A
month and a half after Winnie's procedure, and only a week after they
had successfully paralyzed their first client, Jess, Winnie wanted a
nurse hired before the next.
Wes
thought he could do the job, but agreed that a nurse would at least
look good for the clinic, professional. He then interviewed several
nurses he vetted from online resumes, putting a message out to
devotee boards online. This also provided many unqualified
applicants, and several kooks, but Anna stuck out. First, Anna was
gay, marking the required box on the Wes made application. This would
not be a question any normal employer would ever be allowed to ask,
but this wasn't for just any job, and they weren't exactly normal
employers.
“This
job is medicine meets fetish, so to speak, not that BIID is a fetish,
but there will be role-play required as well. Dr. Winnie likes to
play the poor disabled girl, and I expect future clients will like to
role-play as well.” Wes wrote, above the grouping of questions
dealing with such subjects, adding, “If you have a problem with
doing this as part of the job, then this just isn't the job for you.”
But
Anna, like all the others who filled it out, was not only not
offended, she was excited. She knew she could do the job, and sitting
in front of Wes, she explained this, selling herself to him.
“I
took improv in college. I wasn't great, but I think I know I can
handle role-playing. I've done it in my private life, and it's always
been a big hit, if I can be so immodest.”
“Dr.
Winnie is the definition of immodest, so feel free.” Wes said,
charmed by the big, beautiful nurse. “She'll be in a back brace,
wanting to be treated like she just broke her back, at T10. And
she'll want to act like she's not happy about it.”
“Sounds
good, I 'll expect to be called terrible things then.” Anna said,
smiling, seeming to Wes to be game for anything. Wes liked her.
She's
pretty good at it, so break a leg.” Wes said, thinking he was
clever. “So, I guess you're hired.”
“Oh,
well thank you, when do I start?” Anna asked, impatient.
“You
really know how to pick them Wes. She's like no other woman I've ever
seen. I know she's not your type, but she's perfect in my not-so
humble opinion.” Winnie said, excited for Anna to start as her new
nurse.
“She
is something.” He said diplomatically, though even the lover of
slimmer, more petite woman could appreciate Anna's unique body.
Nurse
Anna was almost six feet tall, voluptuous, with an hourglass figure,
and although
she must have weighed at least 180 pounds, maybe a few pounds more,
her large hips and bosom, a 38FF, made her waist comparably slimmer.
She also wasn't afraid to show off her amazing curves either, having
shown up wearing a traditional nursing uniform that was tailored to
show off as much cleavage as was almost tasteful.
Nurse Anna clearly loved the fetish lifestyle, and was the only one
of the candidates bold enough to show it. Winnie loved curves,
especially big hips and breasts, and shapely legs, only liking her
own legs skinny, though she preferred the term 'atrophied'.
Later
the next day, Nurse Anna entered Winnie's room for a diaper change
and bowel cleaning, Winnie having given herself a suppository as a
surprise and test for the new nurse, who had ditched the modified
nursing uniform for modern scrubs, Wes telling her that Winnie wanted
a more realistic scene to start.
“That
fantastic vintage uniform will be of good use soon enough though.”
Wes added.
Winnie,
of course, had a bowel routine, but she wanted to be taught one by
her new nurse, and soon played the poor newbie cripple.
“Gross,
will I ever get used to this?” Dr. Winnie, the brilliant, newly
crippled scientist, asked Nurse Anna – the smell completely real,
though the opinion, a fantasy.
“Not
sure I would Doctor, if I'm being honest.” Nurse Anna said, picking
up on the fantasy.
“Well,
at least you're honest Nurse.” Dr. Winnie said, keeping it
professional, wanting to keep it this way at first.
“I
am nothing but honest Doctor.” Nurse Anna said, her latex gloved
finger deep inside Dr. Winnie's numb cavity. “Okay, everything
looks good back here.” Nurse Anna announced, taking her dirtied
gloves off and replaced them, then applying a fresh diaper.
“Not
sure I need those gross details Nurse.” Dr. Winnie said, surprising
Anna, who suddenly thought she'd said something wrong. But she then
realized Winnie was still playing.
“Sorry
ma'am.” Nurse Anna said. 'Stay in the moment, get it together.' She
then told herself, not wanting to disappoint her new, and well
paying, employer.
“Again,
Doctor.” Dr. Winnie said, correcting Nurse Anna in a bitchy tone.
Anna liked this.
“Sorry...
Doctor.” Nurse Anna gave it back in a passive-aggressive bitchy
tone of her own.
Dr.
Winnie liked this.
“But
you're doing a decent enough job I guess.” Dr. Winnie complimented,
sort of. “So, when do I get out of this bed?” Dr. Winnie asked.
“Today
actually, let's get you in a wheelchair and wheeling around for a
bit.” Nurse Anna announced. “But I want you to scoot over to the
edge this time. It's been enough time. You need to be doing this
stuff on your own. I won't be there for the rest of your life.”
Nurse Anna ordered.
“But
I'll be this pitiful for the rest of my life.” Dr. Winnie said,
playing the bitter victim.
“You're
not pitiful, but you're acting that way. I'm not asking you to smile,
but at least stop pouting. You're a grown ass woman.” Nurse Anna
said with sass, proud of her improv skills. She was definitely in the
moment.
Dr.
Winnie then did as she was told, scooting her body, struggling for
real with the restrictive custom clamshell brace, which had been made
by Wes, the brace preventing her from easily doing what she had done
mostly without it. She then played a bit after that, wincing in pain,
though no pain existed, finally reaching the edge of the bed.
“Now,
transfer, don't worry, I'll be here to help if you need me.” Nurse
Anna said, reassuring the acting worried Dr. Winnie. “”Yes, scoot
closer to the end, now, yes, left hand on the seat, now SCOOT.”
Nurse Anna directed. Dr. Winnie slid her body off the bed and over to
her chair, even stumbling a bit, not getting completely in the seat,
having to scoot over when in it. Anna admired Winnie's commitment to
her part. “Now, get those feet on the footplate, good.” Nurse
Anna finished, Dr. Winnie fully sitting in her “new” chair.
“It's
kind of a slick chair actually.” Dr. Winnie said.
“Yes,
state of the art. You deserve the best Doctor.” Nurse Anna
curiously said, but Dr. Winnie liked where she was going.
“You
don't need to brown nose Nurse, unless you're just being a smart ass,
because I can call your boss and get a new nurse just like that.”
Dr. Winnie said, in a snarky tone, before snapping her fingers.
“Yes
Doctor, I was complimenting you. I...”
“Yes?”
“I've
read your book. It's very good.” Anna added.
“Oh,
well thank you.” Dr. Winnie said immodestly.
Her
attitude had been snippy from the beginning, injured Dr. Winnie
mourning the loss of not only her lower body, her injury also
interrupting her state of the art research. She had planned on giving
Nurse Anna a difficult time for longer, but liked Anna's improv and
the turn, and for the rest of the scene that morning, Dr. Winnie
thawed her attitude – at least a little.
But
the next day, Dr. Winnie was awful to Nurse Anna again. “What a
bitch,” Anna thought later, “so convincing for such a sweet
girl.” Anna said to herself, later that night after the long day of
being cursed at by in character Dr. Winnie.
“Time
for a bath sweetie.” Nurse Anna said, on that morning.
“Ugh,
you again, you're too perky, can I get another nurse?” Dr. Winnie
asked.
“Sorry,
you get me again this morning.”
“Well,
fuck me then.”
“Language
please.” Nurse Anna said. Winnie had to hide a smile. She didn't
like to curse in real life, but thought it appropriate for the scene.
“Fuck
you, you perky cunt.” Dr. Winnie retorted, scowling, having never
said the c-word ever before out loud to anyone, even as part of a
play, or in jest.
“Now,
I haven't heard that one before. Nice one, but I would appreciate you
not cuss.” Nurse Anna said, adding a slight drawl, the scene a work
in progress.
“Cuss?
What are you, some hillbilly? Well, whatever, so what today, clean my
asshole? Oh, excuse me, my bottom.”
“Better,
and no, but I will be giving you a suppository.” Winnie knew this,
but the bitter Dr. Winnie didn't. Winnie was looking forward to it
and the results, Dr. Winnie would not.
Nurse
Anna then took off Dr. Winnie's diaper, not soiled, and inserted the
suppository. She then checked her cath bag, but it was only a third
full. “Everything looks fine Winnie.”
“Doctor.”
“Excuse
me, Doctor, everything looks okay for now.”
“Okay?
Really? So, I can just get up out of this bed and walk out?”
“Everything
else Doctor, I apologize.”
“Just
go away.” Dr. Winnie ordered.
“Fine,
see you later... Doctor.”
“Bitch.”
Dr. Winnie said, so that Nurse Anna could hear, Anna's back turned;
Anna smiling.
That
afternoon, Nurse Anna returned then unfastened Dr. Winnie's diaper,
revealing a stinky mess. “So I shit myself? Oh joy, this is my life
now.” Dr. Winnie said, in a monotone voice.
“Yes,
it is, and the sooner you accept this, the sooner you will get on the
road to recovery and out of here.” Nurse Anna said, playing the
optimist, but not as perky.
“Recovery?
There is no recovery. This is me forever you stupid woman.”
“By
recovery, I mean independence.' Nurse Ana continued, ignoring the
insult, though Anna liking it. “You may not think this now, I mean
it's so early in your recovery, so you should be angry, but you will
get stronger and out of here”
“Well,
don't expect me to jump for joy when I get out of this bed or wheel
around a bit. Oh wait, I CAN'T JUMP!” Anna had to fight hard not to
chuckle at Winnie's melodramatic performance.
But
out of character, Winnie was a sweetheart. Two weeks later, and Anna
still very much her and the clinic's nurse, both laughed at those
early days, at how good Dr. Winnie was at being a huge cunt, Anna's
word, and at how good Anna was as a great obnoxious optimist bitch.
“Though I'm glad you changed the perkiness to a matter of fact
manner.” Winnie complimented.
And
just over a few weeks in, Dr. Winnie finally made her move, the scene
months ahead in Dr. Winnie's recovery, and Nurse Anna ditching the
frumpy modern scrubs for her modified vintage uniform.
Winnie
couldn't make herself cry literally, but played the crying patient,
appreciative of Nurse Anna's care, apologizing for her early
behavior, Nurse Anna understanding of course, and taking Dr. Winnie
into her arms and ample bosom. Dr. Winnie then lifted her head up and
looked into Nurse Anna's clear blue eyes. Nurse Anna understood, and
met Dr. Winnie halfway, their lips soon touching passionately.
“We
can finally be together.” Dr. Winnie said, again melodramatically.
“Yes,
forever.” Nurse Anna said back, equaling Winnie's melodrama.
Nurse
Anna then stood up, off the bed, and undressed for Winnie, who
watched in amazement as Anna revealed more and more of her unique and
amazing body, and Nurse Anna rejoined Dr. Winnie on the bed as
quickly as possible, once fully nude. Nurse Anna then helped Dr.
Winnie undress, and was soon kissing her again, moving down Winnie's
body, kissing her comparatively much smaller, though perky B's, her
unfeeling belly button to her unfeeling sex after removing the fresh
diaper, she just moments earlier, applied.
But
Dr. Winnie loved that she couldn't feel Nurse Anna's lips and tongue,
and begged for more, Nurse Anna's fingers soon inside her, the
pleasure starting as Nurse Anna kept fingering Dr. Winnie, moving up
her body as she did so, both kissing again, the statuesque Anna
easily using her fingers, and expertly, as Winnie finally had her
lips on Anna's nipples. Winnie suckled as Anna fingered, multiple
orgasms coming soon after.
“Oh
god, you're the first to make me...” Winnie said, no longer in
character for some time, back to herself.
“Really?”
Anna asked, not sure if Winnie meant ever, or since her 'accident'.
“Yes,
I mean, since my procedure.”
“Oh,
could you come easily before.?”
“Yeah,
both ways.” Winnie answered, smiling, her head back in Anna's bosom
“Good
to know.”
“Now,
it's your turn.” Winnie suddenly said, looking up at Anna, her neck
crooked.
“No,
not today, this was your day.”
“My
favorite day.” Winnie smiled, her head back down.
All
this, Wes inevitably hearing some of the details, made him a bit
jealous. Wes wanted to be the nurse, hiring Anna out of loyalty and
love for Winnie. But he dreamed of playing the scenarios they played,
of Winnie insulting his manhood, as a male nurse, as she bitterly
dealt with being a new para. He dreamed of a scenario, with Winnie's
permission, of taking advantage, playing the pervert nurse, fingering
her unfeeling pussy as she slept, unable to feel this violation. And
soon, Winnie would let him fuck Dr. Winnie as she played unconscious.
He even had a dream of her agreeing to take a sedative to make her
unconscious, Winnie letting him do what he pleased to the unconscious
Dr. Winnie.
But
instead, he focused on his work, and especially on the next client.