Lisa Stevens walked into the hospital room looking at the patient that had come out of his coma earlier in the day. His entire upper body was bandaged. His arms were broken and in traction. Eye and mouth slits pierced the man's wrapped head.
The poor thing had been in a horrible car accident several days earlier. His car had struck another head on and then gone over an embankment, crashing on the edge of a small lake. Luckily, he hadn't been wearing a seat belt and was thrown from the car by the explosion. He had suffered from horrible burns over his upper body, broken both arms, and a concussion that had left him comatose for 58 hours.
Lisa looked at him, her eyes tearing up with compassion. She would say a prayer for John tonight before slipping into bed beside Edgar. She hadn't been a nurse long and John was the most tragic patient she had seen.
Lisa pulled the covers off John's legs and lifted up his gown as she turned to squeeze out a sponge. She turned back and froze, staring at John's crotch. Gray hair under John's navel formed an arrow pointing straight at an incredibly large penis. Soft, it was longer and thicker then Edgar's. It dangled between his legs elevated by two equally large testicles. She had given over a dozen men sponge baths and none of their penises compared with John's.
Lisa began running the sponge down his legs, staring at his huge penis the whole time. She ran the sponge over his abdomen and then down his huge penis. As she stroked it, his penis grew until it was rising up off the mattress. It continued to grow, rising off his testicals until it was pointing towards the ceiling at least twelve full inches long and as thick as her wrist. It stood proudly for close to a minute before falling with a thud on John's stomach.
Being new at the hospital, Lisa had pulled the night shift. It cut into her time with Edgar since they had conflicting shifts and they rarely saw each other. Lisa was 24 and had been married two years. She and Edgar had tried to start a family right after their wedding, but it had turned out Edgar had a low sperm count and it was doubtful she would conceive. Now they rarely had sex, which was fine with her since she found it unrewarding and messy in the first place. Now staring at John's foot long monstrosity, she wondered if she had been missing out on something.
"Whatsss name?" John hissed out through his teeth, obviously in pain.
"Lisa."
"Call me John."
"I know John. Just let me finish your bath." Lisa reached out and grabbed the shaft of his penis and ran the sponge down the hard, thick length. Even wearing the glove, it felt warm in her hand and it throbbed with each beat of his heart. The head turned an angry red and swelled up even larger. Reluctantly, she finished and released it.
"Please, I need relief," said the man. "Look at my cock."
His giant penis was hard as a rock and it laid flat against his stomach. The big, bulbous head reached all the way to his bandages which ended above the man's navel. It was swollen and covered in puffy blue veins. The head was now bigger then a golf ball. "Does it hurt?" she asked taking off her gloves
"Yesss," hissed the man. "It hurtss. I need to cum."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Help me," he pleaded.
"What can I do?"
"Sssuck it."
Lisa crinkled her nose in disgust. "I'm married," she said holding up her hand to show the ring. "and I don't do that, even for my husband."
"Then jerk me off."
"I said, I'm married."
"Not cheating to ssstroke it. Please help me. It hurtsss," the man said writhing his hips. "It help pain. Pleassse"
Lisa's mother had died in child birth and as soon as she was old enough, she was cooking for her drunken father and cleaning the house. She was fourteen when he hit her for the first time telling her he had wanted a boy. She left several years later when he broke her arm and went to live with an uncle. Her father, Chuck had completely destroyed her self esteem and it took years to recover.
Like many children of alcoholics, Lisa had a deep desire to be loved. She was eager to please and had a problem saying no. Many people, both friends and strangers walked all over her. Seeing the man writhe in pain broke Lisa's heart. "What do I do?"
"Just ssstroke it."
"Alright, if it helps you recover, but I'm wearing a glove."
Lisa retrieved her surgical gloves and pulled them on her hands. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this, but then she had never seen a man who needed to get off this bad. John wasn't expected to pull through and if she could do this one small thing to help a dying man, she would. She decided to just be impassionate and stroke him off. It shouldn't last more then a few minutes.
Lisa wet her glove with some liquid soap from the restroom and returned to John's side. She grabbed the root of his big penis and pulled it upright. She grabbed the head with her right hand and slid it down to the root. She moved her hand back up and began stroking him.
"Yesss," hissed John.
"You like this?" she asked smiling at him. "Is this making you feel better?"
"Yesss, feelsss good. Ssstroke that big cock."
Lisa quit talking after that and stared at his huge penis...no cock. Cock seemed more appropriate for something so big. His cock outlasted her arm and she switched as she rapidly stroked him and then switched back as her left arm tired quickly.
After about fifteen minutes John's cock seemed to grow even larger, the head hardening and the veins swelling up. She leaned forward, fascinated just as his pee-slit opened and spit out a huge wad of sperm.
Lisa closed her eyes just as the long strand of sperm splattered across her face. She held them closed and scrunched her face, keeping her eyes shut and her mouth closed as another hot wad splattered on her lips and chin. Lisa opened her eyes when she felt it was safe in time to see a jet of sperm shoot up three inches before falling down the sides of his cock. Sperm continued to flow out of the head reminding her of a volcano. She stroked forwards a couple times to milk the rest of his sperm out before running to the bathroom.
The pungent aroma of his sperm assaulted her nose. She held her mouth shut for fear of sperm dripping into her mouth. She hadn't expected a baptism, her face was over a foot from his cockhead when he came.
She looked in the mirror and quickly cleaned herself up. Sperm was in her hair and some had stained her collar. She made sure it was all gone before breathing through her mouth again.
Lisa returned to his side after cleaning herself. John's cock had shrunk to about eight inches and his crotch area was surrounded by liquifying sperm. She cleaned the mess up with the sponge before leaving. He was breathing heavily having passed out from the exertion.
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The next night Lisa came back into John's room late at night to check up on him. He was sleeping, which was good for him. Her eyes teared up as she looked at him. X-rays had shown internal tissue damage and his outlook was worsening every day. She didn't regret helping the poor soul out with a hand job in the least bit. In fact, she had a strong desire to see his huge cock again.
Because of the body cast, a nurse had just tied a gown around his waist for modesty. Lisa pulled down the covers and lifted the gown. His huge cock rested lazily across one leg. She reached out and carressed the shaft. John's cock hardened, rising up off his leg and moving up towards his navel. She grabbed it and pulled forward so that it was pointing towards the ceiling. Lisa took her eyes off his cock and looked up at John. His eyes were now open and staring at her through the bandages. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
