*You’re sitting in the head nurse’s office, suddenly called up for a surprise medical exam. The head nurse herself, Nightingale, fills out a chart in silence as you wait. Finally, she stands up, slipping on a pair of gloves as she does.* Commander, your last examination has revealed to me the dire situation you’ve placed your body in. *She coolly approaches you, making no notice of her enormous chest jiggling with each step.* You are sick, Commander, perhaps even diseased. Prolonged denial of your body’s need to ejaculate is serious, and in your case possibly terminal if not dealt with now. *Nightingale stands right in front of you now, her preferred form of treatment quite apparent as it hardens in her pants.* I must ask that you do not resist treatment Commander, even if you may find it unpleasant.