A thing requested by hibbyjibby for his birthday. Dialogue and story also by him.

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Legend has it, or atleast an urban legend that was at best local gossip, that in a hospital center made to treat and cater to Pokemon trainers almost like a resort, rather than just the Pokemon themselves, had a very peculiar set of nurses working at it. They worked at this medical facility and seemingly appeared much like any normal nurse would, uniform and features and all. BUT, with a twist; those patients they seemingly favoured most would perish or disappear one day, and always under strange circumstances that others failed to explain. IV bags detached, heart monitors with nothing to register, and everything inbetween. Eventually these nurses would leave and seem to vanish, and haven't been seen since, though stories of their existence continued to this day.

Atleast, that's what the urban legends had claimed, and Senna, a young woman in her early 20's, was never one to believe, as she put it, "That kind'a crap" involving the odd and unusual. She was a somewhat brash girl despite her outward appearance; blue eyes with long, straight Brunette hair and bangs across her forehead, thick-rimmed glasses and a fairly curvy body despite her shorter-than-average and overall petite size, though with a strangely conservative way of dressing. Sandals paired with a faux-fur jacket and knee-length lacy yellow-and-red dress that somewhat clung and shaped to her body. She thought to herself, stating "Pff, every urban legend is a big, dumb farce! It's just people tryin' to spook others and draw attention to their towns.", sitting back and folding her arms, furrowing her brow as she pouted and puffed out her cheeks, looking more cutely threatening than anything serious.

Her boyfriend chuckled, parking the car in the parking lot for the hospital, checking through their supplies and things they'd brought, having decided to take up the nearby townsfolk on this legend and ignoring any of their warnings. Her boyfriend, a childhood friend at that, was a young man of a similar mentality to the paranormal and supernatural, though a lot more level-headed and calm by comparison. Yohann wasn't as fashionable, with his average build and height, brown eyes with short and messy black hair paired with a plain black t-shirt and jeans, but Senna liked that he was more mature and treated he well, and maybe was a bit smarter than she was, though she'd never admit this to his face. "Yeah, just a buncha creepy stuff made up to make a small town like that feel a lot less small, right Senna?" Yohann asked, smiling as he rustled and rubbed the top of Senna's blonde head, seeing her still cutely pouting as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door, heading to the back and withdrawing a large, vaguely rectangularly-shaped bag. Senna stepped out as he gathered the last bits of supplies, firmly sliding her hand into his, nodding their heads in agreement as she lead the two of them towards the hospital, fearless and headstrong as ever. It was nearing the evening, and the two had hopped to explore a bit, prove the townsfolk wrong, and get back to the motel before dark.

Yohann and his ever-so-brave-and-eager girlfriend Senna were hesitant to continue forward as they approached the hospital, though neither one of the young couple would admit this to the other the signs were obvious, Senna gripping tightly at her boyfriend's hand, while he did the same and squeezed back, though mindful of her more delicate frame. It was a strange medical center; pristine halls, shiny glass decorations, new furniture, clean looking without a spot of dirt, grime or dust on the floor of the entrance and waiting room. It seemed almost as if not a single soul had entered before them, despite all the lights and automatic doors working just fine. It looked nothing like an old, used and beat up hospital or anything that could be inferred from the urban legends. The entrance itself was a crosswalk of 4 pathways; the path forward led to a waiting room complete with a set of elevators, and to the left and right were hallways that went forward a few meters, before turning forward and rounding a corner.

The two did their best to look calm and collected as Yohann walked the both of them to the nearby, and vacant, receptionist's desk, ringing the bell placed up on it, before growing a bit uneasy about just how loudly it echoed down the nearby hallways, the two figures quickly taking a seat in the nearby waiting area, the cushion of the leather sofa squeaking and creaking a bit as they sat down, as if to signify the sofa had been untouched and unused until their arrival. To say the atmosphere felt unnatural, artificial, even desolate, were an understatement.

A few minutes of waiting passed, with only the occasional cough and throat clearing coming from a nervous Yohann, paired with the monotonous buzzing of the fluorescent light fixtures nearby to hum and break the near dead silence that surrounded the young man and woman sitting nearby. Senna swallowed, more than a teeny bit tense just sitting here, so to try and break the silence, the petite woman chuckled a bit awkwardly and opened her mouth as if to speak, when suddenly another noise, a rap-tap click-clacking of heels upon a solid tile floor, interrupted her attempts at conversation.

Sounding as if it came from the nearby hallway to their left, the couple peered around the corner, only to be met by the strangest sight imaginable, atleast for a setting as unusual as this; it was a Nurse Joy, clad fully in light pink latex and darker pink gloves and thigh-highs, a cross-shaped cutout on the front of her suit with black nipple tape to obscure the rosy-pink flesh that should have been exposed, walking down the hallway, her steps as graceful as she was unusually tall, nearly reaching the ceiling. This rubber did its job of containing her figure, a feat in itself considering just how wide and generous her proportions were, but it did little to keep her from jiggling and shaking like a plate of cold jello, this Nurse Joy's curvy body clearly built for a more sensual way of healing if she really was a medical physician.

But as they took in this sight, Yohann being perplexed but intrigued (purely out of general curiosity, of course), and Senna being a bit jealous of her and the amount of confidence she must have to walk in something that revealing, the two of them felt a sudden and fiercely powerful tug on the collars of their clothing behind them, near effortlessly lifting the two off the ground and surprising both Yohann and Senna as they turned around to see just who could even do such a thing. Their gaze was met with the sight of an equally rubber-coated woman, one with a dark-and-red colour scheme to her outfit, wavy and quite messy blonde hair atop her head, and crazed look in her purple eyes as she softly uttered, stuttering her words a bit "Ah-haha, v-visiting hours are n-now... open~".

If one word could be used to describe the situation, a few come to mind. Terrifying, nightmarish, maybe a bit of humiliation. Though chief amongst that was probably the word 'confining', atleast for Senna's mind, who could feel herself forcibly curling up inside of something slimy, soaking, and a bit warm, knees pressed up against her decently-sized breasts just to even sit comfortably, or as comfortably as could be in such a space. Pushing with her feet and arms with all her might, it was a pointless endeavour, as just moments ago, she could remember quite vividly what had occurred; the blonde lady in the black-and-red latex carried her and her boyfriend Yohann towards the Nurse Joy who said "Usually we tell the patients to 'open wide and say ahhh', but things work differently around here~", and then...

And then, much as Senna didn't want to admit it to herself, she swore she'd felt Nurse Joy's glossy gloved hands grab her by the arms, and without any finesse simply shoved her into the nurse's gullet, Senna's shoulders quickly being enveloped and forced into this Joy's gullet, tossing left and right and kicking her legs to try and break free of this woman's powerful grip. But try as she might, Nurse Joy continued to pull and suck Senna in further and further, and eventually swallowed her down like some crummy hospital food eaten without a second thought. It was very restrictive in here, no doubt Nurse Joy's rubbery outfit squeezing down on her tightly as Senna pushed, struggled, squirmed as much as she could. Her headstrong nature causing her to fight as much as she could, through the gurgling of the stomach that only grew louder and ringing in her ears, the stomach that churned and bit and nipped at her skin with its acidic lake, already partly working through the thin material of her dress, she'd quickly felt more and more helpless as she tried, hoping against all odds that her boyfriend could figure a way out. He's helped her out before, surely he could do it again.

Suddenly, Senna felt a large bump push against her back, feeling it move and struggle just like she did. Her eyes widened, realizing something that, as expected as it should've been, was a reality she didn't want to be true; both she AND her boyfriend had been consumed by these gigantic, latex-clad "nurses", the young couple's figures obviously bulging out from each lady's midsections, curled up and helpless. The two sadistic beasts of women these creatures were pressed their stomachs and breast together, hands upon their hips in something of a sassy, overly confident pose as they talked, their words just as biting as their digestive insides.

"H-Haha, oh my~" the blonde one said, feeling Yohann's head and body moving just underneath her breasts. She continued, an odd sweetness to her honeyed words that belayed her real intent. "He's quite the active one! These two should really calm down~ W-We know what we're doing, we've done this m-many times! Th-Though I have to say, this c-cute boy here, ahaha... Never loses its a-appeal~". Her glossy-pink associate smirked and chuckled, joining in. "She's definitely a fighter! Don't worry, we'll take real good care of you two~ Promise.", Nurse Joy stated, not quite lying through her teeth, but simply having a different understanding of what 'taking care' of others implied. As she massaged Senna through the latex coating her body, feeling Senna struggle and rock from side to side as best as the young girl could, she continued, saying "Usually I take care of male patients like my 'friend' here, but putting a rabble-rousing girl like yourself in her place, well, I can't turn that down now can I?", a holier-than-though attitude readily apparent in her words
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Her blonde friend giggled and gently patted her shiny bulbous stomach as their midsections actively and happily churned away, glorping n' blorping at perceived patients turned meals, the ladies deciding to relax and simply go about their day as if this were standard protocol. Best thing for someone's health is to take it easy, and not exert themselves too much. Nurse Joy and this maniac of a woman, were all too happy to let the 'heavy workload' be done for them.

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