Ever since his early morning encounter with Doctor Mitchell, Jon had been struggling to hold his thoughts in check. It wasn't easy. It seemed that every nurse the hospital hired was a stone cold hotty. They'd saunter into his room to check on him, their bodies tempting him, teasing him into fantasy. His arm was getting a bruise where he kept pinching it to stop any slips, but he figured it was worth it; his new power was dangerous and he didn't want it getting out of hand, no matter how good it felt.
Doctor Mitchell even made another visit midmorning, stopping by to read Jon's chart, commenting again on the good progress his patient was making. The make-up on his face looked bizarre, but the sight of the good doctor's ass wiggling out of the room almost got Jon going again. Another pinch, a run or two through his times-tables and a memory of his first-grade teacher Mrs. Snit saved him that time.
But, just like so many heroes who came and went before him, eventually Jon's weakness won. Around three in the afternoon, after concentrating and resisting all day, Jon slipped out of bed and padded to the washroom adjoining his room. With the door locked Jon stared at himself in the mirror. He'd lost some weight in his stay at the hospital, but other than that he hadn't changed one bit. Same scruffy hair, same slight overbite, same big ears.
Not that it mattered, but he had been secretly hoping that he had changed somehow, that the reason women threw themselves at him was that he was suddenly a much more attractive looking man. It was strange, though, the way the women acted (and, he guessed, Doctor Mitchell). They weren't throwing themselves at him, but rather it was as if they didn't know what they were doing. They seemed to think that whatever sexual act the performed on Jon was part of their normal lives.
He knew that this line of thought was trouble, but being alone in the bathroom, door locked, Jon thought himself safe. The day was almost over, anyway, so what could go wrong? Soon he'd be back at home, in his own room, with his family.
His mind drifted back to his first encounter with Nurse Williams, how she'd given him a blowjob right in front of his mother and sister. A few weeks earlier if that kind of thing had happened, his mother would have freaked out, called the cops, put a stop to it. The other day, though, she just sat there smiling as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. Sure, after Jon had finished up he noticed that his mother's clothes had changed, but other than that it was business as usual.
Jon's penis twitched slightly at the memory of his mother's thigh-high boots. It wasn't that his mother was a turn on, but he'd always had a thing for sexy boots. Something about the way they clung to the leg always made him...
A noise from his hospital room snapped him from the thought. He quickly unlocked the door and stuck his head through to check out what was going on.
Waiting for him was his sister, Zoe, in her usual black garb, looking sulky. She was sitting on the chair next to the bed, examining the pair of bras he had on his nightstand.
"Took you long enough, dork," she said, "I thought you might have fallen in."
"Sorry, sis," he replied, hopping up onto the bed, "I was just... uh... thinking." His mind momentarily swung back to his line of thought in the bathroom. Hoping he was quick enough, he gave his arm a pinch, eliciting pain and clarity.
"Well I brought you some homework," Zoe said, indicating a book back on the floor, "but the nurse said that you're coming home tonight."
On cue, Nurse Williams walked into the room, bringing another quick lustful memory, which in turn brought another pinch. "Yes, we're going to miss our star patient, but we can't see any reason to keep him any longer."
The nurse walked to the side of Jon's bed, standing next to his sister and leaned in close. He could smell vanilla on her, a scent that had always driven him wild. Her top was unbuttoned enough to give him a great view of her cleavage and the lacy pink bra she wore beneath her nurses uniform.
"Maybe we have time," she whispered in his ear when close enough, "for one last test." Then, with a lick on his ear, she began a journey of kisses, starting on his lips, then to his chin, neck, chest, stomach, and ending on his new swollen member. All of Jon's work to stop himself from being aroused was for not as the nurse sucked on his erection, giving him sensations that made his toes curl.
His mind was gone. He gave in. Leaning back, Jon closed his eyes and forgot about everything but his pleasure. The nurse's fingers snaked up and down his thighs, nails scratching skin. Her lips and tongue toyed every ounce of arousal out of him. When she'd stop to come up for air, she'd play with his balls with a finger or two, then plunge her mouth back down onto his shaft.
Soon the eruption of orgasm came, bigger than his last, and the nurse greedily sucked his penis until every last drop was gone. He shuddered for a moment or two, then opened his eyes to look at the seductrice.
Shock hit him when he saw that it was not Nurse Williams lovingly licking his penis, but rather his sister Zoe! The sexy nurse stood in the doorway with a smile of approval. Zoe, on the other hand, had changed quite a bit. Her breasts had grown, her lips had swollen, and her clothes had transformed. No longer was she adorned in the colour of night, but now she was in tight pair of Daisy Dukes and a tight pink t-shirt . He couldn't see her feet, but by her added height he assumed they were wearing high heels.
"Zoe!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah bro?" she asked innocently.
"Very good," said the nurse, "I think you'll do fine for Jon's homecare. The nurses and I will be by every few days to check on him, but I think you'll do in a pinch in case of an emergency."
"Thanks for the training, Nurse Williams," Zoe said with a smile.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh yeah, sorry Jon," Zoe apologized as she unfastened her bra and slipped it out of her shirt. When she had placed in on the night stand with the others, she sat back down on the chair, grabbed a book and began to read. Nurse Williams turned and left the pair alone.
Jon wondered what was waiting for him when he got home.
