I was working on a hotel remodel in Atlanta when I was injured. A scaffold collapsed and I fell about forty feet to the ground. The paramedics were there within five minutes and rushed me to a nearby hospital. That's where I met an ER nurse who changed the course of my life.
I'm 33 years old, about 6'3" and 190 pounds. I've been doing construction work since I left high school. I've never been married and haven't had much success with women. All of my girlfriends seemed to lose interest once we progressed to the sexual stage. My four inch hard-on just didn't quite thrill them. I had accepted my fate, quit dating, and focused on working as much overtime as possible. In fact, at the time of my accident, I had been celibate for over ten months.
When they wheeled me into the Emergency Room, I was conscious but in a lot of pain. My left leg and arm were killing me, and every time I breathed I had a sharp pain on the side of my chest. It looked like three ER nurses and at least one ER doc were working on me. I noticed that all three nurses were female, black, and attractive. And probably in their early twenties. The doctor, who began issuing rapid-fire orders, was also female but older, maybe late forties. I looked at her name tag as she began to question me about any pain I felt. It said "E. Chu, M.D.", so I assumed she was Chinese.
The nurses started to remove my clothing. I prayed that they would at least leave my underwear on. I didn't want my tiny dick on public display. But that prayer wasn't answered. The tallest nurse began to cut away my jeans. Another nurse quickly removed my boots. I was soon wearing just my briefs.
"Honey, lift your backside up a bit so I can slip these off," said the third nurse. She was smiling sweetly at me. And she looked a lot like Hallie Barry. I hesitated for a moment, reluctant to have my shame revealed. "It's ok, baby," said the Hallie Barry look alike, "we see nude folks all day long." I noticed her name was sewn onto her ER greens. "Keisha Carter, R.N.", it said. I realized I had no choice, and lifted my butt up off the exam table.
Keisha slowly pulled down my undershorts. All three nurses seemed to be focused on my groin. As my shrunken genitals came into view there was a moment of absolute silence. Then came a few feminine giggles. This got the attention of Dr. Chu, who looked up from the chart she was writing on. She glanced at my tiny prick, and then looked at the three young nurses.
"All right, ladies," she said. "Let's act like professionals. Mr. Shea needs our help." The giggles stopped but all three nurses couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces. I was completely exposed with nowhere to hide. And with nothing to hide. The combination of fear and the cold ER temperature had caused maximum shrinkage. My penis was only a nub and my balls had gone into hiding.
"Denice, would you please get started on the catheter," said Dr. Chu, as she looked at the tall nurse. Denice grinned at me as she walked over to a supply cart. "Barbara, hurry up with that IV," said Dr. Chu as the nurse who had removed my boots began to work on my arm.
Keisha was standing next to me still staring at my tiny prick. She smiled and gently patted me on the hip. "Don't worry, honey, it's all right," she said.
Denice walked back to the exam table holding a new catheter. She glanced at Keisha and smiled. "Maybe you should do it," she said to Keisha. "You have more experience with this situation." I heard Barbara laugh softly at this comment.
"Why, I'd be glad to," said Keisha as she took the catheter from Denice. "Now stay perfectly still, Mr. Shea. I'm good at threading needles." Denice and Barbara both chuckled. Keisha grabbed my tiny penis with the long, slim fingers of her left hand. She had beautiful brown skin, which contrasted sharply with my pale white prick. With her right hand, she slowly inserted the catheter tube into the head of my dick. She was very gentle. "It won't hurt, baby," Keisha said to me. "Denice picked out a small one." And she was right, it didn't hurt much physically. But it sure hurt my ego.
Once the catheter had been installed, they began to work on my arm, leg and ribs. They left me completely uncovered for about ten minutes. My meager package was center stage on the exam table, as what seemed like every employee of the hospital walked thru the ER. Finally they threw a sheet on me as they wheeled me over to X-ray. Dr. Chu told me I had been very lucky, considering the height I had fallen. My left leg and arm were broken, and I had fractured several ribs. I would have to spend several days in the hospital.
The next day Keisha came to see me in my room. I was surprised to see her, and also a little ashamed. I was sure she remembered my tiny pecker. She smiled at me and said she just wanted to check up on my progress. She noted the casts on my leg and arm, and asked how my ribs felt. I told her I was still plenty sore. She was sympathetic and said she was good friends with the nurses in my ward. She promised to make sure they took special care of me. Then she smiled, gently patted me on the hand, and left the room. I couldn't help but notice her incredible backside and long, sexy legs as she walked out.
Through the open door I could see the nurses' station. Keisha stopped there and started talking to one of the nurses that I had met earlier. This nurse had brought me my breakfast and had introduced herself as Gloria. Gloria was about 35, short and very petite. Her pretty smile was framed by her long, thick black hair. She and Keisha were deep in conversation. Keisha pointed at my room and I saw Gloria start laughing. They talked for a few more minutes, and then Keisha left. I could see Gloria looking in my direction with a huge grin on her face.
The rest of the day passed quickly. I spent most of it sleeping. By the next morning I was feeling much better. A couple of hours after breakfast, Gloria walked into my room carrying a wash basin and some towels. She flashed me her beautiful smile and said it was time for my sponge bath. Not again, I thought. Another attractive nurse was going to get a good look at my meager genitals. But there wasn't much I could do. They had me in traction for my leg and my arm was in a cast from wrist to shoulder. I wouldn't be using the shower for a while.
"This will be fun," said Gloria, as she closed the room door. "And you'll be much more comfortable after a bath." She took the basin and started to fill it with warm water at the sink. When she was done, Gloria put the wash basin next to my bed and started to remove my hospital gown. I could smell her perfume as she leaned over me. And I noticed her beautiful, olive complexion. Then I came back to reality as she finished taking off my gown. My dick and balls had reverted to their shrunken state. I could see a sly smile on Gloria's face as she stared at my tiny package.
"Let's get started, Mr. Shea," she said as she threw my gown onto a chair. Gloria picked up a small towel, saoked it in the warm, soapy water, and began washing my chest and arms. She was right. It did feel good to have my first bath in two days. As she worked, Gloria made small talk about my injury and asked me about my family. I watched her small, delicate hands gently clean my upper body. She wore no wedding ring and her fingernails were painted bright pink. I read her name tag, which said G. Antonelli, LVN, and asked her how long she had been a nurse.
As we continued our conversation, Gloria finished washing my upper body and turned her attention to my genitals. Her huge grin told me all I needed to know about Gloria's opinion of my shriveled prick. She began to gently soap my cock and balls with a warm wash cloth. She probably thought she was working in the pediatrics ward. My dick would have looked normal on a seven year old. But Gloria remained professional and didn't say anything as she bathed me.
