Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ========================================================= Preface: This work is copyrighted by the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. This document contains contextual information of an adult nature. Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document immediately. If you are under 21 or you are an adult who does NOT wish to view sexually explicit contextual material, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW! By continuing you are stating that you are an adult and understand that falsely claiming otherwise is unlawful and may result in your prosecution. You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material. The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities between adults and children. If you are the least offended by physical contact of a sexual nature between adults and children, then delete this file and be on your way. None of the events described herein ever took place nor were they influenced by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation. Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if you find yourself aroused. FosterDaddy ---------- Please leave feedback at TheFosterDaddy@gmail.com ========================================================= (Mg, nc, drugs, sleeping, medical) I had spent several weeks in the pediatric unit biding my time. There wasn't much of a need for my particular skill set (lifting heavy patients or restraining violent patients) but I did enjoy working with the kids -- sometimes just infants and sometimes almost 18. It just wasn't part of my "plan". When the phone rang the first morning of my "4" (we work a "3" (three 12 hour days and then have four days off) I almost didn't answer it. But if I got called in on a day off, it meant some serious extra cash. So I answered and, as expected, they seriously needed me to come in. Apparently the flu had hit the hospital hard so not only were rooms pretty full, but many of the nurses were sick as well. I arrived at work that evening at 6:30pm [we did 7-7, typically] and did my shift prep. Normally we have 3 nurses for each unit on the night shift, but we were down to two -- and my partner wasn't feeling well. It was going to be a long night. I checked on patients first, took vitals, administered medication, and then began any "procedures" (measuring urine output, changing catheters, etc.). Then I came to the room of a young girl -- 11 years old, apparently. She was a gymnast and had taken a rough spill, slamming her head into the balance beam. Because of the brain swelling and a pressure release puncture in her skull, she was on a medically induced coma. This was standard procedure, but it did complicate things a bit; we couldn't ask how they were feeling, what they needed or if something hurt. This condition also necessitated the need for a catheter because the patient didn't have enough control of their bladder. And since her procedure had been in the morning, it was obvious that it was time to change hers. Normally a male nurse will switch off with a female nurse if something like a catheter change is required, but I was on my own tonight... and since she wasn't going to wake up, nobody would ever know anyway. I peeled back the blanket and the sheet and checked the catheters placement. The bag was nearly full, so I released the small bulb of air and began to pull out the tube. As the tube pulled out, the oily lubricant began to coat my hands, which made holding onto the catheter very difficult. Next, I tore open the new catheter bag and stretched out the long tube, then I slide the cath into her small urethra and began trying to feed it in. The slickness of the lube made it difficult to hold on to, but eventually I felt it reach its mark. I reached for the inflation bulp and it popped right out of my fingers and onto the bed above the little girls shoulder. I pressed down on the catheter tube to hold it against her small mons pubis so that it wouldn't slip out, and I leaned over her to grab the small bulb... and as I did so, I felt my hand slip down. I knew I would have to reseat the cath, but I grabbed the bulb and leaned back again trying to hold whatever pressure I could on the tube -- and that's when I realized that my hand hadn't slipped DOWN... my middle finger had actually pushed into her vagina. I gasped to myself slightly thinking I must have hurt her -- and then realized that there had been no obstruction there. I remembered hearing that gymnasts had often tore their hymen by the stretching and by slamming down on the pummel bar or balancing beam. It was fascinating. I began to pull back out and then I wondered to myself if I could do it again. I slid my finger back in and continued pushing until I had my finger completely inside. I glanced over my shoulder half expecting someone to be standing there as I fingered this little girl. But it was quiet. I had never considered the possibility of using a patient to satisfy my sexual desires -- let alone one that was sleeping -- and SURELY not a child. Yet here I was... finger fucking a little girl as my hard on was quickly into a rager. I then reached under her gown and began to fondle her little breasts -- really just little puffs with rounded nipple mounds. Her nipples had already stiffened, but they were growing to be more pronounced. I peeled back the cover and began to suck on her left nipple while I fingered her little pussy. That's when I realized that my fingering had began to produce results -- she was getting wet! I pulled my finger out, covered her little titties and crept to the door of her room to survey the hallway. Nobody. I moved back into the room, closed the curtain to give myself added seconds, and pulled this little girls hips to the edge of the hospital bed. Then I pulled out my cock which was now harder than it had ever been in my life. I lifted her legs up onto my chest and then adjusted the bed height so that my cock was level with her little pussy. I spread her little lips and pressed my hard, throbbing cock into that tight little hole. At first I wasn't sure I would get inside her, but then I felt a little "pop" as the mushroomed cock head popped inside. I applied pressure as my cock slowly drove into her little vagina, spreading the tight walls apart. Finally I bottomed out about half way down my cock. I pistoned in to her several times and then wondered if my cock could get through her little cervix. Normally I would never try this, but since she was medically induced into a coma, I knew she would never know what had happened. I felt the small indentation in her cervix at the tip of my cock so I began to push. Nothing was giving. I pulled her hips over the edge of the bed, pushed her knees down along side her chest, and pushed as hard as I could -- and then POP. I felt my cockhead make it through her tiny cervix. The feeling of having completely invading this little girl pushed me over the edge. I began cumming in buckets and filling her little womb with my thick, steaming seed. I staid inside her letting my cock completely drain until it began to soften and slide out on its' own. Then I realized that my cum may leak out of her and it may be noticed by the morning nurse. I placed a pillow under the small of her back and flattened the bed. This position kept the cum inside her as gravity held it in her womb. I would have to come back in and get things situated before the morning shift. Before I left her room, I worked her little clit from its hood and licked and sucked on it. I felt my cock beginning to stir again, so I covered her back up and eased out of the room. I didn't want to spoil a good hard on in sloppy seconds.