2 comments/ 29469 views/ 25 favorites Mrs. Benn - Night Nurse Pt. 01 By: dconrad This story follows on from Mrs. Benn Warrior Woman and Mrs. Benn Astronaut but can be read in isolation. Mrs. Benn is a busty, neglected housewife who has found that when she tries on a costume in her local fancy dress shop she is transported to other worlds, where sexy adventures occur. ***** After her first adventure as a warrior woman in the costume shop, Mrs. Benn had doubted her sanity. But the second trip, this time as an astronaut, had confirmed it was real. Well, as real as being transported to another world where she had sex with aliens could be. She decided not to think too hard about it, she had always been a worrier, this time she was determined to just enjoy the gift she had been given. Despite being unfaithful to her husband with three aliens, a woman, a dragon, an ogre and a little green creature it was the encounter with the shop keeper that had caused her moral anxiety. She had always thought that fidelity was important, and despite the fact that her husband didn't find her attractive, she had never felt the urge to stray. She didn't count the adventures in other worlds, she wasn't even sure if they counted as adultery (it wouldn't stand up in court after all). But after the last adventure, Kevin, the rather sweet costume shop owner had photographed her in the outfit, and had brushed her nipple and exposed pussy with his hands. And she had liked that touch. Tina was concerned that the erotic nature of the alternative worlds would leak into this one. But she knew she would be returning to the shop, she was addicted to it now. It wasn't so much the sex as much as feeling special, valued. No-one else knew about the room (she assumed) and every time she went there she was the centre of an incredible story. How could boring suburbia compete with the fact that last time 3 million aliens had watched her being fucked on live television? She giggled to herself, ok, maybe it was about the sex. She'd just have to make sure the costume world stayed separate from this world. It shouldn't be too difficult, she mused, as she dressed, ready to head to the shop again. She had been good, holding off a whole week before heading back. This was part of her plan to keep the worlds separate, to show discipline. But she had been unable to sleep last night, full of anticipation, wondering what costume she would try on, and what adventure it would lead to. It was with a barely suppressed jog that she left the house and went to the shop. She always dressed conservatively, but even so it was impossible to hide her gargantuan bosom. She felt self-conscious as two men sitting by the bus stop ogled her chest without any attempt to hide it, as if she were merely a transporter for her breasts. On entering the dark shop she found it empty as usual, and there had been little sign of progress in putting away the many boxes. She wandered around the chaotic piles of shoes, the racks of different themed outfits and shelves of odd accessories. She smiled to herself, how was the shop keeper ever going to make a living when everything was so messy? Tina was just arranging a row of outfits so they matched, putting a pirate top with the leggings, a princess dress with a hat, when Kevin appeared. "Oh, hello," he said, beaming. "I was hoping you'd come back soon." She returned his friendly welcome, "well, Kevin, you know coming here and trying on an outfit is the highlight of my week. What have you got today?" He scratched his head, "erm, well it's all a bit of a mess still." "I can see, you need to get this sorted out." "I'm just not very good at that stuff, I'm messy by nature I guess." Tina paused, and then offered "maybe I can help you? In exchange for letting me try on an outfit, I'll put some time in getting this place in order. What do you say?" She felt guilty about trying the outfits on and never buying one. "Oh, you're already helping me out by modelling the outfits for me, I couldn't ask for more." She blushed remembering the lewd outfit he had photographed her in last week. "About that, I'm not sure it's such a good idea. I wouldn't want my husband seeing those photos." He looked crestfallen and she immediately regretted saying it. "But I've had seven orders for that astronaut outfit since I put the photos up. Please carry on, it might be the thing that saves this business." "The photos are online?" she asked, a tremor in her voice. "Yes, they look great. Do you want to see them?" "Err, no, not now. I'll help tidy up anyway, after I come back." "Come back?" She flushed, she had meant come back from the other world, "I mean after I have tried on an outfit." "And the photos?" he pleaded. She chuckled, "oh, ok, I wouldn't want your business to suffer. But try and keep my face hidden or blurred so people don't know it's me." "I pasted someone else's face on last time," he boasted. "Nice idea! Ok, we have a deal then. Now, onto the costume. You always choose a good one so I'll leave it to you." "Well, I like the sci-fi and fantasy world type ones you've tried on, but some people don't like that kind of thing, so I've got some ones in for adult parties. Nuns and vicars, that kind of thing." Tina wrinkled her nose, she didn't fancy being a nun, and like Kevin, she liked the fantasy world outfits. But she had said she'd let him choose. "How about a nurse outfit then? They're always popular." He rummaged behind some swords and plastic guns and pulled out a package. The cover depicted a pretty blonde woman wearing a tight-fitting, skimpy white nurse's outfit, which stopped just below her bottom. She was also sporting some thigh length white stockings, and was posing with a cheeky grin. It looked rather like the nurse outfits you might see in the window of 'adult' shops. "Erm, ok," she took the package from his hand tentatively. She was a bit disappointed in this choice, but she decided to let herself go with it and to trust the shopkeeper, and more importantly, to trust the shop itself to give her a good experience. She went into the changing room and shed her everyday clothes quickly, eager to see what she looked like in the sexy outfit and even more eager to explore the world beyond the door at the back of the changing room. She paused at her bra, should she remove it? Both of the previous outfits had demanded it, but looking at the image on the cover of the package, she noticed that the slinky blonde had the top of the uniform unzipped to reveal a lacy bra, so she decided to keep hers on. Tina pulled on the white stockings first, they were a fine, lacy material that felt soft and sensuous against her skin. "I'm pretty sure nurses don't wear these," she smirked to herself. Then she pulled on the one piece uniform and zipped it up as best she could. This costume wasn't as stretchy as the last one, and she struggled with the zip. The model on the package displayed a nice cleavage but it was nothing compared to the foot long deep furrow running between Tina's breasts. Each of her boobs were bigger than the combined ones of the model. Added to this Tina was of a bigger build, and her butt was wider. If the outfit looked slinky on the model, it looked obscene on Tina, as if she had tried on child's clothes by mistake. She tugged at the zip to pull it up higher but it strained as the two halves of the top were forced apart by her chest. In the end she had to resign herself that it was done up as far as it would go. This was below her chest, so it was just as well she had retained her bra, as the top spread out dramatically from the apex of the zip, hugging across her nipples and exposing all of her upper chest and most of her lilac bra. She yanked the skirt down, but it didn't fare much better than the zip. In the picture it stopped neatly at the top of the thigh for the model, not quite revealing anything, but on Tina's more substantial derriere it came to a halt about three quarters down her bum cheeks, leaving her knickers visible. She looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't entirely happy with what she saw. She had felt sexy, powerful in the previous costumes. In this one she looked slutty. With a shrug she headed for the door, confident that wearing this outfit, sex would play a leading role in whatever story she was about to star in. ___________________________ She found herself stepping out into what looked like a hotel corridor. Old floral patterned carpet and peeling wallpaper suggested it could do with some investment. Still tugging at her skirt to try and cover more of her rear, Tina set off down the corridor. As she approached the corner a matronly woman almost bumped into her. "Ah, there you are. You must be the new nurse. Very good. I'm the head nurse here, Mrs. Staffcock. You are?" "Erm, Tina, Tina Benn," she replied, fussing nervously with her skimpy outfit. Mrs. Staffcock was wearing a very normal, very unflattering white nurse's uniform. She was in her late forties Tina guessed, and even though she was only a couple of inches taller than Tina, the head nurse's demeanor seemed to make her tower over her. She felt nervous and foolish immediately. Mrs. Staffcock stepped back and quickly appraised Tina in her lewd uniform. She braced herself for some harsh criticism and flushed deeply in anticipation of it. She was surprised then when the older woman nodded curtly and said "very good. I see you found the new uniforms. They've come up a bit smaller than I'd hoped, and you're a bit bigger, especially around the bosom, but I think it'll be fine." She tugged Tina by the elbow and led her up the corridor at a brisk pace, "come on, we've got to meet Mr. Major, the owner. He will explain your duties to you." They entered a large office, and behind a substantial oak desk sat a small, rather timid looking man. He stopped typing and looked up from his computer screen. Tina noticed a large gulp as he took in the sight of her bursting out of her uniform. "This is Nurse Benn, our new recruit Mr. Major," Mrs. Staffcock introduced her in softer tones than she had used previously. "Oh, I see, oh, well, very nice," Mr. Major took a deep breath to compose himself and looked away from Tina. "I don't know how much you've been told about our institution, Miss Benn?" "Oh, not much at all," she replied, honestly. "Well we cater for only men, all of whom suffer from a certain ailment. At the moment we have only eight patients, although we have room for another ten. You will have the night duty here, and as we are so isolated you can sleep here too, we have a room for you. There are two nurses in the day who will attend to most of the medical needs. Your role at evening and night is mainly to provide comfort and support to the men and to attend to any needs they have. Is all that satisfactory?" "I think so," Tina was relieved she wouldn't be required to demonstrate any medical knowledge. "Oh, just one thing, you said the men all suffered from one ailment, what is it?" Mr. Major looked embarrassed, and as he paused Nurse Staffcock answered for him, "Phallongevity." She didn't seem inclined to expand on her answer, as if Tina should know what that meant. Now it was Major's turn to fill the silence, seeing Tina's look of puzzlement. "It's a condition that affects about one in a million men. Rather like noses and ears continue to grow in old age, for these men their, erm, penises continue to grow, often at an alarming rate. It can be quite distressing and uncomfortable. It's difficult to find clothes that will fit and puts a strain on the lower back. Unfortunately society doesn't see it as a problem and it is often the subject of ridicule, so these poor men find that coming somewhere like this is their best choice." "Oh, I see," Tina said. She had never heard of the condition, but then she reminded herself she wasn't back home. Just because this world wasn't as obviously alien as the previous two, didn't mean it was Earth as she knew it. She was in an alternative universe and here phallongevity sounded perfectly plausible. She couldn't help smiling to herself, here she was spilling out of a tight, sexy nurse's uniform in a hospital with men with enlarged penises. She could see the way this adventure would pan out. She was shown her quarters, and then Nurse Staffcock gave her a list of instructions to follow through the night. "I reside here as well, so if you really need me you can contact me, but obviously I would prefer it if you didn't as I'm on duty all day." Tina nodded, "I'm sure I'll be fine." With that the older woman left her, and Tina found herself alone in the old building. She looked at her list. The first item was "Mr. Pickard: food from kitchen, arrange for the night, likes to sleep early." That didn't sound too difficult, so, following the map detailed on the back of her instructions she went to the kitchen and found a tray of food, clearly labelled for Mr. Pickard. A few seconds in the microwave and she was carrying a bowl of hot soup, bread and sticky toffee pudding to her first patient. Each of the men had their own room, and the door to this one was closed. She knocked nervously, and entered. A rather frail man was sleeping in a chair, with the TV on. He was wearing a smart shirt and ties, socks and shoes, but to Tina's surprise, no trousers. She had often seen old men maintain the need to dress smartly after they had retired, as if they didn't trust themselves to let go. But they usually wore trousers. He looked rather comical, with his socks pulled up to his calves, and his shiny shoes, but then skinny legs above these. His long shirt covered his lap. She set the tray down on a small table in front of his chair and gently shook his shoulder. "Mr. Pickard? Mr. Pickard, your food is here," she said softly. He mumbled and opened his eyes. His look passed from one of confusion, to one of pained delight. Looking down Tina realised why. She was leaning over him, so his first sight on waking was of her pendulous breasts, swaying less than a foot from his face. He wrenched his gaze away from her cleavage and looked into her eyes, with what seemed like trepidation. "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm nurse Benn, the new night nurse here. I've brought your food." "Are you going to be like those other two?" there was a hint of fear in his voice. "What other two Mr. Pickard?" she tried to sound reassuring. "The day nurses. They tease and goad and then run off, laughing. They're cruel." "Oh. Well I won't be cruel. Here let's get you some food." She felt something nudge her elbow, and looked down expecting to see his hand there. But instead she was greeted by the sight of a long, thin erect penis nudging her arm. His shirt and tie had been pushed aside as his erection had grown at the sight of her overflowing uniform. She could now see his low hanging ball sack splayed out on the chair. "Oh Mr. Pickard, you're, erm, not wearing any underwear." "No," he croaked. "It's too uncomfortable. Plus those day nurses pinched it all. They like to tease Alfred here." "Alfred? That's your name is it?" She tried to ignore the hot bulbous end that was stroking against the inside of her arm. "No, that's his name," he said, indicating his cock. Tina stood up and took in the sight of his erect member, swaying before the old man. It was about 10 inches long, and quite virile looking, in contrast to its owner. She coughed, "well, pleased to meet you Alfred." "I always had a tiny pecker," he said. "But then I got this disease and it's been growing ever since. It's like it isn't mine, so I gave it a name." "I see." And she could see what he meant, it was if there were now three of them in close proximity around the chair: Tina, Mr. Pickard and sandwiched between them the rather intrusive Alfred. "Let's get you some food shall we?" The table was on wheels so it could be slid over the chair. However as Tina manoeuvred it into position, she encountered a problem - it bashed into Mr. Pickard's hard cock before she could get it near enough for him to eat. She tried pushing the table in but he let out a yelp. "I'm afraid Alfred appears to be in the way," she said. "Will he, you know, go to sleep in a bit." "I don't think so. Those two nurses have been teasing him all day and then I woke up and saw you, and those big boobs of yours and I think he'll be up all night now. He likes big boobs." "Can you, sort of, relieve him if I go away?" she asked. "I knew it, you are just like those other two. They pinch him and wiggle their arses at him and brush up against him, then they run off laughing saying 'no, no, Mr. Pickard.' It's driving me nuts. Whenever I try to relieve myself I get tired before he does." The old man seemed genuinely distressed. The two day nurses didn't sound very caring, Tina thought. She knew what she had to do. She knelt next to Mr. Pickard and stroked the end of his cock like a pet dog. "Well I'm not like those other two. I think Alfred is cute," she said. Looking at this wizened old man sporting a 10 inch erection, it was anything but cute, she thought. "He likes you too," Mr. Pickard croaked. "And he likes big boobs does he? Tell me, do the other nurses have big boobs?" she continued to lightly rub the inflamed end of his cock, which dribbled some precum. "One has nice pert boobs, not as big as yours though. The other one has long, sexy legs that go all the way up. She's always bends over unnecessarily and shows me her arse. They like to see Alfred here show himself and then they tell me off for being a dirty old man." He seemed genuinely sad, and Tina felt sorry for him. "Well I don't think you're a dirty old man, and I think Alfred is lovely." She secretly applied some spittle to her hand to ease the lubrication as she moved her hand from the tip down the length of his rod. He groaned, "oh nurse Benn, that feels good. No-one has done that in ten years." "Let me know if it hurts," she said, worried that she might do the old man some damage. "Please, speak to him." "What?" "Talk to Alfred," he pleaded. "Erm, ok. So.. Alfred, do you like my big boobs?" To Tina's surprise the cock in her hand seemed to twitch in response. She continued, "oh you do? You like the way they are bursting out of this tight uniform? Look," she thrust her chest out so it was a few inches from the pulsating lovestick in her hand. "They're about to pop out of my bra. They must like you too Alfred, they've gone all hard at the end." Her nipples were indeed erect and pushing at the fabric of her bra. God, I want to get this thing off, she though, it suddenly felt constrictive. She was getting damp between her thighs too she noticed and squirmed her legs together as she stroked Alfred more vigourously. It was silly, but talking to a cock, especially a nice big one like this, was very arousing. "They've got names too," she smirked. "This one," she hefted her right breast closer, "is called Lucy, and this one is Suzy. They want to give you a kiss." The cock in her hand twitched twice in eager acknowledgement. She scooped 'Lucy' out, it felt good to get it free from the confines of her bra, and she gave her nipple a discrete tweak. She repeated this for 'Suzy'. "So what do you think of Suzy and Lucy?" she pushed the 'girls' forward proudly. Alfred was writhing in her hand like it truly had a life of its own. She concentrated her thumb on the glans rubbing it enthusiastically. Tina leant forward and rubbed her left breast across the tip. "Mmm, Suzy enjoyed that. Now Lucy wants a kiss too." Her nipple flicked across the slit at the end of his cock, now streaming precum. She then wrapped both breasts together around the cock head. "Oh the girls are fighting for your attention Alfred. They're such naughty girls. Can you handle both of them?" Mrs. Benn - Night Nurse Pt. 01 And that was it for Pickard, he jolted upright, knocking Tina back, and he roared as he ejaculated, his come splashing on to the carpet and his shirt. He then collapsed back into his chair, breathing heavily. The poor chap looked drawn and pale. "Are you okay?" Tina asked with concern. "Mmm," he mumbled. "Amazing, just amazing." Tina squeezed her boobs back in her bra, and used some tissues to clean up the mess. "There," she said, "all ready for your dinner now Mr. Pickard?" She pushed the tray in and as she did so he leant forward and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Thank you Nurse Benn, that was very kind of you." She blushed, "don't mention it. If I'm honest, it wasn't much of a chore. I think Alfred has a date with Suzy and Lucy tomorrow don't you?" she winked. "Oh, you make an old man very happy." Tina felt pleased with herself, she had indeed made him happy. She couldn't remember the last time she could say that, whether sexually or otherwise, back in the real world. She checked her sheet and moved onto her next task. A Mr. Slack, the notes said that he was usually asleep by now, and just to check on him. The notes were right, a bald old man lay in the foetal position on his bed, snoring contentedly. His blanket had slipped halfway off, so Tina tucked it back in. As she did so, she noticed his arm hanging over the side and lifted it back up, only for it to twitch in her hand. Looking down she realised it was no arm she was holding but his long flaccid penis that hung over the side of the bed. It was a good 8 inches in this state. This condition really does affect them she thought, as she placed it gently back in the bed. Absentmindedly she found herself stroking its length and it gave a faint stir. She shook herself and stepped away. This was going to be a long night she smirked. Heading back up the corridor she noticed a light coming from Mr. Major's office. She knocked gently on the door and entered. The owner was sitting by his computer muttering to himself, with a look of desperation on his face. "Erm, Mr. Major is everything ok?" she asked. "What? Oh, it's you Nurse Benn. Yes, fine, erm. How are things?" "Good, I've met two of the patients, and I'm off to see a Mr..." she checked her roster, "Langer next." Major sighed, "ah, Langer. Good luck. He's one of the difficult ones. Still, it won't matter anyway after tomorrow." A look of despair washed over the man's gentle features and Tina felt a wave of pity for him. He looked like someone who on their retirement day has lost their pension. "Oh. Can I ask why?" He waved a form in the air, "this, the patient satisfaction survey. It's killing us. Unless we get good ratings from every patient, they'll close us down. The deadline for submission is midday tomorrow. So far I've got returns from half of them, but we're a specialist hospital, they're looking for a reason to shut us down. Unless I get good responses from all eight, we're sunk. The others say they won't return them or that they'll criticise us. I try really hard but the patients just don't seem happy, I don't understand why." "I think I do," Tina ventured. "It's the other two nurses, Mr. Pickard told me they tease the men, about their, you know, affliction. I guess it makes them feel frustrated." Major sank his head onto the table, "of course! I knew it. I should have taken action. Oh well, it's too late now. We'll be closed by the end of the month. I may as well return a null submission now." "Wait. I'm pretty sure Mr. Pickard will give us a return now. I got on well with him. And maybe I can get the others to be nice too, especially if you promise to do something about the nurses." She could see that Major wanted to hope, but was scared to let himself do so. "Do you really think you could? How?" And then he laughed, looking at her voluptuous figure bursting from her skimpy uniform. "Or shouldn't I ask?" She winked at him, full of confidence, "I have my ways." She collected the survey forms from Major's desk, allowing him a good eyeful of cleavage as she did so and set off down the corridor with a sense of purpose. Mrs. Benn - Night Nurse Pt. 02 Tina knew she had to get survey returns from the remaining patients at the hospital if she was to save it from closure. She decided to go back to Mr Pickard who she had helped out earlier, to get an early victory. He was just climbing into bed as she entered. "Hello, I didn't expect to see you again," he beamed. Tina found herself flustered by the pendulous member that dangled between his legs, swaying gently as he pushed himself onto the bed. "I need a favour Mr Pickard. Could I ask you to complete the patient survey? I've spoken with Mr Major and he'll get rid of the two day nurses." "And get more like you?" he grinned. She nodded, "yes, sure." He reached out, "here." He scribbled his signature on the bottom, "You can fill it in anyway you want now. I'm going to bed now to dream of Suzy and Lucy." "Oh thank you Mr Pickard." She pressed her boobs up into his face, "Suzy and Lucy are grateful too." He growled, "don't get me started young lady, I'm too old to get it up twice in one day." She skipped out of the room, and headed to the next door. She had decided to abandon the roster and just work her way down the corridor. She had to concentrate on the ones who hadn't completed the survey already, so she felt guilty about ignoring the four who had, but the clock was ticking. The surveys had to be completed by midday tomorrow, and she now had five down. The next room belonged to a Mr Grant. She checked her notes and entered. "Hello Mr Grant, I've come to give you your medication." A man unfurled himself from under the blankets. He peeled his head off the pillow with extreme apathy, his eyes half closed, as if everything in the world bored him. But on seeing Tina in her clinging nurse's uniform, her thighs encased in white stockings and her titanic breasts bustling to escape, all his ennui seemed to fall away in an instant. He sat bolt upright and his eyes widened. "Oh, hello," he said in a posh English accent, rich with lechery. "So, you're to have two of these blue pills, and then down for the night. Is that correct?" she tried her softest, most flirtatious voice, but he was so transfixed by her breasts that she could have been barking orders in German and it wouldn't have mattered. He nodded dumbly. Tina decided this was no time for conversation, so she sauntered over to him, ensuring that her breasts bounced outrageously with every exaggerated step. She stood close to him, jutting her chest out so it was only a few inches from his quivering face. She noticed that sweat beads were visible on his brow. "Now," she said, thrusting her chest a few inches closer, so she could feel his panting breath on her expansive décolletage. "I've got two beauties to pop into your mouth." She held up the blue pills but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her heaving bosom. Tina was enjoying this. For all the adventures she had been through with aliens, ogres and dragons, she hadn't flaunted herself in front of men. She found that she liked it. "Open up," she whispered seductively, and poor Mr Grant mutely opened his mouth. She delicately placed one pill on his tongue, and tilted his head back with a finger under his chin, so he was forced to look her in the face. "Now, swallow," she commanded. He gulped the pill back and then returned to ogling her tits. "One more pill," Tina said. "Oops, clumsy me." She dropped the pill onto her chest and with a shimmy it disappeared into the dark cavern of her cleavage, like a rabbit disappearing down a hole. "Would you mind getting that for me?" she asked matter of factly. The old man didn't hesitate, and plunged his face deep into the crevasse between her breasts, suckling and muttering. First one, then the other boob was forced out of her uniform as he kissed and gobbled his way around them. Tina could feel herself becoming aroused as Mr Grant sought to cover all of her chest with his mouth. He took one of her stiff nipples in his mouth and sucked like a baby. "I'm pretty sure that isn't the pill Mr Grant," she said, peeling his head away with a slurping noise. "Here it is." She placed it at the tip of her cleavage. "There you are Mr Grant, from my new pill delivery system." She pushed her mammoth boobs up into his face and he licked the pill off before resuming sucking on her extended nipple. Tina felt a prod at the base of her breasts and looked down to see his erect cock pushing up between them, insistent and refusing to be ignored. It was a good 12 inches and pulsed angrily on her belly as she leant over the reclining old man. "Before you have it Mr Grant, I've a favour to ask. The boss has asked me to get everyone's signature on these, I'm sure you wouldn't mind?" He chuckled, "for that I'd sign my will over to you." He scribbled his name on the form and without hesitation plunged his face into her cleavage, hovering up the pill, and gobbling on her nipples. He arched his back simultaneously so his aged lovepump was fucking her breasts from beneath while he slavered upon them from above. She dragged her inflamed nipples across his chest. He was getting close to that mythical state of a man being able to suck his own cock, as he hunched over to suck greedily on her saliva coated tits while thrusting against the underside of those full mounds with his urgent, slimy rod. Tina found herself rubbing her crotch against the side of the bed in rhythm with his thrusts. And then, inevitably, he was coming , a frustrated old man confronted with such a sexual fantasy onslaught, it soon became overwhelming, and he was a teenager encountering his first naked woman again. With a grunt, a jerk and a splurt of come across her belly he collapsed back and was snoring happily before she peeled herself off him and cleaned his fading schlong before tucking him into bed. "That's six down," Tina thought, as she tucked Grant's survey form into her folder. She checked her notes, it was Langer next, who her boss has described as awkward. "Oh, well, might as well get him out of the way" she mused. She knocked and timidly entered the room. Why had Major told her Langer was a problem, she cursed, she was already acting differently, whereas with Grant she'd entered the room full of confidence, letting her sexy body dominate the situation. Now she was starting the encounter off on the defensive. She was surprised, and unnerved, to see someone else sitting at the bedside of the patient, who had his back to her. It was a woman who stood up immediately and looked at Tina with distain. If she'd felt unsure coming into the room, that withering look made her want to retreat. The woman had severe, straight black hair cut with military precision across her fringe. Her penetrating gaze glared out over her sharp nose and stark cheekbones. Everything about her spoke of control, and confidence. She wore a tight black lycra top, and knee length black skirt. She was definitely a don't fuck with me kind of person. "Who the fuck are you?" she spat. Langer turned to face Tina now. "My oh my, look at this." He didn't seem as old as the other men, or not as withered. His silver hair was brushed neatly to one side, he was clean shaven and had an air of authority. If he wasn't in a hospital gown, Tina would have placed him as a high powered executive. "I'm Nurse Benn, the new night nurse," she said, trying to keep her voice level. "What the fuck are you wearing?" the woman demanded. This was the question Tina had been dreading. Everyone had acted like it was normal for her to be dressed like a stripper, but to be called out on it smashed the illusion. "It's err, the new uniform. They came up a bit small", she repeated Nurse Staffcock's words as she tugged uncomfortably at her hem to cover more of her exposed thighs and arse. "Don't worry about her," Langer sneered, "this is my daughter, Patricia. She hates everyone. I think you look just fine in that tiny little outfit." Tina advanced towards the bed, she needed his signature. She checked her notes for this patient. The two words next to his name suddenly filled her with dread: bed bath. "I'm, erm, supposed to give you a bed bath, but if you would rather I came back later..." "Nonsense! It will do Patricia good to see the care I get here. See, she's worried that I'm wasting my money here, when I should be letting her have it, now that my useless son has run off." The look on Patricia's face told Tina this was indeed the case, even as she denied it. "Rubbish Frederick, I just want to make sure people aren't taking advantage of you." Langer chuckled, and Tina felt his hand rest on her bum, "you can take advantage of me any time you like, Nurse Benn." "I was wondering if I could get you to complete the patient satisfaction survey?" Tina asked politely, and then with a note of seduction, "before it gets wet." She held up the survey. "I'll take that," Patricia snatched it from her hand. "We'll complete it alright but it won't be complimentary." Frederick in turn whipped it out of her hands. "I'll be judge of that. Let's see if Nurse Benn can do anything to persuade me. Or maybe you can Patricia?" So it was to be a contest. Tina was pretty sure she could win that. She bent over to dip the sponge into the water by the bed, and felt her skirt rise up as she did so, exposing her panties to Langer and Patricia. He whistled softly, "now that's an arse. See Patricia, if I came to live with you, would you show me your cute ass like that?" "Don't be filthy Frederick. There's more to life than getting a bed bath from a big-titted slut." "Not much more Patricia." Tina held the dripping sponge above the old man's hairy chest. This was no time for subtlety she thought. "Would you mind if I removed my bra for this?" she asked sweetly. "I don't want it to get wet and then have soggy boobs all night." Langer sniggered lecherously, "of course my dear, we wouldn't want big, soggy tits dripping all night now would we?" Tina turned her back to him and as swiftly as she could manage removed her bra, and pushed her breasts inside the straining nurse's uniform. A quarter of each aureole protruded from the opening and she knew any swift movement would cause her to be exposed. This had to be worth a good response on the survey she thought. She turned back round and handed her enormous bra to Patricia. "Would you mind holding that for me please?" The other woman tossed it aside contemptuously. Tina lightly rubbed the sponge over Frederick's chest, ensuring he got a good view of her heaving chest. "Oh, for fuck's sake," Patricia snorted. "Look at the size of those things. There's such a thing as too big you know." In response Tina leant across Mr Langer to wash his farthest arm, but also to squash her boobs onto his chest. He groaned, "that's where you're wrong Patricia." "My tits are far sexier than those udders," she responded with a sneer. Tina shuddered, she despised having her breasts described as udders. But she decided to respond only with action, and dragged her boobs across the old man's chest as she continued to wash him seductively. "Well prove it then," Frederick said to his daughter. "What?!" "Show me how your tits are so much sexier than Nurse Benn's here. Because from where I'm lying, she looks pretty goddamn sexy to me." "Really? Okay then, if that's what it takes. But understand I think you're a sad old man asking this, it doesn't bother me." With that she pulled off her tight top. Underneath she was wearing a half-bra that neatly bissected each nipple, leaving perfect demi-circles exposed. Her breasts weren't as big as Tina's but they were firmer, almost exact spheres. Tina wondered if they were implants, but she was in a different universe, maybe that's the way boobs are here. Patricia was slim, with a flat, toned stomach. She looked damn sexy with her top off and her straight black hair falling over shoulders, Tina had to admit. Frederick had stopped drooling over Tina's breasts and was now gawping at his daughter. "My, my, Patricia, I always knew you had a fine rack, but they're even better than I imagined. You are damn hot." "Whatever, you're just a sad pervert," she dismissed him. Tina knew she was losing Langer's attention, and thus the battle for the survey. While he was distracted she tugged her knickers down and stepped out of them, unnoticed. "I'd best get some more water on this sponge," she said, hoping to attract Frederick's attention. She bent over from the waist, sticking her bottom out as she did so (a totally unnatural way to bend over, she thought to herself with a smirk). As she had anticipated her short skirt rose up, exposing most of her naked arse. The trick worked, without turning round she knew she was no the focus again. Langer let out a long whistle, as Tina unnecessarily dipped, and redipped the sponge in the bucket, jutting her behind out each time. "Holy shit. Now, I'm a tit man, but I have to say that is one fine arse you've got there Nurse Benn." Tina made a perfunctory effort to pull down her skirt, "oh, I'm sorry, I forgot I wasn't wearing knickers. These uniforms really are too small for a big girl like me." "That's a fucking side of pork, not a hot arse," Patricia sneered. "I suppose yours is hotter?" Langer asked, giving Tina a wink. "Damn right it is, I don't go to the gym 6 times a week to have a flabby arse like that." Tina and Frederick stared at her in silence for a moment. "Oh, I suppose you want to see it? I don't see why, it's pretty obvious through this skirt, but just so you have a comparison for what a really hot arse looks like, I'll show you. Like I said, it don't mean anything to me." She undid the zip at the side of her well fitted skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing skimpy black knickers and Tina could see by her well sculptured thighs that the gym boast was not and idle one. She was now dressed in just her bra and pants and a pair of killer high heels. Tina was beginning to worry if she would win this contest. To add to her concern, Patricia turned around and bent over, her scant knickers leaving nearly all of her perfectly rounded buttocks on display. Carried away by her own ego, Patricia slapped her butt, "now, that is a hot arse." Both Tina and Frederick stared in admiration at her long shapely legs and the taut, smooth mounds of her bum. Even Tina wanted to reach out and stroke it. Frederick croaked, "Jesus, you are right Patricia, that is a damn near perfect butt." His hand snaked out but Patricia snapped upright and slapped it away. "What do you think you're doing pervert? You don't get to touch." Maybe that was where Tina still had the edge then. With her, he got to touch. She continued with the bed bath, working lower down his abdomen. He groaned as she approached his groin, still hidden beneath the bed clothes. She leant across him, crushing her chest against his and dragging it upwards. As she had thought, her open top could not contain her breasts, and one left boob slid free. Her nipple slid across the old man's abdomen and he shuddered at the contact. Tina stood up, her left breast now exposed, but she attempted to pretend she hadn't noticed. "Oh, that's enough!" Patricia yelled. "I don't mind a bit of messing around, but exposing yourself to an old man, what kind of nurse are you? I'll get you sacked!" She continued like this, but Tina ignored her and instead peeled back the bedclothes. "I think we need to make sure everywhere is clean, don't you Mr Langer?" As she did so, the old man's enormous todger unfurled itself from his thigh, rose up like a serpent and slapped onto his belly. Patricia was mid-rant, "I'll make sure you never work again, and this place is clo... holy fuck, what is that??" "Ah, I've never told you why I'm here did I?" Frederick said. All of them were now staring at his semi-erect penis which continued to expand and work it's way up towards his chest as it did so. Patricia was, for once, speechless and just stared open mouthed at it. Tina smiled to herself, she was more accustomed to big schlongs now, but the other woman couldn't have been more gobsmacked if it had started talking to her. Frederick had finished explaining about his condition. Tina rubbed the sponge down its formidable length, and even to her surprise, it extended again before their eyes by about 5 inches. It was now just below Frederick's nipple line. "Fucking hell, it just grew a whole cock length!" Patricia squealed. "Just how big is that thing?" Frederick shrugged, he was enjoying the effect the sight of his engorged tool was having on his sexy daughter. "I dunno, last time we measured it was a few months ago, and it was twelve inches then, but I guess it's grown a couple of inches since then." "You mean they keep growing?" "Yes, that's the nature of the condition, it just keeps growing. In the end it's fatal." "Oh God, I'm sorry, I had no idea," for once Patricia sounded almost human. "But, in the meantime, what a cock! And all the men here suffer from this condition? Can I touch it? You have no idea what this is doing to me. A big cock has been my fantasy forever, but I've never had one. And now... this, the biggest cock ever. God, it's fantastic." She was so enthused, Tina could see it really was years of fantasy coming to life in front of her. Patricia ran her hand up and down the long, veiny shaft, and in response it grew once more, by about an inch. "Ohhh," Patricia moaned. Tina felt like a bystander now, her big boobs for once ignored. Frederick was groping both of the women's bums, but Patricia hardly seemed to notice. She flicked her hair behind her head and leant forward. She licked her father's cock up its full length, leaving a trail of drool mixing with the precum that was streaming from his engorged tip. "I've got to fuck this cock," she purred. "Please let me fuck it Frederick, it's what I've always dreamed of." He chuckled, "you won't be able to get it all in," he warned her. Then looking at Tina he said, "sorry Nurse, looks like she gets to complete the survey." Patricia was gobbling noisily on his cock like a thirsty animal that has found a stream. She looked up with an almost demonic visage. 'She's really far gone,' thought Tina. Patricia snatched the survey and quickly ticked all responses and signed it, and threw it back at Tina. She yanked her skimpy knickers off and clambered onto the bed. She planted her feet on both sides of Frederick's hips and pulled the cock up to her. Tina could see that the gym work was going to pay off here as she would need to hold herself in a crouched position. "I need this big cock inside me," she moaned. She took the tip of if and pushed it into her pussy. It was barely inside when her legs started trembling, "shit, I'm coming already. Just the thought of this big cock is too much. Fuck me Frederick, just like you've always wanted to. Fuck your son's slutty wife. Yes, yes, YES!" She paused, the orgasm causing her body to shudder, and threw back her head, biting hard on her lip. Then she looked back at Frederick and smiled wickedly. "Now let's see how much of this big, juicy cock I can get into my dripping cunt." She pushed herself down on it, taking a good six inches inside her. There was still more outside than in however. Using her powerful leg muscles she lifted herself up and down, riding the enormous member. Frederick had remained largely silent and still, shocked by his daughter's sudden transformation, but now he began rocking his hips, pushing up into her. Each thrust caused Patricia to scream wildly with ecstasy. "Give him your big fat tits to suck on," she barked at Tina. "He deserves to suck those milk bags while I fuck this cock into oblivion." Mrs. Benn - Night Nurse Pt. 02 Patricia certainly demanded obedience, and so without contesting it, Tina pushed her boobs into the old man's face and he grabbed them, stuffing her left nipple into his mouth and sucking hungrily. His tongue rolled around it and she squirmed with pleasure as he slipped his fingers into her moist pussy. "Goddamn," he mumbled into her deep cleavage, "my daughter is fucking me like crazy and I'm sucking on the biggest pair of tits I've ever seen. What a day!" "I guess everyone's happy," Tina laughed. Patricia continued to scream obscenities, which Tina was sure could be heard not only all around the hospital but in the next town as well. "Fucking big cocks, I need fucking big cocks," she wailed. "I'm going to fuck you every day Frederick, Do you want that? Huh? Your daughter fucking your massive cock every fucking day." Langer didn't respond as his mouth was full of Tina's breasts and he didn't want to let up on the attention he was giving to it. Tina was writing as three of his fingers worked their way in and out of her. "I'm going to come, fuck yes, it's gonna be a big fucking orgasm. I'm going to coat this cock in my love juice." "Mmmbbfl," Frederick pulled Tina's tit from his drooling mouth, "I'm gonna come too, let's all do it together. You ready Nurse?" Tina nodded as Frederick moved a finger up to work her clitoris. "Let's come," she whispered. Frederick pushed his hips up with three hard thrusts and Patricia bawled in joy. "Oh my fucking Goddddddddd!" she slapped her hands down onto the bed. Although not all the way in, she had accommodated a good deal of the enormous cock. It must be painful Tina mused as she pushed herself onto Langer's hand, and mashed her breasts into his suckling mouth. "Shit, here it comes," he said and gave one final thrust up into the younger woman. "Jesus, it's like a fucking fire hose," she squealed. "There's so much come in me!" Tina gripped the side of the bed as a gentler orgasm flooded through her. She stared in amazement as two long streams of white semen flooded out of Patricia. Frederick disengaged himself from Tina's soaking wet boobs and stared as his drained daughter pulled herself off his cock, with jism flowing out of her pussy. It seemed to go on forever, more cock just coming out of her. Where had she put it all, Tina wondered. Finally it popped out and slapped onto his belly with a thwack. The two of them were sitting in a pool of the old man's come. Patricia rolled off, exhausted. She kissed Frederick tenderly, "mmm, that was just the best. And I meant what I said. Every day." With that she pulled a coat over herself and curled up on the chair. Tina thought she should probably held clean up, but she had to get going. Squashing her breasts back inside her uniform she gave Frederick a peck on the cheek and said "I'd best leave you two to talk things over." He nodded dumbly and picked up the survey. It was soggy with come and he held it gingerly by the corner. "Don't forget this. Thanks Nurse Benn." She took it from him. There was no point continuing she assumed, Patricia's response would be negative and that would be enough to close them down. But when she wiped the semen from the form she saw that it had been completed with "Excellent" against every criteria. Patricia opened one eye and smiled at her, "you better make sure this place stays open. I just found heaven." Mrs. Benn - Night Nurse Pt. 03 Tina Benn tries on costumes and enters a fantasy world in a costume shop. In this one she is working as a nurse in a centre for men who have a condition that causes extensive penis growth. Obviously. ***** Staggering out of Mr Langer's room, Tina felt exhausted. So far she'd made three old men with greatly enlarged penises come, and that had given her three positive responses to the survey. This made seven in total, and she needed all eight in order to save the hospital. She could do with a cup of tea and a rest she thought, but there was no time for that. She checked her notes to see who was the last on the list. It was a Mr O'Toole. He was aged 52, the home's longest serving patient, having been here for four years. Poor man she thought, it can't be much fun being stuck in here. Mind you, she'd been having plenty of fun. She knocked on the door and went in. As she did so she realised she had left her bra and knickers in Langer's room. Her skimpy uniform barely concealed her assets and without underwear there was no way of remaining unexposed. Attack was the best form of defence she mused and so decided to be as brazen as possible. "Hello sexy," she hollered, sashaying her way into the room. O'Toole was sitting up in his bed. He gave her a weary glance, and resumed reading his book. Tina was accustomed to getting a strong reaction from men when she was dressed so provocatively, and was rather nonplussed by this absence of one. "Erm, I'm Nurse Benn, I'm here to," she checked her notes, "make sure your comfortable and give you your anti-depressant." "Get on with it then," he mumbled. She handed him a pill and some water, thrusting her chest into his arm as she did so. Again there was no reaction. Maybe he's gay, Tina thought, I'm stuck if he is, this body is all I've got. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind completing our patient survey?" she asked sweetly. "Hmph," he grunted. "I suppose you're just like those other two nurses. Know what they call me? The Freak. Mr Freak. So, why would I complete your survey for you?" "I'm really sorry about those other two," Tina said earnestly. "They're being relieved of their duties. I promise you I won't think you're a freak. I think you're sweet." "Thing is, they're right. I am a freak. Look at this," he pulled back the bedclothes to reveal his naked lower half. Like an amputated third leg, his flaccid cock lay in between his legs, stopping by his knees. It was the biggest one Tina had seen so far. "That is certainly an impressive manhood you've got there Mr O'Toole." "No it's not, truth is I haven't managed to get it up for a year. And if I did, what would be the use? I know you hear that women like a big dick, but in reality how much can they fit inside? Eight inches? What am I supposed to do with the other twenty?" "It's twenty eight inches?!" she asked incredulously. "You may be right about what a woman can accommodate, but just the sight of such a massive cock is a big turn on for some women. I know at least two who would love to play with it." He warmed a bit and despite himself showed interest, "really. Who is that?" "Well I just met a woman who went crazy at the sight of a big cock, which was smaller than yours, so I bet if she saw this one she'd have an orgasm just looking at it." He chuckled, "maybe I should meet her. And the other one?" She reached out and cradled his hefty ball sack, "why, me of course." For the first time he took in the skimpy outfit and bulging cleavage next to him. "Thankyou for the attempt, but I'm afraid it's no use. Even if I got it up, what would we do with it?" That sounded like a challenge to Tina. She lightly ran her hand up the length of his flaccid cock. Even limp she was amazed at how long it went on for, her arm fully extended to reach its length. She continued to do this casually, as she looked into the old man's plaintive eyes. "You're thinking about this all wrong," she cooed, as she continued her ministrations. She felt a definite firming along its length. "You shouldn't think of what you can't do because it's sooooo big, but rather what you can do with this fantastic cock of yours that no-one else can." She was rewarded with a pulse beneath her fingers and the beast raised itself up above his knees, as if tentatively expressing an interest. "What do you mean?" O'Toole asked, rather wheezily. "We-ellll," Tina rubbed the expanding hose with a touch more vigour. It was about 12 inches in length now, and beginning to shift around to the side of his thigh. She continued by whispering in his ear, pressing her chest against his arm, "with a big, long piece of cock like this you could fuck two women at once." She had decided to refer to the size of his manhood as often as possible as she thought it would help arouse him. It was certainly arousing her. "H.. how?" he croaked. "Well, you could have one woman fucking this big, beautiful cockhead," she rolled her thumb around the enlarged glans which was now the size of a tangerine. It was streaming precum onto her hand and his thigh. "And then another could be rubbing her pussy up and down the length of this fabulous shaft in between the two of you." "Oh, God," he moaned, picturing the scene. His cock jerked beneath her hand with this additional arousal and sprang to its full length. Tina stepped back to take in the full view of it. She knew what the other nurses meant about being a freak, it was ridiculous, almost comical. Protruding from this ordinarily built man was a huge appendage, like a French loaf sticking out from his groin until way past his shoulder. It was the type of thing a teenager would draw as a gross caricature. "I knew it," O'Toole said, trying vainly to hide his monster penis, "you think it's freakish too." Tina stepped back in, cradling the bulbous end of his cock in her arms like an infant. "No, not at all, I think it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Here, let me give it some love." She slurped her way around the upper six inches. Precum was pouring out of it at an alarming rate, soaking O'Toole's chest and the bedsheets. She tried to control this flow by lapping it up. It reminded Tina of trying to control the melting of an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. Her hand worked down the rest of its length. Christ, Tina thought, I'm working on a normal cock length and there's another three full lengths below this. Deciding she couldn't leave the rest of it unattended she nibbled her way down it the shaft. Her hair was becoming matted in the continual stream of clear precum that poured from it. She stifled a giggle, imagining herself playing some weird instrument in an avant garde art performance. O'Toole was moaning softly, and watching her with intensity. She stood up, "I think it's about time we got some of that juice on these, don't you?" She unzipped her uniform to reveal her heaving, glistening chest. "Holy shit, those are magnificent!" he breathed. "Can you imagine them wrapped around that great big cock of yours? Pumping away at my massive knockers and then coating them in that luscious spunk of yours?" She was convinced dirty talk was the key to success here, and she was rewarded by a further stiffening of his member. It now lay at an angle across his thigh, and was becoming rigid. Tina stroked her hand up its considerable length. "This cock just goes on forever," she said. "And look, we're definitely getting there." He groped her dangling tits, "oh God, this is heavenly." "I'm going to climb on board now, is that okay?" she was pushing her groin into the side of the table, in sympathy with the rhythm of her hand along his length. She felt like the performer spinning plates, there was just so much of his manhood to attend to, she felt that as soon as she gave attention to one section, another part was neglected. The only solution was to attack all of it she felt. She had the body to do that after all. She unzipped her uniform fully and clambered up onto the bed, straddling the old man. Grabbing his slippery pole firmly she began to grind her pussy lips against it, while simultaneously rubbing the end around her mouth lips. I wonder if I'm the first person to be able to stimulate the same cock with both sets of lips she pondered. She rubbed her clitoris vigorously, O'Toole seemed largely passive, it would be up to her to do all the work here. Mind you, I have plenty to work with, she thought. With her clitoris inflamed she could rub it up and down the base of his thick cock. She leaned over him now, wrapping her huge tits around the upper third of his dripping member. She then slurped away hungrily at the protruding end as she slid up and down, stimulating erogenous zones along her body. It wasn't the clitoral, oral or breast contact that had her escalating towards orgasm so quickly, but rather the stomach and neck contact. There was penis everywhere. Pole dancers are simulating with a metal stick what I'm doing with a real cock she thought. And it was this realisation that had her moaning loudly. She had to shift his cock out of the way to kiss O'Toole. They slobbered at each other, panting, with the bulbous end of his penis pushing against the side of her cheek. "I love your cock," she moaned. "I love your tits," he responded, squashing and folding them in his hands. "Cock," she smiled. "Tits." "Cock" "Tits," this time with more urgency. "Are you going to come?" O'Toole croaked. "Because I don't think I can last much longer." She thought he meant he couldn't last much longer before he came, but as she looked down she realised he meant he couldn't last much longer physically. He looked a drawn husk, and she realised that all this fluid they were squishing around in was draining him, plus the blood supply required to maintain an erection of this magnitude was nearly killing him. But she couldn't stop. She ground into him harder, "yes, please, oh God, let me come on this massive fucking cock." She had been used to saying such things for effect previously, but she really meant it now. She grabbed it heartily and bore down on the flesh pole, pulling it to her bosom. And then he was coming. One, two, three spurts of thick white streamers shot past her face and fell onto her back. And then a stream of less viscous fluid poured out, soaking her breasts, belly and thighs as she ground down on to his base, orgasm one, two, three and finally, a faint fourth pulsing through her. She hugged his slowly deflating member like a life raft, panting for breath. She smiled weakly as she peeled herself off O'Toole. He managed a half smile in return. "Thank you," he whispered. His sheets, mattress, and body were soaked in sweat, precum and come. Tina was a bit unsteady on her feet. She looked down and globules of come adorned her shoulders and breasts, and the rest of her body was glistening with sticky fluid. "You sure produce a lot of come," she commented. "Yes, it's one of the consequences of the disease. It means it's even more difficult to control, you have such a build up of fluid." She started to mop up the fluid from the old man's chest and attempt to clean him up. "I've got a feeling you won't have to worry about build up too much now. Once my friend hears about this beast, she'll be in here every day." Even now his cock was still a good 12 inches long. Patricia would go mad at the sight of it. "I do hope so, it's been amazing to feel it at full length again." Their conversation was interrupted by a harsh metallic voice over the tannoy. "Will Nurse Tina please report to the main office immediately." Tina looked at O'Toole. She wondered if she was in trouble. "You'd best go along, and here," he scribbled his signature on the questionnaire, "fill that out in glowing terms." She hastily did up her uniform, squeezing her come covered tits back into its tight confines. She gave the old man a final kiss and then hurried along the corridor. As she did so she was aware of drops of come falling from her hair and boobs onto the carpet. She came into the office and was greeted by a small group. In the centre stood the owner, Mr Major, next to head Nurse Staffcock. Next to them was the beautiful, but severe Patricia. She was wearing only her bra and knickers in high heels. She looked fabulously sexy and classy. One the other side was the first patient Tina had encountered, Mr Pickard. He was wearing his shirt and tie, socks and shoes, but no trousers and she could see the end of his penis hanging below the length of his shirt. Tina was conscious of her appearance, her hair matted, her nipples hard and erect, several pools of white jism on her exposed skin, and her uniform wet with sweat clinging to her thigh and arse. She wondered if Patricia and Pickard had complained about her, and she was about to be reprimanded. She hated confrontation and braced herself for it. "I see you've been successful with Mr O'Toole," Nurse Staffcock commented. "I have never managed that myself, so well done Nurse." "We've got an announcement to make," Major said. "Well three announcements actually. Firstly, as a result of a your tremendous work, and Patricia's conversion to our cause, Mr Langer has made a substantial contribution to the centre. We are financially secure." "Oh, that's great news! Thank you Patricia" Tina beamed. "And that's the second piece of news. It transpires that Patricia has been trained as a nurse formerly, and is keen to administer to the men in our care. So we can relieve the other nurses of their duties." Patricia winked at Tina "I think I'm going to be very happy here. I can't wait to start." "And our final piece of news is that now the centre is secure, Nurse Staffcock and I have decided to finally get married." "Married!" Tina blurted, "that's wonderful." "Yes, and Mr Pickard here, as a former ship's Captain is ordained to carry out the service. So we're going to do it now, and would like you and Patricia to be our witnesses." Pickard moved shyly in front of them, and Tina assumed a position by Nurse Staffcock's side, with Patricia next to Major. The patient conducted the formalities very quickly, and before Tina knew what was happening, they were both saying "I do." "Could you sign the formal document, we've had it ready to go for a while," Major said. "Of course," as Tina leaned over the book to sign, a small droplet of come fell from her chin onto the page. Patricia, next to her giggled. "Look at the state of you, was all this from one guy?" "Yes," Tina said, and then whispered in Patricia's ear "28 inches." Her newfound friend's mouth formed an O of surprise. "Oh my fucking god. I'll make him my priority tomorrow." "Smile please," Major said, huddling them all together. He had set a camera up on timer on the table. "Let's get a picture of the wedding group." And what a wedding group it made. The normal looking couple in the centre, flanked by Patricia in her lingerie model outfit, Pickard in his formal attire on top, but naked below and a half erection protruding through the flaps of his shirt, and Tina, exploding from her skimpy uniform, with come over her like a porn star. Afterwards Tina said she would clean herself up. Major indicated a room at the back of his office and in there she wiped away most of the jism, and freshened up her hair, and readjusted her uniform, so she looked as respectable as such an obscene outfit would permit. Stepping back into the room it was a shock to find herself back in the changing room of the costume shop. She felt a real sense of loss. She had been torn away from her new friends. Who would look after the night shift, what would happen without her, would she ever see them again? Then she pulled herself up, this was the deal Tina, she told herself. Your job there was done. "Tina?" came the plaintive call from Kevin outside. "Are you okay for photographs?" Tina didn't know what to do. She'd left her bra and knickers back in the other world. Even after cleaning herself up, she looked indecent in this outfit. She couldn't let him see her like this, much less be photographed. But she had promised him, and she needed to be able to come back here and have these adventures. She would do anything for that. With a sigh, she opened the door. He gulped at the sight of her, "oh, wow." "It's too much isn't it?" she said, suddenly very self-conscious. "No, no, it's... you're amazing. I bet I'll sell loads of these outfits with these pictures." "Erm, okay, make it quick." He snapped some pictures of her front on, and then asked her to turn sideways. This revealed just how much her boobs projected from her body. Then he asked her to turn round and bend over. She didn't want to do this, but wanted to get it over with quickly. As she was still sticky, the skirt held on her buttock and then slipped up quickly, exposing her completely naked bum. She stood up quickly, but he'd noticed and got a couple of shots off. She carried on, caught between embarrassment and a sense of arousal. Kevin was sporting a prominent erection which his slacks did little to disguise as he snapped away. He asked her to bend forward. This made her considerable cleavage much pronounced, and she knew they were in the territory of glamour model poses rather than simply modelling the uniform now. He came in closer, taking some photographs looking up from the floor. She suddenly realised that her pussy would be on display and stood up quickly. This caused one of her breasts to escape from the uniform. Kevin was in close to her now. They both looked down at her large, exposed breast, the nipple protruding towards his chest in obvious arousal. "Shall we put this back?" he cupped the huge volume of flesh in his hand, and the contact snapped Tina out of the situation. She stepped back quickly, "no, no. I've got to go. I'm sorry, I can't!" She jumped back into the changing room and hastily put her old clothes back on. She was letting the alternative world infect her behaviour in this one. A couple more seconds and she would he been embracing Kevin, ready to fuck him like someone in her adventures. She realised she would have to go home without any underwear. Thank goodness her husband would still be in work. She had to keep the worlds separate. As she folded the nurse uniform up and placed it on a chair she noticed something protruding from the pocket. It was the wedding photograph. Major had printed out copies for everyone afterwards and she had absent mindedly put it in her pocket as she gave Nurse Staffcock the customer satisfaction surveys. She smiled at the odd collection of people who seemed more real to her than anyone in this world. What would her husband make if he ever saw it, she wondered. This was one to keep well hidden. When she exited the changing room, Kevin was nowhere to be seen, much to her relief. She hoped she hadn't hurt his feelings. And more significantly she hoped she hadn't damaged her chances of coming back.