Anna’s Nurse

I.

 

Anna looked at the home health aide who walked into her bedroom. She was tall, almost Amazonian tall, and while not exactly fat, she had curves all over. Too many curves. And big tits. And presumably a big butt as well. Anna couldn’t tell from where she was lying in her bed. Anna tried not to be judgmental, she knew she didn’t have the best perspective on other people’s bodies, but this new aide wasn’t exactly thin.

“Good morning,” the aide trilled out.

“Go away,” Anna groaned while rolling over to face the wall. It was the middle of the morning, ten a.m., and it was far too early to get up. “And before you ask, I don’t want to eat breakfast.”

“I wasn’t going to ask,” the aide said. She had a slightly British accent and held herself stiffly, like the all the eyes of the world were upon her.

“You can’t make me eat,” Anna snapped. “I don’t care what my parents told you.”

“I’m not going to force feed you, so you don’t have to worry about that,” the aide said. That was an unexpected response. Anna rolled back over and forced her eyes open. The aide would almost be pretty if she wasn’t so heavy. She had a lot of thick, brown hair that was pulled up into a bun at the nape of her neck. Judging by her face she wasn’t much older than Anna, but she conducted herself like she was years older. Anna had only recently taken a break from her first year in college. She was an adult, even if her parents treated her like a child.

“Isn’t that what Mom and Dad hired you for? To make sure I eat all my fruits and veggies? That’s what all the HHAs are for.”

“I’m not a home health aide,” she said in her clipped tone. “I’m a nurse.”

“Oh. Mom and Dad sprung the big bucks to find an actual nurse. What should I call you? Nurse Ratchet? Should I even bother to learn your name? Everyone else quits in a couple of days. Are you even a real nurse?”

“My name is Millicent.” It was an old name that didn’t fit the face of a pretty young nurse. “My friends call me Lilli. You can call me ‘Nurse’ or ‘Miss Brown’ or ‘Millicent’. I can assure you that I am a real nurse. I have my LPN and am currently working on my RN.”

“A little side job to earn some money, huh?” asked Anna. She let her eyes roam up and down the other woman’s body. “You’re a little too fat for a stripper. Makes sense.”

The thin smile on Millicent’s didn’t waver. “I’m here to supply you with the nutrients you need, nothing else. I’m not here to debate the situation and I’m not here to provide you with counseling or emotional support. I am your nurse, nothing more. Though I will tell you that severely restricting your diet will only make you sick, possibly to the point of death.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m not stupid. I’m just mentally ill.”

“Shall we begin then?”

Anna briefly thought about arguing with Millicent. There was no point to it. She was severely tired, as always. There was no reason to start the day with an argument. That could be left for the afternoon. Anna was confident that Millicent wouldn’t last three days.

She untangled her thin limbs from the sheets and struggled out of the bed. The boniness of her body was obvious even underneath the loose fitting nightshirt she was wearing. Anna took her time, making Millicent wait, letting the nurse get an eyeful of her thin, denied body.

When Millicent refused to turn aside and give Anna some privacy, she smartly asked, “Are you going to watch everything I do, or are you just a perv? I want to change before we go to the kitchen.”

Millicent wasn’t fazed by the mild insult. “We can do it right here.”

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Breakfast in bed? How luxurious.”

Seeing no other oblivious location, Millicent nodded. “If that’s what you like then.” She seated her rotund bottom on the mattress and started unbuttoning her blouse. She was dressed in a plain white shirt and dark blue pants. It wasn’t exactly a uniform, but it wasn’t hospital scrubs either. Before Anna could understand what was going on, Millicent finished opening her shirt and then pulled her breast out of her bra.

“What the fuck!”

Millicent looked up innocently. Her fat white breast was hanging free. It was topped with a bright pink nipple, puckered and ready. To Anna’s eyes it was obscenely large; to anyone else, it would have appeared to be a perfect globe of flesh, ripe and youthful. “I am your wet nurse,” she said calmly. “I’m here to feed you.”

Anna was shocked. She didn’t know what to do or think or say. Only a stammering came out of her mouth. “I-I-I-I’m not doing that! I’m not some baby who has to be fed from some woman’s…body!”

Tilting her head up just a bit, Millicent caught Anna’s eye. “Aren’t you? You’ve spent years of your life not eating. It’s my job now to make sure you properly eat. You have acted like a child and you have an underdeveloped body. The best food for someone in need of good nutrition is breast milk.” She gestured at her breast. “I have plenty of that. It is why your parents hired me. To feed you.”

“Bullshit!” Anna wanted to run away, but she didn’t have the energy. Instead she stumbled backwards a few steps and pressed her back to the wall.

Fixing the young woman with an annoyed stare, Millicent replied, “Do you really think I’d be doing this,” and she gestured to her bare breast, “if your parents didn’t want it to happen.”

“Bullshit!” Anna barked again.

“Do you resist because you don’t want to eat or do you resist because you think it infantilizes you?”

Anna didn’t say the words, but her immediate thought was neither of those. It was one thing for her parents to have a daughter that was anorexic. It was another entirely for them to have a lesbian.

And she couldn’t deny th