“Because I have something for you… something no one else but you wants. You promise you won’t check out on me?”
“OK.”
She gently lifted his hands, kissed them, then placed them on her breasts.
He gasped.
“Go ahead, explore… as long as you stay stable. Excited and lusty is OK; upset and wanting to die is not.”
Tentatively, he gave each one a gentle squeeze, then looked back up at her face. She smiled and nodded. His gaze returned to where his hands were, and he squeezed and moved them a little more.
“You like them?”
“Like them?! I’ve never been allowed to touch breasts anywhere close to this nice!” he enthused. “Thank you so much!” Tears were coming back.
“Those better be happy tears!” she warned.
He nodded.
“You know what? I have an idea” she said. “If you’ll please let me go have a chat with my colleagues, I think we can make this a whole lot better for both of us. I promise I’ll be right back—and that we’re not done with this yet.”
“I need some private time with Mr. Evans, immediately” Becky told Head Nurse Melissa. “It’s really important we not be interrupted.”
“OK. No problem.” Melissa handed her a Do Not Disturb sign to adhere to the door.
Becky locked the door behind her on the way in, and was greeted with Mr. Evans grinning and his sheet poking up rather obviously in a very expected location. “You really are glad to see me, aren’t you?”
“Always. And usually in this way.” He tapped his erection through the top of the sheet.
Back at his bedside, she bent over provocatively, brought her face nearly to the point of touching his, and softly said, “The door’s locked. I made sure no one will disturb us. This shirt’s feeling awfully tight!…. I’d like you to unbutton it… for me.”
She tore her gaze off his delighted grinning face for just a moment to confirm that his vitals were strong, stable, and in an optimal range, which they all were. Some edged slightly high from excitement, otherwise they were the best she’d seen from him.
Once he finished unbuttoning her top, she pulled it off and tossed it on a chair. She didn’t need to ask whether he liked her breasts, though she did need to ask about something else. “The belly too? You like it?”
He put his arms around her sides and gently guided her as close as she could get whilst standing, then kissed her exposed upper belly—North Belly—over and over, lovingly. “I like all your fat body parts” he answered dreamily.
She’d never heard of such a desire. “While I try to wrap my head around that, why don’t you get back to exploring my breasts. No one’s visited them for a very long time.”
He did so, but through her bra, which isn’t what she expected. “Do you want to unhook it or would you prefer I do it?” she asked.
“May I?” he asked with a tone of wonder.
“Please. Front hooks, staring right at ’cha.”
Tight hooks. He had trouble.
“Pull ’em in towards each other, fairly hard.”
“Won’t that hurt you? By squishing your… breasts together?”
“Not unless you intend to keep ’em squeezed tight continuously for over 20 minutes. They’re more resilient than one might think.”
He pulled the hooks firmly towards each other and met with success. Several undone hooks and a gradual release of each side later, her massive mams flowed out and down, completely exposed in their full majesty.
“Whoooaaaah!” is all he could say.
She used the pause of admiration to fully remove and toss aside the bra. The mammary motions added further to his marveling.
Back at his bedside, she again leaned over. “Have at ’em.”
He played with them every which way: squeezes, fondles, bounces, squishes, licks, sucks, nipple nibbles. She hadn’t seen a look of awe like his on a human’s face for years. Last time was probably about 5 years prior, seeing her cousin Anne’s infant daughter staring in awe at a mobile above her crib. Come to think of it, she’d only seen gazes of pure wonder like this on infants and young children… until now.
Dean’s world was one of immersion in breast lust. All worldly thoughts, definitely including all his worries, vanished for quite a few minutes. When they started to drift back, he realized that he truly could now die a happy and fulfilled man, having experienced great big soft fat breasts!
She leaned in further so her mams could whack his head from each side and cascade over his face, sending renewed rivers of pleasure flowing through him… and more than a little pleasure through herself as well.
He came up for air after a few minutes of full breast immersion, with a smile which could melt granite.
“Have you ever had breast sex?” she asked.
“No” he shyly responded.
“Would you like to?”
“Really? Yes please!”
She moved down and leaned back over the bed as soon as he pulled away the sheet, swaying her upper body so that each of her boobs crashed and bumped into his hard wang like soft, sexy wrecking balls trying to pleasure a lusty skyscraper. “My hands or yours?”
“Mine, please.”
With high delight, he again gently squeezed each breast from the side, squishing them towards each other and engulfing his prong in pure-sex fat softness. He humped away for only a couple of minutes as she watched and smiled, before exploding deep within her squish-enhanced cleavage.
An unexpected giggle escaped her lips as she wiggled her upper body during the start of afterglow.
“How do we do this now? I didn’t arrange for a towel.”
“Just let ’em free when you’re ready. I’ll change whatever needs changing. It’s my job, after all.” She winked, as unexpected to her as it was to him—very much like her giggle.
After cleaning up her own front with a warm, damp washcloth, Becky cleaned up Dean.
“How do I make it up to you?” he asked as she worked.
“Make what up to me?”
“Pleasuring you however you might like, as you did me.”
“There’s no need. You do realize that a lot of women enjoy having someone they love play with their breasts, don’t you? I’m one of those.”
“I’d read that, but didn’t think it was true.”
“Well it is for me.” She sat down, pulling her chair as close to the bed as possible, so he could still reach her jugs of joy. “Probably not just me, though. Something about evolution ensuring that mammalian mothers would successfully nourish their offspring. Pleasure principle, I expect.”
“I wanna be fair, not selfish and greedy. Do you like having orgasms?”
Far too tough a question for Becky, who didn’t tend to think along those lines. She decided to channel his intentions another direction. “You truly wanna make it up to me?”
“Yes!”
“Then Get. Well.” She nose-doinked him with her nose to emphasize each word. “Thrive… so we can do this again… and other sexy stuff.”
“You’d let me do this again… with you?”
“Yes. This and more, as long as you keep healing.”
“But I don’t even have a home to take you to, much less a bed!”
“Don’t worry about it!” Her voice was stern, insistent, and loving, all at once. “Seriously Dean, worry is making you at least as ill as Crohn’s Disease! You’re not in this all by yourself. Other people care about you and want you to regain health and thrive—one of us in part so you’ll keep playing with her fat boobs and flattering her.”
As composure returned to Becky, she noticed the time. “Oh shit!”
“What?”
“I’m late for a meeting!” Fervently, she struggled into her bra and threw her top back on. “It’s just down the hall—daily staff meeting.” The buttons around her belly and bust seemed even more difficult to fasten than they had early this same morning. “I’ll be back soon as it’s over, probably about half an hour. “You heal! Take a nap, meditate, think good thoughts—whatever. We’ll finish our afterglow later… or maybe play some more.”
He marveled yet again as this beautiful woman swayed and swished swiftly out of the room, unlocking the door and leaving it in its normally fully open position.
This rather intense Wednesday turned out to be productive in the long run. Over the ensuing days, Dean stayed true to his word: he focused on healing thoughts and positive over negative thinking, despite it being one of life’s most difficult challenges for him. Becky stayed true to her word: sharing her naked breasts with him became an almost daily event, the exceptions being days when meetings or helping the other nurses with an emergency pulled her away. For her, it was one of the easiest and most pleasurable things she’d ever done as a nurse.
Taking SNS up to this higher level paid off handsomely: Dean continued to improve. His vitals stabilized, some of his strength returned via his exercising (sometimes with her help), and he even gained a little weight, bringing him away from the scary-hairy edge of starvation malnourishment back towards still too thin yet with a tiny safety margin.
She still wasn’t fully comfortable with his lust for her other fat body parts. Even so, going around the closed-door room topless at work for usually at least an hour or two each day and being admired nearly every minute she was there—topless or fully clothed—absolutely reinforced her self-esteem.
