You awake to another dreary day in the spinal injury ward of the hospital. Now out of traction, you are still largely confined to bed and in an extreme neck brace, which you're told will help your fused spine heal properly. Still on medication, you spend your days drifting in an out of sleep, noting the passage of time only by how often meals are left for you. Though you receive visitors almost every day, boredom has become your common foe as each day blends into the next.
You long for some excitement, some life, some release from the bonds of your medical prison. As you awake this day, you resign yourself to the unlikelihood of any of those results, and slowly, with great difficulty, eat the breakfast delivered to you by the sallow faced girl from the cafeteria. Despite her obvious homeliness, you find yourself pondering carnal encounters with her nearly every day, as your sexual frustration increases with your boredom. Though you would normally not have given the girl the time of day, your inability to comfortable take care of things yourself has left you in a state of sexual desperation.
As your day drags on, you drift to sleep in the early afternoon, tired of the meagre fare provided by day time television. After an indeterminate amount of time passes, you find yourself suddenly awakened by a soft touch on your arm. You are groggy with medication and sleep, and blink your eyes repeatedly to clear their bleariness as you scan to find the source of your wakefulness.
"Its time for your sponge bath, hun." A woman's voice says to your right, as he hands begin to pull back your blankets.
With your limited ability to turn your head, you scan with your eyes and catch just a few glimpses of the nurse as she prepares her sponge, basin, and warm water for you. Her long dark brown hair cascades down her back, and you cannot fail to notice her voluptuous figure as she moves in front of you to introduce herself.
"Hello Andrew," she says "I'm nurse Lucia. I was just transferred from the pre-natal ward today, so I'll be doing your rounds a few times a week from now on."
You are startled by the energy and life in her deep brown eyes, and by the fullness of her lips, as they almost sensuously pronounce each word. As she bends to examine your chart, you catch a view down her button up white nurse's gown, and see that he ample cleavage is restrained by a frilly white bra. You instantly feel your cock begin to harden as she stands back up and smiles widely at you.
"I see your recovery is going well! Hopefully we'll have you out of here in no time!"
You begin to question your desire to escape the hospital given the possibility of seeing this brown eyed angel on a daily basis. You shudder involuntarily as she begins to undress you with a soft but professional touch, and are painfully aware that your raging erection will be revealed in mere moments as she pulls your backless gown off of your arms. Your face flush with embarrassment, you stare at her face waiting for her expected shock, horror and disgust. You certainly receive one of the expected emotions, as shock plays out clearly on her lightly tanned face. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, nurse Lucia stares at your engorged missile as it lays on your stomach.
"Oh my god..." she utters, and then, surprisingly follows it with "You poor man! Your balls look ready to burst!"
Shocked yourself now, you gaze downwards to find her assessment not far from the mark. The weeks without release had left their mark on you, and your balls are easily the size of large eggs, pulling your scrotum taught with their swollen contents. Your sack seems to shine, the skin is pulled so tightly over your balls so as to make it seem literally about to burst. You blush a bright red and attempt to stammer an insufficient response to the nurse, but are cut off mid-sentence.
