A girl she's taking care of (futanari branch)

A patient she's taking care of (futanari branch)

A young woman was standing there, in the middle of the hall. She had clearly knocked on our door and taken two steps back, as if the entrance were to explode.

"Hi"

She had a soft voice and seemed rather nervous. She was some inches shorter than me, her black hair was stylized in a short bob cut, and she had striking blue eyes behind huge, circular, thin frame glasses. If I could guess her age, I'd say one year younger than Sarah, although her pale skin made her look sick.

"Uh... Yes? May I help you?" I said, looking at both sides of the hall. Was this a prank? Maybe she was selling something? I thought door-to-door sales were dead...

There was a huge suitcase next to here. I eyed her again. No, she didn't look like a salesperson. This girl was wearing an expensive-looking black long-sleeved top, a red and pink pleaded knee-length skirt, black thigh-highs and boots, and a choker. She looked as if she'd come out of a Japanese music video, ignoring the fact she wasn't Asian, of course. It did fit her, though. Not that I focus much on other girls' appearance, but she was slim, her breast size seemed just above average under her top; although her skirt was hiding some really wide hips, wider than Sarah's, and her socks were tight around thick legs, thicker than Sarah's too.

The girl averted her gaze. There was a slight blush on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I think you got the wrong apartment." I said, almost as confused as she looked.

She shook her head ever so slightly.

"No? Are you looking for someone?"

She nodded in the same millimetric fashion.

"Who?"

"Sarah." She said in almost a whisper, after long seconds of silence.

"Who is it?" My girlfriend came closer. Of course, the girl spoke too softly for Sarah to have heard her from inside. "Oh, my gosh! Zoe?! What are you doing here?"

Sarah rushed past me, went directly to the girl and hugged her. It was a very brief hug, but... Did the girl bury her face into her cleavage? No, it was just the angle I had seen the hug from.

"Don't just stand there, come in!" Sarah told the girl with an overly inviting tone. "Liam, could you bring her stuff in?"

"I'm sorry, what?" I complained, but she had already taken the girl's hand and had guided her to our living room.

I had **** but to carry the suitcase in. It was really heavy, though. I wondered how a small person like that Zoe could've carried it up. And she wasn't even sweating!

Zoe was now sitting on the couch we'd been lying on, and Sarah was next to her, holding her close.

"What happened?" Sarah asked, but Zoe's voice was so soft I had to stand still and listen, as if the faint sounds of my walking could muffle her words.

"The hospital discharged me. They sent me home. But mom is away. I have nowhere else to go."

"Oh, baby..."

It surprised me a bit that Sarah would call this girl 'baby', despite not liking pet names. It must be one of those names girls call their girl friends.

"So... Where are you staying, then?" I asked. Zoe looked at me as if she were about to cry, and Sarah basically scolded me with her eyes. "What?"

"Liam, this is serious. Remember how we got different projects at college? We got assigned different health issues on people to study and treat."

"Yes." I barely remembered that. She did speak about it, I may have been a little too sleepy that time to register it in my memory.

"Well, Zoe was assigned to me. She..." Sarah stopped when she noticed Zoe staring at the floor, blushing. "Let's... Let's talk in the bedroom, OK?"

I followed her to our room and she closed the door.

"She's a little ashamed of her issue."

"And what is that?"

"She has this very uncommon muscular condition where her body has developed additional muscles." She explained. Her voice sounded a bit monotonous, like someone who has memorized a speech. But that's what's expected when one studies nursery and has to memorize hundreds of diseases and stuff.

"She doesn't seem very muscular..."

"No, it's not exactly like that. She's not super strong or anything. But she does have around ten inches of extra muscle."

"Still, that doesn't..." I wondered why muscles were measured in inches.

"You know how your body rejects blood that isn't the same type as yours? It can happen to parts of your own body to, a sort of autoimmune response. Zoe's body doesn't fully recognize those extra muscles and doesn't supply the correct amount of nutrients to them. In some cases, it's much less than usual, which ends in atrophy, but in Zoe's case, she overfeeds those muscles, and they end up stiff and hard, and it can be painful for her if that hardness isn't taken care of and she isn't relieved."

Once again, the explanation was perfectly memorized. I felt proud of my girl for being this knowledgeable about her studies.

"The traditional treatment is massaging the muscles until they spasm and soften, she releases her heat, and her body feels better. The condition of those muscles also makes her secretion of vastly different thickness, abundance, and even flavor."

Secretion? Ah! Of course! Sweat! When one exercises their muscles, one sweats naturally. The pieces were fitting: Zoe was a little stronger than her body looked, so she could carry her huge suitcase up to the apartment. And she wasn't sweating because she produced sweat in a much lesser, much thinner manner than a normal person. I wondered why the flavor part was important, though.

"I understand, Sarah, but... This is our special night. The next part of our lives. Can't she rent a room and do the massage thing herself? She looks like she isn't broke."

"She does have some money, but she can't do it on her own! Imagine you needed to scratch your own back in a particular way, and if you didn't, it hurt like hell."

"I guess you're right..."

"I'm sorry..." She sighed and she took my hand between hers. As she spoke and moved her arms, her breasts squeezed between them as if they wanted to escape her top's cleavage. "I... I did tell her she could spend a night here if there was an emergency. I should've asked you about it first."

"Yeah. I think you should have."

"But she needs my help!" She shook my hand, almost theatrically. Her breast jiggled for a long time, so I didn't mind it much. "And if I am to dedicate my career to helping people, I can't abandon her when she needs me. I'd be betraying what I believe in. I'd be betraying what I want my job to be. A nurse is to take care of people. Please, Liam."

Her eyes. Oh, her eyes. Those gorgeous, sparkling eyes, one of the reasons she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and I'm lucky to have her. And her commitment to her noble career is so admirable. I just know she will be the best nurse ever. I worry a little about it, though. Does that mean her job will be more important than our love? No. It's not that. I will always be as important to her as she is for me. I'm positive. And because of that, I should support my girlfriend. Besides, it's just a female friend, it's not like I'm allowing another man in our new home, right?

"Can't we let her stay?"