Chapter 3: New Nurse for Hire

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.