Nothing you can do about it now. First, get to urgent care and get your dick get looked at.

It's actually kind of terrifying. You weren't even listening to music, and MalO still managed to be loud enough for you to hear her yell out of your headphones. If she ever does that while you're actually wearing them ... bye-bye, eardrums. But for now, you have a more pressing problem. More specifically, one pressing against the crotch of your pants. Wincing, you make your way back to the bus stop where you and Lana got off the bus, waiting for the next one to take you to urgent care.

After you're processed into the system, you're told to sit down and wait - as your issue is not all that severe, others will take priority. Like the guy bleeding from a gash in his arm that he's holding closed with a kitchen towel. And it wouldn't be much of a problem to wait: You have nothing much planned, you have your phone, the waiting area is well-stocked with stuff to read... but it also has a very modern design. With lots of glass.

Glass you keep seeing movement in, just out the corner of your eyes. You know it's MalO fucking with you, and still, it's unnerving. Your lizard brain is doing what it did way back when, trying to save you from the predator stalking through the bushes by ramping up the anxiety levels. Yay biology. You deliberately didn't put your headphones back on, and still you hear the hiss and crackle of MalO's voice, just at the edge of your hearing. And the entire time, the possibility that MalO could just switch off your motor cortex again and jerk you off right there sits in the back of your mind.

You're powerless.

But in the end, after two hours - remarkably fast for an inner city urgent care, if you're honest - MalO has kept hounding you, but not actually taken action. Glancing around nervously, you're taken into an examination room by a plump, middle-aged nurse whose nametag, pinned to her scrubs over one heavy breast, reads 'Nurse Kirstie'. She picks up a clipboard and checks it before looking at you, her grey eyes somewhere between professional care and disinterest.

"Now, Mr Doe - you're here because of a ... injury of the genitals?"

"Uh, yeah... I went overboard, I guess? Now little John is swollen and achy." You wince and shrug. "Although it has gotten better in the last few hours."

"Very well... let's see your penis, then. Please disrobe and sit down on the cot..."

As you drop trou and shuffle over to the examination cot, there's a brief, quickly suppressed spark of surprise that cuts through Nurse Kirstie's disinterest as her eyes are drawn to your big, swinging dick. For purely professional reasons, of course. Once you sit, Nurse Kirstie puts on rubber gloves and bends over your crotch, giving you a perfect view of her voluminous behind. Which becomes a bit less important due to what she does next...

"I will now palpate the... injured area." And with that, you feel cool latex on your sore dick, and under it, warm and soft skin, causing you to gasp involuntarily. Even worse, you feel your overly sensitive cock begin to stiffen. Whatever MalO did to you, it completely broke your sexual functions. All it takes is a single touch, and you get ready to go... "Well, the corpus cavernosum seems to be uninjured, if massively swollen. The discoloration... hmm, it is very red, verging on purple."

Nurse Kirstie gives your cock a few gentle tugs, making you buck your hips as you surge bigger, causing her to hum again under her breath.

"Tell me, Mr Doe, how much bigger are you compared to before?" As she talks, Nurse Kirstie keeps pumping your dick absentmindedly, making you rock-hard before she finishes her first question. "And now that you seem to be fully erect, where exactly is it the most painful?"

"I, uh..." You try to estimate your increase in size and identify where you feel most sore at the same time, all the while Nurse Kirstie jerks you off, looking up at you with a level stare and expressionless face as if she wasn't breaking nurse-patient conduct rules without a care in the world. "Well, I guess... almost twice as big as before? And i-it's not exactly painful, just... just sore."

"Mh-hm, I see..." Using one thumb, Nurse Kristie rubs the very tip of your engorged glans until a drop of pre forms, which she begins to spread all over your dick. "Your prostate appears to be working fine. Now, you said that you 'overdid' it. What exactly do you mean? Is this swelling the result of a penis pump or excessive sexual intercourse?"

"I duh-don't own a penis pump," you stammer as wet, slick noises begin to fill the examination room, your swollen rod well lubricated by the pre Nurse Kristie is milking from your prostate. "And... I guess the latter then? I was... I had... l-let's say I have a hard time saying no to m-my... partner."

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"Hm? Did you hear that?" Nurse Kirstie, her hand never stopping in running up and down your length, looks around the room as she tries to figure out where the short, barking laugh came from. Of course, without success. "Must have come from outside... Hmm. How does it feel when I do this? Any pain?"

You hiss as Nurse Kirstie grips your nuts firmly, but without hurting you, and begins massaging them professionally. It takes you a few seconds before you can answer, your breathing shaky and lustful.

"Nuh-no... My balls are fine, j-just--"

"Very well. Testicles are uninjured, then." Rubbing little circles over your churning balls with her thumb, Nurse Kirstie begins speeding up her strokes. "I will continue my tests, and you must tell me if at any point it becomes painful for you, Mr Doe."

It's not, and it doesn't become painful. You grit your teeth and hold onto the edge of the cot as Nurse Kristie's hand becomes a blur along your straining rod, pleasure rising towards the inevitable conclusion as you pant and groan, some part of your mind still bewildered at what is happening. Point of no return approaching, you buck your hips and throw your head back with a groan as you feel your nuts contract and blast out their payload, Nurse Kristie's hand moving from them to your swollen glans in an instant to catch your cumshots and rub the sensitive helmet, her other hand squeezing out every last drop of jizz.

"Now, everything seems to be in working order, Mr Doe." As you still pant and groan in the aftermath of your orgasm, Nurse Kristie stands up and pulls off her gloves, throwing them into a garbage can as she begins to fill out the clipboard with your file. "I will prepare a prescription for some pain relief cream for you, you can pick it up at reception. As it seems there is no pain in your genitals, I would advise you to limit any intercourse or masturbation to the minimum. Any further questions?"

"Ungh... no..." Drained, you shake your head, still sitting on the cot as your cock begins to flag. "Wh-why did you..."

"Trust me, Mr Doe, this was a necessary and tested examination regimen. I had to verify that your ability to grow erect and to have an orgasm was not impacted." A tiny smile tugs at Nurse Kirstie's mouth. "Suffice to say, that seems to be the case. If that is all, I wish you a good rest of yourday. I have other patients to... take care of."

"Uh... yeah..."

And with that, Nurse Kirstie leaves the room, leaving you to clean up and go fetch your prescription on your own, still bewildered at what just happened. You almost miss MalO smirking at you from the reflection in the glass next to the reception counter.