Gloria offers a change of locale

"Hello, I'm Dr. Gloria Steinmetz -- um, could you leave the two of us alone please, just for one moment?"

"Whatever you say." The Matron left.

Gloria sat next to me, trying to look me in the eye though she was steadily distracted by me erection. "I've been talking with Dr. Shatzenberg about you -- and thanks to my friend, the Matron here, I've learned quite a bit about you and the nurses here. I'm afraid no one can really afford to keep you here in this hospital indefinitely, so I'm arranging for you to be transferred -- with your permission, of course. I think I could promise you room, board and monetary compensation over at Whisper."

"Whisper?"

"It's what everyone calls it. W.I.S.P.R.: the Women's Institute for the Study of Penile Redundancy. Technically, for purposes of insemination and basic arousal, a man can get away with a simple two-inch erection, so anything beyond that might be considered redundant. However, there is some female interest in this so-called redundancy of penile size, strength, and virility, and that's what WISPR is all about. We may be able to find some answer to your erect state, in which case you may be able to return to a more ordinary life -- however, in case we don't, you can help us."

"Help you? How?"

"Oh ... " Gloria's eyes had a dreamy far-off look as they surrendered, remaining fixed on my cock. "Female sexual response. Semen output. In fact ... seeing as you have already been amenable to socializing with the nurses here, we were wondering if you would be up for actual sexual intercourse, which of course would be closely monitored -- if that's not too radical for you."

"Am I up for it? I'd say I'm ALWAYS up for it, now!"

Gloria laughed. "Yes, it's just that -- I don't want you to feel like you are being in any way exploited or pressured, let alone ****. At any point during your stay with WISPR, you can turn down anything you find disagreeable."