Chapter 8
Doris and Rhonda searched the whole hospital and failed to find Andy. Dr. Landes, being of separate tastes, conducted a separate search. He, too, failed to find Andy.
The closest they came was when they did discover Miss Sharborne's secret room. It was an old supply room which was believed to have been sealed with concrete twenty years earlier. Miss Sharborne had opened the door to it, yet had kept it obscured by a heavy maroon curtain which hung over the entire wall. Clever bitch, that Miss Sharborne, evil and cunning, too.
But the discovery of Miss Sharborne's secret room in no way helped the ladies save Andy's evolving manhood. In fact, being that close and yet that far only frustrated the ladies more. They never for a moment suspected that Miss Sharborne might have been able to smuggle the youngster out of the hospital.
Doris and Rhonda searched for several hours. Finally they collapsed in despair in one of the nurses' lounges. They collapsed in each other's arms just as much as they collapsed in despair and disgust.
"My poor little Andy," sobbed Doris. "He's gone forever. I'll never see him again."
"And if you do," added Rhonda, "that wonderful penis he had won't be there."
"Damn that Renetta Sharborne!" cursed Doris. "I'll tear every hair out of her cunt for this. Every hair. One at a time with a pair of tweezers!"
"We can have her fired for this, too," added Rhonda. "And don't think she doesn't deserve it!"
But the ladies were unable to console themselves with words alone. Their bodies were craving for little Andy. Their cunts were on fire thinking of the boy. For, during every minute of their hours of searching, they were thinking about what a delightful and big cock the boy had. Their vaginas screamed for intercourse. Yet Andy was nowhere to be found.
Rhonda, in full view of the many other nurses in the lounge, put her arm around Doris and gave her a full kiss and the cheek as well as a big hug of comfort.
"Life must go on, I guess," said Rhonda. "Even if Andy won't be with us any longer."
"Oh, Rhonda," said Doris. "Life in the hospital can be so cruel. Dr. Landes was right. The little boys you fall in love with will always break your heart in the end." And she buried her face in Rhonda's shoulder and sobbed freely.
Then Doris let her head rise to where her lips met with Rhonda's. Doris had no shame in kissing so freely and passionately before all the other nurses who were staring at her in that lounge. Doris was what she was and wanted to be accepted for that. If only more people would be so wonderfully candid in their sexual preferences.
Of course, many nurses did stare at the two ladies as they kissed in the french fashion. And the stares were even harder and more lasting when Doris gave way to temptation and let her hand press against Rhonda's firm and highly desirable right bosom.
"Oh, Doris," said Rhonda. "At least the two of us have learned to love each other."
"Yes, my darling. Crisis has brought us together." And there, before the murmurs of several other nurses, Doris began to unbutton Rhonda's clothes.
"I must thank Crisis for you."
"And I for you," Rhonda said.
They two girls kiss deeply.
Doris continued to unbutton Rhonda.
"Please," said Rhonda, pushing Doris' loving hand away for an instant. "Maybe we shouldn't. I-I-" Rhonda was beginning to stammer. Her words were failing her.
"Yes?" prodded Doris. "Please tell me."
"I must have-a-a little boy," said Rhonda. "A tongue or another cunt won't satisfy me now. I must have a young boy!"
At first Doris was hurt. Then the logic of Rhonda's words cut through her soul like a hot knife through chicken shit. Of course! A young boy! That's exactly how Doris felt, too.
Doris realized that she might have gone to bed and made love at that moment with Rhonda. But, Doris knew, then she would be ready to go out and find another boy. Of course! A woman couldn't substitute for Andy! Another boy had to.
"Shall we go over t to the teenage ward?" suggested Doris. And the ladies nodded. Yes, indeed. The teenage ward was the only place where happiness could be so readily found.
And the ladies quickly rose after a final kiss on the lips. And they walked out of the nurses' lounge hand in hand, not caring a bit about the puritanical whispers and utterances of the other nurses. What a modern couple Rhonda and Doris were!
As it happened, the ward had just received a new patient. He was a cute but pudgy little boy named Alvin. He was in the hospital to have his tonsils removed the next morning. It was love at first sight. As soon as the ladies saw Alvin's corpulent little body tucked into a white hospital tunic, they just had to have him. That's the way desire is.
"Your name is Alvin Smiley?" Doris said to the boy as the two nurses approached his bed.
"Yes," he said. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Something wrong?" repeated Doris. "Not in the slightest. We just came to welcome you to Rittenhouse Hospital. We are your personal nurses."
"I didn't know I had personal nurses," he said. He was on the rolly-poly side, but he was cute never the less. The ladies could hardly wait to get a peak at Alvin's wang. Maybe it, too, was chubby. Wouldn't that be fun?
"We have to ask you a few questions," Rhonda said.
"So just come with us," added Doris. And the boy hopped from his bed and followed the nurses. They led him to the same room which Doris shared with two other girls. Fortunately again, the room was empty. This time Doris was more careful and locked the door behind her.
"What kind of a room is this?" Alvin asked as he waddled in and heard the door lock behind him.
"This is my bedroom, Alvin," Doris said. "How old are you?"
"Ten," he said.
"Goodness!" blurted out Rhonda in genuine surprise. "You're such a big fellow for your age."
The nurses were treating him like a little prince. He was quite pleased. 'The doctors say I'm very advanced for ten years," he explained proudly.
"Advanced?" asked Rhonda.
"In what way?" Doris asked.
"Golly," said the pudgy little fellow with the fresh boyish face, "I don't know. The doctor says I'm very big for my age."
"In what way, big?"
"In every way," he said with a smile.
"I'll bet you are," said Doris with obvious glee. "But why don't we check?"
"What will you check, nurse?" he asked.
"Do you know what a penis is?" she asked him. And he grew red in the face and nodded.
"Are you embarrassed by that?" Rhonda asked. And he nodded his head. The nurses would have to help him over his shyness. They'd be doing him a great service.
"As nurses, we must check your penis for disease," said Rhonda. "So we'll check in for length, too."
"Please remove your tunic," said Doris. 'This is an important medical process so please don't resist."
The boy gave them a frightened look and then slowly began to pull his tunic up over his head.
Yet, when he pulled the tunic completely off, he looked back to the nurses and discovered that they, too, were removing their clothes. He watched in astonishment as Doris pulled off that garment which covered her breasts. Then he saw the breasts, nipples and all. He liked them. And he looked at Rhonda's bare nipples, too, trying to decide which of two sets he liked better.
But then he saw what little boys can grow up to crave. Pussy! Two big black pussies between the nurses' long lean white legs.
How excited he was. Even at the age of ten he knew that this was quite sensual and erotic.
"Has your penis ever gotten hard?" asked Rhonda. The boy shook his head. And the nurses' hearts sank. What good was he if his rod wasn't there yet? Well, they could try. There's a first time to everything.
They looked at his little chubby body. He was a trifle overweight and even had a plump little potbelly which overhung his jewels. It was quite cute, actually. And it made Rhonda want to put his entire little genitalia in her mouth.
"These tests may seem strange," she warned the boy. "Just obey us completely and everything will turn out all right for everyone."
The boy nodded. Rhonda sat him down on a bed and leaned over him, squatting on his ankles and leaning forward. She took his entire genital mass in her mouth and sucked it with her tongue. How that nurse loved to suck boycock! But what nurse doesn't?
"Now Alvin," said Doris as she squatted down on the bed right next to the boy and the other nurse. "While Miss Rhonda is examining your penis, I want you to put your hand right here."
She took his hand and pulled it into her hairy spot. At first it felt very strange to his boyish touch. But he knew that the nurses were there to help him. And they wouldn't do anything that wasn't right.
Alvin giggled as Rhonda's tongue flicked his penis around in her mouth. It felt good, quite good. She began to huff and puff and blow into his little spout. That wonderful nurse was trying to give him his first erection. But, what the hell? His testicles hadn't even descended yet. She might just as well have tried to get a bull to fuck a tuna fish.
Rhonda pushed her breasts around the boy and trapped his flaccid little rod between her nipples. Yet all he'd do was look up at her and giggle. And his hand in Miss Doris' cunt wasn't doing the job right either. He just wasn't rubbing right. Suddenly he found something different in her cunt. It was her clit.
He decided to get cute, so he brought his thumb and forefinger together with the clitoris between them. And he pinched with all the force his little fingers could muster.
"Weeooww!" wailed Doris, jumping up like a bat out of hell. She had never experienced such pain as a pinched clit.
"Holy fucking shit!" she wailed as Rhonda looked at her in fear and ignorance of what had happened.
"The little motherfucker pinched my clit!" wailed Doris. "Holy fuck shit!" She gasped and was almost doubled over in pain. "How the fuck would you like it if I stuck a knitting needle through your dick?" she screamed at the boy. And she was just about to kick at his balls when she heard someone knock at the door.
The ladies froze. Rhonda put her hand over Alvin's mouth so he couldn't say anything. The ladies decided to remain still and pretend they weren't there.
The knocking rapped a second time. Then a third. Then a voice of a man.
"Open up, Doris!" said the voice. "I know you're in there."
The ladies still were silent. They couldn't quite recognize the voice.
"It's Dr. Landes," said the voice again. "And I know where we can find Andy!"
Andy! In the pain of the pinched clit, Doris had almost forgotten about Andy. But the mere mention of that little fellow again set her heart fluttering. How good Andy was with both his hands and his balls and his penis. None of this pinched clit or too young to erect stuff. Oh, how Doris loved Andy. How she wanted him back again!
Yet she knew that when she saw him he might already have been castrated by Miss Sharborne. All she could do was hope. And run to Andy's side.
Rhonda and Doris flung open the door and saw Dr. Landes standing there with Felicia Quaine.
"Who's this?" demanded Doris of Landes. She didn't like strange women being brought to her quarters while she was there with company. And while she asked that question, Felicia looked past Doris and Rhonda to see Alvin's chubby little body lying there nude.
When Alvin looked up and gave Felicia a big smile she averted her eyes and looked back to Doris and Rhonda.
"This is Miss Sharborne's former roommate," said Dr. Landes. "She says that Miss Sharborne has Andy at her apartment. She's planning to operate on him to remove his testicles and make him a girl."
"The fucking degenerate!" cursed Doris. But there was no time to waste. Alvin was returned quickly to his bed in the ward. Then the four of them, Doris, Rhonda, Dr. Landes and Felicia ran down the hospital corridor to the exits.
" "We'll need a cab!" said Landes. "Well take an ambulance!" Landes was thinking of what a nice big penis Andy had, too. That's why he was in such a rush to bail out the little fellow.
And away they went. They roared through the city streets toward Renetta's building, the siren blaring every inch of the way.
The ambulance screeched to a halt before Miss Sharborne's building. The four leaped out of the ambulance and raced into the building. Up the first elevator they went and they arrived at the door to the apartment where Andy was being held.
There was no noise from within the apartment. Not a sound. They listened for a few seconds and then began to pound fiercely on the door.
After several seconds of banging and knocking they heard a voice from within.
"All right, all right," said the voice. "I'm coming. I'm coming." It was Renetta's voice. The door opened, and Renetta stood there nude before them.
The first thing that Doris could think of doing was to bring a swift knee up into Renetta's pussy. The knee whammed hard against her pussy bone and made her yelp in pain. Then Felicia smacked her in the breasts with two fierce shots from a tight dykish clenched fist. Rhonda yanked at her hair and belted her over the head with her nurse's handbag. Renetta tumbled naked to the floor begging for their mercy. They pushed her inside the apartment and slammed the door.
"Where is he!" screamed Doris. "Where is he!"
Renetta motioned to the bedroom. "The operation is over, however," she said. And Doris kicked her in the right breast.
"Was it a success, dearie?" snarled Felicia. "Did it work? Do you have another little girlfriend now?"
Renetta, still reeling from her beating, shook her head and raised her eyes to meet the gaze from queer old Dr. Landes.
"It was a failure," she said. "I ruined everything."
Doris gasped and ran into the bedroom. There lay Andy naked on the bed. He was very still. And he had a small wash cloth covering his crotch. Doris couldn't even tell whether his nuts were still there or not.
The boy's body was too still. Absolutely too still.
"Is he...?" gasped Doris. "Dead?" asked Renetta as she staggered to her feet.
"Yes. Is he dead?"
Renetta paused for a long time. Then she spoke. "No," she said, "he's not dead. He's very much alive."
"Are his...?" gulped Doris as she gazed at the rag covering the boy's crotch. She feared castration. The operation had taken place, or so she was told.
"Are his nuts still there?" asked Renetta, speaking the question which was on all their minds. "Yes," she said with a sad nod. "His balls are there and are virtually better than ever."
Curious looks formed on everyone's face. Renetta continued. "He's still out from the anesthesia I gave him at the hospital. He won't wake up until late this afternoon."
"Then what went wrong?" asked Landes. "What in hell's gone on up here?"
Landes watched carefully as Doris pulled the washcloth off Andy's balls. They were all there and they were untouched. And so was that big long piece of meat that dangled from the top of the nuts.
"I injected him before I was about to operate," said Renetta. "I thought I was giving him some female hormones which I stole from the hospital. But after I gave the injection I took another look at the bottle. I'd injected him with the wrong toxin."
"Great Scott!" bellowed the gay old doctor. "What did you shoot the boy up with?"
"A dose of short-termed male hormones," she said. "A very strong dose," Renetta told Landes the exact formula as she had copied it from the bottle.
"What effect will that have, doctor?" asked Doris. And Landes had to think for a moment before he could answer.
"It's used normally on men who have trouble fucking," he said. It give them a twenty-four hour spree of intense sexual desire. I'd say that a man can fuck every half hour for about ten hours after being injected."
"So when Andy wakes up," said Doris, "he'll have ten hours in which he'll want to do nothing but fuck?"
Landes thought. "Yes," he said after a moment. "Without question, Andy will want to fuck every half hour or so."
Rhonda began to smile. "And he's such a cute little boy," she said.
Felicia put Renetta in a set of leather straps which Renetta had left out. Then Landes put the cruel bitch in a straight jacket and drove her back to the ambulance. She would have her choice between resignation or a psychiatric examination. She would eventually choose resignation and leave the hospital forever.
Landes returned after Renetta had been taken . to the hospital and locked up in an observation room. It was a local scandal that a woman like that would have ever been hired.
So Landes, Felicia, Doris and Rhonda sat around Andy's bed for the whole afternoon. Even Felicia, who had never been fucked by anything other than a woman, wanted to try Andy.
Andy was going to wake up with a terribly intense sexual desire. He would want to try anything and anyone. He would be a little twelve year old sexual glutton for the next ten hours, even with that cast on his arm.
It was a medical problem, of course. And the hospital staff would be right there when he woke up. Right there and ready to help him.