Jake stirred groggily, his eyes fluttering open to an oppressive darkness, the night light’s glow barely showing the room’s edges. His body burned, fever clinging at 102.7°F, his skin clammy beneath sweat-soaked sheets and gown.

Confusion gripped him, his mind a fog of feverish delirium. He tried to speak, but a rubber bite block was wedged in his mouth, muffling his words to a garbled moan, “Mmph…mmmwww…?” He pulled at the soft leather cuffs binding his wrists, ankles, and a chest restraints pinning him to the bed, their grip unyielding. The catheter tugged at penis, a dull ache. He groggily saw an old baby monitor, its plastic cracked, sitting on a small side table, its green power light glowing.

Panic flickered, his moans getting louder, his body straining, the monitor’s beep quickening.

The baby monitor crackled, static bursting, Jake’s muffled moans echoing. In the kitchen, Vivian, sipping black coffee, her green scrub dress rumpled from a sleepless night, she froze, the mug halfway to her lips.

“He’s awake,” she murmured, setting it down quickly, her emerald eyes brightening despite the fatigue etched in her face. Her white clogs tapped the hardwood as she hurried to the patient room, a stethoscope draped around her neck, bouncing against her large 38DD breasts.

Jake’s mind churned, fragments of memory floating in the fevered haze. He remembered he was sick terribly sick his body wracked with chills and heat. He came home from work early, and his next door neighbor, Vivian, had insisted he come to her house, to her patient room she’d built, a testament to her nursing days when she taught students. He recalled her soothing voice, her insistence he needed care, and his fever spiking, making him thrash and fight, delirious, until she restrained him for safety.

Then, vivid images surged Vivian’s latex gloved hands guiding his hand to her vagina, and her aroused and wet lips, her breathy moans as she pleasured herself, her 38DD breasts swaying, her grey braid loose. The memories were real, and his cock stiffened, straining against the catheter, the monitor’s beep…beep…beep accelerating.

The door opened, and Vivian came in turning on the overhead lights to a low setting, their soft hum allowing Jake’s eyes to adjust, casting gentle shadows across the room. She stepped in, her green scrub dress hugging her curvy, plus-size frame, grey braid swaying, her 38DD breasts straining the fabric. Black pantyhose shimmered above her white clogs, and her emerald eyes, tired yet animated, assessed Jake critically, sweeping over his damp gown and restrained limbs.

She carried a tray with a digital ear thermometer and a tall plastic cup of water with a straw, setting it on the small side table, the stethoscope glinting under the low light.

Jake moaned, trying to speak through the bite block, his confusion evident, “Mmph… Vvvvvviannnn…?” His eyes darted, fever amplifying his disorientation.

“Shh, just a moment, Jake, my dear,” Vivian soothed, her voice honeyed, calming. She snapped on yellow surgical gloves with a sharp snap, the latex scent wafting, and leaned over, her breasts brushing the cot side as she gently pulled out the bite block out, its rubber glistening with saliva.

Jake coughed, his throat dry, and Vivian cranked a handle at the bed’s side, the mechanical whir raising the head slightly, easing his breathing. “There, darling, better?” she asked, her tone maternal.

Jake nodded, coughing again, voice raspy. “Yeah… thanks…”

Vivian smiled, her eyes softening, but her assessment remained critical. “Can you remember what happened yesterday, darling?” she asked quietly, picking up the stethoscope, inserting its earpieces. She pulled back the damp covers, exposing Jake’s chest, the old fashioned sticky white, adhesive, wired to the monitor measuring his heart rate. She pressed the stethoscope’s cold bell to his chest, listening intently, her gloved fingers adjusting the sticky pads, ensuring contact.

“Breathe deeply for me, darling,” she instructed, her braid swaying, noting his heart’s steady rhythm, the monitor’s beep confirming.

Jake swallowed, voice dry. “Yeah… I was sick, you brought me here…to your patient room. You took care of me, restrained me when I was fighting.” He paused, cheeks flushing. “And… you let me touch your….your vagina, it was exciting and you were touching yourself, moaning. It was real, right?”

Vivian’s cheeks flushed, but relief softened her features. “Yes, darling, it was real. I’m so glad you remember, and that you…enjoyed it.” She went and brightened the overhead lights fully, their hum intensifying, and snapped on fresh yellow gloves, the snap sharp, then tied on a clear plastic apron, its crinkle loud, accentuating her curves. “Sorry, darling but I need to check your catheter’s still ok and there is no sign of infection.”

She lifted the gown, her gloved fingers probing the tape, grazing his hardened penis, coaxing a soft moan. “Still secure, and no signs of infection perfect.”

She retrieved the ear thermometer, its beep sharp, pressing it to Jake’s ear. “102.5°F,” she announced, showing him the display. “Slowly going down, darling. Your bodies fighting it which is good.” She offered the cup, guiding the straw to his lips, her touch charged. “Sip slowly, your throat’s dry.”

Jake drank greedily, the cool water easing the burn in his throat, his eyes locked on hers. “I enjoyed it, Vivian. Your latex gloves, the exams, touching you… I want more when I’m better.” His cock twitched, and Vivian’s eyes flicked to the bulge, a smile curving her lips.

“You had a rough night, darling, thrashing from the fever,” she said, setting the cup down. “But you’re doing better. I’m so happy I can care for you like this it’s meant so much to me.” Her voice cracked, loneliness seeping through, her joy palpable.

Jake smiled weakly, fever clouding his mind. “You’re amazing, Vivian. I feel…safe with you.”

Her heart swelled, a possessiveness growing still tempered by affection. “That means everything, darling,” she whispered, embarrassed yet thrilled he recalled their intimacy.

Jake shifted, restrains clinking, voice sounding nervous. “You mentioned a doctor friend…named Celeste? Who is she? Is she coming today? What’s she gonna do? I’m tied down, and…” He tugged at the restraints, anxiety rising. “Will she… touch me like you do?”

Vivian’s hand rested on his arm, soothing. “Celeste is a dear friend, darling, a retired surgical doctor. She’s kind, brilliant, and she’ll help me care for you, make sure we’re doing everything right. She’s coming today to check you, maybe run some tests. You’ll like her she’s gentle, like me, and we both just want you to get better.”

Her tone was reassuring, her emerald eyes steady. “Touching you like I do? Only if it helps you feel good, and with my approval. We share a passion for caring deeply for our patients, and we’ll both make you feel loved. Trust me.”

Jake swallowed, looking wary. “Tests? Needles or… worse? I’m trying to not freaked out, Vivian. Maybe it’s just the fever but please tell me what’s happening.”

“Shhhh of course, darling,” she said, squeezing his hand, the latex glove squeaking. “Simple tests like blood, urine, maybe more to understand why your fever is so high. I’ll be with you, and Celeste will explain everything as she does it. You’re safe.”

Her heart swelled at his reliance on her, with each passing moment the loneliness she had felt for years was fading.

Jake nodded, tension easing. “Okay… I…I trust you. But you promise to stay with me the whole time.”

“Always, darling,” she said, moving to a cabinet, hinges creaking, pulling out a heavy-duty surgical gown, tie-back mask, and elbow-length latex gloves, stacking them on on a cart. “To keep you fresh and prevent infection, I’m changing the sheets and giving you a sponge bath, darling, and shaving around the catheter hair’s messy, risky for bacteria.” Her voice was clinical yet aroused.

She went to a sink in the corner and returned with a basin of steaming, soapy water, soft cloths, shaving cream, a safety razor, depilatory cream, a fluffy towel, baby wipes, and a take of fresh set of sheets with a fresh patient gown.

She donned the gown, its crinkle loud, tying it tightly, accentuating her 38DD breasts, and pulled on the mask, snug around her braid. She snapped on the elbow-length latex gloves (snap), their thickness gleaming, and lowered the bed’s front and side rails with a clank.

Unwrapping a large rubber sheet, its sterile scent sharp, she coaxed Jake, “Lift slightly, darling, so I can slide this under it’ll keep things sterile as the sheets are soaked in sweat.”

Jake shifted, moaning softly with the effort, as she tucked the sheet beneath him, its rubber crinkling loud, internally thinking Celeste might stay over, she thought, we could trade shifts, hopefully as I need some rest soon.

Vivian retrieved a syringe from the fridge, filling it with midazolam, and placing it within reach on the cart. “I’m undoing your restraints, darling, but if you try to get up or act violent, I’ll be forced sedate you so don’t fight me ok,” she explained, her tone firm yet kind. “Lay back, let your nurse care for you.”

Jake’s voice, slightly dry, rasped, “I understand, Nurse. I’ll stay still, promise.” His eyes were earnest, feverish delirium amplifying compliance.

Vivian smiled softly, praising, “such a good obedient patient my darling,” and pulled back the covers, undoing the sweat-soaked gown and restraints, tossing the gown into a bin for cleaning and sterilization.

Jake lay naked, his body glistening, catheter taped to his thigh, erection evident, the monitor’s beep steady.

She dipped a cloth into the soapy water, steam curling, and washed Jake tenderly, her gloved hands gliding over his chest, circling his nipples, coaxing a shiver, the latex squeaking. “So warm, darling,” she murmured, washing his arms, lifting each to clean the creases, then his stomach, tracing his abs, her touch loving. She asked, “Lift slightly, darling,” and Jake complied, allowing her to clean between his buttocks, her cloth gentle, teasing his anus, eliciting a moan. “Spread your legs, my love,” she cooed, and Jake obeyed, her cloth washing his inner thighs, circling the catheter, cleaning his pretty penis, its uncircumcised head glistening. “Such a beautiful cock,” she praised, her gown crinkling, her touch lingering, as pre-cum beading from around the catheter’s tip.

Vivian retrieved a warm towel from a small unit near the back, its heat radiating, and draped it over Jake, covering his chest and groin. He sighed contentedly, “That feels… so nice…” his eyes half-closing, the monitor’s beep slowing. She smiled, “Good, darling that should keep you comfy. Now, I need to shave you to keep you tidy, so we don’t get any infections.”

She applied shaving cream to his pubic area, her gloved fingers massaging sensually, spreading the foam over his thick, dark blonde pubic hair, her touch lingering around the base of his penis, the catheter’s rubber tubing slick under her latex-clad fingers.

“Oh, my so bushy, like my vagina, Jake,” she teased, her voice sultry, her emerald eyes twinkling, “we’ll both need to be smooth, sterile, so we can both be sexy.” Jake moaned, his cock twitching, as pre-cum seeped from around the catheter, the monitor’s beep quickening.

Vivian giggled, her 38DD breasts shifting under her gown, and picked up the safety razor, its blade glinting. “Stay still, darling,” she cooed, her gloved hand steadying his shaft, grazing it gently, the latex squeaking as she teased the sensitive skin, coaxing more pre-cum to drip, glistening as it seamed down his cock.

She shaved with slow, deliberate strokes, the scrape soft, removing the coarse hair around his penis and scrotum, her fingers brushing the catheter’s tape, ensuring precision. “So pretty when you’re hard, Jake,” she murmured, “uncircumcised, smooth, perfect for your nurse.” Her touch was intimate, her gloved fingers lingering, circling his shaft, teasing the head, his moans getting louder, “Vivian… ohh…”

She set the razor aside, her gown crinkling, and reached for the depilatory cream, holding up the tube, its label crisp. “This cream, darling, removes the finer hairs the razor misses, especially around your anus it’s gentler than shaving there, keeps you sterile, prevents irritation for our tests.”

She snapped on an extra thick latex glove over her elbow-length pair, the snap sharp, its milky sheen thicker, protecting her hand from the cream’s chemicals. “It might sting a little, my love, but I’ll make it nice,” she promised, her voice husky.

She squeezed a dollop of the cream onto her gloved fingers, its scent sharp, and spread Jake’s legs wider, her touch gentle but firm. She applied it sensually to his anus, and lower areas rubbing slowly, her thick latex gloved fingers circling the sensitive skin, teasing the puckered ring, her strokes deliberate, arousing.

Jake gasped, the cream’s sting biting, and Vivian distracted him, her voice sultry, “Remember that prostate exam, darling? How my fingers massaged you, how you moaned for me, your cock so hard?” Her other gloved hand teased his perineum, grazing the base of his scrotum, the latex squeaking, keeping him aroused, to shift him from discomfort to pleasure, “Ohh… Vivian… yes…”

The cream worked over several minutes, dissolving the fine fairs, and she used warm water and baby wipes to clean, her touch lingering, teasing his anus and perineum, ensuring everything was silky smooth.

She smoothed moisturizing cream over his cock, balls, and ass, pumping his shaft slowly, the latex squeaking, building arousal, his moans louder, “Please… Vivian…” She stopped short of orgasm, his distressed moan echoing, “No… please…” She shushed him, “Your nurse knows best, darling,” the monitor’s beep…beep…beep spiking.

Vivian helped Jake into a fresh gown, its cotton crisp. “Now Jake I’m going to change the bedding as it’s soaked in sweat. Normally if this was a hospital I would transfer you to a gurney to change the bedding. However I can’t risk you moving out of bed do your fever and weak conditions”

“What I’m going to do is have you shift as I pull the bedding off, and than will be make the bed around you.” I need to you just lay still ok and please don’t try anything or I will need to sedate you ok.”

Over the next 20 minutes Vivian carful undid the sweat soak bedding with Jake shifting so she could remove it and than had him shift around as she put the fresh crisp linens smelling of sterile disinfectant onto the bed.

Once the new bedding was in place she began to re-restrained him with the cuffs and chest strap, despite his question, “Do you have to, Vivian?” She insisted, “Yes, darling, you’re still delirious at times, and until Celeste examines you and your fever drops, your nurse knows best.” She added a fresh top sheet and blanket, whispering, “I need a quick shower, darling, but I’ll be right back.” She left, her heart racing with joy at Jake’s obedience, to be her patient, his sexual desire for her, healing her solitude.

Vivian returned a short while later refreshed, her skin glowing from the shower, but her hair remained frizzy, unkempt in a loose ponytail, strands escaping, giving it a slightly disheveled look since she had not washed her hair.

She now wore a pink maternity ward nurse’s dress, its soft cotton fabric a delicate pastel shade, tailored to hug her curvy, plus-size frame, accentuating her 38DD breasts, which strained against the bodice.

The dress featured a concealed zipper along the bodice’s side seam, its delicate metal pull hidden under a fabric flap for seamless access, and a built-in nursing bra with reinforced snap closures, designed for quick breastfeeding. A starched white collar framed her neck, with buttoned cuffs at the wrists.

The knee-length skirt had a subtle slit at the back, allowing mobility, and the dress rustled softly, its fabric whispering against her sheer white pantyhose, which shimmered under the light.

Her white clogs were silent on the tiles. A sedative-laced raspberry smoothie, spiked with midazolam, sat on a surgical tray she carried, glinting under the pot lights, now dimmed to a soft glow. She lowered the cot side with a clank, sitting on a rolling stool, adjusting the bed’s height with a whir. Her emerald eyes glowed, nervous as she spoke, “Did you enjoy everything I did to you yesterday, darling?

The prostate massage, touching my pussy, all my medical care? Do you truly find such an old woman as me attractive?”

Jake, fever slightly elevated again at 102.6°F, blushed deeply, his cheeks red under the low light. “Vivian… I’ve never cum like you made me, that prostate massage was… incredible, feeling your gloved hands on me, and touching your vagina, so arousing and sexy it dives me wild.”

He paused, voice quieter yet earnest, eyes locked on hers. “I honestly also find all the medical stuff very arousing, the latex gloves, the exams, your nurses uniform, surgical gown and the way you care for me with such passion and care.”

He paused and looked down “I never expected to be attracted to you, but you’re a beautiful, mature woman, Vivian, your curves, your confidence… I trust you completely, I want to experience more with you.” He lowered his voice, blushing harder, whispering, “I… I want to have sex with you, when I’m better, feel you completely.” His cock stirred under the covers, the bulge evident, the monitor’s beep quickening.

Vivian’s heart soared, her emerald eyes watering, tears glistening at the concerns as she smiled, overwhelmed by his words, her loneliness dissolving. “Oh, my darling,” she whispered, her voice trembling with joy, “that means more than you know, hearing you find me beautiful, wanting me like that in such a raw sexual way.”

She leaned closer, her hand resting on his cheek, her 38DD breasts shifting under the dress, her tone sultry yet tender. “Soon, my love, I’d enjoy sharing such an intimate moment with you, feeling you inside me, our bodies close, exploring every pleasure together.”

“I promise, I can teach you things, make you feel ecstasy you’ve never imagined, but you have to get better first. Since you trust me, just let your darling nurse Vivian take care for you, nurture you, make you strong for those moments we’ll share.” Her eyes sparkled, possessive love mingling with arousal, her pantyhose shimmering as she shifted, her devotion and obsession with Jake deepening.

Jake’s eyes softened, a shy grin spreading, his flushed face deepening. “Okay, Vivian, I trust you as my…” he paused, voice dropping to a whisper, “my sexy mature nurse.” His cock twitched again, the covers shifting, his trust and desire raw, his fever and slight delirium amplifying his vulnerability.

Vivian’s heart swelled, a tear slipping down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. “My perfect darling,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, her possessiveness emotion solidifying into devotion. “Just rest now, let me nurture you.” She brushed his forehead, her tone shifting to clinical warmth, “Do you trust me, darling, to keep caring for you, to make you feel good?”

“Yes, nurse,” Jake murmured, eyes sincere, fever amplifying his reliance on her.

Vivian’s fingers brushed the dress’s concealed zipper, her voice soft, reverent, her eyes glowing with happiness. “This dress, darling, it’s special a maternity ward nurse’s uniform. I worn this when I cared for newborns. It’s crafted from soft, breathable cotton, dyed a gentle soothing pink, designed to open quickly and easily.

She traced the zipper, so cleverly tucked under the bodice’s seam, her fingers trembling. “It has a built-in nursing bra, with snap closures for access, so a nurse can let a baby, or a patient suckle at her breast instantly without removing her apron or uniform.”

Her voice grew sensual, “It’s about care, bonding and connection, giving yourself to someone who needs you, like I’m giving myself to you.”She unzipped slowly, the zip soft, revealing the nursing bra, its white fabric taut over her 38DD breast, the outline of her nipple visible. “See the snaps?” She unsnapped one side, the click sharp, and pulled out her breast, its weight heavy, skin creamy, the nipple rock-hard, glistening with a faint sheen, faintly sweet-scented. “It’s for breastfeeding, to comfort, to bond a nurse’s gift to her patient.”

She paused, cheeks pink, voice barely a whisper. “Would you… enjoy sucking on my breast, darling? On my nipple? Trying it, like a patient needing comfort?” Her eyes searched his, longing and fear mingling, raw and vulnerability raw.

Jake flushed face lit up with happiness and longing, his feverish eyes wide, his dry throat rasping as he whispered, “Yesss, Vivian, I would love to suck on your nipple, please.” His voice was raw, desperate, his desire palpable, the monitor’s beep quickening.

Her heart leapt, a joyful, embarrassed smile spreading, her loneliness dissolving. “Oh, darling,” she whispered, overjoyed, leaning forward, shifting to lie slightly on the bed’s edge, her maternity gown rustling.

She gently pulled Jake’s face to her chest, guiding his mouth to her exposed nipple, its hardness pressing against his lips. “Suck, my love,” she cooed, her voice trembling with arousal.

Jake latched on with a slurp, his sucking slow, passionate, his tongue circling the nipple, drawing it deep, the rhythm steady (suck-suck), his moans vibrating against her skin. Vivian moaned happily, her voice husky, “Oh, darling, you’re so gentle, so nice… you suck my nipple so perfectly.” Her 38DD breast shifted, heavy against his cheek, her pantyhose shimmering as she adjusted, her arousal evident in her flushed cheeks and quickening breath.

She smiled down, emerald eyes glowing, and reached for a pair of yellow latex gloves from the tray, holding them up. “Would you enjoy me playing with your cock, darling, giving you a sensual latex-gloved handjob while you suck?” Her voice was sultry, teasing, her fingers flexing the gloves.

Jake moaned into her nipple, not letting go, “Mmm… yes…” his voice muffled, desperate.

Vivian laughed softly, her joy bubbling, and snapped on the gloves with a sharp snap, the latex scent wafting, their yellow sheen gleaming under the dim light.

She pulled back the covers and gown, exposing Jake’s rock-hard penis, pre-cum dripping from the tip, trickling around the rubber tubing of the catheter, pooling on his thigh, glistening like dew in the soft glow. “Such a good patient,” she cooed, her gloved hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking softly, the latex squeaking as she glided up and down, her touch firm yet teasing, coaxing more pre-cum to seep around the catheter’s edge, slick and warm. “So hard for your nurse, leaking so beautifully,” she murmured, her moans mingling with his, her nipple tingling under his passionate sucking.

For several minutes, they were locked in bliss together Jake’s lips and tongue working o. her nipple, sucking deeply, his moans vibrating, Vivian’s gloved hand stroking his leaking penis, her rhythm slow, deliberate, her 38DD breast pressed to his face, her pantyhose legs brushing the bed. The monitor’s beep…beep…beep quickened, their mutual pleasure filling the room, latex and antiseptic scents thick.

After a few minutes Vivian gently disengaged his mouth, her nipple wet, glistening, and Jake moaned in sadness, “No… please…” his eyes pleading. She shushed him, voice soothing, “Shh, darling, you can have my nipple back, but you need to drink this smoothie it’ll give you energy, help you rest.” She held the glass, straw poised, her other gloved hand still stroking his penis, slower now, keeping him aroused so he would ask no questions “Drink, my love.”

Jake greedily drank the raspberry flavor masking the midazolam, his eyes locked on her nipple, his cock pulsing under her touch. “That’s my lovingly Patient,” Vivian cooed, “so eager, so strong.” She chuckled, wiping his mouth with a cloth as he finished, her gloved fingers lingering, “Good boy here you go.” She offered her glistening, rock hard nipple again, and Jake latched on happily, sucking with renewed passion (suck-suck), his moans louder, his restrained hand straining, fingers reaching toward her skirt, brushing her pantyhose covered upper thigh.

Vivian laughed, delighted, her voice warm and happy, “Oh, darling, you’re so eager, even sick. I’m so happy you find me so attractive and want to do touch me there.” She gently pushed his hand down, tightening the cuff with one gloved hand, “But not yet, my love, but soon.” Her emerald eyes sparkled, her arousal evident as Jake’s sucking slowed, the midazolam hitting, his eyes fluttering, his lips loosening on her nipple.

She gave his penis a final, teasing stroke, pre-cum slick on her yellow latex glove, and cooed, “Keep sucking, darling, you’re so perfect.” Her voice was sweet, encouraging, as his sucking became more languid, and sleepy.

Jake’s lips finally slipped from her nipple, wet and glistening, and he mumbled, “That was… wonderful… thank you, nurse Vivian…” his voice fading, eyes closing. Vivian smiled, her heart swelling with love, and kissed his lips, her lips lingering. She snapped off the gloves and gently laid his head back on the pillow, tucking the gown and blankets over him, her hands careful. “Sleep, my darling,” she whispered, her joy overwhelming, her determination to keep Jake solidifying.

She truly needed to share these feelings with Celeste, to ensure they could care for him together.

Vivian quietly moved to the fridge, retrieving two cooling packs, their gel cold against her bare hands. She placed them gently in Jake’s armpits and groin, adjusting the blankets to secure them, her touch careful not to wake him.

She rechecked his temperature with the ear thermometer, noting 102.5°F, and whispered, “Rest, my love, we’re getting there.” She turned off the overhead lights, the room bathed again in the gentle amber glow of the night light, the beep…beep…beep soft as she prepared to leave.

Checking her phone, Vivian saw Celeste would arrive in an hour. “Perfect,” she murmured, a sultry smile spreading. She had time to shower and wash her hair, her mind raced with plans she’d trim and shave her vagina, ensuring it was smooth, ready for Jake’s future touch, and indulge in a little masturbation, her arousal still simmering from his nipple sucking and her stroking. She closed the door with a creak, her heart full, her body tingling with anticipation for Jake’s reaction to her soon to be shaved vagina, and Celeste’s arrival.

45 minutes later Vivian, in a fresh green scrub dress, greeted Celeste at the door, her three suitcases clattering. Celeste, who was in her early 60s, was a striking curvy woman, slightly taller than Vivian, with large 36DD breasts straining her white scrub dress, short brunette hair streaked with grey framing sharp blue eyes. Sheer stockings and black flats completed her look, her look clinical yet sensual.

They hugged tightly, lips brushing cheeks, their shared passion for medicine and their secret love of medical play electric, their embrace lingering, a silent acknowledgment of their mutual loneliness.

In the dining room, over a spread of chamomile tea and cucumber sandwiches on a sturdy wooden table bathed in soft light, Vivian’s voice cracked as she set down her cup, her emerald eyes glistening. “Celeste, I can’t explain it but caring for Jake… it’s meant everything to me.”

“He finds me attractive, says he’s never experienced the things I have done. He loved the prostate massage, touching my pussy, even enjoy suckling at my breast.”

She blushed, “he wants me….me, Celeste an old woman with wrinkles and grey hair.” Her 38DD breasts rose with a shaky breath. “I need to confess something to you….more and more want to keep him, to have him stay with me, to care for him always. It’s like having my husband back, those nights we played patient and nurse, the intimacy, joy and trust of it.” She paused, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“But I feel so out of my depth…..look I even use had to this old baby monitor to keep tabs on him,” she laughed softly, gesturing to the cracked device on the counter, “from when I trained student nurses in maternity ward. It’s so outdated, I need high-tech equipment to keep up with him.”

Celeste laughed warmly. “Viv, you’re doing amazing ok look at how you’ve cared for him, brought him comfort, sparked that hidden desire he must have. That monitor’s charming, but I can help. I’ll source high tech monitoring equipment, heart rate, blood pressure, and a finger pulse oximeter for oxygenation, all wireless, so we can track him perfectly remotely if needed.”

Celeste reached across the table, her hand squeezing Vivian’s, her 36D breasts shifting under her dress, her blue eyes soft with understanding. “Oh, Viv, I know that pain, losing our husbands, losing those games, the intimacy of medical play. I miss it so much, the way my husband would let me examine him, the trust, the thrill.” Her voice trembled, vulnerability surfacing, her cheeks flushing as she looked down at the table, her fingers tracing the wood grain.

“When you called, I was so beyond overjoyed, my heart raced I haven’t had a chance to care for someone like this since my husband. I’m so excited to help with Jake, to share this with you, to feel that purpose again.” She paused, blushing, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Maybe… maybe he could find my old body attractive too, even just a little, like he does yours.”

Vivian’s heart swelled, her tears mirrored by Celeste’s misty eyes. “Celeste, you’re beautiful, you’re so passionate, and with those sexy curves Jake love you, I know it.

Would you… enjoy spending the night? We could share my king-size bed, take shifts with Jake. Caring for him alone has been hard, and I’d love your company, your help.” Her voice was warm, inviting, her loneliness easing even more with the offer.

Celeste’s face lit up, her blue eyes sparkling, a joyful smile spreading. “Yes, Viv, I’d love that, I will stay over, sharing the care, being together again like old times would be so nice.” Her voice cracked, gratitude and excitement mingling. “It’s been so long since I felt this alive, this needed. Thank you for letting me be part of this.”

Oh, Viv, I brought these they’ll help with Jake’s fever and delirium, keep him calm for the exams.” She smiled, her 36D breasts shifting, her blue eyes warm. She reached into her purse and set down a vial of acetaminophen and a small bottle of midazolam, their labels crisp.“

“Ohh Celeste thank you I’m so happy you’re here with me” They hugged tightly, Vivian’s 38DD breasts pressing against Celeste’s 36DD ones, their shared pain and hope binding them closer. “We’ll make it special for Jake, for us,” Vivian whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “He’s brought us both back to life.”

Celeste nodded, wiping a tear, her smile radiant. “He’s lucky to have us, and we’re lucky to have him.” They laughed softly, the weight of their loneliness lifting, their bond deepening as they sipped their tea, the sandwiches barely touched.

Celeste leaned forward, her tone shifting to clinical curiosity. “But first, tell me about his symptoms, Viv. What’s been happening with Jake I need the whole story from the beginning?”

Vivian nodded, her voice steadying as she recounted, “I found him nearly passed out on his doorstep, delirious, his skin burning. His fever hit 103°F that first night, so high I was terrified. It’s down to 102.5°F now, thank goodness, but he’s been weak, confused, thrashing in his sleep. I’ve got him on IV fluids to keep him hydrated, and I’ve been using midazolam to help him rest, calm his delirium. The catheter’s been a godsend for monitoring his output, but he’s still so sick, Celeste.” Her emerald eyes were earnest, her 38DD breasts rising with a worried breath.

Celeste’s blue eyes sharpened, her 36D breasts shifting as she leaned in. “You’ve done so much, Viv, truly. That’s excellent care with fluids, sedation, monitoring. To pinpoint this infection, I recommend a full series of tests: blood, urine, stool via anal speculum with sigmoidoscopy check, and a semen sample. It’ll tell us exactly what’s causing this fever, guide our treatment.”

She squeezed Vivian’s hand, her voice warm. “You’ve kept him stable, given him comfort and joy. We’ll figure this out together.”

Vivian smiled, relief softening her features. “Thank you, Celeste. I trust you, and I’m so glad you’re here.”

Celeste pulled out a large iPad, its screen glowing, and grinned, “For now, my darling nurse, let’s do some medical supply shopping. We’ll get everything we need to care for Jake, make him feel loved.” They leaned close, their heads nearly touching, as Celeste navigated a medical supply site, adding items with precision: a wireless vital monitoring system with real-time heart rate, blood pressure, and temperature tracking; three remote monitoring devices, a cuff blood pressure monitor, and a finger pulse oximeter for oxygenation); and a high-resolution medical camera designed to remotely monitor a patient in their bed, featuring adjustable zoom lenses, a real time video feed with night vision, and wireless connectivity for continuous observation, its sleek design ensuring detailed imaging and seamless integration with their monitoring system.

Each item appeared on the screen, their descriptions crisp, their purpose thrilling.

Vivian’s eyes lit up, her 38DD breasts shifting as she pointed at the camera’s description. “Oh, Celeste, this camera’s perfect it’ll let us watch Jake’s every move, even from another room, keep him safe and cared for.”

Celeste nodded, her 36DD breasts rising with a smile, “Exactly, Viv it real-time monitoring, crystal-clear imaging, day or night. We’ll see every detail, make sure he’s stable.” She tapped the screen, confirming the order, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

Vivian continued, her voice playful, a blush creeping up her cheeks, “And this will make you happy, Celeste Jake’s not circumcised, his cock is so pretty, uncircumcised and smooth.”

Celeste’s face lit up, her blue eyes sparkling, her 36D breasts rising with a delighted laugh. “Oh, Vivian, really? That’s… exciting. I circumcised my husband, you know, operated on him myself at home such a thrilling surgery, his trust, the precision of it.” She paused, her smile softening, “it will be painful at Jake’s age, and he’s too sick now. Don’t think he’d let us, do it at least not yet.”

Her eyes gleamed, “Still, let’s add circumcision supplies sterile scalpels, clamps, suture kits to my wish list, for when he’s stronger” she said add the items to her

Wish list.

Vivian nodded, her emerald eyes twinkling. “Yes, but I’m not sure he is strong enough for major surgeries. We’d need anesthesia for that, keep him comfortable.”

Celeste grinned, her voice conspiratorial, “I have a guy who can get us a brand-new anesthesia machine, no questions asked. It’ll let us do more complex tests, even procedures, safely. I’ll talk to me guy in the next few days.” She tapped the screen to show the machine, its sleek design promising precision.

“And these,” she pointed to the three remote monitoring devices and the medical camera, “we’ll rush-order these four items vital system, monitors, camera so they arrive by tonight. We’ll track him perfectly.”

Vivian agreed, her smile radiant, “Yes, perfect. I want to keep him, Celeste, but I think I’ll need to convince him more, show him more of the sexy stuff we can do. For that, he needs to get better first.”

Celeste chuckled, her 36D breasts bouncing slightly, “I agree, Viv, but his fever’s serious it’ll take a while. We won’t know more until the tests come back, and those take a few days. Let’s start with the samples, keep him comfortable, cared for. It gives us time to enjoy this.” Her voice was warm, teasing, their shared excitement palpable.

Vivian nodded, her 38DD breasts rising with a breath, “More time to make him ours.” She paused, glancing at the baby monitor, “The midazolam will be wearing off soon, Celeste. We should get ready.”

Celeste’s eyes sparkled, “Let’s start with the surgical PPE here, look at this.” She opened one of her suitcases, revealing a meticulously organized array of surgical gear: gowns in green, dark green, blue, and pink, their soft, crinkly fabric folded neatly, some with reinforced fronts for sterile procedures; gloves in latex and nitrile, standard and extended-cuff, sterile in sealed packets, their surfaces gleaming; masks in tie-back, ear-loop, and visor-equipped styles, their straps crisp; caps in skull caps and bouffant designs, including colored bouffant caps in pink and dark green, starched for shape; and disposable non-slip bouffant shoe covers, their elastic edges snug, textured soles for safety.

The suitcase smelled faintly of sterile plastic and latex, the items glinting under the dining room’s soft light, a testament to Celeste medical passion.

Vivian chose a pink surgical gown, its fabric softer than the others, designed for maternity procedures, its crinkle loud as she unfolded it, and a matching pink bouffant cap, its elastic edge crisp. “This one,” she said, smiling, her breastfeeding plan in mind, inspired by Jake’s nipple sucking.

Celeste’s eyes sparkled, “Surgical maternity special softer, sterile, and that pink cap’s perfect.” She picked a dark green gown, a tie-back mask, and a matching dark green bouffant cap, the fabric rich and commanding. “Makes me feel powerful,” she said, her voice sultry, her earlier vulnerability adding depth to her confidence.

They began gowning, their movements practiced, almost ritualistic, assisting each other with care. Vivian scrubbed her hands with antiseptic soap, the scent sharp, then tucked her grey braid under the pink bouffant cap, its elastic snapping snugly around her hairline, fully covering her hair, the soft pink fabric crinkling faintly.

Celeste slipped the dark green bouffant cap over her short brunette and grey hair, its elastic securing every strand, the rich green hue gleaming under the light, complementing her gown.

Vivian held out her arms as Celeste slipped the pink gown over her shoulders, its crinkle loud, tying the back strings tightly to accentuate Vivian’s 38DD breasts, the fabric hugging her curves.

Celeste then donned her dark green gown, Vivian tying the strings snugly, the crinkle echoing, highlighting Celeste’s 36DD breasts. They secured their masks Vivian’s visor-equipped, its clear shield glinting over her pink cap, Celeste’s tie-back, straps knotted firmly around her dark green cap.

Each helped the other slip on bouffant shoe covers, their elastic snapping over Vivian’s white clogs and Celeste’s black flats, the rustle soft, protecting their shoes from contamination.

They double-gloved, first snapping on white sterile surgical gloves, the snap sharp, their latex sheen tight, then adding sterile extended-cuff gloves pink for Vivian, green for Celeste matching their gowns and caps, the second snap louder, the cuffs extending past their wrists, gleaming under the light, the latex squeaking as they flexed their fingers.

They chatted softly, their voices warm, “This feels right, doesn’t it? Like we’re alive again,” Vivian said, her emerald eyes glowing through her visor, her pink cap crinkling faintly.

Celeste nodded, her blue eyes bright behind her mask, her dark green cap snug, “Like old times, but better because we now have Jake.” She giggled, her 36DD breasts shifting, “Oh, Vi, I brought the scopes for some slightly deep and possibly necessary tests, but you know how I enjoy sticking things inside a guy.” Her voice was teasing, her eyes twinkling.

They burst into giggles, their masked faces flushed, as Celeste opened a second suitcase, revealing a urethral scope and an anal scope, their sleek metal tips sterile, paired with a portable LED screen, its display crisp, ready for detailed imaging.

“These will make the tests precise, intimate,” Celeste said, her voice playful, lifting the scopes, their weight solid in her gloved hands.

Vivian’s heart raced, her 38DD breasts rising with a breath, her pink cap crinkling as she nodded, “He’ll feel so cared for in our hands, Celeste.” The baby monitor crackled, Jake’s groggy moans filtering through, and Vivian’s eyes widened, “He’s coming awake. Let’s go, Celeste ready to meet your new patient?”

Celeste nodded, her green gloved hand reaching for Vivian’s pink gloved one, their sterile fingers interlocking, their colored caps glinting under the light. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with gratitude, “and thank you for letting me share this with you, Vi.” They held hands, their bond electric, and moved toward the patient room, their gowns crinkling, their caps snug, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

Jake stirred slowly, his mind groggy, hazy, the midazolam’s effects fading. The overhead lights buzzed, brightening gradually, their harsh glow piercing the amber night light’s softness. He rolled his head sleepily, delirium clouding his thoughts, and opened his eyes, blinking hazily. His vision cleared, and he froze, heart racing, the monitor’s beep…beep…beep quickening.

Before him stood Vivian, resplendent in full surgical pink attire her gown crinkling, pink bouffant cap snug, visor-equipped mask glinting, pink extended cuff gloves gleaming, her 38DD breasts prominent, her emerald eyes warm through the shield.

Beside her, slightly taller, was a woman in a deep green surgical gown, dark green bouffant cap covering her hair, surgical tie mask snug, green extended cuff gloves shining, her still large 36DD breasts accentuated, blue eyes sharp yet kind.

Jake’s voice rasped, sweat beading on his brow, “What’s… happening?” He pulled at the restraints, cuffs clinking, his feverish body trembling, the catheter tugging.

Vivian stepped closer, her gown crinkling, her pink cap faintly rustling, her pink-gloved hand resting on his arm. “Shh, darling, everything is ok his is my dear friend we need to run some tests to figure out why you’re sick. You’re safe with us.” Her voice was soothing, her eyes steady through her visor.

Celeste moved forward, bending down, her green gown crinkling, her dark green cap snug, her 36D breasts shifting as she smiled behind her mask. “Hi, Jake, I’m Celeste, a doctor. I promise I’m going to help make you healthier, okay, cutie?” Her tone was warm, her blue eyes twinkling, her green-gloved hand hovering near his shoulder.

Jake swallowed, nervous, sweat dripping, “What… tests?” His voice shook, delirium amplifying his fear, the cuffs clinking as he tugged.

Vivian’s voice was calm, “Blood, urine, a stool sample via anal speculum, a semen sample, and a urethral scope to check your bladder, darling. Simple tests to help us understand your fever.”

Jake’s eyes widened, his body jerking, “No! A scope up my penis? No!” He thrashed, sweat pouring, cuffs clinking loudly, his delirium surging, the monitor’s beep spiking.

Vivian turned to Celeste, her pink-gloved hand gesturing, her cap crinkling faintly, “As you see, Celeste, he’s still rather agitated due to the fever at times.” She leaned over Jake, her gown crinkling, and stroked his forehead with her pink-gloved fingers, the latex squeaking. “Shh, it’s okay, darling, we’re here to take care of you.” Her voice was honeyed, calming.

She pulled Celeste aside, their gowns brushing, crinkling, their caps rustling softly, and whispered, her smile hidden behind her visor-equipped mask, “I’ll comfort him. Can you get a large dose of midazolam? He’s too delirious for the tests without it.”

Her eyes twinkled, “And he’s rather horny on the drugs, Celeste, so you’ll enjoy removing the catheter, fondling his penis, seeing it up close, maybe imagining it circumcised.”

Celeste chuckled softly, her green-gloved hand covering her masked mouth, her 36DD breasts bouncing, her dark green cap steady. “Oh, Viv, you know me too well,” she whispered, her blue eyes gleaming.

Jake’s feverish voice broke through, trembling, “What, Vivian? What are you laughing about? Please don’t hurt me!” His eyes darted, sweat soaking his gown, his body straining against the cuffs, the monitor’s beep frantic.

Vivian sat on the bed’s edge, her pink gown crinkling, her pink cap faintly rustling, her 38DD breasts brushing the cot side. She touched his face with her pink-gloved hand, the latex squeaking, her voice soothing, “Shh, Jake, you’re going to be okay, my darling. We’re here to care for you, not hurt you.” Her emerald eyes locked on his, her touch calming his tremors.

Jake’s breathing slowed, his delirium softening under her touch, and he whispered, “You’re so sexy, Vivian… can I suck your nipple again?” His voice was raw, his eyes pleading, his cock twitching under the covers.

Vivian shushed him gently, her gloved fingers brushing his lips, “Soon, darling, when you’re stronger.” She smiled behind her mask, her heart swelling at how eagerly he wanted her even now.

Meanwhile, Celeste quietly circled to the other side, her green gown crinkling, her dark green cap snug, her 36DD breasts shifting. She swiftly wiped Jake’s arm with an alcohol swab, the scent sharp, and injected a large dose of midazolam from a syringe, the needle glinting.

Jake yanked back, eyes wide, frantic, “Wait, what was that? Help, please!” His cuffs clinked, his body thrashing, the monitor’s beep spiking.

Vivian quickly pinched his nose, her pink-gloved fingers firm, her pink cap steady, and stuffed the rubber bite block into his mouth, its surface slick. She held his left hand, her grip gentle but secure, while Celeste held his right, their colored gloves gleaming, their gowns crinkling, their caps rustling softly as they leaned close. “It’s okay, darling,” Vivian cooed, her voice honeyed, “just relax.” Celeste echoed, “Shh, cutie, we’ve got you,” her tone warm, soothing.

The midazolam hit, Jake’s struggles slowing, his eyes growing hazy, his moans muffled through the bite block, “Mmph…” His body relaxed, sinking into the bed, the cuffs still, the monitor’s beep steadying.

Vivian gently removed the bite block, its rubber glistening, and set it aside. Jake slurred, his voice barely audible, “Green lady… looks sexy…” His eyes fluttered, half-closed, his breathing slow, hazy.

Vivian and Celeste smiled behind their masks, their gloved hands brushing his cheeks, pink and green latex squeaking against his skin, their colored caps glinting faintly. “You’ll feel so loved, Jake,” Vivian whispered, her emerald eyes glowing, “just enjoy the hazy, sleepy feeling while we do the tests my darling.”

Celeste added, her blue eyes twinkling, “And I promise to do some fun stuff, cutie.” Their voices were soft, possessive, their shared commitment to Jake palpable.

They sat on the bed, each touching his face, their gloved fingers gentle, their gowns crinkling softly, their pink and dark green caps snug. Jake lay hazy, his breathing slow, his eyes blindly staring, a faint smile on his lips. Vivian and Celeste looked at him with passion, a possessive love gleaming in their eyes, mirrored in each other, their bond with Jake deepening, their hearts full as they prepared to begin the tests, their sterile gloved hands ready, their devotion unwavering.

End: Chapter 2