All Jenkinseses are 18+.
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At least the nurse’s hands are warmer than Mr Thompson’s, Jenkins thought as the woman palpated his chest gently. “Do you think you’ll be able to make the swelling go down?” he pleaded.
“Perhaps.” The nurse reserved her opinion. She wasn’t sure if this was swelling, at least not entirely. While the upper surface of (what could only be termed) the young man’s breasts did indeed appear to be edema, beneath that she felt firm flesh, like the budding of real breast tissue. And that ass certainly felt like the genuine article.
She’d asked the young man to remove all his clothes, mostly to examine him fully, partly because the sight of jenkin’s cock peeking out from between his plump thighs was the only visual confirmation she had that she was talking to a male. When Jenkins had stepped into her office with that ashamed expression, she'd automatically assumed he was a girl attending either for tampons or birth control, and he'd almost fled in humiliation at being offered them.
Her fingers studied the swollen nipples and stretched areolae. “And the swelling goes down a little less each time? And comes back worse every time you’re stung?”
The young man nodded fearfully. “Is it permanent?”
Again the nurse bit her tongue. “Mr Thompson should have sent you here sooner.”
“Actually, he didn’t. I came here myself. He told me not to bother you.”
“Did he now?” the nurse said acidly. “I’ll be having personal words with Mr Thompson.” Particularly in regards to the quality of the medical advice he’d been giving. Advice like “try sucking the swelling out of your own engorged nipples while I watch”. And she was quite sure the ‘cream’ Mr Thompson had given Jenkins to rub into his ass and chest had been of the whipped variety.
She pulled a tape measure from her desk and took the young man’s measurements as if sizing him for lingerie, making a detailed record. “I’ll measure you again at the end of the day. That way we can see if the swelling has gone down or increased.”
“Increased?” Jenkins echoed despairingly. He glanced at the doorway to the nurse’s office. The blurred faces of his male peers could just be seen through the frosted glass peering in at him, and he timidly shifted to conceal his nudity. He’d gained a following around school since the swelling saga started, a gaggle of horny boys following him in the corridors for the sight of his jiggling, bulbous ass. “C-could I stay here until the end of the day?”
The nurse considered it. “I don’t see why not. As long as you make yourself useful. There’s a spare uniform that might just fit.”