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Ever feel like you’re still completely tired when you wake up? That’s how I felt when I woke up, dead tired, with a pounding headache and just about every muscle burning like I overdid a full body workout yesterday.
Was it possible for a person’s eyelids to get a heavy workout too? It certainly felt that way as I tried to open my eyes. My head was spinning like I was just waking up from a night of binge drinking, and as I managed to get my eyes open it felt like they wanted to start spinning in the sockets. And I don’t mean the around-and-around like those old cartoon characters, so I’d see the inside of my skull every time around, but spinning as if I was on a merry-go-round and looking up from the center kind of spinning.
As my eyes opened I was welcomed with a bright and burning sensation, that kind when you try to look at the sun or get a camera flash in the face. I tried to look around, my eyes feeling like they wouldn’t focus on anything. I guess I blacked out or something because when I blinked all the noise and crap that was going on was replaced with the clockwork beeping of a heart monitor.
And I wasn’t alone. I could make out the shape of a person at the side of my bed.
“Hey honey.” she said, and I felt a gentle touch on my left cheek, “I… I’m just glad you’re okay!” she sobbed, breaking down into tears as she leaned over me, hugging me tightly. She smelled nice. Some kind of floral perfume, I think.
Something felt completely wrong about this. I mean, I didn’t mind being hugged by a woman, but I usually like to know her somehow.
“Who…?” I croaked, setting my throat ablaze.
“Wh… What?” she asked, sniffing.
I could see her a little bit clearer, but her features were still a blob. Like a wet oil painting turned up on its side too soon. It looked like she was a blond.
“Who are you?” I hoarsely asked.
She pulled back from me, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth. Guess I said something terrifying as she bolted from the room screaming for the doctor. A little while later two doctors and a nurse came in and started giving me a once over. They focused on my head and asked me a barrage of questions while shining a light in my eyes a few times. Questions that should’ve been easy, like where was I, who was I, who was the other woman, and the sort. I really had no answers for any of them, and it really made my throat hurt trying to talk as well. After they were done, and I felt like I’d drank a gallon of acid, the doctors left my room to talk to the other woman outside.
“Bet that throat’s feeling pretty raw.” the nurse said. “Would you like some ice cream?” She sounded nice, and as best as I could tell she had black hair that was tied up at the back of her head. I think she had dark eyes too. Shit like this is sometimes hard to tell when your vision’s blurry.
I just looked out the window, trying to get my eyes to focus some. All I really saw was a massive blur of blue and green, so I figured I had a view right next to a tree. To answer the nurse I just nodded my head.
“Okay hon, any flavor you like?”
I didn’t really know, and I really didn’t care either, so I just shrugged.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll figure something out.”
That left me with some time to try and think about things. Mostly I focused on the questions the doctors asked me, the ones I could remember.
What’s your name? I almost had an answer for that, but no name came to mind. Try as I might I couldn’t say anything at all, so I failed that one. At least they told me what my name was, though if I had spoken up about it I would’ve argued that my name was not ‘Caleb.’
Who’s the other woman? Failed there too. I was told she was my mother, though I honestly would’ve argued that one too. Instead I kept my mouth shut.
Where are you? Educated guess: a hospital. Half credit for that. Beyond that I hadn’t a clue. I barely knew the names of any hospitals in… Okay, I had no idea the name of the city I was in.
What’s the last thing you remember? Farthest back I could think was when I just woke up, so that was a fail.
What was the date? Seriously? How often do people readily remember that? Still, I couldn’t even give a year so that too was a fail.
Some minutes later the nurse returned with a bowl in her hands. I used the bed’s control to lift myself up to a sitting position before accepting the ice cream from her, but I didn’t take it. All I could do was stare at my hands.
“Something wrong?” the nurse asked.
“My hands.” I croaked. They were smaller than the nurse’s hands and that seemed completely wrong.
“Your hands are fine. It’s your head we’re all worried about.” It looked like she nodded. Then she gently pushed the bowl into my hands and closer to me. Her touch warm and soft to my hands, a stark contrast to the hard plastic that chilled my fingers. Then I looked at it, the brown blobs that I guess were scoops of chocolate ice cream.
Chocolate.
That sparked something in my head. A memory of some kind. A warning ringing out in my mind.
“Is something wrong?” the nurse asked.
“Chocolate. Allergic.” I said, trying to say as little as possible to keep from aggravating my throat.
“Where’d you get that idea? Your mom said it was your favorite flavor.”
I was dead sure I was allergic to chocolate, it screamed at me from some shadowy corner in the back of my mind. But then what had my memory actually gotten me? A whole lot of confusion. I guess that woman that had called me ‘hon’ was my mother who would know as much as I should what I’m allergic to and she had actually suggested chocolate ice cream for me over any other flavor.
Well, if I really was allergic to chocolate then what better place to have a reaction than right in a hospital?
It was that kind of ice cream that can’t seem to get too hard despite how cold it is, kinda like soft serve, soft and smooth, like velvet for the tongue. Don’t expect me to try and describe the flavor, we’re talking about chocolate here. I also remembered (somehow) that it was one of those flavors you either love or hate, and I most certainly loved it despite the thought that I was going to blow up like a balloon for just having a single mouthful. That same something in the back of my brain had told me I had tried it once, loved it, and quickly had started having issues breathing. After that first spoon full, cool and creamy as it soothed my burning throat as it went down, I just sat there and waited.
And waited.
And nothing happened.
Shit! She was right. ‘Mom’ was right, sorta, I guess.
I took another bite, relishing in the flavor that felt like had been an eternity since I had last tasted, downing it quickly and enjoying the soothing chill in my throat.
Then I noticed the nurse smiling at me. She said nothing as she turned and left my room, leaving me to eat in peace. It honestly didn’t take me long to finish the bowl, scraping up what melted remnants I could with my spoon. If my tongue was long enough I would’ve licked that bowl clean.
My vision was starting to clear a little by the time the nurse came back with the woman who was supposed to be my mom. She didn’t say much while the nurse collected the bowl, just reaffirming that she was my mother, that she loved me, and that the doctors wanted to keep me overnight and my sisters would miss me. (Sisters? Where’d they come from?) I simply shrugged back, not wanting to aggravate my throat by trying to talk after the ice cream had soothed that burning feeling so well. She hugged me, and I kinda hugged her back, you know, that awkward I-don’t-know-what-to-do kind. She was getting teary eyed by the time she left, giving me one last little wave, which I returned (the kind you give to a stranger that seems to know you).
Once I was alone I found the control to my bed and reclined back a ways. It seemed to feel odd in my hand now, reminding me of how much bigger the bowl and the nurse’s hands seemed compared to mine. Now if only my eyes would focus, maybe my hands could tell me something, anything.
I really have no idea how much time passed. If there was a clock in the room I probably couldn’t read it anyway. But I knew some time had gone by because I felt the need to piss. I managed to push myself upright and was turning to sit on my bed when the nurse came back in.
“What’re you trying to do?” she asked me.
“Go to the toilet.” I told her, more in a whisper than trying to actually talk. Figured it’d be easier on my throat, and it felt alright. I misjudged the height of my bed and when I tried to stand I ended up sliding off it and onto the floor. To her credit she was right at my side right away, helping me back to my feet. And I realized just how tall she was when we were standing in such close proximity. I was about eye level with her very ample breasts. I swallowed hard as I looked up to her. I think she smiled back at me, and damn my face started to feel hot. Even with my blurred vision I could better tell now she was very attractive, her dark hair longer than I had first thought, and I thought I could smell some kind of lightly scented sweet soap.
“Looks like you didn’t hurt yourself.” she said, “But I think you should have a little help.”
“I can manage.” I harshly whispered back. My first two steps said otherwise as I almost fell over again. She caught me, my head landing right in her bosom.
“At least hold my hand while you try to walk.” she suggested. I grudgingly accepted. And I have to admit that I needed her help to keep my balance as I walked like a drunken idiot to the toilet.
Which then revealed another problem. If I couldn’t keep my balance on my own two feet then how the hell was I supposed to take a piss? And on top of that my vision was still blurry, so I’d really have to listen to make sure I was aiming for the toilet.
And apparently before I could wonder how it could get any worse fate came down and told me so.
“Need help?” the nurse asked.
I sighed heavily and nodded. This was embarrassing.
Gently she put my hand on the sink that was next to the toilet. “Hang on tight.” she told me as put her hands at my hips and helped me line up to the toilet. “I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.” she whispered in my ear, my heart starting to pound as her warm breath tickled my ear and as her breasts pressed into my back. Honestly I really felt humiliated as the nurse stood behind me and pulled down my pants to my hips.
“Such a healthy young man.” she cooed as she reached around to take hold of my dick. “To think you’re already so big for eleven.” Her fingers had that paradox of firm yet soft feeling, hands gentle as they brushed against my skin.
I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Eleven? I was eleven? Eleven years old? That part of my mind, that screamed the warning about the chocolate cried out again that this was wrong, that I wasn’t a boy. But when I looked down I saw a hairless crotch and a huge dick in the nurse’s hand. It was my dick, I could feel her fingers as she gently held me, my dick feeling really hot against her cool fingers as she held me, angling me at the toilet so I would be sure and not piss on the floor. And boy was I glad I was braced against that sink as my legs almost gave out again as I tried to take this in. I mean, I was huge, there was no other way to describe it. Limp in her hand I must’ve been as long as an adult with an erection!
“Now let’s get you aimed up…” My heart shifted gears as she held my dick towards the toilet, the need to piss overriding everything else. It felt really good to finally urinate. Yeah, a bit embarrassing pissing right in front of a total stranger, and a woman, like that. But when you gotta go, you gotta go!
It seemed to take forever for my bladder to empty, and the longer it took it seemed that the harder my dick got. I was about half hard by the time I was done, and it was clear my dick had gotten a bit longer.
“That feel better?” she asked me, running her fingers up and down my dick and sending shivers up my spine.
“Yeah.” I softly replied, nodding my head. She actually elicited a moan from me as she slipped her hand down to fondle my testicles. She literally had me by the balls, my cock at a rock hard attention now and even longer than it had been before. I tried to look down at myself, my eyes still not quite focusing as I felt her fingers running up and down the shaft of my dick, her touch felt like silk to my skin.
“I think we should get this taken care of before you go back to bed.” she told me as her fingers ran up the length of my cock, and something felt strange yet really good. Again that shadowy part in the back of my head told me something was off, different. I wished it’d shut up because it really felt good.
“What are…” I tried to say, but she did something with her fingers at my testicles that just felt too good.
“Something that’ll feel wonderful.” she softly, lustfully whispered into one ear. Her fingers slowly wrapped around my shaft with a strange firm softness. Then she started slowly stroking my dick in a kind of tender fashion, like she was afraid of breaking something. Man I felt huge in her hand.
She held me tight to her, her breasts squishing up against my back as she continued stroking me with one hand and fondling my balls with the other. I really liked how she seemed to tickle the back of my scrotum with a finger, and damn was my dick hard. So hard I could feel it pulsing with my own heartbeat against her fingers.
Something was happening, and she knew it too. She pumped harder, squeezing my shaft as her fingers ran up and down, a new pressure building up just in front of my legs. Time was a blur, I have no idea how long we were there as she pleasured me, her fingers wrapped around my hugely hard dick, but I was glad she was holding me so firmly when my orgasm struck, my legs trembling as I felt a huge wad shoot from my dick. She massaged my testicles as she kept stroking me, encouraging several more shots of cum.
“My, my, that was a healthy load.” she told me, my body trembling as her fingers slowly trailed away from my dick. I was panting hard, my heart pounding like I’d just sprinted a race, and my legs still felt like they were about to give out on me. She held me as she grabbed a piece of toilet paper and used it to wipe the end of my softening dick clean, and again something felt odd. Nice, but odd.
She pulled my pants back up, helped me wash up a little, and washed her own hands at the same time. I felt less embarrassed this time as she helped me back to my bed to lie down. I didn’t even complain when she pulled the sheets back up over my legs. After she was sure I was fine (and apparently not still sporting a raging boner) she left to go back to whatever it was she did at the hospital. I had thought about trying to watch some television, but after glancing at the remote by my bedside I thought differently. At some point I think I fell asleep as I was woken up for dinner. The food was a hell of a lot nicer than I expected hospital food to be, and after a nice meal I ended up falling asleep again.