I am the surgeon & I am the patient & I am the technician handing over the scalpel & I am the scalpel & I am the pervert touching themselves in the corner
*I was sent from my job to the doctor due to a fall, the fall was on company property it doesn't seem serious but they wanted me to go, so I went to see Dr. Holt as he was on the insurance list. I sit there waiting on the exam table nervous and ankle and lower back hurting. I hear the door, trying to not be nervous. Doctors always seem to make a chubby lady like me nervous or blame all problems on weight vs the actual problem. I smile politely and nervously say,* Good afternoon Sir. 🐇
"Afternoon." The door clicks shut and Holt still hasn't looked up from his clipboard "Miss.. Stella?"
Your size incites a brow raise but he says nothing about it, instead he pulls up a stool and grabs your ankle to check for swelling
"Looks like a sprain..." He rolls the stool over to the cabinets and opens a drawer "Rest it, ice it, Wrap it." And before you can ask him how to wrap your ankle he is gingerly making an example by wrapping it for you. "over the top of the foot, under the arch, and around the ankle."
To be sure Holt unwraps it and shows you one more time before he grabs his prescription pad to scribble on it. "I see you shifting your weight while you sit so I'm prescribing some extra strength ibuprofen and rest."
Rip! "Have a nice day."
So this is why people warned you about his bedside manner.. So direct.
You can't stop thinking about the first time you defiled him. It was the first time he remembered who he was. You were trying to sleep but now you're rock hard.
He was so utterly confused. The sweetest moment was when he realized you've done more to him than clip his wings. The look of shock and horror that got immediately silenced by your fingers between his legs.
You'd taken the liberty to test the effects of hormone gel on your precious angel's body. You honestly didn't think it would do anything so it really just gave you a reason to touch him there while working on him. But you were very pleased to find that it actually did affect him.
Your fingers gently grazed from his entrance and then to the tip of his newly budding tdick. You could see it written all over his face. He hated how good it made him feel. He tried to fight back, to "protect" his "purity". But his struggles got weaker and weaker as you kissed his neck for the first time.
Slowly his body melted into yours. You can tell he still wanted to fight, but out of moral obligation, not genuine disinterest. That was when you discovered how easily he breaks under praise. His resolve broke beneath you like a house of cards.
It got you high, feeling an angel of all things kissing you back and moaning against your lips. It was over for you once he actually started begging for it.
You couldn't make it up even if you wanted to. He started praying for you to fuck him. Your cock throbbed in bewildered arousal and you just couldn't take it anymore.
The way his eyes rolled back as your cock sank into his swollen needy cunt was the closest you have ever gotten to heaven. He was absolutely dripping for you already. You slid in easily but he was still somehow so tight.
You came in him 4 times that night. You thought his surrender was permanent. You thought you had captured him mind, body, and soul like magic. But you were so very wrong. He got even better at escaping once he started trying to get back his divine energy.
He spoke of guilt and shame as you dragged him back to the hospital with your own bare hands. He cried and begged for you to let him go. Your chest was hollow as you strapped him down to the electro shock therapy table for the first time. You had him microchipped after that.
It took you so long to get him to the lovesick pet he has become. But each step has been worth it to keep your angel. Whether he likes it or not.
Your cock pulses in your hand as you recall his moans. The way he clung to you when you pushed your full length into him. It drives you mad to this day. You cum easily all over your hand imagining it's inside of him.
...you haven't attempted to seduce him in his current state. No, you're too greedy. You'd devour the poor thing if you just took what you wanted. You are waiting until he gets the courage to ask for you himself.
You know he touches himself. You can hear it coming from your speaker when he does. It won't be satisfying unless he begs for it. That's when you'll know he is wholeheartedly yours. When his own perversions get too strong for the pesky morality wired into that angelic brain of his.
i don't know what my prescription is because my eye doctor told me its "20/bad" in both eyes :(
i know that i can't see anything if it's more than a foot away from my face (but since im always wearing my glasses I often forget i even have bad eyesight)
-🦴🌙
I would consider that hard of sight, yes. Nearly blind puppies are a soft spot of mine
Ohhhh I see, so when YOU rearrange someone's guts its "Hot" and "Sexy", but when I do it, it's "medical malpractice" and "the act of a deeply disturbed individual"
After being away from work for a while, you are handed a small stack of little notes by one of the nurses. Apparently the patient in room 143 has been writing them for you everyday while you were gone and giving them to the nurse that serves him breakfast. They say things like "I miss you!" "I hope you're doing ok!" and "You're the best!!!" with little hearts and smiley faces doodled on them.
- 💕💉
"Thank you Nurse"
Holt locks the door when she leaves and shuffles through the stack while walking back to his desk.. each note card makes him walk slower until he stops at his chair.
He should be doing better for this angel; Showing up more and making a bigger effort. "Stupid.. stupid, angel puppy.." he sits down with a sad smile.
You come to visit your patient late at night. Your shift is over. You should go home. But something draws you in to go see them. They've already tucked themselves into bed, snuggled into their pillow and blanket like it's the comfiest place on earth.
You stare at them for a while, you don't know how long. They set Cam, the stuffed cat you turned into a nanny cam, perfectly to keep an eye on themselves. The pink glow of their nightlight casts your shadow across the wall behind you. It only becomes more obvious as your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room.
They look so peaceful. You don't even remember why you came in. Perhaps it was purely impulse. Whatever the reason, you find yourself slowly taking a seat in the chair at their bedside. To your dismay, the chair makes a noise as you do. Those shitty plastic cushions are always too fucking loud.
The small noise is enough to wake up your patient. Startled, they peak their head up. "...Doctor?" They whisper to you in the darkness.
"I just wanted to say goodnight." You softly try to reassure them.
You can see the way their foot seems to wag like a dog would its tail under their blanket, an odd behavior you've noted long ago but can't help but find somewhat cute, they're happy to see you. "Then why'd you sit down?"
"I just needed a moment after standing all day." You lie easily. It's not even a lie, your feet are killing you. It's just not the full truth.
Your patient nods, believing you blindly. Exactly as you've worked so hard to achieve from them.
"Can I get a goodnight kiss?"
You're a bit thrown off by the request. It's much more bold than what you are used to from them. But it is after hours and the only one with access to the security camera in this room is you. Indulging your patient is the most likely means in which to reinforce this kind of behavior in the future. You can't have them trying to run away again. You don't want to have to break their other leg as well.
"only because you asked so nicely." You smile softly as you carefully stand up and approach them. Leaning down to kiss them, they don't move their head. They assumed you'd give them a forehead kiss. You can be a little more giving than that.
Taking their chin in your hand, you pull it gently to press your lips to theirs. "Now be a good boy and go to sleep."
Your patient looks stunned, their cheeks flush and their heart rate monitor evidently spiking. "Yes sir." They sheepishly choke out just as you sneak back out of their room.