Chapter 8: The Hospital Stay

My new body was healing rapidly. One of the first things I noticed was that the horniness of adolescence was even worse than I remembered. Maybe it was the virility my powers gave me or maybe it was just the presence of the lovely Sarah, I don't know. But as I healed, I was almost painfully aroused quite a bit of the time.

Surprisingly enough, there is no shortage of attractive women working in hospitals. Between doctors, nurses, aids, technicians and administrators I found a number of beauties to satisfy my needs.

It was a simple matter of the night staff believing that adolescent males needed sexual release to facilitate healing.

Marna was one of my favorites and it was with her I got the idea.

She was a 28-year-old blond honey. She was one of those petite packages. A tiny waist sat between a tight round ass and small B-cup tits. I really have no idea how long her hair is since whenever I see her it is always worn up off her neck. Her face has sharp attractive features. Small lips under a tiny pointed nose gave perfect accent to her slightly almond shaped blue eyes. At about 5' 2" she couldn't have weighed ninety pounds.

She came into my room the second night I was awake.

"How are we feeling tonight?" It was standard bedside chatter, said almost without thought a thousand times a day.

"Better I guess." I responded automatically. Her beauty had stunned me and my cock was already starting to swell. I knew I had to have her so I immediately made her believe that she needed to check my vitals, slowly and carefully. That would give me time to think of something.

She took my wrist and her soft warm hands and felt for a pulse - which must have been racing. I touched her thoughts and found that she did notice that it was pretty fast but she also figured out why since it wasn't the first time a male patient had a bit of an elevated pulse when she took it. She wasn't arrogant about it and in fact I found that she had entered nursing because she really did have a desire to help people.

She tried to find something to like in everyone she met. Of course with some she had to try harder than with others. But she was a big fan of humanity. She didn't mind that men found her attractive - she didn't try to flaunt it or take advantage of it, but she did enjoy it most of the time and if they liked looking at her, what was the damage?

She was also thinking that I wasn't so bad myself. This surprised me since the body I had seen prior to entering it didn't seem to be the attractive type. But I realized that my powers had been at work while I had slept. I looked through her eyes and realized in that month I had put on about 15 pounds and the acne was completely gone. The gauntness and the red splotches had hidden a rather good-looking young man.

Shouldn't have surprised me though. My mother and father were both attractive people and you met my sister in the last chapter. Had Danny not been killed he likely would have grown out of his awkwardness and developed into the sort of man nobody recognized at the ten-year class reunion. He was gone now, but the potential of his body would be fully recognized in just a few years.

While Marna was taking my vitals I hit upon the idea of having her believe that sexual release was important to the healing process. (She would only believe this while with me, and then only when we were alone) She believed that part of her job was to coax orgasms out of the young men under her charge. She finished up with my vitals and pulled the sheet away.

"So, now let's see how this is doing tonight." She said as she reached for my swollen cock. The fact that she did this matter-of-factly yet with her cheerful bedside manner was extremely erotic.

"My, we are in need of some release aren't we?" She remarked fondling my rock hard cock.

Danny was fairly well endowed, or she had very tiny hands, or both. Her fingers barely reached all the way around it. Her touch was electrifying and it jumped to an even firmer state.

"There, there," she cooed, "you just relax and let Marna fix you up." She stroked me gently with one hand and lightly caressed my chest and nipples with the other. Leaning over, kissed my beneath my ear and continued kissing down my chest until she got to my manhood.

She ran her tongue down the length stopping to suck in one of my balls. I felt a shiver run through my whole body. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Releasing my ball she licked back up to the head of my dick and took it into her mouth. The warm softness that engulfed my swollen member was almost too much. I felt her lips and tongue sliding up and down and my balls began to boil.

Then she started to gently knead my balls while her mouth worked its magic and that was it.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned but to my surprise she kept her mouth tightly clamped on my cock while jet after steaming jet of hot cum spurted out of my raging hard-on. She tried desperately to swallow it and did a pretty good job. She continued sucking, trying to clean me out completely. My cock stayed defiantly rock hard despite the incredible orgasm I just had and she couldn't help but notice.

"Well it must have been a while since you have been in a coma and all." She commented, gently stroking my penis. "I guess you will just need a second treatment tonight."

She released my organ and took a step back, slipping out of her uniform.

Her silky smooth skin had just a hint of olive color. Her tits were about a handful and she had no need of a bra - though she did wear one.

It never ceases to amaze me how, once I have instilled a belief, people will fill in the holes and even the history of that belief out of pure confabulation. (Though it does explain how a lot of religions and cults survive.) Her next statement was a perfect example of this.

Her dress on the floor, she took quick glance at the door while she shed the lingerie and moved back to my bed. She had a mischievous grin and said, "I don't usually do it this way, but you are awfully cute and after what you did for your sister, (apparently my sister had been regaling the hospital staff with the story of how heroically her big brother had come to her defense) I think you deserve something extra."

In nurse Marna's mind, not only had she filled in her history of helping adolescent patients achieve sexual release, she even knew how she accomplished this and 'remembered' that she normally didn't screw them She climbed onto the bed and straddled me. I reached up and cupped one tit and ran my other hand slowly up and down her side. Her skin was soft smooth and warm to my touch. As my fingertips brushed her slightly concealed rib cage she gave a small shiver of enjoyment.

She reached down and guided my burning cock into her boiling pussy. As she gradually engulfed my cock she locked her eyes on mine. Her pussy felt so good. It was hot and very tight but so well lubricated that I had no trouble sliding in. My current cock was a bit longer than my old one and she seemed to slide down it forever. When she bottomed out she gave it a quick squeeze and this forced a short gasp of pleasure from me. Tightening the grasp her pussy had on my cock she let out a long sigh, her eyes rolling up in her head.

I briefly touched her mind and found that she was greatly enjoying this. Her desire to help others, her attraction to me and her feelings that this was a reward for my 'heroism' combined within her mind to make this a totally giving experience which, to her, was very erotic. It didn't hurt that she had found little time lately for sex and that my cock was among the larger of those she had heretofore encountered. Plus, it could currently cut diamonds and was throbbing so hard inside her hot tight pussy that it almost hurt.