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.

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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.