Lacey was still staring at her freshly-minted chrome love cannon, blue bedsheets flung to the side in her private hospital bed (both in the bed being in a private room, and the hospital being private, as all hospitals are in the far-flung future of 2355 AD, Neo-Oxenhope), as a brown-skinned nurse came tottering into the room in high heels and an unconventional pale green and white uniform.
"Miss Hardcock, I uhh... Ah, I see you're awake," she stated, calmly observing the thickly-hewn, muscular goddess barely covered by a paper-thin hospital gown, currently pulled to the side to reveal her shiny, metallic... Blushing, she supposed that this was a good time to compose herself.
"Ahem. Miss Hardcock?" She tensed and tingled, trying to keep her eyes respectfully on the floor.
"Oh, shit," scrambled Lacey, covering herself up quickly, grabbing the bedsheets and attempting to wrap herself inside and hide.
Lacey nervously took in the new arrival: short, fat, with thick, lustrous hair the kind of jet black you could see the stars in on a clear night... Okay, so she was still out of it a little.
"I, um, I understand this is a difficult time, I can come back later," the demure Indian nurse mumbled, heading out of the door.
"No, shit, no, I... What the fuck happened to me?" Lacey felt angry, enraged, and then sad, all at once. She stared down at the floor, dejected, with tears in her eyes.
"You were... injured," explained the nurse, pulling over a chair to sit close to the bed. "A payment was made for a company procedure to restore your condition to the best of our ability."
"Payment? I don't have any... Shit, I can't afford this... Sorry, I keep swearing..." Lacey muttered to herself, pulling the bedsheets tighter around her body.
"It's okay," the nurse put her hand on Lacey's shoulder, "the payment did not come from your account. It was an anonymous donor."
"Anonymous... Fuck," the muscular trans woman covered her mouth, before running her hand through her sweat-dripping hair. She wondered how much of the blue dye had faded, how long she'd been out...
"You don't have to worry about swearing here," chuckled the nurse. "We're both adults," she continued, holding on to the shoulder with just a hint too tight of a grip before withdrawing, nervously.
"Right... Wait, anonymous as in you don't know, or anonymous as in you can't tell me?" Lacey straightened up, staring into the nurse's deep, dark brown eyes for the first time. She felt tormented at how gorgeous this woman looked, and turned away again, trying to stop herself from crying.
"I... I'm not sure how to answer that," said the nurse. "Maybe I should come back later," she continued, glancing towards the door. Subconsciously, she was picturing heading to the bathroom to masturbate, being recently single had left her with a lot of pent-up sexual frustration which was threatening her professionalism in the workplace. Until recently.
"No, please," implored her patient, reaching up to hold her by the shoulder. "I can't - I don't want to be alone just yet." Her dark brown eyes looked desperately into her own, and Pallavi decided she was going to go ahead and commit to this.
"Okay, sweetness, it's okay," said the nurse, stroking the back of Lacey's hair and pulling her into her large breasts. "You're okay. I'll go lock the door and then we can talk, okay?"
Lacey wiped her tears and nodded, trying not to stare too much at the woman's swaying, thick backside as she tottered over to lock the door. She was feeling a mix of shame, fear and arousal, which she was trying not to poke around at mentally too much.
It had been a long road, coming to terms with her identity, and she'd had times when she hadn't always felt comfortable with her body, but had fought hard to own her physicality mentally, to love herself and her body, to treat herself with love and care, and to accept the love and care of others, gentle as walking that path might have to be at times. This was... a shock, but she was deciding in this moment, whether she knew it or not, to accept herself again.
She flung her bedsheets from the hospital bed, and pulled her gown to one side as she took herself in. Between her legs was a shiny, metallic phallus, that twitched and grew mildly engorged as she watched, responding to her as her cock always had.
Her fingers brushed over it, and she felt them, through the shaft. Nerve endings must be... Something.
"Erm," came a sound from somewhere to her left. Shit, the nurse! Lacey had already forgotten, which might seem difficult but in fairness there was a lot going on.
"Shit, sorry," said Lacey, giving a slightly embarrassed grin as she sat up and straightened herself. "I'm still kind of out of it, I think." She yawned. "How long was I out for, uh..."
"Pallavi," smiled the nurse in response.
"Pallavi..." smiled Lacey, biting her lip. Urgh, her brain was all over the place. Part of her desperately wanted to forget about her current situation, part of her wanted to feel like she could still be the same person... A lot of her just wanted to stick her cock into something and not feel or think about anything other than tight wet cunt or hot, pulsating arsehole. Pallavi's arsehole... Fuck, there was a thought.
"You've been out for..." the young nurse began. Lacey tried to pay attention, but was just getting too horny. Her eyes roamed over the young, short, fat brown-skinned woman who was talking to her. Her calves were thick and exposed, her feet and delicate toes teasingly visible in her black lace-up high heels.
Her skirt was short and ruffled, with a half-buttoned white blouse barely containing her enormous breasts. Her belly, too, strained against the material. When Lacey saw that the nurse's name tag had been defaced to read "use me", she had to stop.
"What the fuck kind of hospital is this?" She asked.
Pallavi looked down, sheepishly, and replied. "It's um, it's procedure for your condition that..."
"My condition? You mean this - fuck," Lacey arched her back as she briefly gripped her thick cock for emphasis, the pleasure sending jolts through her body. "Fuck, I'm so horny I couldn't even hear you earlier. What's happening to me?"
