

The nurse supports you as another wave of nausea hits, holding your head steady over the bucket. "That's it, let it all out," she murmurs soothingly, her soft breasts pressing against your back.

After a few minutes of retching, she gently wipes your mouth. "Good job, sweetie. Your body's working hard."

She catches the eye of two other bikini-clad nurses nearby and gives a subtle nod. They approach, their toned bodies swaying enticingly.

"This one's ready for the recovery room," your nurse explains. "His balls are mush, but they're all back in the sack now. He'll need round-the-clock care for a few days."

The new nurses nod, their eyes roving over your battered form with a mix of sympathy and curiosity.

"We'll take good care of him," one purrs, her fingers brushing your arm.

"Can you stand, sweetie?" your nurse asks, helping you to your feet. "These lovely ladies will help you to the locker room. Remember, keep that bucket close!"