This story is fictional, and contains a story involving minors, lesbianism, scat, and masturbation. If this offends you, read no further. I welcome positive descriptive feedback at haraldv1@mail.com
Hannah pulled her pink Hello Kitty panties up, and then her white cable knit tights. She flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom stall to the sink to wash her hands, first pumping out the pink antibacterial gel, then running her hands under the warm water. As she grabbed a paper towel from the rusty old metal dispenser, she stood in front of the full-length mirror in the school's girl's restroom.
She was wearing her normal school uniform, which required a white polo shirt, a dark blue skirt, and saddle shoes, with which she was wearing her preferred white cable-knit tights. Her long reddish brown hair went down to her shoulders, her bangs hanging low and straight above her pale face. Her big brown eyes looked sad from her earlier argument with her mother.
Hannah put on her grey backpack and ran to Room 162, an anatomy and physics lab room, where she had her lunch period. After sitting and putting down her backpack, she unzipped it and pulled out her brown paper bag, which had a chicken salad sandwich, celery sticks, a small carton of milk and a candy bar. She took a few bites of her sandwich, followed by a small sip of milk. Everybody was quiet, not making much conversation. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the light blue walls, old, dusty chalkboard with an AP Physics assignment written on it, a poster of the periodic table, and another of the skeleton.
After a couple of minutes, Hannah was overcome with nausea, and her throat slowly but surely began to tighten up. She placed her sandwich down as calmly as she could and hurried out the door to Room 162 towards a trash can at the end of the hallway of building 100. Her heart started beating very, very quickly as she stood with her head over the trash can, causing her to fall over.
Hannah slowly opened her eyes. She sensed that she was lying down on her back,with covers on her. She could also feel a mask covering her nose and mouth, and a stream of cool oxygen going through the mask to her face. The room she was in was cold and fairly dark, but the door was open to the adjacent hallway, which was bathed in a warm, yellow glow.
"Hey, there, Peanut," a familiar voice called out. It was her friend Heather from the school's soccer team. "What a way to spend your 17th birthday, huh?"
"Hey," said Hannah, sleepily. "I just remember intense nausea and a feeling of needing to vomit. Am I in the hospital?"
"Yes, Hannah", said Heather. "It's Wednesday morning now. Not Monday. I gotta go. Ms. Altman wants to talk to you. Doctor's out there, too. I'll see you tomorrow, probably. K?"
"K, byeee." mumbled Hannah under her oxygen mask.
In came Ms. Altman, the school's nurse, and Erica, the main nurse at St. Luke's. Nurse Erica flipped on a light.
"Now you can actually see people, now, huh?" laughed Nurse Erica. Nurse Erica was a tall, tan, long haired platinum blonde woman of maybe 24. She had on a light blue scrub shirt and pants and white sneakers. Ms. Altman was a petite, pale, redhead whose curly hair was teased back in a ponytail. She had on a gray hoodie and jeans and her school ID.
"Hi, Peanut" she said. "How're you feeling?"
"Just plain beat. I can't believe I was knocked out for two days!" replied Hannah, whose father's nickname for her was Peanut. "But I'm breathing better now. And no nausea anymore. I'm just weak."
Hannah lifted her head up to try to see what Ms. Altman had in her hands. Ms. Altman reached and grabbed Hannah's hand and sat her up. Nurse Erica took Hannah's oxygen mask off.
"You doing OK, sweety?" the nurse asked. Hannah nodded.
"OK", started Ms. Altman. "So...you were tested yesterday for various things to try to see what happened. You had a blood draw, a urinalysis, a fecal sample taken, and finally an allergy test, which is why your left arm looks kinda beat up."
"OK..." said Hannah, quietly.
"So...you have a major peanut allergy which caused you to go into shock." explained Ms. Altman. Hannah's eyes were increasingly fixated on this white object with two yellow rubber bands hanging from it.
"I have a letter from the principal, " Ms. Altman sighed.
"OK," said Hannah, somewhat nervous.
"Dear Hannah," read Ms. Altman from an official letter she was carrying,
"We at Exeter-St. Jude Academy were, and remain, very concerned for your health and safety. We are saddened that you have experienced such a grave medical emergency, and want to do our part to ensure you remain safe throughout the rest of your time at ESJA.
"We hereby must require strict compliance in a few new rules to ensure that safety.
"Every morning, you must be in your normal uniform. In addition, you must arrive wearing one of the disposable masks that Ms. Altman will supply you with. It must be worn properly, with the white face piece snugly over your nose and mouth, and each of the two yellow bands resting on either side of your ears. Ms. Altman will show you how to do this so you can comply.
"You must wear the mask until you arrive at morning homeroom, and must wear it during every transfer period in the hallways. In addition, you must wear the mask during lunch period (for you, period 4). Because of this, you will be entitled to have your own lunch during period 3 instead of 4.
"If you have any concerns or questions, approach the nursing staff or myself as soon as possible. We are here to help."
"Sincerely, Mr. Davis, Headmaster"
Ms. Altman sighed. "OK, I know that was a bit of a bombshell, and I'm sorry."
Hannah sighed. "S'OK." she mumbled. "I wondered what that thing was you had in your hand".
"OK, can you sit up straight?" asked Ms. Altman. "Ooh, nice gown! Sexy!" said Ms. Altman, trying to lighten the mood. Hannah straightened her back and looked forward.
"I'm going to help you this time, just because you're kinda weak right now. But we do need to see how you tolerate this".
Ms. Altman placed the white dust mask she was holding on Hannah's face. She let the yellow bands fall onto her hand as she held the mask in place. She then took the top rubber band and gently laid it just above Hannah's ears. She then took the bottom band and stretched it over Hannah's head and let it rest right below Hannah's ears. Finally, Ms. Altman took her fingers and pinched the metal band on the nose of Hannah's white mask.
"OK, so I need you to leave that on for at least an hour. We're just making sure you can tolerate it when you get back to school." explained Ms. Altman. "Your hospital nurse will come in when you can take it off. I'll see you back at school when you are better".
Hannah laid down in her hospital bed again, staring at the wall and getting used to the feeling of the mask on her face and the warmth of her breath. She grabbed a hand mirror that she saw on the table where her water was. She gazed at her own big brown eyes, then slowly drifting to her nose and mouth, which were now hidden by the thick, bulbous white mask. On it was some tiny writing. Hannah could only make out "8210" and "N95". She wondered what they meant.
Hannah then dozed off.
Some time later, Hannah awoke to a hand on her right arm. Nurse Erica was standing by her bedside.
"OK, m'dear. We need to take that off now." The nurse ran her finger underneath the top band on Hannah's dust mask and took it off Hannah's face. "How are you feeling?"
"OK, I guess. I napped for a long time, I think!" said Hannah, still groggy. "Feeling better, though."
"No nausea?" asked Nurse Erica.
Hannah nodded "no". Still laying down, she turned her head to the right a little bit. Her eyes met Nurse Erica's light green eyes, slowly wandering downward towards her well-tanned, and full, chest and the v-neck on her light blue hospital shirt. Hannah could sense a little bit of a tingle between her legs. In the nurse's left hand was yet another mask. This one resembled the one Hannah's mother made her wear a couple years ago when the family house was being repainted. This one was black, and made of thick silicone. It had thin, pink circular filters on each side. A system of thick, light gray straps hung down from Nurse Erica's hands.
"Hannah, since you are feeling better, we want you to be able to use the playroom. It would be nice for you to be able to get out a bit and mingle. However, because we have allergenic food being served on the floor, we are going to have you wear a mask anytime you venture out of your room. It's our hospital policy that if patients need to wear a mask, they use one of these P100 cartridge respirators.
"Just like with the last one, I'm going to help you into this mask for the first time. You're going to leave it on for another hour to get used to breathing with it on. A couple of girls on this floor are wearing these, so you aren't alone," explained Nurse Erica.
"OK..." Hannah said tentatively as she pushed herself off the bed into sitting position.
Hannah sat straight and faced forward. Nurse Erica slowly brought the mask up. Hannah very quickly looked at the edges and inside of the shiny black mask as it approached her face. Except for the filters, it reminded her of the mask they use to dispense anesthetic gas during a surgery.
As the mask was pressed firmly, but gently, on Hannah's face by Nurse Erica, Hannah breathed in deeply, meeting some resistance and causing an audible hiss. The tingle in her crotch became more noticeable. Her nipples became hard. The nurse laid the top strap harness on the top of her head.
Just then, Nurse Brittney came in. She was about 5 feet tall, with pale skin and dark brown hair in an up do braid. she wore a white cartoon scrub top and pink pants. She was 23, but looked about 15.
Nurse Brittney pulled on the tabs of the mask while Nurse Hannah held the mask on Hannah's face. Hannah felt the mask pull tighter against her face, the soft silicone face piece now firmly pressed against her cheeks and nose, the thick straps hugging her head. She sighed, feeling the resistance of the mask, and hearing a loud hiss.
"How does that feel?", Nurse Erica asked. Hannah breathed deeply a few times, getting used to the resistance and the warmth of the air on her face.
"I'm OK.", Hannah said. "I need to poop, though."
"OK, sweety.", said Nurse Erica, stroking Hannah's head. "We're going to have you use a bed pan. Can you lift your butt up?"
Hannah pushed her hands down against her bed, lifting her behind up. She felt a cold, plastic seat move under her. She noticed her tights were removed at some point, and pink slipper socks were put on her feet. She lowered her rear into the seat of the bed pan and laid back on her pillow to relax.
Hannah began to feel cramps and full in her hips. She pushed, feeling her anus loosen up slowly. She pushed again three times, until she could feel a long snake of sorts ease its way out of her system, into the pan. Her abdomen felt much lighter. She pushed once more for about seven seconds, pushing another snake of feces out of her, and into the pan. She could feel a sticky mess on her buttocks.
She reached over and tried to find toilet paper, which she thought was on the table by the water pitcher. She panicked momentarily and pressed the call button on her bed.
Nurse Erica came in.
"OK, sweety. Just roll over. I'm going to clean you up."
Hannah rolled onto her left side, sighing loudly through the mask strapped to her face. She felt Nurse Erica's hand on her right shoulder. She looked over and saw her hand, which was in a purple sterile glove. She then felt a warm, wet rag being used to clean her. Nurse Erica took her fingers and draped the rag on them. She then ran her fingers from Hannah's anus past her vagina to her clitoris. She drew in a sharp breath, surprised. The nurse scrubbed Hannah's anus more vigorously, then ran her hand and the rag back down to her clitoris. Hannah was starting to feel full. Not in the sense of needing to use the bed pan again, but in the same way she felt when she went to the football game at school a few weeks ago and saw the beautiful head cheerleader, who, like Nurse Erica, was a tall, tan, long-haired platinum blonde, only in a french braid.
Hannah's breathing became shaky, but more pronounced, and louder as it was forced through the cartridge respirator on her face. Nurse Erica ran the rag down from her anus down to her clit one more time. She then got rid of the wet rag and was suddenly unmistakably running her finger on and around Hannah's clitoris. Hannah wondered if she should speak up, but figured there was no reason to. This was deliberate, and Nurse Erica was rather sexy. Hannah's heart beat much faster, and her breathing was loud and fast. She thought she could feel the filters on her mask pull in every time she breathed in.
Hannah grabbed onto the side railing with both hands as her hips became full and started to tingle. The nurse continued massaging her clit with her finger. Hannah began to moan softly. She felt the nurse's left hand leave her right shoulder. She then felt a finger enter her anus. She moaned again, somewhat louder. She hugged the bed railing harder. Her hips then began to ache for a few seconds, followed by a tingly explosion of spasms.
Hannah's stomach tightened, and her back arched so that her bare chest brushed against the railing several times as spasms consumed her body for the next minute. She grunted every time her chest hit the railing. She saw her reflection out of the corner of her eye. The heavy black mask covering her mouth and nose. The heavy grey stripes holding it firmly in place. The pink filters, which were ever so slightly contracting and expanding with her every breath.
As her body finally relaxed, she noticed that Nurse Erica had quietly left. Hannah got back on her back. She looked at the clock. Thirty-seven more minutes to wear the mask until it would be deemed she would be safe to use it in the halls of the hospital. Hannah felt used to it now.
She clicked on the TV and found a medical documentary to watch. Nobody as caring as Nurse Erica, sadly.