As the new nurse, Jane was eager to please her patients. She took her time to get to know each one, learning about their likes and dislikes, in hopes of providing them with the best care possible. When she was tasked with bringing an older patient, George, to his room, she expected him to be quite frail and weak. She anticipated helping him to his bed and making sure he was comfortable for the rest of his stay. Little did she know that George had other plans altogether.
Jane walked into the room and smiled softly at George as she helped him to his feet. He was seemingly confused at first but then grinned weakly at her, returning the kind gesture. She helped him walk to his bed, his body trembling slightly as he moved. Once he was settled, she turned to leave, thinking her job was done for the day. But suddenly, she felt a strong grip on her arm. George had grabbed her tightly, pulling her close to him.
"Stay here for a moment," he whispered. His eyes shone with an odd intensity that made Jane uneasy. But she obliged, thinking he simply wanted some company. As she stood there, he reached over to the nearby commode and pulled out his hospital bedpan. He looked at her with a sinister grin, handing her the object wordlessly. It was clear what he wanted her to do.
Confusion clouded Jane's mind as she took the pan from him. "What are you-?" She started to say, but stopped as she felt his rough grip on her arm tighten painfully. Her lips quivered slightly as she realized that resistance would be futile against this sick man. She swallowed hard and knelt down beside him, her heart thundering in her chest.
With shaking hands, she cleaned the pan and placed it under George's rear end. His ample girth towered over her, casting a shadow over her face. She could smell the sour, foul odor of his feces, and it made her gag slightly. Steeling herself, she waited for him to release his bowels. She flinched as the first nasty turd dropped out, splattering onto the floor. She looked up at him in horror, expecting him to reprimand her. Instead, he smiled again, his thin lips curled into a sinister grin.
"Better hurry up," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. Jane felt her stomach churn as he continued to soil himself in front of her. She worked quickly, doing her best to clean up the mess he left behind. When he was done, she was covered in filth - both from his feces and her own sweat. She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes from shock and disgust.
"Please stop," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this."
But George only laughed, a cold, dark laugh that sent chills down her spine. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her towards the bed. Before she knew what was happening, he was on top of her, his bare ass pressing into her face. He grunted, his weight on her chest making it difficult to breathe as he forced his ass into her mouth. She groaned, her gag reflex kicked in as his poop coated her tongue and the back of her throat. She tried to push him off, but he was too strong for her.
"Swallow it all," he growled, gripping her head tightly. Jane could feel some of the poop oozing out of her nose as she tried to take in air. She felt helpless and violated as he used her mouth as a toilet. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally got off her, leaving her mouth filled with the taste of excrement. She gagged and coughed, trying desperately to clear her throat. When she finally found the strength to speak, she begged him to let her go.
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as George grabbed her by the arms and threw her roughly onto the bed. He quickly pulled down her scrubs, revealing her bare ass. He smeared her fresh skin with his feces, coating her body in filth. She screamed as he grabbed a nearby butt plug and forced it into her ass, stretching her sphincter wide. He then penetrated her asshole with his hard cock, claiming her body as his toilet. She cried out in pain and disgust, her voice muffled by the mattress beneath her.
He started fucking her anally, his thrusts hard and merciless. Jane felt like she was being torn apart as he used her body as a toilet, relentlessly pumping his waste into her. She writhed on the bed, her cries growing weaker with each passing moment. He was relentless in his pursuit, determined to defile her completely. She felt his hot semen spurt inside her, filling her up with his revolting seed.
Finally, he pulled out of her, leaving her ass gaping and sore. But Jane's torment wasn't over yet. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth back onto his asshole, forcing her to eat every last drop of his waste. She swallowed, feeling like she was choking on her own vomit. When she could no longer hold it in, she spit it out onto the floor. He watched her with a twisted smile, his eyes glinting with madness.
"Good girl," he crooned, wiping the remaining traces of his feces from her face. Then he leaned in close, his hot breath on her neck. "Now it's time for a nap." He pulled the covers over them both, leaving Jane trapped in the stench of shit and broken dreams. She lay there soiled and broken, wondering how her life had brought her to this moment.
As she drifted off, she could only pray that this nightmare would end soon.
