After Overwatch disbanded Angela "Mercy" Zeigler made a living as a doctor. The Swiss-German blonde loved her profession. She waited for her assistant to lead her patient to her office.
"Oh, you must be my 11 o'clock appointment. Cassius Flint? Welcome. My name is Doctor Zeigler. This is my office. Make yourself comfortable." Mercy hooked one leg over the other. As she moved, the tight stocking around her thighs yawned as the fabric stretched beneath her waist length doctor's coat. "What can I do for you?" Her soft yet unorthodox accent punctuated her greeting. Almost seductive. After a pause, she smiled sweetly as she tilted her clipboard.
"I've been feeling...under the weather. Um..."
"There are terrible colds circulating this time of year." She nodded. "Is this your first time at this clinic? Don't be nervous. Tell me about yourself while I conduct a general physical examination."
Mercy unhooked her leg and set the clipboard down. Her neatly trimmed nails dragged down the paper. She applied a liberal amount of hand sanitiser to her hands before she reached across her desk. She lifted up a small box and selected a pair of latex gloves. Pulling them on. The wrists snapping as she pulled on the gloves all the way.
"First, let's start with your weight and height." Mercy gestured towards a scale in the corner of the room. With a pleasant view of the parking lot and a manicured garden of flowering hedges.
"Would prefer me to refer to you by your first or last name?"
"Either, I guess?" Cassius stepped onto the scales.
"You've lost a lot of weight since your last physical exam."
"Yeah. I let myself get over weight. I was disgusted with myself. I tried very hard to change that."
Silence.
Mercy studied him with her eyes. Her expression was one of contemplation.
"Now, undress."
"What?!"
"I can provide you with a curtain? I see here that you've returned to college. What are you studying?"
Mercy continued to speak with her clinical voice. Soft but unwavering. Her pointed sentences.
"I'm not sure. I...uh...started recently."
Cassius's eyes were distracted by Mercy as she prepared a tray of medical equipment.
"First, just your shirt, thank you Mr Flint." She gifted up a stethoscope, placing the buds in her ears. Rubbing her gloved hand over the diaphragm so it was not too cold when she touched it to his back and chest.
Cassius responded by removing his shirt. Mercy's delicate hands pulled the discarded shirt over his lap. His breath hitched as Mercy rubbed her gloved hands over his back. Mercy bit her lip. The blonde was glad to see a patient whose back was not covered in scars like Overwatch. Only the occasional stretch mark because he had lost a lot of weight and only a slight muffin top remained at his pants line. Meanwhile, Cassius was distracted by the soft rustle of her coat as it brushed against her stockings. Her enclosed boots clacked over the tile floor as she circled the table. The plastic sheet crinkled as Cassius shifted his weight uncomfortably. Cassius had a boot fetish. Everything about her footwear intrigued the thirty year old. The thigh height and sophisticated shape. The soft as silk, dark leather. No embroidery, buckles, zippers, or laces.
What's going on? She's just a doctor. Doing her job. It's not like she...
Cassius considered himself to be ordinary in appearance. Especially compared to this combat-hardened angel. His light brown skin. Short raven hair. Green eyes. Ordinary clothes...
"Cough." Mercy commanded firmly, gently placing her gloved hand on his back.
"Huh?"
"Where are my manners? Cough. Please?"
He did his best to muster a cough. He felt her move the stethoscope.
"Again."
Her voice did not betray the diagnosis forming in her head. Was this more than a cold or a lack of fitness? Mercy had seen everything in Overwatch. Before Cassius got used to her standing behind him, she had moved to be eye-to-eye with him. She pressed Cassius's tongue down with a popsicle stick and turned on a small flashlight. Peering into the back of his throat. "Cough."
Everytime that the doctor reached behind her, Cassius's eyes darted to the tray of medical equipment. His mind jumping to conclusions based on years of cinema depicting mad doctors.
"Don't look so nervous. It's okay to feel nervous during examinations. All of these tools are not as scary as they appear to be." Mercy giggled. Her authority was rather arousing to Cassius.
He fumbled with his trousers. Feeling a twitch in his arm. A sensation he didn't recall feeling until this morning. Cassius had not hit the gym or created any excessive strain on his muscles.
"Gah! What are you doing!?" He freaked out as the blonde knelt down between his legs.
"I am conducting a pelvic examination. Is there anything else I should know about?"
"Uh...No?"
"Excellent." She selected a small coil of what looked like something that belonged in an old-fashioned sewing kit. "This is a measuring tape Mr Flint. I'm going to measure and record the length of your...genitalia." She was trying not to use technical terminology. People without medical knowledge disliked feeling dumb. Even with her gentle voice. Mercy had a passion for medical science. A passion that she did not have the time to express as healer for Overwatch.
Cassius sat in a stunned silence as she placed the tip of the tape on the tip of his cock. Holding the sterile metal tab in place with her thumb. Caressing her pointer finger in a perfect straight line down the length of his shaft, stopping the tape underneath the pad of the thumb on her other hand when her finger reached the base of his shaft. The blonde muttered an inaudible expression, but her face registered a pleasantly surprised smile as she scribbled it down on her clipboard. Cassius assumed that was his medical record.
Cassius fidgeted uncomfortably as she walked around the table to stoop over on his other side. Those beautiful eyes at the perfect height to pop him into her mouth if this was a porn film. The sounds of those leather boots making his cock twitch. He swore she made the second measurement slower. Her finger lingering down; teasing his cock. How different could the left and right sides be?
"Do you need help getting erect?"
"Huh?!"
The closer her face got to her patient, the stronger the peculiar scent became. She had spent plenty of time close to Cassius. It reminded her of the musk of a wild animal. Her body reacted like an animal in heat. Her professionalism bleeding away like sand through her fingers. Heat spread throughout her body from the moist folds between her legs to the tips of her fingers.
"Call me Mercy." She whispered in his ear. Smiling as those three words did the trick. Making Cassisus's cock stand erect. Did she intend to sound that sexual?
"Now I can record your erect measurements alongside your flaccid measurements, Mr Flint." She played with the coil of measuring tape. Wrapping it around her hands. Measurement markers were visible along the length of fabric as she flicked it over one shoulder and lifted up her clipboard. Biting her lip as she scribbled down his length and girth. The way that Mercy described her actions did things to his body that Cassius could not control.
He turned around, feeling a little cautious.
"Plant your hands on the table. Spread your feet shoulders width apart. Breathe with me. Breathe in." She paused, breathing in deeply and holding it.
Cassius held his breath for so long that his eyes started to water. His vision blurring. His lungs and brain were screaming for air. He was still a little unfit despite losing all of that weight.
"...And breathe out."
Thank god!
"Relax." Mercy giggled, reaching between his legs to gently massage his balls with both hands. Checking for any lumps. Cassisus went weak at the knees. His legs buckled beneath the extra weight. Mercy caught him. He was surprised at the doctor's strength. Her slender body pressed against his.
"Okay. Now the penis examination is complete, I have one final test." She smiled, pulling off her gloves. She tossed them into the waste bin beside the desk before washing her hands and pulling on a new pair of gloves. "I won't be much longer, I promise Mr Flint. Could you please lay down for me? You appear to be quite unbalanced. Is that because of your cold?"
He had no idea how to answer her, so he didn't. He liked the sound of her voice.
"Easy now. Lay all the way back. Would you like an extra pillow for your head?"
"What are you doing Doctor?" He panicked, but she pushed him down effortlessly.
While Cassius contemplated what was about to happen, Mercy rubbed the lube between her hands so it wasn't such a shock when she pressed her latex clad finger against the tight circles of muscles between his buttocks. She stepped between his legs with a mischievous giggle.
"Please relax your muscles. This will be a quick procedure. You should not feel any discomfort. If you do, please tell me immediately."
He cried out as she eased her finger into his entrance. His muscles contracted around her finger.
"I'm sorry. Was that too fast? How does that feel?"
"F-f-fine?"
"I'm going to add another finger. Breathe in. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. And...out."
As Cassius exhaled, he moaned loudly. Mercy took the opportunity to insert a third finger.
"Don't be embarrassed, Mr Flint. It's a natural reaction to be aroused by a prostate massage."
Mercy's fingering stopped being professional. Digging deeper for her own pleasure. Before Cassius could distinguish the difference, she withdrew her hand. Disposing of the gloves, washing her hands and snapping on one final pair of gloves. She did that instinctively before she approached him again. This time without the measuring tape. Climbing on top of him.
"D-Doctor?"
"Yes?" She purred. Her breasts squishing against his chest. Her lips inched from Cassius's lips.
"What are you-"
"Shh." She moved his hand down to her skirt. "How do I feel?"
"G-g-good. Very good…"
The doctor bit her lip, grinding against his fingers to entice his fingers to satisfy her.
"Hmmn~ Yes!"
Cassius's self control shattered when she sat up, reaching behind her to fondle his cock. The thirty year old threw his head back. Groaning loudly. Forgetting where he was. Driven by the throbbing in his arm and her ravenous advances. Her golden hair tousled from the bucking of her hips and she bounced up and down on Cassius's fingers as he stirred feelings inside her. Suddenly with more strength than he intended or thought he had. Which only made Mercy moan louder.
Nothing to be alarmed by. Right? He thought.
No cold ever gave people super powers. She was an attractive woman and he, a horny adult.
"Doctor Zeigler? Your next patient has arrived." Mercy's assistant called out, knocking impatiently on the door. Snapping Mercy back to her senses. "Doctor Zeigler?"
"Coming!" In more ways than one.
Cassius struggled to pull his pants up as Mercy called out to the person knocking on the door. She corrected her dishevelled hair and pulled her coat closed to cover her rumpled clothing. He was distracted by her curves as she walked over to the doorway and leant against the doorframe. Waving goodbye.
"Travel safe, Mr Flint." The blonde smiled innocently as if she had not been pressed against him, riding his fingers with her own hands massaging the full length of his cock mere moments before. "I look forward to your next examination." Mercy watched the thirty year old wobble to the reception area to collect his bag and pay for his examination before he left the building.
Interesting. I will have to keep an eye on him to study in the future. This may be an...epidemic.