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Franklin broke his leg.

It was just a slight tumble; nothing too serious. Little falls, scrapes and bruises happen all the time. Sure, he could say maybe Princeton was a bit too hardy with him, or that maybe he wasn't paying attention to the edge of the court, but that doesn't change the fact that his fall wasn't too much. He just sorta kinda... fell.

Fine, whatever.

But then he tried to get up... and he just couldn't. He remembered the confusion he felt while everyone gathered around him. Looking up at his friends and teammates, he saw the looks of shock and worry plastered on their faces. What did he look like in response? Just some confused, unaware idiot?

That's when Hunter said...

“Are... are you okay?"

And he replied with.

“Y-yeah, why wouldn't I be...?"

They didn't answer, instead pointing towards his leg. Slowly, he looked down, following their gaze. And what he saw staring back at him caused his eyes to grow wide. His leg was twisted in a way it shouldn't be twisted, and seeing it sent a roaring surge of pain straight up towards his brain. Whatever coherent thoughts he had before were instantly swiped from his head, causing him to double over and roar. Gripping his knee, he laid there on the floor, twisting one way to the other, while his teammates quickly ran to find their coach and nurse. As stated before...

Franklin broke his leg.

“Nnggh..."

Oh, that dream again? What was wrong with him? Was he traumatized? All he did was fall, right? There's nothing wrong – or even special – about that. How many other athletes have injured themselves during practice? The number was too great to count. He was just one of thousands, no, millions. Sometimes you take a tumble, and sometimes that tumble results in a broken and torn ligament.

It sucks... but it happens...

As the golden light of the afternoon sun pierced through his window, he groaned and pulled himself upright. His body was far more sluggish than it once had been, and it was all thanks to that thick, immobile cast that was hardened around his leg.

Begrudgingly, he pulled his legs over the edge of the bed and lifted his gaze to stare towards his mirror. What he saw in its reflection was a young man; just about eighteen in fact. A senior in high school, he had short, messy black hair, this sharp and perceptive gaze in his eye, a tanned skin tone thanks to his many, many hours in the sunlight, and a lithe and acrobatic body. The perfect body for an athlete, specifically a basketball player.

But he didn't focus on any of that; couldn't focus on any of that. Whenever he looked himself in the mirror, it was impossible not to glare at the wicked cast that was wrapped around his leg. It barred his movements, restricting him to the point that it was impossible to stand without outside help. Imagine that; once being the speediest, most lissome member of your basketball team, someone capable of stealing balls and getting them down the court before anyone else. And now, you're no better than a plank of wood.

Once white in color, his cast had been rendered with markers and drawings, as was typical of someone when they get a cast. His friends from school and teammates all took turns writing their names and get well messages on his cast; a brief respite from the torture of having the cast in the first place. It was fun at first, and he felt reassured by their condolences. But as the days went on and the cast became more normal, he felt their comforting words start to wane. There's but so many times a person can hear 'Get well soon' before the phrase starts to lose all meaning.

Slowly, he dragged his fingers along the hardened ridges of his cast, where his frown grew longer. The longer this thing stayed on his leg, the more it seemed to sink its claws into him, causing his demeanor to grow more glum. He even looked over towards his open closet, where he saw his basketball uniform stair back at him. It was green and brown in color, giving it an earthy vibe. In the center of it was the number 5 – his number – with the word 'KNIGHT' written above it.

In the past, seeing his uniform was enough to imbue him with a sense of pride while uplifting him. But now? He felt like his jersey was taunting him, belittling him for his perceived weakness. His team was out there, heading down the east coast to Concave City to play a game. And what was he doing? Moping around in his bedroom with this cast on his leg.

Tch...

“Hey! Frankie!" a voice suddenly called from downstairs, jolting him upright, “Are you still in bed up there? C'mon downstairs! Your mom and I have something to tell you!"

“C-coming! Nggh!"

Resting along his desk nearby was his walking cane. Sure, it was a medical cane, but grabbing it made Franklin feel like he was some old man. But, fine, whatever; using the cane, he forced himself upon his feet... where he nearly fell over. You'd think after having this cast on his leg for a month and a half, he'd be used to walking around with it. Unfortunately, it seemed as if no matter how much he moved around with the cast, he was just as poor at moving now as he was when he first got the darn thing.

Still, he forced himself up right with the use of his cane and began to waddle over towards the door as best he could. His movements were jerky and unsteady, and he had to use various other items to help keep some semblance of balance, but after a few moments, he finally arrived at his home's stairs.

He could feel a sense of vertigo take over him as he stood at the top of the staircase. It was almost like his brain was frightened of him suffering yet another fall. If a slight tumble was enough to put his leg in cast, what would a fall down these stairs do to him? Just thinking about it sent a shudder down his spine... but he pushed on regardless.

Cumbersome though his cast was, he took his time getting downstairs so as to not fall. It took longer than to just normally walk down stairs (geeze, he felt like a geriatric senior), but he got down safely. And resting next to the staircase was a wheelchair. His wheelchair.

“Okay," muttered Franklin as he got into the mobile seat and began rolling down the hall towards the kitchen, “Dad? You called, right?"

“Yeah, yeah! This way, Frankie, this way!"

Rolling into the kitchen, the young man stared across the room where his eyes fell on his father. He was sitting at the table; a strong and broad man with this proud smile on his face. Sitting next to him at her usual spot was his mother; a blonde woman who was wearing an equally as proud smile on her face. Both of their beaming expressions confused Franklin, who tilted his head in confusion.

“Is... something going on...?" he asked, to which his father nodded.

“Yep!" he replied, even leaning forward on their table in excitement... before a glare from his wife caused him to relax, “I-I mean... y-yes, there is something going on. Come on, roll up close Frankie. Let me show ya!"

Doing as he was told, Franklin rolled close to the table, still confused by his parents' smiling faces. Once he got to his spot however, his father slid towards him a piece of paper. Grabbing and picking it up, Franklin gazed upon the surface of the paper where he realized it was an... ad? Specifically, it was an ad for physical therapy, as it showed various smiling people in various forms of exercise. And it was all located at Sacred Hope hospital.

“What... what is this...?" asked Franklin as he looked up at his parents.

“What do you mean 'what is this'?" his mother asked back, “Isn't it obvious, Frankie? Sacred Hope hospital has recently upgraded its physical therapy wing, and it's been passing out these fliers to anyone who would read them. Since you've been moping around in your bedroom this past month, your father and I decided to enroll you into their physical therapy program, so that you can hopefully regain strength in your leg and get that cast off of you."

“Wh-what? M-moping...?" Franklin repeated before shaking his head, “I... I'm not moping around..."

His blatant lies garnered incredulous gazes from both of his parents, causing him to avert his eyes. Yeah, no one would believe that; not his parents, and definitely not himself. While he tried to put on a brave face for those around him, it seemed as if each passing day his willpower started to wane more and more. If he wasn't morose before, he certainly was now.

“Look, Frankie," said his father as he stood up from his side of the table and walked over towards him, “Your mother and I aren't dumb. We can tell you've been suffering. We all thought this cast would've been off of you by the end of last month, but here we are, three weeks later, and it's still there. No one is more aware of your desire to be active than us, I promise. Sooo..." he shrugged his shoulders, “We decided to just send you off to Sacred Hope for a little while. They'll give you an exact regimen so that you can get active even with this cast on your leg."

“W-wait...? Send me off for a little while? Wh... what are you talking about?"

“Soooooo... while you were at school the other day, we went to Sacred Hope to see if it would make for a good hospital for you," his mother said, “That's when we came in contact with Dr. Terri Rhodes. She was very professional, and offered us a regimen for you. You could stay at Sacred Hope for a certain duration – starting at a week and extending beyond if need be – and they'll completely handle your physical therapy and even the removal of your cast. And all for a reduced price!"

“A reduced... price...?" repeated Franklin, “It sounds more like she was selling you a car, not offering physical therapy!"

“Honestly... she would make for one hell of a car saleswoman," his father muttered, before straightening up, “S-still, this was an amazing deal, and your mother and I felt like it was best if we at least try it out. You can stay at Sacred Hope for a little while, getting all the help there you couldn't get here."

“Nggh! A-aren't you two being a bit hasty?" asked Franklin as he crossed his arms and stared into the distance, “You're sitting here making decisions, and you haven't even asked if I'd even want to stay at a hospital... at all!"

“Oh, Frankie," his mother said as she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a tender squeeze, “We know how... frustrating it has been for you. Sitting at home all day after school. You... you haven't even been going to your team's practice sessions, and you've even stopped watching their home games..."

“I... i-it's not that serious..." Franklin lied, “I just... I don't want to bring them down sitting there with my broken leg..."

“You don't have to lie to us, Frankie," his father said, causing him to look up, “We want you on the court as much as you do. That's why your mother and I began looking into this. It's not like we want to get rid of you, but we can't just keep you at home all day hoping you'll get better. Even once your leg heals and we remove your cast, you've been off of your feet for over a month! You'll probably struggle to stand on your own, let alone walk, jog, and even run. It may take even longer than expected for you to get back on the basketball court."

“Dad..."

“He's not saying that to make you feel worse," his mother chimed in as she began rubbing his face in a soothing manner, “Your father's saying it because it's true. We don't want to see you mope around the house all day. There's just... nothing around here that can really help you. But at Sacred Hope, you can get the help you need, the help you deserve."

“B... but..." Franklin shook his head, “Isn't this a bit much? Do I have to stay at the hospital? It's not like I'm sick or anything... I just broke my leg, that's all," he shrugged his shoulders, “Can't the physical therapists or whatever just make house visits?"

“Unfortunately, the members of Sacred Hope don't do house visits," his father explained, “We tried going down that avenue, but Dr. Rhodes shot us down. Besides, I think this will be for the better! If you were at home, those nurses and therapists would have to drive through the city to visit us. But if you stay at the hospital, they can more easily give you the aid you need, whatever it is! Before you know it, your cast'll be off, and you'll be back in tip-top shape!"

His mother and father were trying to be optimistic about the situation, but Franklin found it difficult. Visible discomfort appeared on his face, and his body even trembled at the idea of being left at this hospital... alone. A part of him wanted to push back against this... but then he looked down towards his leg.

There were so many names on his cast, so many words of encouragement from his teammates and classmates. Everyone wanted him to get better, and he most of all. So if all he needed to do was stay at a hospital for a short while, then so be it. Whatever it took to get him back on the basketball court.

Whatever it took...

“O... okay..." he said as he gave an affirmative nod, “I guess... we can give it a try. You are right, it's better than just sitting at home all day getting nothing done... so..." he looked back up at his parents, reading the smiles on their faces, “What should we do now? When does this start?"

“I'm glad you asked!" said his father... before he pointed at the kitchen doorway, “Go on! Head upstairs and take a quick shower, okay? We'll head down to Sacred Hope hospital when you're done."

“W... wait, now?"

“Yes, now! C'mon! Shoo! Shoo!"

…

When they arrived, the first word that came to Franklin's mind was big. Sacred Hope hospital was very big. It wasn't a towering skyscraper, no, but it was far taller than any hospital he had been to in his life. It seemed to go up, and up, and up, just a teensy bit more. His head dipped back and his mouth slightly gaped, all as he took in the exuberance of its monolithic silver walls and reflective massive windows.

But it wasn't just tall; it also took up a large amount of space. The main building was where most patients were received, treated, and stayed. However, the hospital extended to two other buildings of rivaling sizes. In these separated structures, different and more specific tasks were performed to offer their patients the utmost of medical aid. All for their betterment.

Again, Sacred Hope was very big.

Resting in the heart of Document City, Sacred Hope was one of many hospitals that vied for supremacy in the combative medical market. Though compared to, say, Berkeley Arms, or Green Springs Hospital, Sacred Hope was certainly the most... aggressive when it came to getting people to come to their hospital. Make of that what you will.

As they passed through the sliding doors of the high-tech facility, Franklin's gaze befell the front desk. There were receptionists there, speaking with would-be patients and visitors alike, while the waiting room nearby was filled with individuals. Even doctors too could be seen running in and out of the front lobby's cafe.

But one person stood out from the rest. Standing next to the counter was a feline beastkin, one who was tall and slender. She had long, curly brown hair that was tied up in a bun, and these sharp blue eyes resting behind small, rectangular glasses. Exuding an aura of professionalism and class, the vivacious feline wore a charming smile on her lips as Franklin was pushed in by his parents. This woman appeared to be waiting specifically for them, as once her blue eyes fell upon Franklin specifically, her smile shifted into this coy smirk.

“Mr. Buchanan, I presume," said the woman as she extended her hand towards Franklin.

“M-me...?" he said whilst pointing at him.

“Yes! You are Franklin Buchanan, correct?" asked the woman as he tentatively shook her hand, “It's my pleasure to meet you. I am Dr. Terri Rhodes."

“Dr... Terri Rhodes...?" Franklin repeated, before straightening up, “Oh! My parents mentioned you!"

“I'm happy they did," said the feline as she stood upright, “They were very thorough in explaining your predicament as well. I'm happy you decided to agree to this little regimen," she shook her head, “But I am getting ahead of myself. Please, please, follow me this way. I'll lead you to the physical therapy wing for a more thorough examination."

“Um... oh... okay..."

With his father pushing him and Terri leading the way, Franklin was guided towards a hallway to their right. Said hallway led down towards the physical therapy wing of the hospital, whose coloration was different from the rest of the hospital. Instead of sterile hallways of silver and white, the physical therapy wing had a more earthy color scheme of brown and green.

“Feels familiar?" asked Terri as she glanced over her shoulder towards Franklin, “Your parents told me you go to Greenwood High. And that you're a basketball player for the Knights of Greenwood. All of these greens and browns must be familiar to you."

“Weeeelll..." he mumbled back as his eyes ran along the various rooms around them.

“Ohohoho! Don't worry about it, Mr. Buchanan, I'm just joking," said Terri, “Here in the physical therapy wing, everything you could ever need can easily be found. We have an entire gym room for exercise, including a gym pool, as well as various hospital rooms for you to stay in. We are also staffed with some of the finest – if not thee finest – doctors and nurses this side of the city. All of which will be ready to help you at a moment's notice."

His father was right; Terri was a good saleswoman. She spoke with this gravitas, this presence that helped elevate Sacred Hope as being more than just your run of the mill hospital. It was like her reverent tones were building up this monolith of health, one that could heal from eyesight alone. There was just one slight problem...

Where was everyone?

The physical therapy wing of the hospital was surprisingly empty. Not completely devoid of life, but there were very few people around. The various rooms they passed were curiously sparse, making him wonder: Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

“And that brings us... here," said Terri as they arrived at a door, “This will be your bachelor's pad until we can get that cast off your leg, and see you running up and down the court again."

The feline pushed open the door, causing Franklin to tremble slightly in place as his father pushed him inside. It was a spacious room, one large enough to comfortably hold two people, with a curtain separating them. However, there was just one medical bed, with a comfy chair sitting in the corner, a bathroom, and a window that overlooked a nearby park... and the basketball court resting within it.

Was it there to taunt him?

“Wooowww..." his mother said as she gazed upon the spacious hospital room, “It's bigger than your bedroom, Frankie."

“Ohohoho! Don't sound too excited. He might not ever want to leave!" Terri teased, before sweeping her eyes down towards Franklin, “What do you think, Mr. Buchanan? Is this to your liking?"

“Well..."

Silently, Franklin pushed himself forward until he came to the middle of the room. He was hesitant, but he did like the homey colors of the room, and the wide space it offered him. His mother was right; this was bigger than his bedroom... not to mention cleaner. And... sniff sniff... it didn't carry with it the natural musk of an athletic teenager who didn't bother cleaning his clothes.

But he wasn't sold yet! What's the point in staying here and wasting his parents' money, if nothing about his status changed? All of it would be for not. Thinking about it caused Franklin to look down at his outstretched leg.

“Are you... sure...?" he asked as he slowly turned to face Terri, “Are you sure you can help me, Dr. Rhodes?"

“Oh... Mr. Buchanan," she replied whilst placing her hand on her chest in a rather pompous pose, “I admit, monetarily, I'd like for you to stay here with us. But as a doctor, I truly would not keep you here if I did not think my faculty could not aid you. I promise you, once we get your files from your usual physician, we'll give you a rehabilitation regimen that will strengthen your body. We'll have that cast off of your leg as soon as we can."

Terri's words could easily be seen as being rather uppity, if not outright arrogant. She certainly had the tone of a haughty doctor who thought themselves capable of curing any illness. But there was an earnestness behind the feline's words. She was being honest when she said she wasn't just trying to get into his parent's bank account. She – like all physicians – truly wanted to help him get better.

Franklin wanted to get better too. That's all he wanted. He wanted to be on the basketball court again with his friends and teammates. And when he looked towards that window again, he could see the basketball court outside, just out of reach. The first thing he wanted to do as soon as he got this cast off his leg, was make a three-point shot on that court right there.

As soon as he could...

“I'll do it..." he whispered, before straightening up and repeating himself in a more assertive manner, “I'll do it!"

Why did that feel like a weight had been pulled off of his shoulders?

“That's lovely to hear, Mr. Buchanan!" said Terri as she clapped her hands together and smiled at him, “But before we begin, there's one thing we have to take care of..."

“Hm? What's that?"

“Paperwork!"

…

Vrrrrrrrrmmm!

Beep-Beep!

Vrrrooooooom!

It was quite... busy down here.

Franklin lived in a cozy little neighborhood known as Jade Heights. It sat on the outer rim of Document City, so the sounds of cars and horns were distant. But here in Sacred Hope hospital, those noises that sounded miles away were right outside his walls. So many cars, so many trucks, so many people. They walked up and down the sidewalks, having various conversations even this late at night. All the while, he sat there at his window seal, gazing upon them all.

It had been hours since he arrived at Sacred Hope hospital. The paperwork had been signed, meaning he would be staying here for the foreseeable future. Dr. Rhodes had yet to give him a schedule or regimen for his rehabilitation, instead letting him stay the night and get used to his new surroundings, having sensed how uncomfortable this all made him. He was thankful for that, but he was also eager to start his physical therapy. He wanted, no, he needed to get back on the basketball court.

But as he sat here in his lonely, silent hospital room, he wondered: Who would be his therapists? Dr. Rhodes didn't name any doctors or physicians, nor were there any nurses wandering around. He was sure he was being monitored by someone, but he didn't know who that someone was. Sure, he could use his bed's bell button to call a nurse... but he was admittedly too timid to do so. It was best to just wait. He was sure his therapists would make themselves known sooner...

Eeearrrk!

Rather than later...

“Mr. Buchanan? Are you here?" a voice rang from behind.

Someone had come into the room? Tensing up, Franklin grabbed the wheels of his wheelchair and turned himself around... where his eyes befell a mouse behind him. No, not a mouse, not exactly. She was slightly bigger than what was typical of a mouse, with a gray coating of fur, a hairless and scaly tail, a somewhat more blunt snout, and these large, rounded, floppy ears. So... she was a rat? A sporty rat. A shapely rat. A busty rat. A rat dressed in a nurse uniform.

Her hair was silver-white with a few streaks of black running through them, being styled in this pixie cut that flared from her head. It was spiky in some areas – such as the front – and curly in others – like at the bottom and back – which gave her this sporty, tomboyish flair that extended down to the sharp grin on her face. Her cool blue eyes had this indifferent gaze within them however, making her look like a petulant teenager whenever they ghosted along his form.

The pink nurse uniform she wore was tight along her body, highlighting her curvaceous figure. He couldn't see much, but he could tell she had these rounded shoulders, this thin waist, these wide and shapely hips... and her incredibly busty chest. Her presumptuous chest was so grand, it looked as if the buttons of her nurse's smock was struggling to contain it all within!

And that nurse uniform didn't even come down to cover the entirety of her legs. Stopping just shy of her pelvis, Franklin could see her thicc thighs... and just how toned they were. They were like chiseled stones of shapely marble, telling him that she was a girl who knew her way around a gym, among a variety of sports.

She was a young woman, though Franklin couldn't tell how young she was. If he had to eyeball it, he'd say she was around his age, only slightly older. So... maybe between the ages of 19 to 22? Maybe slightly older? No older than 24 though, of that he was sure. She was even similar in height to him, though he'd say she was just a smidgen taller.

Wearing this cool smirk on her aloof face, the nurse approached Franklin with her fists on her hips. Eyes wide and mouth agape, he sat there as he gazed in awe of the nurse in front of him, his eyes constantly darting around his body. He wanted to say something, but it was like her body exuded this blast of light that made it difficult to speak. From the grin on her lips and the stacked nature of her body, she was impossible not to look at.

“Good evening, Mr. Buchanan," said the mouse as she stood atop him, “You... you are Mr. Buchanan, right? I didn't come to the wrong room, did I?"

“N-no... I mean... y-yes," said Franklin as he pointed at himself, “I'm Mr. Buchanan. Uh... just call me Franklin. Mr. Buchanan is my father."

“Snehehehehehe! Great!" the mouse said with a nod, “Nice to meetcha, Frankie – can I call you Frankie? I prefer to call you Frankie!" before he could even respond, she bent over, hanging her bosomy chest right above his head, “See this?"

She then pointed at the name tag hanging on her uniform. Focusing his gaze on it instead of, ya'know, her breasts, Franklin's eyes ran along the name 'C. VALENTINE' in all caps.

“C... Valentine?" he repeated, to which the mouse straightened up and nodded.

“Yup, that's me!" she said, “The name's Carlotta Valentine. But, please, you can just call me Carlotta. I've been tagged as your nurse, and will be working alongside Dr. Atsuko on your rehabilitation!"

Franklin squinted slightly at Carlotta, as if trying to confirm that, yes, she's real. Thanks to her brash and boyish tone, her manner of speaking was the last thing he'd expect of a supposed nurse. She honestly sounded like a girl from the women's basketball team at his school, not a trained medical professional.

“Hm? Is something wrong?" Carlotta asked as she tilted her head at him, causing Franklin to look to the side.

“N-no, not really," he answered, an embarrassed blush forming on his cheeks, “You just... surprised me, is all. I wasn't expecting a nurse to visit me yet. Or maybe... I thought I would have been visited by one a little sooner..." looking back at her, a smile appeared on his lips and he extended his hand, “Nice to meet you. I'm Franklin Buchanan. And, sure, you can call me 'Frankie' if you'd like."

“Snehehehehe! Great!" said the mouse as she shook his hand with a firm grip, “Like I said before, I'm gonna be your nurse! So if you ever need any help, just call my name. Don't worry, I'll hear ya! And if for some reason I can't hear you..." she pointed at the button hanging next to his bed, “Just press that little thing there. It's like one of those buttons senior citizens wear. Once you press it, I'll get a little buzz and I'll be here before you know it!"

“Um... thanks...?" Franklin mumbled, while Carlotta chuckled back in a reassuring manner.

“Look, I can tell you don't want to be here," the mouse remarked as she walked around him, and placed her hands upon his shoulders, “When I was younger, I got into a pretty nasty situation myself, and had to stay at a hospital for a week or two. I did a lot of moping around like you are now. But the doctors and nurses at that hospital refused to give up on me. They worked together to not just help my body, but help my mind," she tilted her head at him, while this smile spread on her lips, “And we're gonna do the same for you. By the time we're through with you, you'll be blitzing down the basketball court just like you used to be!" before he could respond, she raised a finger, “There's just one slight, little problem."

“Huh? What problem is that?"

“This problem," another voice answered.

Franklin's eyes swelled slightly as this new voice rang into his ears, while Carlotta giggled behind him. Pointing towards the door, she guided his attention up, where he saw the silhouette of another person – another woman – through the glass screen of his door. He opened his mouth to say something, but the mouse behind him began pushing forward his wheelchair. As they came to the door, it slid open to reveal--

“Snehehehehe! Good evening, Dr. Atsuko!"

A shark.

A shark_ess_.

Admittedly, among his peers, Franklin was on the shorter end. He was no small fry, but he wasn't towering either. Just a little bit below average, most would say. But that was a hidden boon for him on the basketball court. His smaller frame made it much easier for him to dart up and down the court; like a little blur with a basketball.

Why is that important now? Simple. Franklin knew 'tall'. And this woman was definitely tall.

Onyx scales layered the voluptuous body of the mature shark who loomed above him. From her head spilled hair that was not black, or brown, or white like Carlotta's, but instead this vibrant red hair that was as scarlet as the setting sun. It was tamed into this no-nonsense bun that sat on the top of her head, with asymmetrical bangs that were pulled back to reveal her face.

Her solemn. Serious. Professional. Face.

The shark was similar to Carlotta, having a somewhat hoydenish air about her. But whereas the rat was energetic and teasing, this woman lacked any flair for play or childish behavior. Her yellow eyes were sharper than any bird's, any tiger's, and as they sized Franklin up, he froze in place. Even the way she moved – slight as it was – was refined and practiced, lacking any sort of fun. No, she was a strict woman, and this was all business as usual.

Unlike Carlotta who wore a nurse's smock, the sharkess before him wore something more formal. A white lab coat hung open on her body, revealing the black pencil skirt on her hips, the pantyhose on her legs, the black heels on her feet... and the opened blouse on her chest.

Remember that 'tall' remark before? About how she loomed over him? Thanks to her open blouse and her superior height, Franklin was given a rather generous view of her breasts. The black edge of her mature bra was visible as it cradled and supported her busty chest, all as he sat there with his eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks.

Both Carlotta and this sharkess were so... busty! Whether it be due to her height in relation to his, or (more accurately) his young man lusts, Franklin found it impossible to gaze anywhere but at the shark's bosomy bust. There was a moment where he looked over his shoulder, but that only caused him to come face to face with the mouse's chest!

“Mr. Buchanan?" said the sharkess as she leaned to the side, her hand on her hip.

“YES!" he shouted back, before shaking his head and growing more reserved, “Ahem... I mean, yes. Sorry about that, Ms... uh... Ms..." he leaned in slightly, not looking at her chest, but instead looking at the name badge hanging next to her chest, “Ms.... Summers?"

“Doctor Summers," the sharkess corrected... before her lips curled into a smile, “It is my pleasure to meet you, Mr. Buchanan. My name is Atsuko Summers. During your stay here, I'll be your doctor, your personal trainer, and your physical therapist; all rolled into one."

“Um... it's... nice to meet you too, Dr. Summers. And... you can just call me Franklin."

“Or 'Frankie'," Carlotta said as she walked to their side, “He's pretty cool with being called that! Snehehehehehe!"

“Y... yeah... Frankie too."

“Hm... I'll keep that in mind," said Atsuko as she pulled a clipboard she was holding between her arms, “I hope you're looking forward to your stay here, Mr. Buchanan. I promise, we'll do our best to get you back out on the court..." she then paused for a moment, “Tch... I probably sound like Terri saying that. Ugh..." her yellow eyes darted over, falling on Franklin, “But before we begin, could you sign here please?"

“Hm? More paperwork?" he asked as she handed him the clipboard and a pen, “I thought I signed all the paperwork before..."

“You signed all of Terri's paperwork," Atsuko corrected as she tilted her head at him, “This is my paperwork. That's a very important distinction to make."

“Um... okay... uh..."

Pen in hand, Franklin started reading the terms and conditions he would be held to during his rehabilitation... only for a pair of shadows to start looming over him. Fidgeting slightly in place, he slowly pulled his eyes away from the contract he was signing, his eyes falling on the looming figures of Carlotta and Atsuko above him. The rat was to his left, the sharkess to his right, and both were standing tall. So tall that all he could see was their faces... and their breasts.

Carlotta was grinning, chuckling too, wearing this impish face that barely hid the mischief she was poised to unleash. Atsuko was her complete opposite, standing straight and rigid with this somewhat belittling visage on her face. Both of them looked down upon him, sizing him up as they waited for him to sign the contract.

As rude as it may be to think... but... did they have to be so attractive? It was difficult for him to focus on this paperwork when he had these two before him! Like... this one paragraph said something about... forfeiting one's ability to sue? Or... this other phrase saying something about... cruel and unusual punishment? And this one line here that mentioned... uh... liable to suffer shark bites? Actually... maybe he should pay attention to what he was signing.

“Um... are you gonna sign it?" asked Carlotta in an impatient manner.

“Y-yes! Yes I am!" he replied hastily as he quickly scribbled his signature upon the dotted line, “There... there! Um..." he then looked up, this embarrassed blush on his face, “Is there... anything else?"

“No, no," said Atsuko as he returned her clipboard to her, “This will work just fine, Mr. Buchanan," pausing momentarily, she checked the paperwork before nodding in an affirmative manner, “Yes, yes. Just fine indeed," her eyes then returned to him, her lips curling into a smile, “We'll start working on your regimen first thing in the morning, Mr. Buchanan. So please, get as much rest as you can."

“Yeah! Snehehehehehe! I'm so excited! This is gonna be fun!" said Carlotta as she swung her arm through the air, “Get ready, Frankie! We're gonna have some fun with you! Snehehehehehe!"

“Calm down, and help me get the patient into the bed," Atsuko said, snapping the nurse in place.

“Right away, Doctor! Snehehe!"

Carlotta's jovial nature brought a sheepish smile to Franklin's lips, while Atsuko rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. They were like fire and ice in how their personalities clashed; the rat being feisty, and the shark being cold. But – somehow – they worked in harmony with one another.

Under the doctor's lead, the two started undoing the straps which kept Franklin's cast-covered leg extended. He tried to deter them, saying how he was more than capable of getting into bed himself, but his words were met with Carlotta's giggles and Atsuko's dismissive sighs. So he just sat there, allowing the two to lift him up and...

Oh...

Oh wow...

They were strong.

Again, Franklin's not tall, but he's no shrimp either. He was still an eighteen-year-old boy, one who played basketball no less! He was appropriately fit, and had some weight to him. And yet, they both picked him up as if he were nothing but a pillow. And when they held him – when they lifted him – he could feel just how strong they were.

Carlotta's uniform had short sleeves, exposing her arms. And it was only now that he realized how shapely and toned these arms were. Firm too, they were like smooth stones layered in gray fur. And as they held him, they did so with such gentleness despite her rambunctious nature.

Atsuko was much the same. Her lab coat covered her arms down to the wrists, but he could feel the strength of her arms beneath them. They were bigger than Carlotta's arms, but not so big that they were bulky. Also like her subordinate, the shark lifted him with this gentle control.

Together, they guided him over onto his bed, resting him within it. They then began spouting nothing but medical babble to one another, all of which flew right over Franklin's head. He wasn't a medical professional anyway, but that meant little when he looked up... and had these two, busty, voluptuous beauties hanging over top of him.

His eyes would fall upon their professional faces, watching them move and speak. But it wouldn't take long for his male gaze to... wander. Doubly so as their sizable chests would often block out the lights from above, throwing shadows upon his face in the shape of their massive mounds.

Oh no, what is happening to him? Yes, he's a boy, and yes, his eyes have wondered before... but not to this degree! His parents taught him to have better self-control than this! But right now, he was acting like... well... he was acting like a teenage boy! Which, yes, that's what he is, but c'mon!

What makes this so bad was who he was instinctively ogling. They weren't just passing beauties on the street or something like that. They were his doctors! He was going to see them everyday for however long he was admitted to this hospital! What if they thought he was some creepy pervert or something like that!?

But how could he ignore it when their busty chests kept bouncing in his field of view? How they moved from side to side from their quick movements, or bounced forward whenever they leaned forward. There was even a moment when their chests touched. It was quick, yes... but not quick enough to ignore.

His body certainly didn't ignore it.

“Nggh...!"

“Hm?"

“What?"

“Mr. Buchanan..." said Atsuko as she looked up at his heart monitor, “Your heart-rate has suddenly spiked..." she looked back down, “Is... everything okay?"

“Y-yeah! Yeah... everything's okay..."

Everything was not okay.

Suddenly as stiff as a board, Franklin refused to make any sudden, jerky movements. His face was as red as a tomato, and he refused to look anywhere but down. Why? Well, two reasons, really. Reason number one, he feared looking up would give him an eyeful of their breasts... again. The second reason was more important... and was also the reason for his embarrassment in the first place.

Between Franklin's legs, his cock had swelled. It wasn't the hardest it could be, but it wasn't easy to ignore either. If, say, one of the two beautiful, medical professionals looked down, they'd easily see his manhood start to form a tower against his pants. That's... not good.

“Frankie..." said Carlotta as she placed her hand on his head, “You're... hot... are you sure you're okay?"

“I'm sure! I'm... I'm sure, I'm sure!" he replied with this sheepish smile, attempting to deflect from the blatant affection between his legs.

It did not work.

Carlotta's blue eyes slid down Franklin's body, who closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He knew she would see it. It would be impossible not to see it. He only feared the repercussions. What would she think of him? Would she think he was a pervert? Would she ask to be assigned to a different patient? Whatever she did, he expected her to make a big deal out of it, considering her rambunctious personality.

Instead...

“Oh wow~"

“Hm? Did you say something, Carlotta?"

The mouse looked up and over, her eyes meeting Atsuko's no-nonsense face. The sharkess tilted her head in curiosity, while her subordinate cocked her head and laughed in a sheepish, dismissive manner.

“No no! Snehehehe! Nothing's wrong! Everything's A-OK!" she said, causing Atsuko to roll her eyes.

“Okay then, sure," said the shark with a shrug of her shoulders, before sliding her yellow eyes back down upon Franklin and his blushing face, “Everything is in order, Mr. Buchanan. Your heart-rate has gone back down, and despite the redness of your cheeks, I can tell it's formed from embarrassment."

“Em... barrassment...?" he repeated.

“Many boys around your age are embarrassed or apprehensive when they have to stay in a hospital on their own," Atsuko explained as a reassuring smile spread upon her lips, “But I assure you, there's nothing to be shy about. Ms. Valentine and I are here to help you. If you need any help, don't hesitate to call us. We're on duty 24/7," she looked over, “Isn't that right, Carlotta?"

“Hm? Huh?" replied the mouse with her cheeks in a red blush as well, “Oh! Snehehehehe! Yeah, totally! We're on call..." her eyes then slid into a sensual gaze as they fell upon Franklin's face, and her lips curled into a smirk, “Twenty... four... seven..."

“Gulp..."

Why did she say it like that? Her words and tone were both charged, and they implied something to him... but what? He didn't know what was real, and what was only being created by his lust-addled mind. Atsuko didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary as she merely rolled her eyes. Maybe this was normal for Carlotta...

“Well... I think that does it for tonight," said Atsuko as she straightened up, her chest bouncing, “Sleep well, Mr. Buchanan..." she then turned, “C'mon, Carlotta. Let's not keep the patient up all night."

“Yeah... Sneheh! Suuuurreeeee," Carlotta replied.

As the two started walking for the door, Franklin watched them. He felt his once quickened heart begin to settle down... while his eyes watched the subtle sways of Dr. Atsuko and Carlotta. Again, the sharkess was cool and restrained, walking simply... yet having this undeniable allure to the way her hips moved. But the rat? Oh, she was different. The rat was bouncy. Side to side her hips popped, jaunting and energetic in their movements... and oh so purposeful. Watching those wide hips and peach-shaped butt swivel was enough to make Franklin's heart begin to pick up in pace again, and his cheeks turn a beet red. He tried looking away, but the sound of the door opening caused his eyes to snap back. Without another word, Atsuko exited his room. But Carlotta?

She stopped, her hand on the door knob. Then she turned and faced Franklin, this wry grin on her lips.

“Good night, Frankie~" she cooed, her tone holding this irrefutable erotic draw to it.

“Car... lotta...?" he whispered back.

Thud!

The door closed shut.

…

The sun arose over the city of Document, with rays of golden light piercing through the concrete jungle. It was different from the sunrise in his neighborhood, despite being so close. The subtle hum of cars in the morning mixed with the various sounds of a city working as normal, all of which rang into his ears. But he did not focus on these sounds, close though they may be. His gaze was locked on the park directly outside the window of his room.

Even this early in the day, there were people walking through the park. Most of them were people performing their morning workout routine, whether it be jogging, running, or stretching. And a few of them – enough to form a 3-on-3 contest – were playing basketball.

His arm resting on the seal of his window, Franklin watched them play with a forlorn look on his face. Envy pumped through the very veins of his body, wishing with all his heart that he could be down there. This longing both instilled him with the drive to improve his body... while oddly making him feel depressed.

What a strange state of quandary.

Eeeeearrk!

“Good morning, Frankie!" a familiar voice came ringing from the door.

Tensing up, Franklin turned and faced the door behind him. Entering inside, wearing her pink nurse uniform was--

“Oh, Ms. Valentine," he said, causing the mouse to look up at him where her face grew flat.

“Errrrr! Wrong!" she said, even crossing her arms over one another in an 'X' shaped manner, “You can drop the 'Ms. Valentine' honorific. Only the doctors who don't know me super well call me 'Ms. Valentine'."

“But... I don't know you super well," he stated, causing her to roll her eyes as she approached him.

“Believe me, after this week is over, you'll know me. You'll know almost all of me."

There it was again; those words and that charged tone. Hearing them made Franklin grow tense in his wheelchair as his cheeks again turned red. Carlotta approached him with this toying, teasing smile on her lips... before quickly darting around behind him as her giggles filled the air.

“Snehehehehehe! Already up and about, huh?" she said, “I thought you would've stayed in bed a little longer."

“I... woke up earlier than usual," Franklin replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “I guess I'm not used to staying in a hospital."

“Well... let's hope you don't get used to that feeling," Carlotta replied as she grabbed the handle bars of his wheelchair, “I enjoy helping people of course... but I think hospitals are the one job that doesn't want customers. If everyone was 100% healthy, and never suffered any grievous injuries to their body, then hospitals wouldn't be necessary! Buuuuut..."

Poke...

“Mmff...?"

“Little boys like you like breaking their legs," said Carlotta as she poked his cheek, “So nurses and doctors like Atsuko and I will always be needed."

“I didn't break my leg, I just..." he paused, “Ah... never mind."

“Snehehehehehe! Don't worry about it, Frankie. Let's just start your rehabilitation!"

“Wait! N-now?" he asked, his eyes wide with shock.

“Yes, now!" she answered with a sneering grin, “You want to get back on the court, don't you?"

“I do but... I... I uh... a-aren't we being a tad bit hasty? Shouldn't we wait until... I-I at least take a shower first?"

“A shower...?" said Carlotta as they suddenly came to a stop, right before the door in fact, “Quite the... ahem... curious request, wouldn't you agree? Snehehehe! Soooo..." placing her hand on his shoulder, she gently stroked her finger up towards his cheek, poking him again, “We typically give full-body washes to patients who cannot wash themselves."

“F-full-body...?" he repeated, his cheeks burning red.

“It comes with the territory of being a trained medic," Carlotta continued, “Is that what you're asking? For me to wash you?"

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Franklin tried with all his might to fend off the aroused thoughts that infested his mind. Easier said than done. It wasn't just that Carlotta was – admittedly – incredibly attractive, it was also the fact that she purposefully pushed his buttons. He was no idiot; the rodent was a playful little minx, and she gleefully liked to see him squirm.

And squirm he did.

Joke or not, her offer did bring to mind certain... thoughts. Franklin tried – he tried so hard – but his mind was assailed with images of Carlotta. He imagined the mouse unbuttoning her nurse's uniform, revealing her voluptuous body beneath. All of those curves, those straights, that narrowness of her midsection... and her busty breasts. He imagined the toothy smirk on her lips as her wet, soap-soaked hands would move forward, applying a cloth to his body in order to clean it. How gentle she'd be. How firm she'd be. How thorough she'd be. Cleaning him again and again and again.

These thoughts... were not good thoughts. These thoughts were--

“Snrrrk! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

“Guh!?"

Pulling back from his wheelchair, the mouse wrapped her arms around her belly, laughing as if she told an incredible joke. Franklin looked at her, his eyes and mouth wide and cheeks a furious red... before pouting in an annoyance. Of course it was a joke; what the hell was wrong with him?

Closing his eyes and lowering his head, Franklin groaned in embarrassment while Carlotta's died down in volume. Again grabbing his wheelchair, she began pushing him forward, only to stop at a nearby door; the door to the bathroom.

“Right here," she said as she stopped him, “I trust you can wash yourself, right? You'd prefer that?"

“Yes... yes I would..." he muttered back, still fuming from shame.

“Then I'll be waiting right outside the door. Don't keep me waiting~"

Franklin jolted in place. Ears ringing from the tone of her voice, he pulled his head up, watching as Carlotta exited his room. She was... doing that again. Her hips swayed left and right with this purposeful stride; presenting her shapely butt to him as her whip-like tail swiveled through the air. Pulling back in his chair as his cheeks turned red, he watched as the mouse exited his room... before giving him one last parting look.

“Chu~"

“Huh?"

No, wait. Not just a parting look... but she blew him a kiss as well...

Thud!

Then the door closed.

Sitting there for several moments, Franklin kept his eyes locked on the exit, and the phantom image of Carlotta's voluptuous body. He couldn't tell what was real with the rat, or what was his own imagination playing with him. Was she... flirting with him? No, no, she wasn't! Not only would that be an abuse of power – she is his nurse – but she was clearly just toying with him! Yeah, that's it; she was just toying with him.

Right?

Well... he wasn't going to get much work done if he just sat down doing nothing. So opening the door next to him, Franklin rolled himself inside.

You know something annoying about having a broken leg? Things that used to take him only a few minutes to get done, now took significantly longer. It wasn't just moving; even taking a shower was difficult! Fortunately, with this being a hospital, it had many additions that helped make the act of bathing easier... but it was still annoying.

So instead of a brisk five to ten minute shower, it took him twenty minutes to get done. But, hey, he managed himself well, cleaning off his body and putting his patient garbs back on before returning to his wheelchair.

“Okay, Carlotta," said Franklin as he pushed through the door, “I'm rea... dy...? Hm?"

Carlotta wasn't there.

Confused, Franklin looked around in circles, gazing down one end of the hall and the other. In both directions, he saw nothing. Not a nurse, not a doctor, and certainly not Carlotta. Didn't she say she was going to be right outside his door? Where could the mouse be?

“Carlotta...?" he called as he began pushing himself down the hall, “Where are you?"

His call was answered with silence as he pushed himself further and further down the hall. Was it him, or was the physical therapy wing of Sacred Hope a bit... eerie? It was so quiet compared to every hospital he's ever been in before. No other patients, no other staff; it was just him and the earthy brown halls around him.

“Hm?"

And then he stopped.

In front of him was the hospital's gym, with two large doors in front of him. Franklin knew the walls of a gym better than his own home at times. Do you know how many years he's spent running around within them? How many years has he spent performing various workout routines? He was a basketball player, so of course you'd often find him at a court, or in a gym, or doing something to keep his body active.

So why? Why was he now feeling so... apprehensive? No, that wasn't strong enough to describe what he was feeling. Right now, Franklin felt outright frightened by the gym in front of him. And it was all because of his leg.

He looked down at it, wondering where everything went wrong. All he did was fall, and that was enough to break his leg. Was it the fall itself? Did he fall too hard? Or was it a long time coming? Had he overworked himself, and his weakening leg was a sign he was ignoring? Whatever the case may be, he felt himself both hopeful to get back on his feet and running... and also terrified of it. Like he was waiting for one more mistake to shatter his body into pieces.

Krunk!

The door opened.

“Oh. There you are. I was waiting for you."

“Ah...? Dr... Summers?"

“Heya, Frankie! I was wondering when you'd show up?"

“C-Carlotta?"

Sportswear.

Tight. Stretchy. Sportswear.

Again, Franklin has spent many, many hours within a gym. He's used to sportswear of all kinds. Gym shorts, sports bras, full on leotards; he's seen it all. But now, things were different. Now, he realized how secretly erotic gym clothes can be.

Before with Carlotta's nurse uniform and Atsuko's lab coat, their bodies were covered from his young, lecherous eyes. Now with their sportswear, they were inadvertently revealed. It was the sharkess who stood before him first, so it was the sharkess who he focused on the most.

Around her hips were tight black pants, ones that hugged close to her defined curves and physique. Perhaps due to species and height, her hips weren't as wide as Carlotta's, nor were her legs as thicc. Not to say that's a bad thing though; she was more sculpted, more shapely. Like a Venetian statue, Atsuko exuded an almost unobtainable beauty thanks to her athletic figure and womanly curves. How the width of her hips slid into the narrowness of her waist, which then expanded to the curves of her busty chest. The rounded shape of her shoulders which looked carved from the finest of marble. And the musculature of her body, from her toned arms and legs, and even the abs on her stomach.

And her chest – her chest! The sports bra she wore was green in color and hugged close to her breasts in order to contain her glorious bust. But in the middle at the top, there was a keyhole that exposed her cleavage, flaunting the way her bosom would rise up and down with her every breath.

Atsuko's long red hair had also been pulled back, but not into the professional bun it was yesterday. Undone of its bun, her hair fell into this long, flowing ponytail which cascaded along her back, exposing her serious face and those yellow eyes that were locked upon him. Her head was even tilted to the side as if dismissive of Franklin and the area around him.

By comparison, Carlotta was her exact opposite.

The grinning gym rat was wearing clothing similar to Atsuko... but somehow even skimpier, if one could believe it. At least the sharkess had this green and gray vest on her shoulders for added covering; Carlotta had no such thing! The mouse also wasn't wearing pants, but instead wearing shorts which didn't even come down to her knees. They hugged her wider hips and thiccer thighs, while her red sports bra covered her presumptuous chest.

Her thin red sports bra.

At least Atsuko's sports bra covered her bosom in its entirety... despite the cleavage hole at the top. Carlotta's bra not only exposed her cleavage, but the sides of her chest as well, and even her back thanks to how it wrapped around her neck! So much skin and fur was exposed, meaning that – like Atsuko before her – Carlotta's surprisingly fit physique was exposed to all.

He had felt it yesterday when the mouse and sharkess worked together to lift him into his bed, but now he was seeing it outright. Both Atsuko and Carlotta were physical beauties! Their toned arms, legs and thighs, their sculpted figures, their powerful builds! If he saw them on the cover of some gym magazine, he wouldn't even think twice!

“Okay, Carlotta. Wheel Mr. Buchanan in," said Atsuko, to which the mouse gave a playful salute.

“Aye aye, Dr. Atsuko! Snehehehehe!"

Doing as she was told, the mouse walked around to Franklin's back, and began pushing him into the gym. It was wide, spacious, and filled with a plethora of gym equipment. There was the typical treadmill, the usual weights, and of course a gym mat, but it all had a more medical edge to it in comparison to normal gym.

Oh, yeah, and of course, the gym was completely empty. It was just the three of them, with no other doctors, nurses, or patients in sight. Confused, Franklin leaned in to scan the gym, only to be pushed forward by Carlotta.

“Right here," said Atsuko as they came to an open mat, “We'll begin here."

“Aye aye, Doctor!"

“Ugh... please stop that, Carlotta..."

The mouse giggled as they came to a stop at the mat, where she leaned over upon the back of Franklin's wheelchair. Stiffening in place, he felt his cheeks turn red. Just a few inches away – no, a few centimeters away – was Carlotta's busty chest. If he leaned back a bit too far, he'd be resting her head along her tits. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't even want to look at her! So he kept his gaze focused forward... though that turned out to be a curse in itself.

“Alright. Let's get started," Atsuko said... as she positioned herself right in front of Franklin.

He stiffened in place and looked up. Before him, the sharkess had her arms crossed beneath her chest, and her yellow eyes locked upon his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a shrill gasp.

This busty, amazonian shark was standing in front of him... and he was completely trapped! Her bombastic pose made him feel so small beneath her intense gaze; like she could crush him from eyesight alone. And when he saw those wild, sharp teeth of hers, he felt threatened.

Now he understands the fear of being in the open seas with shark fins surrounding you.

“Umm...." Franklin muttered, while Atsuko tilted her head up.

“Carlotta," she said, “Please remove Mr. Buchanan from his wheelchair and give him support."

“Right away! Snehehe!"

Doing as she was told, Carlotta slipped her arms around the wheelchair and beneath Franklin's armpits. He yipped and bolted upright, while the giggling rat began lifting him up with her surprising strength. With her guidance, he was pulled upon his unsteady feet, which flopped like noodles. But after a few seconds, he stiffened himself upright, and planted his feet down on the ground to hold himself steady.

“Ah! That's it!" Carlotta said in a complementary manner as a grin spread on her lips, “You're doing great, Frankie!"

“Um... th-thanks...?" he said back in confusion.

He could stand well enough on his own, he was just clumsy and cumbersome thanks to this stiff cast on his leg that restricted movements. Carlotta had to know that, right? She let him shower on his own, so she could trust him to stand on his own too, right? So why was she still holding onto him? And why was she pressing against him so tight? Her strong arms hugged him close... meaning his back was pressed against her firm and busty breasts.

Her chest was like a pillow in how it supported him. And with how thin her sports bra was, he could practically feel the curvature of her tits press against him. All that separated them was this leather fabric.

If Franklin wasn't as stiff as a board before, he certainly was now. And that doesn't just go for his body as a whole. There was a specific area of him that was very, very hard. A part of his body that was almost too proud to ignore. He felt it twitch and throb with pain, causing his head to drop down. Thankfully, it was obscured by his pants. But how long could that last?

“Stretches," said Atsuko, snapping him from his thoughts, “I'm sure you're more than used to that, Mr. Buchanan."

“Oh could you please drop the whole 'Mister Buchanan' thing?" said Carlotta with a wry grin, “Just call him Frankie, Atsuko. He's a boy, not a grown man with children!"

“Hmmmgh..." the sharkess groaned with a roll of her eyes, “Carlotta, please. Take this seriously. Mr. Buchanan is not here to play, he is here to mend his body."

“I know that, and he knows that," the rat replied, “But you acting so stiff and robotic isn't gonna make him feel any better! Frankie's a kid, and he's surrounded by two athletic babes! I don't think he wants to be scowled at all day like you're doing now."

“Wait... babes?" he repeated, eyes wide and pupils small.

“Ugh... for the love of..." Atsuko's gaze fell on his face, “Mr. Buchanan... would you prefer it if I dropped the formalities?"

“I... um... well... I..."

Rubbing the side of his head, Franklin sheepishly looked to the side. He honestly didn't feel any specific way what Atsuko called him, whether it be Mr. Buchanan, Franklin, or any variation thereof. But when he looked over towards Carlotta's grinning face behind him, he felt his cheeks heat up. Slowly he looked back... and swallowed his spit.

“Yeah. I'd... prefer it if you were a little more casual with me," he whispered.

“Snehehehehe! See! I toldja so!"

“Mggghh..." Atsuko groaned whilst palming her face in annoyance.

Shaking her head a few times, the sharkess eventually straightened back up as she locked her gaze upon Franklin once again.

“Okay then... Franklin..."

“Mmph..."

Oh... that was... odd. He felt a jolt rush down his spine when she called him 'Franklin'. It was filled with all the strength and vigor of a stern teacher, so... why did that feel so good?

“Since you are a basketball player, I don't think I need to explain to you the importance of doing stretches, do I?" asked Atsuko as she stuck her nose up at him, “So, with Carlotta holding you up, I want you to follow after me, understood?"

“Right... right!"

“Good! Now then..." her head tilted to the side, “Head to the right."

“Mm-hm!"

Following along with Atsuko, Franklin leaned his head to the right. For ten seconds he held this pose, going along with her counting. She then held her head to the left, and he followed suit. For ten seconds, they kept their heads leaning. Then the sharkess laid her head forward, and he held his head forward for ten seconds. And, lastly, Atsuko leaned her head back, causing Franklin to lay his head back...

Plap!

Where he fell right into Carlotta's tits.

“Hmmm!?"

“Snehehehehehe!"

“Guh!?"

“1... 2... 3... 4..."

Franklin looked up as Atsuko's counting fell on deaf ears. Above him was Carlotta, who wore this toothy grin on her cheeky face. She knew what was happening; there was no need to try and defend himself. Her breasts were not only cradling his head, but they lifted and supported him as well. He could feel the smooth and stretchy fabric of her sports bra, but thanks to her cleavage, he could also feel her fur. And he could hear...

Ba-Dump... Ba-Dump... Ba-Dump...

The gentle beating of her heart. In turn, his own heart was--

BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP!

Beating so furiously!

And this all happened...

“And... 10. You can lift your head up now, Franklin."

In a matter of seconds.

“Ah...! Mmph!"

Franklin snapped his head upright as Carlotta's teasing giggles filled his ears. Briefly his gaze scrambled about before snapping on Atsuko, who looked upon him with her no-nonsense yellow eyes.

“Are you okay, Franklin?" she asked, to which he nodded furiously.

“Yes! Yeah! Yes!" he replied, “I'm just a bit... uh... dizzy, I guess. But I'm fine! I'm fine..."

That wasn't a complete lie. He was a bit dizzy... but not because of any neck stretches. Atsuko tilted her head at this... but shook it as a dismissive sigh left her lips.

“Next then. Arm stretched out for ten seconds," she said, to which he nodded.

Extending her right arm across her chest, her left arm then held it up as she kept it stretched out in a perfect line. Franklin mirrored her as he too stretched out his right arm with his left arm holding. The stretching thankfully took his mind off of the fact that, ya'know, he just laid his head upon Carlotta's breasts. But focusing on Atsuko presented a different problem.

The shark's breasts...

She was counting from one to ten as expected with her arm stretched. However, the way she was positioned meant that she was squeezing her chest. It was slight... but it was enough to make her breasts appear more pronounced. Their size expanded within the alright tight and compact confides of her sports bra, but now they were pressing against the rim of her cleavage!

Franklin's eyes grew wide at the sight, locked squarely on Atsuko's bosom. He was like a deer caught in headlights with how shamelessly he ogled her compressed chest. Thankfully for him, the sharkess didn't notice his perverted gaze... because she was counting with her eyes closed.

“And... 10..." she said as she dropped her arm... only to raise her left arm, mirroring her pose from before, “And now for the left arm. 1... 2... 3..."

“Mmm..."

Again, Franklin copied her, and again again, his eyes were trapped on her busty bosom. Why oh why did Atsuko and Carlotta have to be so... well-endowed? And why was it only now that he was learning how much of a breast boy he was!? Then again, there was the school's track star, Paris, and she was rather busty...

No, no, no! Not now! Definitely not now! He should not be having these thoughts now! His pants already did a poor job of hiding his erection before! He couldn't be staying at Sacred Hope, popping boners all the time! What was wrong with him!? Didn't he have a stronger constitution than this?

Apparently not...

“And... 10..." said Atsuko as she dropped her hands on her hips... and gave Franklin a smile, “Pretty good, Franklin. You're keeping up well. I'm happy to know the rest of your body hasn't atrophied since your injury."

“Um... th-thanks..." said Franklin, only for Atsuko's smile to drop.

“Now, bend forward for ten seconds."

“Oh... okay!"

With Carlotta's hands on his hips to keep him from falling over, Franklin bent forward as best he could. A limber young man, he could easily touch his toes if need be. His cast on his leg however made that a little bit difficult, so he didn't bend forward too far. That allowed him to look up, and when he did...

“1... 2... 3..."

“Mmmgghh!?"

Atsuko was perfect. Not only was she a doctor, and not only was her body fit and athletic, but she was surprisingly limber as well. Easily, the sharkess bent over until she was touching the tips of her toes, and she held the pose without an inkling of pain or discomfort. Her shapely butt was stuck to the air, with her tail even extended to flaunt her control over it.

But of course, it was her breasts he was attracted to the most. With the pull of gravity, Atsuko's tits hung from her chest, with her sports bra squeezing them tight. He could not only see their glorious size, but he could also see their erotic shape as they softly swayed back and forth. They were so big, and so bouncy as well. Even with her sports bra, he knew if she hopped up and down, her tits would jump up and down as well.

Needless to say, this was not doing his manhood any favors. And just for added measure.

“And... 10..." said Atsuko as she straightened back up... causing her breasts to indeed bounce.

They wobbled up and down, left and right for a few seconds. But for Franklin and his lecherous eyes, those 'few seconds' may as well have been a few minutes. He marveled at their size, their shape, and their succulent movements as they happened... up until her breasts finally came to a satisfying stop.

“Good job, Frankie~" whispered Carlotta sultrily into his ear as he straightened upright, “Atsuko is right; you really are keeping up well! Snehehehehehe! And, gotta say, I really love this tight butt of yours."

“Wh-what!?"

Oh... right. While he and Atsuko were performing their stretches, Carlotta was keeping her hands on his hips to help him remain upright. Which means when he bent over... he was giving her a rather unflattering view of his ass.

As he realized this, he swung his head over to look her in her eyes, his face one of sheer shock and terror. And in response...

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Carlotta's legs nearly buckled as she gave a loud, hardy laugh, one that filled the entirety of the gym. Franklin blushed and looked to the side, while Atsuko rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Carlotta?" asked the sharkess.

“More than you'd ever know! Snehehehehe!" the gym rat replied as her laughter died down.

Carlotta's cool blue eyes looked down Franklin's body... where they fell upon the sizable lump that had formed between his legs. He was really bad at hiding this, ya'know? Sure, it wasn't a complete tower of lust that was impossible to ignore, but it wasn't really hard to miss either. His shameful face didn't help things either; he looked like a child who was caught with their hand in the metaphorical cookie jar!

Thankfully for him and his psyche, Atsuko wasn't paying close enough attention to notice it.

“How do you feel, Franklin?" asked the shark as she looked him in his face.

“I'm... fine," he replied before wheeling his arm around, “It's... been a while since I've done stretches though. My arms feel a bit tense."

“Do you... wish to take a break?" she asked, to which he shook his head.

“No, we just got started. I'm... ready for anything you have planned."

Atsuko smiled.

“Good. Then let's not futz around any longer," turning around, she pointed at two handle bars that sat aligned with one another, “Let's go over here. We'll try walking with support. Your mother said you attempt to talk around upstairs using various pieces of furniture for support. These handlebars should help you get used to standing upright again. Carlotta; be sure to help Franklin."

“I got him! Snehehehehehe!"

With the mouse's continued aid, Franklin stumbled towards the handlebars in the distance. He could feel aches and pains surge through both of his legs as he moved, but he remained upright. Not just because Carlotta was there to help him, but also because of his own hardheadedness. Refusing to give in, he marched towards the bars, and upon reaching them, he grabbed them for support.

“There..."

“Good job, Franklin," said Atsuko as she walked ahead of him, “I see your resilience is strong. Ufufufu. You are a strong boy, aren't you?"

Coming to a stop at the other end of the bars, the shark placed her hands upon the bars as she looked down upon Franklin. He looked back, his legs still shaking up and down while he read the kind and reassuring smile Atsuko wore on her lips.

“Walk towards me," she whispered, “I'm only a few feet away. Take your time, Franklin. I'm not going anywhere."

He gritted his teeth in response, before looking down at the ground. Like Atsuko said, the distance between himself and her was only a few feet. And yet, those few feet seemed so insurmountable thanks to his reduced movements. His broken leg couldn't even bend thanks to the cast it was in!

But he didn't let that slow him down. Encouraged by Atsuko and the smile on her lips, he marched towards the shark. Step... after step... after step. His movements were stiff and jerky, and they sent slight aches and pains throughout him, but he did not let that stop him. How could he stop when the sharkess was beckoning him forward?

“Franklin," she whispered, her hand raised as it curled inward towards herself, “Just a little closer, Franklin."

Was it him, or was her tone rather... thrilling? There was something remarkable about it, something strong and sensual. No... no! That was just his imagination playing with him. Atsuko wasn't playful and teasing like Carlotta was. Still, her mature, womanly voice sounded like sweet music to his ears. No matter how stern and stiff she may be, he could feel warmth flow through his body and blood pump through his veins. And all of that blood went right down towards his crotch.

How could it not? This beautiful, strong, sharkess, was beckoning him closer and closer. His name was leaving her lips, and this sweet smile was on her face. Instinctively, he used his desire for her to push himself forward. He longed for her so much that he hadn't even realized that Carlotta was no longer holding him up. All of the strength he used was his own!

Before he knew it, he was just a few inches shy of Atsuko. His head tipped back to look up at her smiling face, while she looked back down upon him. When her yellow eyes ran up and down his face, his lips curled into a sheepish and bashful smile.

“Did I... do it...?" he asked, to which she nodded.

“Yes, you did."

“Oh... that's-- ngh!?"

Maybe he pushed himself a bit too hard.

Suddenly, Franklin's knee buckled, causing his balance to falter, which made him collapse. Even the handle bars beside him weren't enough to keep him upright as he felt his arms grow weak and loose. Fortunately...

Plap...

Atsuko was there to catch him.

Her arms fell on his sides to hold him up, while his arms fell upon her shoulders... and his head landed right into her chest. Like with Carlotta before, Franklin's head was cradled, lifted, and supported by the shark's tits. Only this time... it was his face that was being cradled.

Franklin's nose fell between Atsuko's cleavage, his face damn-near sandwiched by her glorious tits. The scales of her marine body gently rubbed against his face, being far different from the texture of flesh, or the fur of Carlotta's body. Not to say that's bad, mind you. He rather liked it, in fact. The way her breasts lifted him, how warm they were, and how he heard that gentle beating. That simple, subtle, lovely...

Ba-Dump... Ba-Dump... Ba-Dump...

Oh yes, this was ecstasy.

“Good job... Frankie..."

Franklin jolted. Did... did Atsuko just call him 'Frankie'? He heard that, right? That wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him, or Carlotta doing a really good voice impression? It felt so odd hearing such a casual nickname come from the stoic lips of the sharkess in front of him! None of his female teachers ever called him 'Frankie' before! What was going on?

Whatever it was he was feeling... he could say it felt really damn good.

Atsuko's strong hands gently squeezed his sides, helping to build him back up. Growing tense, Franklin felt almost every ridge of her powerful palms as they pressed through his thin clothing. His hands meanwhile were still placed on her shoulders and slightly wrapped around her neck, while his eyes gazed into her yellow eyes.

“Um... Franklin," said Atsuko.

“Y-yes?"

“Are you going to stare longingly into my eyes all day?"

“Huh? HUH!? OH!? W-wait!?"

He tried pulling back, alerted and embarrassed by what he was doing, even if accidentally. But his stance was still weak, so the moment he pulled back too far... he fell. But instead of collapsing on his back and probably hurting himself...

“Gotcha!"

Plap!

“Mmmff!?"

He was caught within the strong grasp and equally as busty chest of Carlotta.

Having fallen, he incidentally reclined against the gym rat's furry and voluptuous body, with his head resting upon her chest. At the same time, Atsuko's hands were still on his hips, also helping to hold him upright so that he didn't fall. So when he looked forward, yes, he found the shark's breasts staring him in his face.

Franklin was sandwiched between the toned and athletic bodies of his doctors!

Plap!

“Are you okay...?" asked Atsuko?

Why?

Why?

Why why why why why?

Why did she move in!?

If Franklin wasn't stuck before, he was downright pinned in place now! Not only was Carlotta's breasts resting at his back as her athletic and curvy body pushed in against him. But now, he was no longer only looking at Atsuko's breasts. Worried for her patient, the sharkess moved in herself, helping her subordinate in holding him up. However, that just meant now he had her breasts pressing against him!

Her deep, busty, bountiful cleavage, pressed against his nose. Nostrils flaring, Franklin took in a heavy whiff of Atsuko's body, where he could smell the scent of lavender. Was that what she put on this morning? On her amazing body, it was downright enthralling.

It took all of Franklin's power to pull his nose out of her cleavage, where he rested his chin atop her breasts. Eyes swirls of embarrassment, confusion, and, yes, arousal, he looked up towards Atsuko's concerned face. She wasn't doing this to elicit a response from him. No, she was holding him because she was genuinely worried for his well being. His cheeks were so red, his eyes a bit dazed, and his legs were twitching and buckling beneath their own wait.

But of course they were! To his back, he had Carlotta's curvy yet toned body supporting him as her hands and arms wrapped around his waist. In front of him, he had Atsuko's taller and more mature body also holding him up as her hands too wrapped around his torso. And to top it off, their grand, busty breasts, clad only in thin sports bras, were practically supporting his head! Hell, their tits were damn near touching!

This moment felt like it was going on for an eternity. But in reality, it was only a few seconds.

“I'm... fine..." Franklin replied, his voice a bit stiff as he practically melted between them, “You just... s-s-surprised me."

“Is... that true?" asked Atsuko while Carlotta giggled knowingly in his ear.

Raising her hand, the sharkess placed it upon his cheek, clutching him gently. Still embarrassed, Franklin looked anywhere but at her eyes, while his doctor continued touching him. From his cheek to his forehead she dragged her palm, allowing him to feel every inch of her hand. And such a lovely, majestic hand. He could feel the power behind it, but it was laced with this softness that refused to hurt him... despite the fact that she could easily do so if she pleased.

“You're burning up..." whispered Atsuko as she dropped her hand, “Carlotta, could you lay Franklin down on the mat nearby? I would like to properly check his temperature. I'll run and grab a thermometer."

“Wh-what?" he said.

“Snehehehehe! Right away, Dr. Atsuko!" replied the mouse in an excited manner.

With Franklin scrambling in her arms, Carlotta began pulling him away. No good; she was so damn strong! You wouldn't expect that of a rat of her size and stature, but she had enough strength to give a horse a run for their money! And this gym rat had no qualms with dragging him around as she pulled him to the gym mat and gently laid him upon it.

Laying there, Franklin stared up to the ceiling, his arms and legs spread out as a face of complete bewilderment laid on his face. How did he even get here? Sure, he was heating up... but it wasn't for any medical reason. That appeared to fly over Atsuko's head.

It did not go over Carlotta's.

As the sharkess quickly exited to find a thermometer and any other medical instrument that would help her properly check Franklin's temperature, she left Carlotta alone with him. Fists on her hips, the gym rat stood above him, wearing this wicked grin on her lips as she gazed upon his face. He gazed back, still confused, wondering why she was appearing so devilish.

The curvaceous body of the nurse towered above him like some Roman statue. From her toned and thicc thighs, to her slim waistline, up to her grand bosom, and that sneering grin on her face, there was not one aspect of Carlotta that was hidden from view. Franklin further melted beneath her looming visage, causing his cheeks to burn redder... and this other area to get harder.

“Popping boners, eh, Frankie~?"

What...

WHAT!?

Maybe his mind was still rebooting from what just happened, but it took him a few moments too long to realize what she said. But when he did, his eyes swelled, doubling in size as his confused face became mortified.

“Carlotta, I--" Slither! “Huh? Mmf!?"

Her... tail? Yes, her tail! Carlotta's tail came slithering over, where she used it to cover his mouth, silencing him. Franklin struggled against it briefly, but with all that had happened, his body was still weak. He could only flop around as he gripped her tail, while the gym rat leaned over, her wicked grin shifting into something more... devilish.

“Don't worry~" she cooed, her voice mischievous... and sexually charged, “As your nurse, your health is of the utmost importance to me... or something like that. So I'll help that little thing of yours go down. Promise."

“Mmmf?"

“I'll take that as a 'Thank you'! Snehehehehehe!"

“Hnnmph!?"

Her tail further tightened around his mouth, keeping him properly silenced. How was she even capable of doing that? Carlotta had such expert control over her tail, capable of keeping him quiet, but somehow not to a discomforting level. All the while she moved over until she was standing directly above his body, with her back turned towards him.

Her strong, shapely, sculpted back. Carlotta wasn't muscular to the point that it marred the portrait that was her body, but she was clearly a very athletically-minded young woman. Toned in all the right places, her sporty physique belied the undeniably erotic allure of her more curvy features. Her thighs were already honed and thicc, but right now with her back turned towards him, Franklin's focus was glued upon her butt.

Her big, bountiful, beautiful, butt.

Carlotta's tight gym shorts hugged close to her body, gripping upon her hips and curving around her shapely ass. Looking over her shoulder, the gym rat flashed Franklin a saucy grin, before gazing forward once again. Slowly, she started bending over, causing his eyes to widen as her plump, juicy ass began to expand before his eyes. Bigger... wider... more... more! Before he knew it, his eyesight was absolutely dominated by the mouse's fat butt!

“Snehehehehehehe!"

Her taunting giggles filled the air, belying how restrained she was being. Left and right, side to side, Carlotta gleefully flaunted her butt, shaking her ass before his gaze. Franklin's once desperate struggles were subdued, as his eyes drank in the erotic image of the gym rat's backside.

Fuck, it was so big. He's seen big butts before, but usually through the screen of a computer. Never had he seen one so close before. Never had he seen one be purposefully presented for him. His chest swelled at the sight and his breathing grew tense... while another area of his body swelled.

If it wasn't already at its zenith, it definitely was now.

The clothes of a patient aren't really the most flattering. He'd honestly compare it to that of wearing a fabric that was slightly tougher than paper. Nowhere was that more blatant than now. The shorts he was wearing had this large tent formed in the bottom of it, one that had a blatant dark stain at the tip. Looking over her shoulder once again, Carlotta saw it... and giggled.

Anymore teasing, and he was sure he'd rip straight through his shorts!

“Oh-ho~! Someone's gettin' into it~" the mouse cooed, “'Kay. I'll help ya with it! Snehehehehe!"

Placing her hands on her knees, Carlotta slowly began moving down. Yes. Slooooowwwwwllllyyy beeeeeggaaaaan moooovvvinnnggg dooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwnnnn. And Franklin laid there, watching her body move with his mouth agape, and a sliver of drool slipping from his maw. He was so entranced by her curvy ass, that he hadn't even realized her tail had long since slipped from his lips, allowing him to speak. But all that came out was...

“Guhhghgh..."

“Snehehehehehehe!"

Pat!

“Oof!"

This weight. This furry, curvy weight! It pressed down on his pelvis, with his long, thick cock pressed against the crevice of her ass! Even through his shorts and hers, he could feel the rotund shape of her butt, while her weight helped to wedge the tip of his length along her ass' valley.

“Fuck~ it's so big~" cooed Carlotta as she softly swayed her hips left and right, “You're only eighteen? Shiiiiit... I'd think you were a little older. Snehehehe~ lucky me, I guess~"

“Nmm... C-Carlotta..."

“Shhhhh!" she said, looking over her shoulder where she wore this wicked grin.

Looking him dead in the eyes with her cool blue ones, the gym rat raised her hand, where she formed a circle with her thumb and index finger. Then she raised her other hand and extended her index and ring finger. Pointing it with this circle, she started to--

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

“You know what to do with that thing, right?" she asked in a mischievous and perverted manner, “Snehehehehehe! You're young, but you're not dumb! So ya'know what I'm gonna do?" she dropped her hands, placing them on her knees as she began moving her butt up and down, “I'm gonna twerk my ass on this cock of yours until you 'spew spew' your cum all over your pants! Snehehehehehehe! That'll calm ya down real quick!"

“What?" Clap! “Nghgh!?"

Carlotta wasn't lying, nor was she planning on waiting around. Her wicked smile shifting into a more reserved yet no less impish smirk, the gym rat began to jerk her hips up and down at a quickened pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down, she twerked her ass upon his cock, slamming down upon his waist with the full weight of her bountiful butt. Every smack triggered this loud 'Clap!' noise that echoed through the hospital gym... and drew a gasp from Franklin's lips.

“Haaah! Haah! Wh-what!? Nnghgh! What are you...!? Aaah!"

“Snehehehehehehe!"

Carlotta's smirk remained on her lips as her twerking hips kept up their steady pace. Up! Down! Up! Down! Up! Down! It was all so fast, he watched the quakes travel throughout her shapely ass! For such an athletic woman, her butt was still so pliable and soft. Her every bounce down sent a quake through her ass, one that grew stronger and stronger as she got faster and faster.

Every impact, every twerk, every movement, Franklin could feel it. It was through her underwear, her tight shorts, and through his shorts, his underwear, and yet he felt it! The way they stroked along his throbbing dick, sent pleasing jolts down his body.

“Haaahh...! Aaahhhaaa!"

Throwing his head back and closing his eyes, Franklin's mouth gaped open as he felt the twerking movements of Carlotta jerk his cock off.

The feeling was mutual.

Despite their clothing covering each other, the gym rat could still feel the heat rush off of his girthy cock. It pushed through her ass as she sandwiched it between her juicy cheeks. At first she bit her bottom lip, but then it split open to let out an erotic groan of--

“Aaahhhaaa~~"

The sound reverberated through the hospital gym, while she looked over her shoulder to stare upon Franklin's moaning face. He looked so cute as the pleasure overwhelmed him. A virgin, definitely, if that wasn't blatantly obvious before. And such a strong one as well. Breaking his leg may have made him inert, but Atsuko was right; he had not atrophied in the slightest. Jerky little movements shot through his body, causing his hips to thrust up, fucking his cock right through the valley of her ass. And that triggered such a delicious, erotic, heart-pounding--

Clap!

Franklin gritted his teeth and reached down, grabbing the mat beneath him. Looking down with desperate eyes, he felt the all-too familiar rush of a rising orgasm. Hey, he was a virgin, but he was still a teenage boy! He knew how good it felt to have a napkin and hand wrapped around his member! But this? This!? This was... this was... this was--

“AH! HAHH! HAAAHH!!!"

SPURT! SPLORT! SPLURRT!

“Nmmph~!"

Franklin flinched, and Carlotta did likewise, the mouse's hip movements slowing to a halt. Within his underwear and pants, he unleashed a torrent of jizz which quickly filled out the space. Hot and white, it flowed around his cock, forming a pit stain in his clothing that was impossible to ignore... if the smell didn't clue you in first.

Holy shit, that fucking smell. With a nose as sensitive as hers, Carlotta took one whiff of the odor, and it instantly elicited a hungry groan from her lips. Fangs biting softly into her plump lips, she closed her eyes and shuddered, while her back arched, causing her busty breasts to bounce. In her mind, only one thought rushed through her brain.

I gotta get more...

And then it was over...

Thud!

“Ooooh...?"

Franklin laid there, struggling to come to terms with what just happened. He almost refused to believe it even happened! Did... did Carlotta just twerk her ass on his cock until he came? No, no, no. This had to be a wet dream, right? He was still in his hospital room, right?

Well...

“Snehehehehe~ did it feel good?"

No, this was real.

Franklin's eyes reopened and he looked forward. His cum was oozing through the seams of his clothing, enough of which had gotten stuck to Carlotta's ass in bridges. Eyes swelling, his mouth gaped in sheer shock and terror, fearing he had done something wrong. The mouse saw this face, and--

“Snnrrk! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

Carlotta began laughing hard, even falling over upon the floor like someone had told an uproarious joke. The sight of her tumbling on the floor was enough to instantly snatch away Franklin's fear... and replace it with confusion. Why was she laughing? Had he said or done something stupid?

Probably. But still...

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Carlotta laughed through tears, her chest heaving as she got out of breath from all of her laughing, “I can't! I'm trying! I'm really trying, I sweeaaaar! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

For several moments she sat there, laughing and laughing. It eventually came to an end... but only 'eventually'. The gym rat could really laugh!

“Okay! I'm done! I swear! I'm done!" said Carlotta as her laughing finally ceased, and she sat up on her but.

Visible tears of laughter fell from her eyes, causing her to wipe them away while Franklin stared at her with eyes of bewilderment. For several moments they sat there, their recent tryst quickly fading to the backs of their minds. Carlotta's face grew soft, still smirking, still leering at him with those mischievous eyes, but it just wasn't as powerful as it was before.

Sliding in close, the gym rat propped up her head with one hand, while her other hand pointed at him, her finger jabbing into his chest.

“So~" she said, “A cute, handsome boy like yourself who plays basketball... you got a girlfriend?"

Franklin didn't know what to focus on first. The fact that she asked him such a question after what they just did, or the fact that she used 'cute' and 'handsome' to describe him. Weren't those things opposite? Naturally, he responded with--

“Huh?"

“Snehehehehe! Never mind! You totes don't have a girlfriend," said Carlotta with a snicker, “If you did, you wouldn't've let me jerk on your cock until you came all in your pants! You're a good kid, I can tell! Snehehehehehehe!"

“Um... Carlotta..." he mumbled back, his head tilted to one side, “What... what did we do?"

The mouse didn't respond, at least, not right away, and not verbally. Instead, a wicked grin spread on her lips and her eyes leered at him. A few chortles even left her lips.

“Nothing~" she answered.

That was not the answer he wanted to hear. He opened his mouth to speak again, but--

Krunk!

The door opened up.

“I'm back," Atsuko announced as she returned to the gym, “I've brought medical instruments in tow with me. Franklin, can you stand?"

“I, uh! I--" he replied, his face turning pale. Thankfully for him...

“They're... unnecessary," said Carlotta as she stood up and walked between them, “Frankie's okay!"

Atsuko tilted her head at her subordinate, incredulous.

“What do you mean he's okay?" she asked, “Franklin was burning up just moments ago. How can he be okay now?"

“Beeecaaaaauuusseee," said Carlotta as she walked closer and closer, eventually coming to Atsuko's side, “You see, Frankie, he..."

Sitting on the mat some distance away, Franklin could not hear what the mouse was saying to the sharkess. Her lips were next to her ears, whispering something to her. At first, Atsuko appeared skeptical, but then her eyes widened in disbelief... and then her face grew tense with embarrassment.

Why was Atsuko embarrassed!? What did Carlotta tell her!?

“I... see..." said the shark, “Well..."

“See, what!? Well, what!?" said Franklin desperately, fearing whatever it was the mouse told her.

He wouldn't get an answer.

“I completely understand," said the sharkess, causing him to tilt her head, “We can bring our stretches to an end here while you get yourself a change of pants and underwear."

“What. Did. She. Tell. You?" asked Franklin through gritted teeth, while Carlotta giggled from behind.

“I assure you, Franklin, what you experienced is normal for people who have lost some use of their lower body," answered the shark, which only further confused and mortified him, “So, please, do not think less of yourself. I'll be waiting here until your return," she looked over, “Carlotta, please help Franklin back to his room."

“Snehehehehehe! Right away, Atsuko!"

“No! No! Seriously, what did she tell you!?"

…

He wouldn't get an answer to that question. Atsuko remained tight-lipped whilst wearing a red blush on her face, while all Carlotta did was chortle and giggle in his ear. Whatever it was the mouse told her, it resulted in his embarrassment more than her own, despite what they mutually did with one another. Maybe it was for the best; he couldn't imagine what would happen if the sharkess learned what really happened between them.

Besides, he could use a change of underwear and shorts.

But as Franklin went about taking off his shorts and underwear, he would come to see the aftermath of his 'little' moment with Carlotta. His underwear was cold as his cum had soaked into them, though it was still sticky enough that when he dragged them down his legs, they stuck to him like glue. Face twisting into a visage of disgust and embarrassment, he looked down at his crotch as he removed his shorts and underwear, tossing them aside.

He couldn't believe that happened. He almost didn't believe it happened. It made more sense if his legs suddenly gave out on him, he fell back, hit his head, and only imagined Carlotta twerking her ass on him until he came! Why would she even do that in the first place? Didn't that risk her losing her job?

Like, seriously, having sex with your patient has to break some sort of rule, right?

But it happened, and the phantom sensations of his first time sent jolts through his body... and his loins. His cock began stiffening once again as he imagined Carlotta's ass, jerking up and down with that wicked grin on her lips. Try, try, with all his might to force those thoughts from his head, they only continued building up until he was face to face with his hardened cock.

“Nggh..."

But Franklin looked away.

That wasn't really his first time, was it? Sure, it was different from masturbating with his hand, but it was also different from full on sexual intercourse. There was no penetration, hell, they didn't even take off their clothes. Carlotta just sat on him, all while moving her butt up and down with perfect, erotic movements. She didn't need to fuck him outright; her ass did a good enough job of bringing him to orgasm all on its own.

But why? Why did she do it? Just for the hell of it? For fun? Was she attracted to him? Well, she did call him handsome and cute... which he was still trying to wrap his head around. Gah, dammit, this was all too confusing! Why was he thinking about it so hard? He should have just enjoyed how amazing it felt!

And don't get it twisted; confusing and sudden though it may have been, the moment was fucking amazing. The hip movements, her clapping ass, his hard cock, and their panting, moaning, groaning voices; it was all exhilarating. Was that what sex was?

He wanted more.

Eeeeearrk!

“Hey, Frankie! Done changing your clothes in there? Snehehehehehe!"

“Glk!?"

The door suddenly slid open, and his head snapped to the side. Entering into his room was Carlotta of course, wearing that mischievous grin on her lips. And what did she see? Why, Franklin sitting on his bed... with his pants down... and his cock standing tall like a tower.

His face immediately turned red, and his mouth gaped open in surprise. Nonsensical babbling left his lips as he tried – and failed – to defend himself. It all fell on deaf ears however, as Carlotta's eyes were locked squarely on his throbbing member.

“Whatcha got there, Frankieeee~?" she cooed in a playful manner, causing him to look left and right.

“I-it's nothing!" he shouted, scrambling to pull his covers over his crotch... though that only served to make him pitch a tent with how rigid his member was.

“Snehehehehe? Really? Cuz this doesn't look like 'nothing'," replied Carlotta as she approached him, her hips swiveling from side to side as her playful smile grew, “What were ya doin' with this thing, hmm? Were you..." raising her hand, she curled her fingers like she was wrapping them around an invisible phallus, “Beating your meat down here, Frankie~?"

“N-no! I wasn't, I swear!" Touch~ “Ahh!?"

Without warning, Carlotta placed her hand upon the top of Franklin's cock, causing him to stiffen. The head of his dick was pressed against the palm of her hand, with only the thin layer of his bed's blankets separating them. Teeth gritted, he looked down upon her hand, before dragging his gaze back up to the wicked smirk on her lips.

“Snehehehe~"

That laugh of hers was dripping with torturous intent.

“Ya'know, masturbating is actually quite good for you," said Carlotta as she leaned over, causing her breasts to strain against her sports bra as they hovered above his head, “It can help you destress, and even combat the chances of getting prostate cancer."

“Carlotta, I--" Sliiideeee~ “Hnnn!?"

Her hand...

Slipped under his blankets.

He watched her reach out for his dick as her fingers crawled beneath his bed sheets. And then she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. Franklin locked up and his eyes grew wide as he stared down upon his cock, watching the outline of her fingers capture his dick. The smooth palm of her hand belied the surprising power of her grip, all while his heated, throbbing cock started jumping about within her touch.

“Haah!? Hnnngghh!"

This was far different from masturbating with his own hand!

Up and down in slow, taunting strides, Carlotta dragged her hand along the fullness of his cock. From the base to the glands and back again, her fingers and palm squeezed upon his member, running along the shaft, the veins, along everything. Reaching back behind him, Franklin gripped the pillow above his head and squeezed it tight, while the mouse smiled down upon him with those erotic and mischievous lips of hers.

“You've got such a big fucking cock," she whispered, “I think you're bigger than my last boyfriend. And he was a wolf! Snehehehehehe!"

“Why – Ah! – Why are you – Nnnghh! – Why are you doing this?" he asked, causing her to chuckle.

“I am your nurse, aren't I?" she replied with this wicked grin on her lips, “It's my duty to help heal your body, and look after you in the meantime. And I have to say, this swelling of your cock is definitely unnatural. So..." she winked at him, “While you're under my watchful eye, I'll handle this big thing of yours. Deal?"

“Wh-what?"

“Yeah, I'll take that as a deal! Snehehehehehehe!"

Grabbing the edge of Franklin's blanket, Carlotta pulled it up, revealing his cock in full and her hand wrapped around his shaft. His eyes again swelled at the side, before slowly looking over towards the mouse's face. The wicked grin she wore on her face grew wider and wider, followed by these equally as wicked snickers.

She knew what she was doing was... questionable at best, and she absolutely reveled in it. But Carlotta wasn't completely sadistic. As Franklin grunted and groaned beneath her, suffering pleasure he's never experienced before, the gym rat brought back her other hand. Placing it on her hip, she sensually stroked her fingers along the curve of her body, bringing it to her toned and flat stomach. Further and further up she pulled her hand, giving a groan as she could feel the erotic rush in the air grow stronger and stronger. And when her hand touched the bottom of her sports bra, she gripped it tight...

“Mmmfff!"

Swip! PLAP-PLAP!

And pulled it up.

“Ahh!?"

Franklin locked in place. From eyesight alone, he could tell Carlotta's cup size was... large to put it lightly. But there's a difference between seeing her chest clothed in her nurse uniform, or seeing her wear a sports bra, and actually seeing her breasts fully exposed. So once that sports bra pulled up, her tits bounced out to fill their newly freed space.

Carlotta's gray fur covered every aspect of her body. From the tips of her toes up to the rounded edges of her ears, there weren't many areas not covered. This was one of them. The mouse's busty breasts were large and curvy, wobbling in the air in a state so soft. And her nipples... her hard, pink nipples. They stood tall and firm from her chest, glistening in the light of the room.

With one hand still wrapped around his cock, Carlotta pulled her other hand towards her chest, firmly grasping her tit. Around and around and around in circles, the gym rat kneaded her tit, pleasing herself as blood and heat started flowing more and more through her body. Mesmerized by the sight, Franklin laid beneath her as his mouth hung open.

“Snehehehehe~"

Carlotta's haughty and erotic laugh pierced the air while she leaned forward. Closer... closer... closer her tits grew, up until--

Plop!

“Nmmph!?"

Franklin's eyes doubled in size.

His open mouth was plugged closed by Carlotta's tit, which filled him up. Again he stiffened, only for the surprisingly sweet taste of the mouse's body to dance on his tongue. Melting beneath her, he laid flat upon his medical bed while his ears picked up the sound of her teasing chuckles.

“See? Snehehehehe! Just relax, Frankie~ I've got ya covered~"

Placing a hand on his head, she gently stroked her fingers through his hair, while her other hand continued jerking his cock with an ever growing pace. Pleasure and heat rumbled throughout his cock, which grew as hard as steel and as hot as lava. All the while, he began to nuzzle closer against Carlotta's tit, sucking and slurping on her delicious pink nipple as muffled moans left him.

Closing his eyes, Franklin allowed his hunger to take hold over him as he desperately suckled from the mouse's tit. Spit slipped from the creases of his lips and curved along her bosom, while his other hand raised up to grab her other breast. Squeezing it tight, he felt her firm yet pliable bosom spill softly through the cracks of his fingers as they began wobbling about. His desperate touches and hungry suckling caused the mouse to push out her chest more and moan, while his oozing precum tracked upon her fingers.

“Holy... shit..." Carlotta groaned, her smirk trembling, “Did... did your dick get bigger or...?"

Her voice trailed off. Not that Franklin could really focus on it as his mouth was occupied with the perky nipple he continued sucking on. He drew on her tit like she could actually produce milk! Was that just the desperation of a young man? Shit, it felt fucking good, that's for sure. Carlotta even arched her back, pushing more of her tit into his awaiting mouth as she gave a deep groan.

Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!

With his precum staining her hand and fingers, Carlotta picked up the pace of her handjob. It got to the point that her hand was blurring along Franklin's dick, causing precum and sweat to splatter about. Wearing a wicked grin, the gym rat indulged in this feeling as his cock started to quake and spasm.

It was coming! Not only could she feel his dick start to expand and rumble within her palm, but his breathing was also getting shorter. Did she not know how good this felt for him? Her hand was so amazing! Like her ass before, it was only a matter of time before he came full-force! His dick – like a straw that's had its tip plugged – began to expand at the bottom, causing Carlotta's eyes to snap over.

The big, red, doming top of his cock's head had swelled to an almost unbelievable size! Precum oozed endlessly from his slit, and his heavy balls had grown large and tight. He was ready to cum; he absolutely needed to cum!

And he'd cum. He'd cum...

Pop!

“Huh?"

Spit snapped from Franklin's mouth as Carlotta suddenly pulled her tit from his mouth. Her hand too left his cock, allowing it to stand tall on its own as precum oozed down its side. But she did not leave him alone for long. As Franklin laid there, dazed from all the pleasure he was feeling, he watched Carlotta move like a gray blur. His eyes shot down, just in time to watch the mouse move aside his covers... and hover her head above his cock.

She grinned at him. Pursed her lips to kiss the air too. And then--

“Mmmph~"

“Oh!?"

Her mouth wrapped around his dick.

Hips and ass pushed up as her body loomed over his pelvis, Carlotta sank Franklin's burly cock between her smirking lips. His eyes widened at the sight as she began pushing down, surrounding him completely in her hot and moist mouth.

It was amazing.

Do you know how many blowjobs he's watched online in his more exploratory moments? Let's just say it's a lot. But none of that – none of that – compared to what he was feeling now.

The texture of her mouth, the feeling of the heat, the sliminess of her saliva, and that tongue. Her tongue coiled around his cock, holding him hostage as she began tracing it along his veins and glands. A medical professional, she knew every aspect of his dick on a biological level, from the taut skin outside of it, to the blood within that made it as stiff as steel.

Oh yesss, steel. Franklin's cock was like metal in how inflexible and unbreakable it was. The taste of salty sweat and bitter precum both mixed together within her mouth, drawing a sweet sounding 'Mmmmm~' from Carlotta's muffled lips as her tongue continued swirling around him. And as that taste danced on her tongue, her desires continued to rise, guiding her to push her head down on his cock with great ease.

“Mmmmphh~ Slurrrrrp! Mmmmmfff~ Slrrrp! Mmmmphh~~~! Sluuuurrrrp!"

Up and down in slow strides, the mouse began guiding her head along his cock. The slurping sounds of her sucking and whipping tongue, mixed with the sounds of Franklin's panting and moaning. He watched her head bob upon his hardened length, while her cool blue eyes stared up at him. Even with her mouthful of dick, she smirked at him, giggled too, the sounds of which reverberated through his body, and caused him to hang his head back.

“Aaaauuugghhh...!"

Such a deep moan. It flowed through the air as his chest rose up. The sights and sounds drew more giggles from Carlotta, who doubled the strength of her blowjob. Placing her hands upon his flat and toned hips, the mouse held him in place while her whip-like tail curled along her back. Now it was time to go!

“Mmph~! Mmmf~! Mmf~! Hmph~! Mmf~! Mmmf~!"

“Ha! Aah! Hnnghh! Mmmph! Ggh! Nnggh!"

It was rising again! The sights, the sounds, the feeling; it all was building up to this explosive crescendo! A little more! A little more! Just a little more! His balls were heavy and hard, his loins pulling up close! He just needed to... just needed to... he was finally going to--

“HAAHH! AAH! GAHAAA!"

SPLORT! SPLURT! SPLLURRRT!

“MMMMPHH~~~!"

Franklin shuddered, his cock erupting and launching seed upwards into Carlotta's awaiting mouth. The mouse likewise shuddered, her fur standing up on end as the hot and spicy taste of his seed poured into her. Cum was launched to the roof of her mouth, staining her teeth, her tongue, her gums. Hell, spunk even raced to the back of his throat, completely drowning her in the taste and smell of his jizz.

To think he still had this much cum to give mere minutes after staining her ass with seed in the gym. If a human could be a breeder, it was him.

Seed slowly crawled down Carlotta's spent lips as Franklin's orgasm died down. He watched it drag down like sticky syrup, staining his shaft and coming to a halt at the hilt. Sitting there at the tip of his dick, the mouse kept her lips pursed, kissing his cock's head, before slowly pulling back with a-

Chu~

Bridges of spit and cum hung from her lips to his cock, while Carlotta kept her lips closed in a smile. Looking over at Franklin once more, she gave a teasing giggle, and then--

“Aaaawwwwwwww~~~"

Her mouth opened wide, flaunting her newly gained bounty. Cum and spit froth within her maw like some sordid cocktail, her tongue hung out, and she did it all with this mischievous and prideful smile. For several more seconds the mouse kept her mouth open just like this before…

“Nmph~! Gulp!"

That's it. That's all it took. One solid swallow, and she downed the entirety of his spunk at once. She could feel his cum crawl down her throat, while her eyes closed shut and her head tilted from side to side. It was deeeeee-liiiiisciiiouuus!!!

“Fah...! There...! Snehehehehehe! All done! Snehehehehehe!"

“Guh!"

Fwump!

Franklin collapsed into the bed, his hand resting on his head as he panted and gasped. This was the second time a sexual encounter left him desperate for breath, and so soon after the last one too! And yet, Carlotta stood above him, giggling and laughing as she grabbed her sports bra and pulled it back down.

“Fuck, Frankie. You taste really fucking good! Snehehehehe!"

“Um... uh... th-thank you...?" he muttered back in confusion.

“Snehehehehehe! Don't mention it!" she replied, before sweeping her eyes back down, “Hmm... let's seeeee..."

Nearby was a pair of underwear and shorts, ones she grabbed. With Franklin still recoiling from his orgasm, Carlotta casually grabbed the fresh change of clothes and dragged them up his body, covering him. He blushed, then babbled nonsense, before looking up at her with his head tilted to one side.

“Welp! That was one hell of a protein shake following our stretches!"

“Protein shake?" Franklin repeated, while Carlotta began walking back.

“Alright, Frankie! You're dressed up, sooooo..." she pointed at the door as she turned to face it, “C'mon! Get up! Up! It's time we continued with your therapy! Let's not keep Atsuko waiting~!"

“Therapy...? Why did you say it like that?"

Carlotta didn't answer, however. Instead, as she filled the air with her taunting giggles, she slipped through the door, closing it with a 'Thud!' That left Franklin behind, his eyes wide and cheeks red as he placed his hand on his forehead.

“What is going on here...?"

For several long moments, that thought bounced around within his head. It wasn't until he finally pulled himself up and smacked his face that he finally returned to reality. He couldn't lay here all day; Atsuko was expecting him to return. And, hey, this leg of his wasn't going to strengthen itself, was it?

So...

Even though he was still greatly confused by all that had happened today thus far, Franklin pulled himself up from the bed. To think, this was still relatively early in the day. Hopefully, nothing else would happen, allowing him to relax.

Yeah... right... hopefully...

…

Walking. Yeah, that's right. Walking. Not sprinting, or running, or jogging, or even brisk pacing. Just. Walking.

That's all he could do with this cast on his leg... and not particularly well either.

It was unhealthy to think this time and time again; he knew this, yes, but that didn't change how he felt. To go from blitzing up and down a basketball court as a blur, to barely able to stand without the aid of others, all thanks to one simple fall, was life changing. And not in a good way.

His doctors understood this, so they were gentle with him. That resulted in them doing nothing but walking. After he returned to the gym and returned to those handlebars, Atsuko had him do nothing but walk.

Perhaps it would be easier... if Carlotta wasn't there.

Being his active nurse and Atsuko's helper, the gym rat was there every step of the way. As he struggled to make his way down the handlebars on his weak and unsteady feet, she would be just a few feet away. Occasionally she'd move in to help keep him upright, but for the most part, he was walking on his own. That wouldn't be too problematic... if, ya'know, he hadn't fucked Carlotta twice in under a few hours.

Wait, no, they technically didn't fuck. A buttjob and a blowjob doesn't count as fucking... though it does count as something.

Franklin didn't understand how Carlotta could be so casual about it. When they got back to the gym, she acted as if their lewd actions hadn't happened at all. Sure, she'd giggle and laugh, but that was normal for her. It made it awkward for him, whose face turned an intense red whenever he looked at her... or whenever she touched him... or, hell, whenever he heard her.

That arousal would almost instantly chill whenever he looked up at Atsuko's stoic voice.

The sharkess was just out of reach, standing there with her arms crossed beneath her busty bosom as her yellow eyes remained locked on his body. Looking Franklin up and down, it was clear she was searching his body for any weaknesses or failures, being sure to note what he could and couldn't do.

Franklin remained focused on Atsuko, hoping that doing so would take his mind off of what he did with Carlotta. And, yeah, it did... but it also didn't. While he wasn't focusing on the mouse and her body, Franklin was focusing on the sharkess and her body!

Her hips weren't as wide as Carlotta's, nor was her figure as short. The sharkess was more amazonian than tomboy, with her great height and mature, womanly curves. Shapely hips, narrow waist, and busty chest; Atsuko would saunter from side to side as she remained focused on Franklin. And with her gym clothes on, these honed and athletic curves were on full display.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Dammit.

Why of all the doctors in the world, he had to be saddled up with two who made him harder than steel? Most men would be counting their lucky stars for such a thing. Franklin felt more flummoxed. He liked it, he liked it a lot... but damn was it embarrassing!

Fortunately, that's all they were to do today: walk.

He had his medical check ups, and there were mandatory breaks, not to mention things like breakfast, lunch and dinner, but they didn't push themselves too hard throughout the day. This was his first night staying here; they just wanted him to get active after so many days of remaining inert. Franklin could feel some strength return to him, though it was difficult to tell if that came from the walking, or came from other extracurricular activities.

But it was over now. After hours of walking, stretching, and working up a sweat he hadn't felt in a long time, it was time to--

“Okay... we're done..."

“Hah! Ah! Haah...! R-really...?"

The moonlit skies of Document City peered through the windows of the gym, gazing upon Franklin's exhausted face. His arm dragged along his brow, cleaning off some sweat as he looked down at himself. His body was so hot, heavy, and steamy; a feeling he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Even lifting his arms felt like a weight was pulling on them, causing him to lay flat on the floor.

“Geeze... ghh... haaah...!"

Laying there and panting for breath, Franklin wondered how mere walking could reduce him to what he is now. As he rested there, he heard the footsteps of others come closer, causing him to grit his teeth and close his eyes. He knew what he was about to see when he opened his eyes, that's why he hesitated. But...

“Frankie...?"

“Atsuko...?"

He opened his eyes.

Above him, standing like two pillars of athletic beauty and powerful sensuality, was Carlotta and Atsuko. The gym rat was to his left, grinning and giggling with her arms crossed beneath her bosom. The sharkess was to his right, hands on her hips as she wore a more concerned face, and her head tilted from side to side. He could only look back, his cheeks turning red as he sank more into the floor beneath him.

“You... did well today, Frankie," said Atsuko, a warm and inviting smile spreading on her lips.

“Yeah! Snehehehe! You totally pushed yourself as hard as you could go! Way better than most people who go through physical therapy!" Carlotta added, “That must be thanks to all that basketball playing you do normally."

“I can see the drive in you to heal your leg and mend your body," said the sharkess while he leaned upright, “Good job."

Kneeling down next to him, Atsuko continued wearing a warm smile on her lips as she extended her hand. At the same time, this closer and knelt position of hers had the benefit of, you guessed it, pushing her chest closer to his face. Franklin tensed up as the inviting cleavage of the sharkess was just in view, with her smiling lips... and extended hand.

“Here," she said, “Let me help you get to your feet."

“Y-yeah, sure..." he muttered back as a blush of embarrassment formed on his cheeks.

With Atsuko's aid, Franklin got to his feet. He stumbled, but Carlotta was there as well to help him stand upright. Together, the two helped him up and over towards a nearby bench so that he could sit on it. The sharkess then reached for the side where she grabbed a cold bottle of water and handed it to him.

“That should be enough for the day," said Atsuko as she straightened back up, “We'll perform more rigorous activities tomorrow. For now, get a good night's sleep, Franklin," she turned, “Carlotta, could you help him back to his room? There's paperwork I'd like to get started on."

“Snehehehehehe! Yeppers! Right away, Atsuko! Snehehehehe!"

No, wait! Alone again with Carlotta!? That can't be good!

But it was too late. The gym rat had him up on his feet, helping him out through the door as he turned pale face. All he could hear was her snickers and chortles, leaving him to wonder what kind of sordid thoughts were racing through her mind. He opened his mouth to say something, but her laughter easily drowned out whatever meager words he could say. Before he knew it, they had returned to his room, with Carlotta bringing Franklin over towards his bed.

“And... there! Snehehehehe! Are you okay, Frankie?" she asked.

He looked up at her, his head tilted to the side as he wore a face of embarrassment, arousal, and confusion; all mixed into one.

“Um... y-yeah, I'm fine," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Snehehehehe! You sound like you were expecting something," said Carlotta whilst poking his shoulder, “Hm? Is there something you wanted to say, Frankie? Something on your mind?"

“I! Uh! W-well! I mean! I--"

His nonsensical babbling and wide-eyed stare caused Carlotta to give a deep laugh; straight from the belly! It filled his room, while Franklin sat there, blushing as he palmed his head. The mouse's laughter went on for a minute straight before she brought it to a tearful stop, and swept her cool blue eyes over towards him.

“Snehehehe! Get some sleep, Frankie," she said as she placed her hand on his head and tapped it, “Tomorrow, Atsuko's gonna put you through some tougher exercising, so you want to bell well-rested for that," turning around, she started walking for the door, where she waved at him, “See ya in the morning!"

“Y-yeah..." he muttered as he lazily waved back, “S-see you in the morning..."

Before long, Carlotta had left, with the door closing shut behind her. Sitting in his bed, Franklin looked down and frowned, disappointed with himself. What? Did he think something would happen? Or, well, he hoped something would happen. It left him flummoxed; did he want to have sex, or did he not want to have sex? Why was this question so hard to answer!?

Oh well, he did have one problem. And that problem...

“Sniff sniff... ggh..."

Was his smell.

Raising his arm and bringing it in, Franklin's nostrils flared as he took heavy whiff after heavy whiff of his body. Hey, he was a basketball player; he was used to the hot and sweaty stench of gym rooms. Hell, he was nose blind to how funky his bedroom was! But this time, the smell was stronger; strong enough to affect him. Maybe it was because of the different location? A hospital room is different from his bedroom.

Whatever the case may be... sniff sniff... he smelled horrible! Well... the bathroom and shower was right there. A quick clean was all he needed. Just get up, and--

Eeeeaaarrrrrk!

“Oh, Frankkkieeee~~~" a familiar voice rang.

“C-Carlotta...?" he said as his gaze snapped over.

She just couldn't leave him alone for longer than a few seconds, could she?

Pushing through the door butt first was Carlotta, and in her hands was a... sponge? And... a bottle of soaps? Bubble soap to be exact. Um...

WHAT WAS SHE DOING WITH THAT?

“C-C-Carlotta...?" he mumbled, visibly trembling as the mouse turned to face him.

She had returned to wearing her nurse uniform... though the pink smock was slightly unbuttoned at the top, allowing her chest to breathe. Franklin's eyes were attracted to such a sight, before snapping up towards Carlotta's face.

Carlotta's grinning face.

“Heya, Frankie~" she said, her tone mischievous as she alluringly batted her eyes at him, “Are you ready for your sponge bath?"

“SPONGE BATH!?" he shouted back, his mouth gaping.

He was shocked. Carlotta was giggling.

“It's not like you don't smell bad, ya'know~" she said whilst walking closer, her chest loftily bouncing up and down, “And as your dutiful nurse, it is up to me to help you clean, what with your leg being all broken!"

“What? WHAT!?" he shouted, “C-Carlotta, I'm fine! I was capable of cleaning myself earlier this--" Snap! “MMGGPH!?"

“Nonsense!" she shouted back... as her tail suddenly shot up to cover his mouth.

How could she do that? With a deadly precision, her whip-like tail snapped up and fell on his lips, stopping him from talking. Franklin's eyes swelled and he looked around, all while the mouse giggled above him... as her cool blue eyes fell on his face.

Under Carlotta's control, Franklin was guided up off of his bed and onto his unsteady feet. Struggle all he did to fight off her constricting tail, there was nothing he could do but follow her as she led him into the bathroom. His mind was already racing with thoughts, both shocked and confused... but also so undeniably aroused.

He wanted this so fucking bad!

When they entered the bathroom, Carlotta giggled as she sat Franklin down on the toilet, before turning to face the shower stall. Still giggling, the gym rat stuck her butt up gleefully in the air, purposefully flaunting it as she went about turning the hot water on. Steam and mist quickly filled the air, blanketing the room in this thick, opaque fog that made it nearly impossible to see anything.

Well, anything aside from the mouse's voluptuous shadow.

He watched as she went about removing her nurse's uniform, unbuttoning it and pulling it off to reveal her semi-nude form. Her bra and panties did not remain for long as she undid those undergarments and tossed them to the side soon after. Witnessing it all, Franklin swallowed his spit and tensed up as heart began to furiously pound within his chest.

And then Carlotta turned and faced him. Even through the mist, he could feel the wicked grin that was surely plastered on her face. Step after step she came closer and closer, her arms pushing through the fog. And then after grabbing upon his shoulders...

“Gotcha! Snehehehe!"

“Whoa!?"

She pulled him upon his unsteady feet, causing the mist to dissipate, revealing her nude form in all of its erotic glory.

Carlotta's body was covered in fur that ran in shades between gray and white. Fit and curvaceous, she had a figure that was somehow both snugly and soft, yet also fit and athletic. He already marveled at her figure before, but that meant nothing to see it completely naked. Especially her big, bountiful, busty, breasts! They bounced before Franklin's head from even the slightest of movements, while her hard pink nipples stood free from the softness of her fur. And all of it was glowing thanks to the mist of the shower, which left her body damp and glistening from the water droplets.

“Alright! Get outta of them clothes, Frankie~!"

“Oh man!"

Was he really this easy to manhandle? Sure, his leg was broken, but he wasn't this much of a pushover! That's what made him so good on the court! His short size belied just how difficult it was to knock him over! But that didn't seem to matter when it came to Carlotta. So easily she got him off his feet and out of his clothes, rendering him completely naked!

“Ah!? What the!? How did--!?" he gasped as he covered his crotch with his hands.

“Snehehehehe! I'm a nurse, remember?" said Carlotta, answering his question before he even asked it, “If there's one thing I'm good at, it's getting my patients out of their clothes!" she then leaned in, “Hey, at least you're a cute kid, and not some pruny old man!"

“Gghh...! S-still...! Isn't this being a bit... ya'know... pushy?"

“Oh? Am I being puuussshhhyyy~~~?" replied Carlotta, this taunting and mischievous grin adorning her toothy face, “Snehehehehehe! How naughty of me! I must be one naughty, naughty nurse! Snehehehehehe!"

She admitted to how 'naughty' she was... but that did little to stop her hands from reaching out for him! Truly, a naughty nurse!

Grabbing upon his shoulders once again, Carlotta gleefully guided him over to the shower stall, sitting him beneath its heated waters. Franklin melted beneath them before being sat down upon the floor. Thankfully, there was a small bench within for one to sit on, making it easier for someone like him to clean with his leg injury. This also allowed the gym rat to stand behind him, giggling into his ears as she readied her sponge.

Translucent green soap was poured into the sponge, which she quickly squeezed to make it white and bubbly. Sitting beneath her, Franklin wore a disgruntled face in an attempt to appear standoffish... but his intense red cheeks showed just how embarrassed he was. Not that Carlotta minded.

Giggling, the mouse pulled over her soap-soaked sponge, and placed it upon Franklin's body. He shivered, then sighed. Carlotta had a surprisingly gentle touch, one that was still firm enough to work the soaps into his body. She applied it to his body, dragging the soap along his neck and shoulders, before sliding down towards his chest.

As her hand explored his body, Franklin's heart began to race faster and faster, sending blood pumping furiously through his veins. He could feel it circulate through his form, only for all of it to come flooding down towards his crotch. And once they reached his dick...

“Hgnnngg...!"

“Oh-ho~! I guess I'm not the only naughty one around~" Carlotta's teasing voice echoed.

All attempts to appear abrasive ended in failure. Like a monument to pleasure and need itself, Franklin's cock stood tall between his legs! The mouse's eyes grew wide and a playful gasp left her smiling lips as she marveled at his throbbing dick. Was it her, or did it look bigger than before?

“Why are you doing this...?" asked Franklin, causing Carlotta to tilt her head as she looked at him.

“What? You don't like it?" she asked back as she placed her cheek to his, rubbing against him.

That was clearly not the case. Red though his cheeks were, Franklin's cock was as hard as a diamond. Carlotta's voluptuous body against his, the feeling of her cheek rubbing against his cheek, and the warmth which flowed through her, all caused so much pleasure to ruminate through his body. And that's not getting into the feeling of her tits against his back and neck.

“I do like it..." he admitted, to which the gym rat chuckled into his ears.

“Then why question it?" she asked, “It's fun. You like it. I like it. And that's that."

“But this seems a bit... extra," he muttered, “I'm just your patient. It's not like we're dating or anything like that. So..." he looked over at her, before glancing to the side, “Why bother with doing any of this? Just cuz it's fun?"

“Well... sorta kinda~" she answered, her playful voice melting into something more alluring, “I think you're kinda cute, Frankie. You've got this fit and strong body. Oh, and those eyes of yours? Snehehehehe! Like, totes attractive."

“R-really?"

“Besides, I don't have a boyfriend," she continued on, “So maybe... maybe I'm a bit horny. Snehehehehehe! Soooooooooooo..."

Standing up, Carlotta walked around to the front of Franklin, standing before him. His head tipped back slightly as he marveled at the athletic and curvaceous form of the mouse before him, while she wore this taunting grin on her lips. Fists on her hips, she gladly presented her wet and naked body before him in all of its glory, while her whip-like tail snapped over to tip his chin up.

“Think of this as... your own personal form of physical therapy. It's just gonna be a bit more... sensual. It's gonna be... snehehehehe! I get it! It's gonna be sexual! We'll call it... sexual rehabilitation!"

“S... sexual rehabilitation...?" Franklin repeated whilst wearing a face of sheer confusion, “Are you crazy?"

“Nope! Do you know how much energy is used up during sexual intercourse? Snehehehehe! If we treat it like a workout regimen, you'll be back to 100% in no time! And once you do... snehehehe..." she looked ot the side before whispering under her breath, “Then you'll be able to fuck even harder..."

She was treating him like her own personal sex toy, wasn't she? This 'sexual rehabilitation' crap wasn't for his betterment, but her own!

But...

Damn, he'd be lying if his body didn't like the idea. His long and thick cock was throbbing between his legs, and his body was as hot as the surface of the sun! This naked beauty was standing above him, appealing to those baser, young male instincts that pumped through his head. While he still was hesitant, he could not deny that wanted this. Franklin felt it, and Carlotta knew it.

Kneeling down before Franklin, the gym rat hovered her nose just a scant few inches away from his. Her cool blue eyes peered deep into his brown ones, causing him to stiffen up briefly. At first, he didn't know what she was about to do... before feeling her hands fall on his cheeks. Framing his face with her palms, Carlotta tilted Franklin's head, and--

“Nmph~!"

“Mmmph!?"

She kissed him. Carlotta kissed him.

The lips of the mouse perfectly formed against his, causing his body to tense up and his eyes to widen. Ya'know, this wasn't his first kiss. His first kiss was with his first girlfriend when he was fifteen. It was just the nubile fumbling of two teens who didn't know any better, but he never failed to think fondly of such a thing. But this? This?

This was much, much, much, much, MUCH, better.

Carlotta knew how to kiss. Her tongue – talented and taunting – swiveled and swirled around his tongue, whilst deepening the kiss. Franklin's breathing grew tense as she tilted her head further, allowing her tongue to plunge deeper into his mouth. In response, all he did was sit there, allowing her to control his tongue and dictate the pace of his kiss.

Fuck it was amazing. The heat of the kiss flowed through his body, but it was the taste he enjoyed the most. Carlotta's flavor was spicy, yet also sweet; as befitting someone with her personality. When she brushed her tongue hard along his, the swapping spit and saliva sent shudders down his spine, up until she finally pulled back with a loud and lewd--

Chu~!

A strand of saliva hung between the two as she pulled back, one that was quickly washed away by the falling water above them. Franklin sat there, sputtering a tad bit, while Carlotta giggled up above. Her cheeks had turned a cherry-red too, while her taunting grin spread out wider and wider.

Raising up the soapy sponge she had in her hand, she squeezed it upon her body, layering her tits in soapy suds. A gasp of awe leaving him, Franklin watched as that glistening liquid sinfully oozed down and between her busty bosom. She was right there, ready and willing for the taking. Hell, her tail was even curling in the air in a 'come over here!' type of motion.

Franklin was weak. His body had deteriorated following his injury. But after today, his workouts with Atsuko and Carlotta were enough to instill strength within him once again! But that all paled in comparison to what he felt now.

His chest swelling with desire, Franklin forced himself upon his feet and marched over towards the glistening mouse before him! With one more step...

Slip!

“Ah!?"

Splat!

“Snehehehehehe!"

He fell over, his head collapsing right into Carlotta's chest. How many times was this gonna happen in one day? His head rested right between the gym rat's busty tits, which lifted and supported him. But instead of pulling back in shock, Franklin placed his hands upon her sides. Gently, he stroked and dragged his palms up her curvaceous body, his mouth splitting as he let out a lewd gasp of wonder.

Fuck, her body was glorious. The toned thighs, the wide hips, the narrow waistline; he could tell she's spent many hours in the gym. And with her shorter stature compared to someone like Atsuko, she had this powerful and compact form. He'd almost call her a shortstack... if it wasn't for the fact that she was taller than him.

But only by an inch!

Still, Franklin's lusts had taken control of him, driving him to knead and grope her body to his own pace. He squeezed her hip with one hand, while his other hand moved around to her butt in order to cup it into his palm. A throaty groan left his lips as he touched her body, while Carlotta giggled and laughed. Resting her arms upon his shoulders, she wiggled her hips in his grasp, before lowering her lips to hover it right next to his ear.

“More~" she whispered, “Grope me more~"

He didn't need to be told twice.

Reaching both hands around, Franklin squeezed upon Carlotta's ass at once; both hands gripping and lifting both of her cheeks! Damn; she had soooo much fucking ass! His fingers squeezed in tight, causing her firm yet pliable butt to spill through the cracks of his groping fingers. And the mouse?

“Yeah! Hah ha! That's it! Nnghh! Grope my fuckin' ass!"

Her tail 'WHIPPED!' through the air, smacking water about as she began laughing. Whether it be from desperation, desire, or the steady regaining of his basketball strength, Carlotta could feel the intense clamping of his digits as he gripped so hard upon her ass! But Franklin didn't stop there! Biting into his bottom lip, the young man began groping, kneading, and squeezing her ass with wild grips, pushing his fingers into her butt as he rolled her ass around and around and around.

“Fuucckk...! Nngghh...!" he moaned into her tits, causing them to wobble.

“Snehehehe! You're groping so hard? What's wrong? Scared I'm gonna run off~?"

“Nmph!"

“OH!?"

Ah... so this is what tits taste like.

Without warning, Franklin opened his mouth and latched his lips upon Carlotta's nipple. Her hard pink nub slipped into his mouth, with his teeth grinding upon her. Jolts of pleasure and pain were sent rushing through the gym rat's body, coming up to her mouth where she let loose an erotic cry of--

“Aahh~"

Franklin was so ferocious! His tongue swirled around her nipple and areola, while he sucked her so hard, it was like he was trying to draw milk from her nonexistent well. Each nibble of his teeth, each brush of his tongue, and each suckle of his mouth, coaxed erotic cries from Carlotta's smiling lips.

Embracing Franklin closer, she deepened his sucking while her arms wrapped around his head. Gently she worked her fingers through his wet hair, while her tail slithered over to wrap around his waist. She held him completely, keeping him trapped in her grasp.

“Mmmph~~~ Suck those tits~"

Carlotta's erotic voice flowed from her smirking lips, while she continued working her fingers through his wet hair. Down below however, she felt something hot and throbbing press against the inside of her thighs. It was like a rod of molten steel with how heated it was, and its rigidity matched. Oh this poor, poor boy! It must be hurting him with how hard it was!

Well...

Clinch!

“Hmh?"

Franklin locked up. Carlotta's thicc and toned thighs clenched around his dick, giving him a tight squeeze. Looking up, his gaze met hers, and the wicked chuckle she let loose. Without saying a word, she began pumping her hips back and forth, jerking his dick off with her sculpted legs. Each stroke coaxed a groan from Franklin's lips, who grabbed her hips to help steady himself against her.

Thwap! Splash! Thwap! Splack! Thwap! Smack! Thwap! Splat! Thwap! Splash!

Carlotta's body smacked against his, sending water flying as pleasure rushed through them. With his weak and wobbling legs, he had no choice but to cling to her for support and moan, while she giggled under her breath. With each pump of her thighs, she could feel his cock glide against her sweltering folds, sending even more pleasure through her.

“Holy shit you've got a big dick," Carlotta remarked, “Snehehehe! I'm really lucky to get my hands on a guy like you!"

“Wh-what...?" he replied as he gripped her tighter, “Do girls really... ya'know... like big dicks? I thought it was just a... just a myth or whatever..."

“Snehehehehe! Certain girls like big dicks!" the mouse answered as she leaned in, her nose pressing against his, “And I am definitely one of those girls!"

Placing her hand upon his cheek, Carlotta once again guided Franklin's face upwards until they were a few inches away from one another. He fidgeted in place, blushed too, all while pondering what exactly her words meant. The gym rat meanwhile grinned from cheek to cheek, then giggled... before slowly guiding him and herself forward.

“Nmph!"

“Mmm...!"

Once again, Carlotta took Franklin into a kiss as their lips pressed to one another. He stammered a bit, but quickly got into the groove of the kiss. Unlike last time where he was more of a stiff participant, he was now kissing against her. Mind you, he wasn't kissing well, but he had far more courage this time than he did the last time. It took the gym rat off guard when his tongue began brushing against hers in affirmative – though clumsy – strides. She even giggled through the gaps of their kiss, while he continued clinging to her for support.

But it didn't last for long. Carlotta pulled back, snapping their lips from one another as another bridge of spittle hung between the two. Panting softly, he looked at her in her cool blue eyes while she giggled and pulled away. Left alone in the middle of the shower, Franklin didn't even realize he was standing on his own without any support. His eyes were completely locked on the mouse in front of him, watching her pull away before she pressed her back to the wall... and then fell to the floor.

Splat!

“Pay attention, Frankieeeee~" she cooed, her hand curling inward towards herself, “Look. Right. Here!"

Pointing down towards her crotch, Carlotta guided his eyes to her legs, which she had purposefully bent to cover herself. Not that he needed to see it in order to know what she was hinting at. Franklin merely stood there, pacing himself and swallowing his spit... while the gym rat opened her legs.

There, nestled between her wet white fur, was her slick, toned, pink, pussy. Her clear and hot honey oozed from her moist mound, somehow being pronounced enough to stand against the falling shower upon them. Franklin's mouth gaped in awe of her pussy, with Carlotta placing her hands upon it with her fingers forming a 'V'.

“This must be your first time seein' a girl's cunt, huh?" said the gym rat with a wry grin, “It's okay! It's cool! Go ahead! Snehehehehe! Get a nice, long look at it! Cuz this is where your dick's about to go!"

“R... really...?" Franklin mumbled.

“Snehehehehe! You're a real cute kid, Frankie. I like that doe-eyed little look of yours. I'm sittin' here thinkin' you'll be like the usual crash bastards I date often, but not you. You thick more with your head than that penis of yours. It almost makes me feel bad for doin' this. Almost."

“Um... uh..."

“But, fuck it, right? We're here, ain't we? You're a boy, I'm a girl, and we're both naked in this shower, so..." she leaned her head in, “Let's get freaky, Frankie! Your sexual rehabilitation isn't gonna happen on its own! As your nurse, I impose upon you a healthy regimen of full-force fuckin'! So come over here and let's start things off proper!"

Franklin flinched. On one hand, her words were rather... extra to put it lightly. Seriously? 'Full-force fucking'? What does that even mean? On the other hand, his rock-hard cock made no pretenses; he really fucking wanted this! Standing tall between his legs like a monument to pleasure, his dick throbbed and bounced between his legs, while his unsteady and wobbly feet pushed him forward.

Step... after step... after step... he came closer... and closer... and closer. He didn't need aid, didn't need anyone to keep him upright. He could feel strength return to his body, guiding him over until he finally came to Carlotta.

Briefly he loomed above her, his hard cock pointed towards her face. This wicked grin spreading on her lips, the mouse reached up, grabbed his cock by the shaft, and held it in place. She then pursed her lips and planted a gentle kiss upon the head of his dick, sending jolts down his spine. Her tongue then slid out, where it swirled around the head of his cock. Franklin's legs shivered, but somehow, he remained strong and standing.

But this wasn't what she wanted; wasn't what they wanted. As suddenly as she kissed and licked his cock, Carlotta released it. Placing her hands on her knees, she kept her legs open wide for him, while her cool blue eyes looked down a few times. He got the hint.

Getting down on his knees before her, Franklin's eyes gazed upon her voluptuous and athletic body. Those busty tits, those toned arms and legs, her narrow waist; Carlotta was this wonderful mouse with this beautifully carved body. And right here between her legs, her pussy was awaiting him. So he grabbed his cock, pressed it against her mound, and--

Swipe...

A miss...

Swip...

Another miss...

Slideee...

Another miss...

This... was a lot harder than porn made it seem!

A blush of embarrassment formed on Franklin's face and he looked up, his eyes meeting hers. Carlotta was giggling, finding amusement in his failed attempts at penetrating her. But instead of taunting him or belittling him, she reached down and grabbed his cock by the shaft.

“Riiiiiggghhht... heeerrreeee~" she cooed as she nestled his cock against her slit, aiming everything correctly, “Now... push~"

He did it. He--

Puuuuussssshhhhheeeeeeed!

“Hnngngghh!!!"

“Haah! Yup! Mm-hm~! That's it! Hnnngghh~~~!"

Fuck! So hot! So tight! So damn strong! Was this what a woman's pussy was like? No. Even he knew that wasn't the case. Carlotta's cunt was just this damn good!

Gritting his teeth, Franklin pushed his dick into the gym rat's pussy, spreading it apart. Pleasure raced through his body as the heat and pressure of her cunt clamped down around him, squeezing his dick tight. Was he fucking her, or was she fucking him? It was difficult to tell as his mind blanked out.

Carlotta felt likewise.

She knew his dick was big. She felt it when it ran along her ass. She felt it earlier when she stroked it off. She felt it earlier when she sucked it. But, damn, feeling it actually penetrate her was something else entirely. His cock was thick and throbbing, the head of it having swelled to this grand size. And now it was impaling her, pushing deep into her folds and spreading them apart.

“Fuuuuucccccckkkk...! Nnggghhh~~~!"

His dick pushed deep inside of her, sending jolts throughout the gym rat's body. From her split mouth she let loose cries of pleasure, while Franklin moved as close and as deep as he could. Before she knew it...

Pat...

His hips had met her hips, their bodies having completely joined together.

Franklin was a panting mess as the pleasure and pressure of her pussy overwhelmed his mind. He was used to running in basketball, but somehow, sex was still so tiring! Did it make him look pathetic as he sat there, panting and struggling to catch his breath? Carlotta didn't seem to mind.

Still grinning, her pussy clinched and throbbed around his member, squeezing and milking it off as his dick kissed against her womb. Fuck, he buried his length deep inside of her. She was honestly impressed by his girth. But the first penetration was only the beginning act! It was time his sexual rehabilitation truly got underway!

Embracing him close, Carlotta sandwiched his face against her tits, before lowering her lips near his ear. And after a few moments of hard, erotic breathing, she whispered,

“Push, Frankie~"

“P-push...?" he moaned back, his voice slightly muffled by her tits. She heard him regardless.

“Yes, push~" she stated, “C'mon, I know you're not completely unaware of sex! So... start pushin'! Pull back! Thrust in! Pull back! Thrust in! Put those basketball muscles to work! Snehehehe!"

“I...! I uh...! I... um... hah..."

A flurry of thoughts rushed through Franklin's head, all of which were not good. What if he's not good enough? What if he's not strong enough? What if his aim is off? What if she doesn't like it? What then? Would she make fun of him? Would she belittle him? Would she tease him for it? Well, she was already teasing him, so maybe that's a moot point.

Regardless of his fears, he was buried balls-deep inside of Carlotta's pussy. With her command in his head, there was nothing left for him to do but pull back...

Slllliidddeeeeee!

“Mm-hm~! Haaah~~! That's it!"

And push in!

PAT!

“GRAAH~! FUCK YEAH! HAAHHAH~!"

Pull back...

Slllliiiiidddeeee!

And push in!

PAT!

“FUCK! NNNMM~~!"

And so on and so forth...

Slllliiiidddeeeee!

PAT!

“HAAH! HAAAH!"

Roaring jolts of pleasure raced through Franklin's body as he thrusted inside of Carlotta's awaiting cunt. The impacts of his firm hips against her sweltering cunt, triggered waves through her body that were great enough to make the shower water splash off of their forms.

Against the wall of the shower stall, Franklin pounded into Carlotta's awaiting pussy. He lacked style, lacked finesse, but what he had was speed and power. So much power. It was like his basketball muscles were coming back, as his hips were strong and firm as they furiously pounded against the gym rat's cunt. Each thrust sent his dick deep into her sweltering folds, triggering quakes which flowed throughout her body.

Every time he pushed his dick deep inside of her, she felt it scrape along the walls of her tight cunt. For all of Carlotta's taunting and teasing mannerisms, she was left shuddering as he pounded into her pussy. He lacked finesse, merely allowing his lusts to control his hips, which meant he used all of the strength in his body to fuck her as hard as he could.

And Franklin had a lot of strength.

The fibrous muscles of his athletic body may have diminished slightly... but not by a lot. If anything, thanks to his smaller size, it felt like all of his strength had been condensed within him! Like a piece of paper that's been folded over top itself over and over again. But instead of breaking into pieces, he contained all of that power inside of him! And now all of that power was pounding into her.

“GUH! FUCK~! AHH~!"

Carlotta threw her head back, resting along the wall behind her as Franklin grew even more aggressive. Her legs draped upon his hips, he smothered his face between her tits and hugged her as hard as he could, allowing him to completely drive his dick in and out of her pussy as hard and as fast as he could go.

Fuck her pussy was so damn strong! Being such an athletic woman, Carlotta's cunt would squeeze and wrap around his dick with this possessive grasp. Her labia folds were smooth and firm like stones, increasing the pressure of her hold. When Franklin pulled back, he really needed to fight to wrest control of his dick from her pussy.

But he had the power for it. Weaker though he may be from his prime, he was actively working himself back up to that strength. With each successive thrust, he got stronger and faster. His muscles were growing firmer, his body as a whole getting that much stronger! He didn't know it due to how wild he was being, but Carlotta could feel it. Every pound, every thrust, every fuck, his cock and body felt that much better! It was driving her wild!"

“YES! NNGH! FUCK YEAH!" she cried out as she rested further against the floor and wall, all while embracing Franklin closer, “DEEPER! DEEPER! HNN ~~! HAAAHH~~~! YEESSHHH ~~~! FUCK ME! JUST LIKE A WORK OUT! 1! 2! 1! 2! 1! 2! 1! 2! HYAAAAHHHAAA~~~!"

He was stronger. Yes, he was so much stronger than he was before. And like a young man who doesn't know the limits of his strength, he was using all of it to reduce Carlotta's mind to mush. Her loins were flourishing as that pleasurable need to orgasm rapidly began to approach. Closer and closer; she was going to shower his cock and balls in her sordid fluids!

The mouse wasn't the only one reaching that blissful high.

His cock tightening within her folds and balls drawing in close, Franklin felt the mounting rush of his own impending climax. And with how Carlotta's thighs were gripping on him, his seed was going to go nowhere but right into her pussy.

Look, Franklin was being controlled by lust, but he wasn't mindless! He knew how bad it would be if he, ya'know, came inside of her! But it was difficult not to with his head mushed between her tits, and her arms holding him in close. She was hugging him so hard, that escape was damn near impossible! And, damn, Carlotta was strong! Her muscles weren't just for show; she was every bit as athletic as he was!

But he was strong too. Placing his hands on her body, he pushed against her as hard as he could, freeing his face from her tits... though still pounding into her pussy with his cock.

“Carloottaaaa!" he groaned amid the 'PATS!' and 'THWAPS!' of their bodies, “Haaahh! I'm gonna...! Nngghh! I'M GONNA!--"

“JUST DO IT!" she shouted back, stunning him.

“Wh... what?" Clinch! “Hm!?"

Still plowing away into the mouse's mound, Franklin was pulled in close to Carlotta. Close enough that their noses were touching, their lips were just a scant few centimeters away from one another, and their eyes were locked in.

“Go ahead~" Carlotta whispered, “Cum inside me."

“But you might--"

“It's okay~ Snehehehehehe! It's a safe day anyway... probably..."

Well that was good enough for him!

Truth be told, Franklin was in such a state of lust, and was fucking her so deep, that pulling back was bound to be difficult anyway. Couple that with the fact that Carlotta was gripping him so tight and she was so much stronger than him as well, that he was downright trapped. Escape was impossible. All there was left to do was fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK!

“HAAH! HAAAHH! AAHH!"

Franklin's desperate pants.

“HOOH! NNGHHH ~~~! HYAAAHHNNN~~~!"

Carlotta's erotic moans.

PAT! SMACK! THWAP! SPLASH! SPLAT! PAT!

The sordid sound of their bodies meeting again and again in furious impacts.

It all built up to this!

“HAAAHHH!"

SPURT! SPLOORT! GLORP!

“OOOOH ~~~! FUUUCCKK!!! NNGGHHH~~~"

Shit! Fuck! Shit! How could she underestimate him? She knew his loads were thick and copious, but damn! She thought after climaxing so hard twice already, his balls would have been drained out. But this? THIS!? This was more. This was deep. This was a whole fucking LOT!

Deep inside of Carlotta's pussy and womb, Franklin tanked thick wad after thick wad of seed. His spunk was hot, heavy and voluminous, where it rushed to fill out every inch of her pink pussy. Biting into her bottom lip with those big rodent incisors of hers, the gym rat threw her head back in orgasmic bliss as she felt the intensity of his orgasm take hold over her pussy.

“HRRRNNGGHH~~~!"

SQUUUUUIRRRRRRRRRIRRRRRRT!!!

Through grinning teeth and clenching legs, a flooding rush of clear feminine juices gushed from Carlotta's folds. Her orgasm was just as great as his, marring his pelvis in her juices. Their combined fluids were strong enough to fill the air of the shower with their sordid orders, being even stronger than the soaps of the shower. It filled their nostrils; so hot, sweaty, musky, and strong. All the while...

Glorp...! Splort...!

“Holy... fucking shit... y-you're still...!? Nngghhaaa~~~"

Was it an athlete thing? Or was it something humans do? Maybe he was just that much of a fucking breeder. Whatever the case may be...

As Franklin's orgasm died down, he tanked in a few final parting loads of seed within Carlotta's awaiting snatch. And like the greedy rat she was, she threw her head back and accepted it. Her cervix was completely filled with seed to the point that she felt the heat permeate from within her belly.

Cum overflowed within Carlotta's cunt, where it spurted out around Franklin's dick and oozed upon the wet floor beneath them. For a moment, he nuzzled against hers, ringing out the final bits of seed he had, before slowly pulling his cock out of her cunt with a lewd and loud--

Shlop!

“Haahahhnnn~~~"

It did not take long for their sordid concoction to be washed away by the water spout above.

For several long moments, they both sat there on the shower floor, breathing in and out. For Carlotta, it had been a while since she had sex so explosive, so amazing. For Franklin, well, it was the first time he's had sex period. And, naturally, it left him so fucking drained.

“Uggghh..."

Splat!

“Ah! Frankie! Snehehehehe!"

Body growing limp, he fell face first into her tits again. This time, he remained immobile; almost like a wet blanket. Sure, there were a few twitches here and there, but it was clear he wasn't moving anytime soon. Damn... he felt as drained as he'd feel after a particularly heated game of basketball. Hopefully, his legs won't be sore in the morning.

Such wishful thinking...

“You okay, Frankie...?" asked Carlotta.

“I... urrgh... I think I am..." he muttered as he looked up at her, “Hah... I'm just a bit... oh... man... I don't think I can move."

“Snehehehehe! That's okay," whispered the mouse in his ear, “You did an amazing job for your first night. All that working out you did during the day... and... snehehehe... I gotta say, your sexual rehabilitation went wonderfully."

“R-really...?" he murmured back.

“Snehehehe. Yes, really. So..." gently, Carlotta tapped his shoulder, “Why don't you sit right here, 'kay? I am your nurse, and it is your nurse's duty to give you that bubble bath I promised you!"

“Bubble bath? Oh... r-right...!"

…

She overheard it.

She overheard all of it.

It was something a bit silly. Something on a piece of paperwork that hadn't been properly signed. Being a doctor, she's spent many hours in her office writing paperwork, checking paperwork, writing more paperwork, and checking over even more paperwork. And since this was a job where they dealt with matters of life and death, she couldn't risk letting her eyes glaze over and miss something important. So when something was amiss, or wrong, or missing, she made sure to check it over with the parties in question. In this instance, well, it would seem no one asked Franklin a very simple question.

What were – if any – his allergies?

A simple question, yes, and it's not like she was planning on bringing Franklin to a buffet anytime soon, but it was important information nonetheless. Sometimes medicine given to patients can trigger allergic reactions, which may cause more harm than good.

So with this in mind and his allergies unknown, Atsuko decided to take a quick trip down to his room. She would have sent Carlotta to do it, but for some reason, the mouse wasn't picking up her phone. Maybe she was playing hooky again... that impish little rodent.

At least, that's what Atsuko thought.

She came down to the physical therapy wing of the hospital, and stood briefly within its quiet halls. It annoyed her superior – Dr. Rhodes – to no end that this hall of the hospital was in disuse, but it didn't bother Atsuko as much. Bah... it didn't matter anyway. The sharkess continued forward, heading into the direction of Franklin's bedroom.

Where the door was ajar.

Curious, Atsuko raised an eyebrow and grabbed the door's handle, where she slowly pushed it open.

“Mr. Buchanan...?" she called, only for her voice to fall on deaf ears.

Inside there was nothing; the bedroom was empty. Confused, Atsuko entered inside and looked around... only to notice--

“Carlotta's phone...?"

It was sitting nearby on the desk in Franklin's room. Even more confused, the sharkess picked it up and checked it. But before she could say a word, her ears twitched and she turned. Facing the bathroom in Franklin's room, she could hear the water on the other end, and see steam flow out from beneath the door.

Was he showering? If so, then why was Carlotta's phone here? And... where was that little rat anyway? Concerned and confused, Atsuko approached the door and grabbed the handle, preparing to open it up...

Only to stop.

Atsuko's ears twitched, and... well...

She overheard it.

She overheard all of it.

Atsuko kept her hand on the doorknob, her eyes wide with shock, and cheeks red from embarrassment. She knew Carlotta was a very... let's say courageous girl, but this was downright idiotic! She was having sex with a patient!? Does she know not the litigious punishment she'd endure if this was learned by their superiors! Hell, she was her superior, and she was learning of this right now! Forget about being merely fired; Atsuko could have Carlotta's entire career ruined in a matter of minutes!

So... why did the shark not barge in and break things off immediately? She thought about doing it, yes, but she just... didn't. Sitting there at the door, she listened in on the sordid tryst going on between Franklin and Carlotta, unable to move. Part of this was from shock. She was so stunned by how utterly outlandish this was, she couldn't bring herself to move.

But the other part? That was from curiosity.

Franklin came into their hospital unable to stand on his own. But from the sounds of it, he was somehow capable of performing quite well in the art of sexual intercourse. Was this just because he was a young man? Perhaps the adrenaline of the situation? Maybe even their little workout session earlier that day was enough to instill some strength within his body?

Atsuko didn't know. And that made her curious. Very curious.

Closing her eyes and taking a thoughtful pose, the shark leaned against the wall, humming to herself in thought as she pondered how Franklin's body could grow so invigorated in such a short amount of time. Was it possible that sex could prove itself more of an effective regimen that working out did? No, that's preposterous, wasn't it?

Then again... sex was very testing. Sure, it's no jogging, or jumping, or stretching, but it does require physical strength to perform at a competent rate. And going by the sounds she heard through the door, Franklin was doing a rather impressive job.

But that just led to the first question all over again: Why? Why was he so good at it? Whatever reasoning Atsuko came up with in her head was never good enough for her. Putting it lightly, she needed more evidence.

And there was only one way she'd be able to get it.

Straightening up, the sharkess began pulling away from the door, her yellow eyes locked on it. Her curiosities had peaked, and a doctor of her caliber would never be able to ignore them. Perhaps there was more to this 'sexual rehabilitation' thing than Carlotta being a freak.

Further research would be required.