Nurse Mariana

The ward dedicated to the enlargement cases had a sterile hum to it, the soft beeping of vitals machines providing a rhythmic background to the quiet chaos. The illegal penis enlargement pills had done their damage—men from every walk of life, every race and age, were laid out in the beds, their cocks grotesquely engorged, hard as stone, and robbing their brains of much-needed blood. The nurses had seen it all by now: old men whose erections looked like they might shatter bone, and young men barely out of their teens, their faces red with shame and discomfort.

The nurse apprentices, a group of young women from the lower ranks of the Bustocracy, had become numb to the absurdity of it. Each of them sported at least a DD cup, putting them in a position to aspire to higher social classes, but for now, they were stuck in the clinic, handling what had become a daily routine of swollen cocks and overstressed patients.

Head Nurse Mariana strolled through the ward, clipboard tucked under her arm. She wasn’t as strict as she appeared. In fact, most days, she was more amused by the girls’ casual chatter than annoyed by it. But they had a job to do, and she kept them on task.

“Alright, girls,” Mariana said, her tone a bit softer than usual as she paused by the foot of an older man’s bed, the man’s skin pale, his cock twitching beneath the sheet. “Let’s keep things moving. I know it’s boring work, but we’ve got to keep these men stable. If the blood flow doesn’t return to their brains, we could be dealing with some real problems.”

The girls nodded, each moving to their respective patients, but the casual chatter started up almost immediately. Jasmine was already handling her first case of the day, a black man in his mid-40s, his cock standing upright like a grotesque monument. She grabbed the base of his shaft, working it with efficient strokes as she spoke to Ruby, who was on the other side of the room, tending to a young Asian man.

“I swear, every time I come in here, they get bigger,” Jasmine muttered, barely glancing at the man’s face as she worked him over. His eyes were half-closed, clearly embarrassed but powerless in his current state. “What do they even think when they take these pills? It’s not like the side effects are a secret.”

Ruby giggled, her hands slick with lube as she worked her own patient’s erection. “Yeah, well, men are always thinking with their dicks, right?” She glanced over at Jasmine, shaking her head. “This guy can’t even make eye contact.”

“Can you blame him?” Carla chimed in from across the room. She was handling a man who looked to be in his 70s, his face flushed as he tried to stay conscious. “I mean, we’re literally jerking them off into containers.”

Jasmine shrugged, her gloved hand moving rhythmically up and down, her patient groaning softly. “It’s not like we have a choice. If we don’t do this, their brains will stay deprived of blood. We’re doing them a favor.”

The head nurse walked over, glancing at Jasmine’s patient, her eyes flicking between the man’s vitals and the container that was already halfway full with cum. She sighed softly. “Jasmine, if you want to speed things up, remember what I showed you last week. A little pressure on the prostate can work wonders.”

Jasmine nodded, pulling her patient’s hips slightly to the edge of the bed. With a practiced motion, she slipped a gloved finger up the man’s ass, pressing against his prostate as she continued stroking. Almost immediately, his cock twitched violently, and thick ropes of cum spurted into the container. The man let out a strangled groan, his body spasming as the release took over.

“See?” Mariana said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “A little extra effort can save you a lot of time.”

Carla laughed softly as she finished with her own patient, watching as his cum finally filled the container at the side of the bed. “You’re a genius, Mariana.”

“Just efficient,” the head nurse replied with a wink, moving on to check the next patient.

The girls resumed their work, but their conversation flowed easily as always.

“So, what color lipstick are you wearing today, Ruby?” Jasmine asked as she moved on to her second patient, a young white guy with a painfully swollen cock that practically throbbed in her hand. She lubed him up with quick, fluid motions, getting into her rhythm once again.

“Oh, this? It’s Crimson Glow, from LuxeBeauty,” Ruby said, glancing up for a moment with a smile. “I swear by it. It doesn’t budge, even in this place.”

Just then, the head nurse Mariana overheard, raising an amused eyebrow as she walked over. “Ruby, we’ve talked about this. No using your mouth! If you start that, we’ll have every patient here expecting a VIP service. We’re already busy enough.”

Ruby gave a sheepish grin, shrugging. “Hey, just trying to save time.”

Mariana rolled her eyes, stifling a chuckle. “Hands only, Ruby. We don’t need these guys lining up like it’s a buffet.”

Mariana watched the girls with a faint smirk on her lips. They were good at what they did, but she liked that they didn’t take it all too seriously. After all, how could anyone take this job seriously? The men, too ashamed to meet their eyes, were the victims of their own poor decisions. The nurses just had to clean up the mess.

“Just remember to rotate the hips if you’re having trouble with release,” Mariana called out. “You want to make sure you’re hitting the right angle.”

Ruby adjusted her patient’s hips, her gloved finger pressing lightly against his prostate, and just like that, he came violently into the container, his body convulsing with the **** of it.

“Thank God,” Ruby muttered, laughing. “That was taking forever.”

The head nurse strolled by, inspecting the results with a raised eyebrow. “Quick thinking. See? You’re learning.”

As the girls worked their way down the line, they kept up the idle chatter, mixing makeup tips, gossip about their boyfriends, and the latest news from the world outside the hospital walls.

“You hear about that guy who came in last night?” Carla asked, her hands moving deftly as her patient, a man in his late 30s, began to twitch beneath her touch. “Took two pills at once. His wife brought him in. Said he’s been hard for three days.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “What an idiot. Why do they think more is better?”

Ruby chuckled, wiping down her patient, who had just finished. “Because men. That’s why.”

The head nurse let out a soft laugh as she walked past them, her clipboard tucked under her arm. “Keep it moving, girls. We’ve got a full day ahead of us.”