The Nurse's New Clothes

	The Nurse wiggled her rump from side to side, getting used to the feeling of having something extra inside her. The buttplug fit perfectly, and with a little lube, it slipped inside her pleasantly. It made sitting, sure, but it was something different. It even had an attachment point in case she ever decided to get into cosplay - and she never would, she frequently reminded the Stylist. "Oh, I can have the Clothier make a Hestia outfit for you, you'll be just like her!" No, fuck off. As an added bonus, she slipped by the Mechanic's and had some twirlygigs put into the buttplug. She didn't imagine using the feature too much, - it was incredibly loud, enough to carry a few rooms - but it came with a spiffy remote control in the shape of a long pen. Inconspicuous yet salacious. She had to admire the Mechanic's style, no matter how much she pissed her off. She had to give her something extra to make sure she doesn't skimp on quality again.
	But the purple buttplug wasn't the end of it. She felt particularly scandalous that day, so she also put on her newly acquired backless panties. Easy access from both sides. Strap holders on each side for a proper set of stockings. Black. As scandalous as they go. She shook her rump again, this time enjoying the breeze on her mostly exposed behind and the little wisps of air coming from the front. She giggled to herself - a rare sound coming from the resident toughass - and catwalked over to her nightstand where she left the last part of her setup. She intended to cum herself silly, then cum some more now that everyone went to the beach to hunt some kind of flying fish thing. She wasn't needed, apparently. So she dressed herself in the most revealing clothing she had - low cut top short enough to show plenty of navel with cute little first aid hat, a skirt too short even for her normal standards, comfortable high heels and a pair of white thighhighs. She hadn't the stockings yet, though she knew exactly where to commission them.
	Just out of curiosity, the Nurse pulled back the blinds and looked outside, expecting sunshine and butterflies and definitely not darkness and strange shapes off in the distance. This didn't make any sense, it was morning just now and-

oh no

	Dreams of a great day evaporated out of her mind, as well as any idea of taking out her untried monster of an equine dildo. She went over her options, then came to the conclusion that she was absolutely fucked - and not the way she intended.
	The Nurse considered quickly putting something concealing on but, when she kicked her closet open, it was almost completely empty except for some few shirts. It was laundry day. No panties, no skirts, not even a coat. Just misery. All she saw was a high mirror in the closet's back and - Holy Mary she could see the slit even when leaning over. She shook her head, disgusted with her sheer lack of foresight. She cursed as she sat behind her table, hoping it would cover up some of her all too exposed shame. But the moment she sat down, she shot back up with a barely contained moan - the buttplug. She couldn't possibly sit like this without fidgeting around all the time. No, she'd have to put it awa-
	The door busted open and the Nurse nearly jumped straight out of whatever clothing she did have as one adventurer rolled in, trailed by a series of reapers and zombies and other goolies. "HEALS NOW" they screamed from beneath a horrible bright copper mask with racing stripes and technicolor flames as they ran in, throwing a bunch of gold at the Nurse in search of them heals.
	The Nurse, for once, remained silent. She pressed her thighs together, leaning forward and to the side as to reveal the least she can. When she saw the adventurer barge in with monsters in pursuit, she tensed a little. But then a thought occurred to her - if they're preoccupied with fighting, they obviously can't stare her down. So she took advantage of the surprise and quickly danced around her table, pushing the adventurer back out as she did, "S-Sure! Healing! T-That's what I do!" She didn't sound too convincing, least of all with a furious blush and walking with arched legs.

	To her relief, the adventurers were, in fact, having a blast with mobs of crawly things. Water candles were spread all over the place, and nobody cared enough to take them back down, so they had their hands damn full. The Nurse merely stood in one corner under a bunch of platforms, slapping the occasional stabbed guy or gal with some patches and patting them on the ass as they went. They didn't seem to care enough about her looks, but them pausing a little longer than they ought to every time they came did seem suspicious. Everything was going smoothly, and she even found herself... enjoying it a little. Well, an exhibitionist never plans ahead, and yet it always seems to work out.
	That's when the Party Girl bounced over.
	The reason why the Nurse specifically an equine dildo. And yet, when she looked her over now and compared it to the Party Girl's closing in half-mast, she came to the conclusion that she was ripped off. Seriously ripped off.
	"Heya! What'cha doin'~?" The Nurse blushed a deeper shade of red as the Party Girl came in close, leaning in and grinning wide. She even spread her legs, as if mocking the Nurse with a member borrowed directly from Heaven's "restricted" section. It hung low between her legs, limp yet drooling pre every few seconds as if it had plenty to spare. Was she always so horny, or was this some kind of Succubus' crude revenge curse?
	"I- Uh, healing! I'm healing, can't you see?" The Nurse bit her lip as she saw that horsecock twitch at her, landing a gob of precum right on the Nurse's left thigh. The Nurse ground her hips together, her pussy staining her fresh panties. She would've asked - no, begged the Party Girl to fuck her then and there if she could fit her. The reason why the Party Girl twitched was obvious enough - she was staring right down her cleavage. At least, she was before she shook her head.
	"Duh! I've run out of pills, that's what I'm doing! D'ya have any?" The Party Girl smiled up at the Nurse, horsecock still idly rocking back and forth between her legs. Couldn't she just stuff it in a stocking or something? Jesus.
	"Oh, yeah. T-There's more in my room, you know where." For some reason, the Party Girl kept taking some weird medication. Pretty specific too. Zinc, Pygeum, Lecithin... Something about "improving her bounciness," whatever the fuck that meant.
	"Thanks!" She bounced off, leaving a trail of sparkly white pre in her wake. Hope no-one slips on that.

	"I thought you said it was a 'desk ornament'." The Mechanic caught her unawares in the door of her room. She felt the adventurers had the situation under control, so she decided she'd try to get at least some 'work' done.
	"Isn't it? I can put it on yours." She wiggled her hips, insinuating that it wouldn't particularly need removing for that.
	"I'd rather die."
	The Nurse kept wiggling her wide hips and fat ass at the Mechanic, at least until the buttplug came to life. She quickly turned around and backed away, straightening out as she clenched to cover the sound to no avail.
	"What's that sound?" The Mechanic looked over to the side, and the Nurse quickly dodged out of the way.
	"N-Nothing! Must be coming from e-elsewhere!" She danced around her table, hoping to stifle the sound by sitting down. It made it even worse. She was visibly shaking, and not from stress or arousal.
	"Are you..."
	"N-No!"
	"Jesus, you are. You're getting off to this, aren't you?" The Mechanic gave her a look of disgust bordering with curiosity as the rhythm of the vibrations changed, making the Nurse wiggle in her seat.
	"I- I'm just-" Gone was the smugness when everyone begged to be treated, gone was the sassy, rude attitude each time someone knocked on her door. Now she was just a sweating, half terrified half aroused mess fighting with a malfunctioning vibrator jammed up her ass while dressed in wardrobe malfunction.
	"Let me help with that," The Mechanic walked behind the table and stood next to the chair, hefting her enormous red wrench. Almost like on instinct, the Nurse bolted upright - and played right into the Mechanic's hand. Literally. As she got up, the Mechanic pushed her forward and onto the table, splaying her over the surface and giving the manufacturer a view of the goods.
	"Y'see, that's the problem," The Mechanic leaned in, grabbing fistfuls of the Nurse's vibrating ass as she inspected the flat-headed bottom of the buttplug, "It's automatic! Where's the remote?"
	The Nurse didn't even bother fighting back, and instead looked over to the corner of the table where she left the pen. Then she looked again. And again. "Uh... Nowhere?"
	She could hear the grin erupting on the Mechanic's face, "Lost it, huh?" She gave the Nurse a solid jab right in the buttplug and a moan in response before she straightened back up, fumbling with something in her hands.
	"That's a personal problem you got there. Only one way to solve that-" Then the Nurse felt something chilly press against her nether lips, then push on without mercy. She squirmed on top of the table as cold metal sank into her deeper and deeper, then deeper still. The Mechanic already had her gloved hands back on the Nurse's moons, kneading and polishing her bare asscheeks as she observed the wrench held between her legs part her pussy lips - and her panties just as well. She kept going until her clothed hips pressed against the Nurse's cheeks, then she fiddled a bit with the wrench and pushed it just a few inches forward.
	"Golly, you're a deep one." She's measured her wrench before. About a foot up to the head, thick enough to warrant double-handing it and recently re-painted. Suffice to say, if anyone were to take the Party Girl, this woman would go at least half way. She found surprising amounts of resistance in the Nurse, almost as if she was - gasp - tight.
	Not like the Nurse could complain. Her hands grasped the opposite side of the table as she slowly warmed the Mechanic's wrench, and she was busy enough with moaning out towards the open door. The Guide came into view, stopped, peered inside for a few seconds, then turned the other way and left. How strange. The Nurse would have preferred a bigger audience, but she took what she got, and she took it well. She even moved her hips back into the Mechanic's overly slow and ponderous thrusts, bumping the buttplug into herself each and every time. Her ass jiggled with every impact, the effect only amplified by the buttplug - now having been switched to a on-off alternating pattern that left the Nurse exhausted within seconds, yet it kept coming.
	"You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" The Mechanic watched with at least some disgust, but she was having fun of her own. She wanted to degrade this two-bit whore with a false medical certificate for a while, and this was at least partially fulfilling her wish. But not entirely, so she decided to put her thick leather gloves to good use.
	The impact was harsh. So harsh that it left a red mark after only one good slap. "How'd you like this?" The Mechanic slapped her again, alternating hands and cheeks as she fucked her at a much harsher pace. That, to her chagrin, made the Nurse only moan harder and even respond with feverish "Y-Yes! YES!" directed at her. No, she'd have to step up her game.
	The Guide came back into view, this time holding a box of popcorn. Of course he would. He watched and munched as the Mechanic pulled out her tool and paused, pulling another disgusted face as the Nurse's fluids dripped in streams off her favorite wrench, now at the worst of all temperatures. The temperature you feel when you sit down on a seat where someone else was sitting for at least an hour and just... shudder. That's what the Mechanic did. She shuddered, then wiped the dripping end on the Nurse's blouse before flipping it around and replacing it betwixt her legs.
	"Then, how about this?!"
	The Nurse looked back. Then her mind went blank. When she came to seconds later, she first felt nothing but pain. Searing pain. It hurt a lot. Jesus fuck and the twelve fucking apostles did it hurt. But she came all the same.
	The Nurse's clear juices ran down her leg, turning her white stockings a dirty, soggy grey. She shook on the table, ass clenching in tune with waves of pleasure as she came again and again. She spurted every few seconds as the buttplug's vibrations came to the forefront, covering the Mechanic in enough feminine cum to warrant an immediate bath. Yet, behind all that, there was still a strong undercurrent of pain and... something felt wrong. Deeply wrong. Even then, it seemed to intensify the experience. Was she really becoming a masochist? She couldn't tell through how much enjoyed it.
	"I... didn't think it would fit." The Mechanic's horrified voice brought her out of it. With rivulets of cum flowing down her legs, she tried to stand up - and a bolt of pain kept her stuck to the table, unable to move.
	"What... did you... do?" She forced out of herself, mind spent and limbs weak.
	"... Gotta go." The Nurse heard running. That wasn't a good sign.

	She laid there for a few minutes more, waiting for the haze of arousal and pain to subside. When she picked herself up, the same pain came along with her, nearly decking her before she even got one step out of her. She shakily limped towards her closet and the mirror within and froze at the sight.
	There was an end of the red wrench sticking out of her cunt. The wrong end. She was pretty stretchy after all.
	The Nurse remained silent for a while, the only sound in the room being that of the vibrator still performing its god-given duty. She stared at herself for a while. Then she tried just pulling the thing out, and would have fallen to the ground shaking with agony if she hadn't caught herself on the wall. There was no blood, no pain if she didn't move with it. If she can get some help pulling it out, she should be just fine. But not now.
	So she settled on chugging down a bottle of painkillers - only half of it, gotta be responsible - and keeping it down with some scotch. Then she spotted a visitor in her door. It was the Party Girl, cheeks puffed up in a way that generally preceded a horrible pun.
	"Woah! Now that's what I call a monkeywrench!" The Nurse wanted to throw the bottle at her, and she almost did hadn't she looked at the Party Girl's cock.
	There it was. The buttplug's remote control, dull end sticking out the urethra of that fucking Party Girl. Yep. The Party Girl shrugged, thinking nothing lewd of the matter.
"What? I was leaking EVERYWHERE! I needed to plug it up!"
	The Nurse collapsed on her desk, no longer able to take this shit. She would treat everyone with cyanide another day.


	She woke up the next morning. She felt like shit. Her mouth tasted like she's been licking wet dog. Her ass felt raw, as if it wouldn't stop shaking even after the vibe ran out. Her hands were numb from being left in a weird position. But she was, at the very least, tucked into her bed. She blinked out her eyes, then looked down. Half the blanket was pulled back.
	There was a balloon tied to the wrench handle still sticking out her hooha. It read "Get well soon."

	She cried herself back to sleep.