Alone in his room, Johnny felt a familiar ache spreading through his groin. This time, it was more intense than ever before. He tried to ignore it, hoping that the pain would subside soon, but it only grew stronger. Johnny knew he needed help; he had heard about "scat nurses" who could assist patients like him.
After a moment's hesitation, he picked up his phone and dialed a number he had found online. A soft female voice answered on the second ring.
"Hello, this is the SCATHUNTER hotline," she said, her voice cold and business-like. "How can I assist you today?"
Johnny took a deep breath. "Yes, hello. I'm... I'm in need of a nurse."
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line. "Yes, we understand. What kind of nurse are you in need of?"
"A... scat nurse," Johnny answered, his heart pounding in his chest.
The woman on the other end sighed theatrically. "Well, that's quite the request. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Johnny hesitated again. He knew this was strange, but his need was too great to ignore. "Yes, I'm positive. Please, I really need your help."
After a few more exchanges of information, the woman gave him an address and told him to be there at midnight. Johnny hung up the phone, feeling both excited and nervous about what was to come.
As he waited for midnight, Johnny tried to calm his nerves with a few deep breaths. Finally, at exactly midnight, there was a knock at his door. He opened it to find a tall woman standing there, dressed in scrubs and a nurse's hat. Her butt was unnaturally big, almost like it had been inflated to maximum capacity.
"You must be Johnny," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I'm Vanessa." She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, locking it with a small click.
Johnny swallowed hard as he looked at her. She was even more beautiful up close, her plump behind swaying hypnotically with every step. "W-wow," he stammered. "You're really... really big."
Vanessa smirked, clearly enjoying the attention. "Thank you, sweetheart. Now let's get started. Do you want to start with some piss?" She leaned against the wall, her hands moving to her mouth as she expertly pulled her pants down to her ankles.
Johnny nodded eagerly, moving closer to her. As he watched, mesmerized, she pulled out her cock and began to piss into his mouth. The warmth of her pee combined with the intense pressure of her stream sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.
When she was finished, she pulled her pants back up and turned around, revealing a gaping hole in her scrubs. "Now it's time for some real medicine," she purred, reaching back to grab a handful of her own shit.
Johnny couldn't believe what was happening, but at the same time, he couldn't stop himself from opening his mouth and accepting her offering. Her shit tasted amazing, like the sweetest strawberry milkshake he had ever had. And when she pulled her hand back, he noticed with a start that it was covered in his own cum.
Vanessa grinned at him. "That's it, sweetheart. Now you've taken your full dose of medicine. Do you feel better?"
Johnny nodded, his heart still racing. He felt a warmth spreading through his body, a sense of calm and well-being that he had never experienced before.
As they left the room, hand in hand, Johnny realized that he was addicted to this feeling. He couldn't imagine ever going back to a normal, healthy life again. And as long as there were people like Vanessa out there to help him, he never had to.
