Special Accommodations

Authors Notes:

This story is generally more wholesome than the others I've written, and is my attempt at injecting realism into two erotica fetishes that I love: oral fixations, and unreasonably huge tits. I wanted to delve into what it might actually be like if these porn characters had to live real lives, where compulsive dick-sucking, and seventy-pound titties were treated as real disabilities that have to be accommodated in a university setting.

I hope I've succeeded.

As such, if you're a fan of breast expansion stories that focus entirely on growth, listing out impossible sizes, perfectly-rounded-weightless-tits, inflation, or a general disregard for human anatomy, this is not that kind of story. The boobs will start large, stay large, and will have a realistic burden on the one who carries them. Expansion will be a much smaller portion of the plot.

Vic

Victor was abruptly woken by the blaring siren of his ringtone. Eyes barely open, he groped around blindly on his mattress for the bastard phone, and accepted the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello! This is Valerie, from the Center for Accessible Education! I’m calling for Victor Li, is that who I'm speaking to?” Valerie's award-winning customer service voice washed right over Vic.

“This is he,” Victor half mumbled, half groaned.

“Excellent! Is this a good time then?”

“Yeah, sorry if I sound off, I just woke up.”

“Oh, sorry to have woken you, Victor.”

He tried to put on his best ‘dutiful student’ voice, “It’s alright, and thanks for getting back to me so quickly.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, we are pretty understaffed here, so it’s us who should be thankful that nice students like you volunteered to help out! We were impressed by your application and we think you’re uniquely qualified to handle this one assignment in particular. But I have to tell you it’s… well, it’s a bit unorthodox…” Valerie trailed off, but Vic could hear the sound of papers being shuffled around on her end.

Huh. “Unusual how?” Vic sat up straight and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. The intrigue was helping to wake him up.

“Well… where to start?” She mumbled to herself before addressing him directly, “You understand that I can’t share any confidential information until you’re hired?”

“Yeah, I understand. HIPAA, disclosure agreements, things of that nature.” He'd already attended more than his fair share of redundant lectures on the topic for his hospital volunteer jobs.

“Right, of course you would! Okay I guess I can start with the fact that this would actually be a double assignment.”

“Really? Two students?” Vic was surprised to hear that. This is a lot to put on a first-time student aid. He figured they’d ease him into it with something smaller.

“Yes, a freshman, and a junior, both female. They met each other on the seeking-roommate message boards and were adamant that they live together and that they both agree on a single caretaker. I know it sounds like a lot, but you won’t have to travel around very much. They're in the Hitch suites. It was the best option for meeting their needs for both privacy and care.”

“Right, makes sense.” Hitch was one of the luxury dorms. Everyone at Hitch had their own private room, with a shared bathroom, living room, and sometimes even a kitchen. No sharing your bathroom with sixty other students. They cost a lot more than the standard dorms, but if you wanted privacy and could afford it, they were the best option for on-campus housing. He just wasn’t sure he could afford it.

“There is a catch, though. You’ll be needed on hand in the mornings and evenings, so you’ll have to move into their three-bedroom unit. However , as compensation for your work, the university will waive your housing fees, give you a meal plan, a grocery stipend, and you'll receive ten units for each quarter you volunteer instead of the usual five.”

Score! Finally, a volunteer job that actually pays off!

Vic really needed the free housing bonus. Westwood rents were bleeding him dry. Hitch would definitely be an upgrade over his current shoebox studio apartment, and he could get back on the campus meal plan. Getting someone to take over his lease should be easy enough, and ten units a quarter meant he'd only have to take one four-unit class each quarter on top of his volunteering. If he played his cards right, he could have an easy senior year, have enough time to study for the MCAT, and could coast right off onto med school.

Vic was really excited now, but he did his best to keep his voice flat, trying not to sound too eager. “Okay, well, I guess it’s nice that they’re all in one location.” So far so good. “What kinds of assistance do they need?”

“Well one should be pretty simple for you. She has some mental disabilities and a few behavioral issues that require some attention, but she's fairly independent, not a lot of hard work on your part. She has a combination of ADHD and a kind of nervous tick; a really severe oral fixation. You’d just need to help her keep-” Valerie abruptly cut herself off, Vic could hear her frantically flipping through paper, “-unsafe things out of her mouth…” her tone lowered to a whisper “Good lord…”

“Something wrong?” asked Vic. He wasn't really sure what part of that seemed so concerning to Valerie. “Does she have a habit of chewing dangerous objects? Pica?”

“Ummm, yeah, you could say that.... I hope for your sake she doesn't chew…” she mumbled those last words, and he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly. Vic was about to ask for clarification, but she preempted him, “Nevermind that! I'm sure you'll be fine, you'll get more details when you meet her.”

“So just keep her from chewing on toxic things, getting herself sick, that sort of thing?”

“Y-yes! Keep her from… poisoning herself… You may also need to help her structure her days, study, keep her on task, maybe come with her to privately proctored exams.”

That seemed pretty standard, he'd done enough tutoring to feel comfortable accepting that as part of his job. Private exams were pretty common, but he didn't quite understand why she'd need him there for that. Usually a private exam was, well, private. Just a small number of test takers with increased test time, and a need for a quiet environment.

“She doesn’t really respond well to authority, but her therapist does note that she’ll only work with a male volunteer, so that's another point in your favor. Sorry, there's not a lot of specific information I'm allowed to share over the phone, but judging from your record, I think you’d be a very good influence on her.” That last sentence held a slight bit more trepidation than Vic would expect.

So this girl doesn’t play well with female care-takers, sounds simple enough.

He had a feeling there was something else off about this, but he’d heard of similar cases before. “Doesn’t sound so bad, I’m sure I can handle that. So, what about the second student?”

Valerie flipped through a few more pages before arriving on the second student’s file. “Well… she has pretty severely limited mobility, to say the least. You’ll need to help her get out of bed, get dressed, showered, and help her move around the dorm, get to class, doctor's appointments, things like that. We have the van system for that, so you won't need to drive yourself, but you’ll need to help her get to where she needs to be. Basically, she will be your top priority.”

“How severely impacted is her mobility, exactly?” asked Vic. Some people had injuries or nervous disorders that impacted their mobility, but most of the time “limited. “Does she need a chair, can she walk?”

“No wheelchair needed. She can stand and get around with her walker, or her electric mobility scooter, but she'll need your help getting into and out of them. This is the main reason we think you may be best qualified for this assignment, since you seem to already have the strength and experience for assisting patients with limited mobility. Our last volunteer couldn’t really handle her weight, so we thought it’d be best to send in someone stronger, and one of your references, a doctor Singh, I believe, said you did very well working with obese and geriatric patients.”

So it was indeed her weight that impaired her. “Sounds good to me. I'll do what I can to help her have a normal and unhindered freshman year.” He meant it, honestly. While Victor wasn’t exactly jumping for joy to help some overweight freshman girl shower, he kept a professional mind about it. She was still a person in need, and deserved the same opportunity to study and take part in campus life as any able-bodied student.

“Is that all? Anything else I should know?” asked Vic.

Valerie seemed to hesitate a bit before answering, “There are a few other aspects to her care, but I can't reveal them without her permission… it may be best for you to find out for yourself.”

“I see.” Vic knew how important it was to protect patient health information, but he had yet to hear anything quite this cloak and dagger before. Usually privacy meant hiding names and addresses, not important aspects of prospective employees' duties.

But his curiosity was more than piqued, and the benefits were too good to refuse. This would look amazing on his medical school applications, and he wouldn’t need to chase down any more clinical hours. He also liked the idea of getting out of dreary inpatient facilities and just helping people with less dire conditions, and helping them at home. The other perks were a nice bonus.

“Any more questions?” asked Valerie.

“Just one: when do I start?”

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