You wake up to realize that you are still restrained. However, you are in what looks like a normal bed, in a normal sized recovery room. However, you are the only one there. There aren't even other beds in that big room. The doors appear to be standard 42 inch wide hospital doors, the ceiling is about ten feet high, and your bed is a queen sized bed. You say to yourself, "I'm cured! I'm back to normal size!"
Your hand is free enough to push the nurses button, and a sweet, young female voice comes over the intercom, saying, "Roger! You're awake! We thought you'd be more comfortable recovering in there. How do you feel?" You say, "I feel great! It looks like I'm back to normal! That's great news! Now send someone down here to get these restraints off, and let me go home!"
The nurse said, "Well, we need to keep you where you are for now. I hope you understand. I have orders to keep you in bed. Don't worry though. We have three nurses coming down right now from recovery. They will want to give you some close supervision for the next three hours. So please try to relax, and just try to rest."
You blurt out, "But, but but I want out of these damn restraints!" You twist, and kick, but it only results in complete frustration. Especially as the nurses button falls to the floor, and out of reach.
She says, I'll be coming down there later, but I'll need to wait until my shift. I can't wait! Anyway, just rest, OK?"
That was all she said. The intercom went silent, and the light on the panel went dark.
You find yourself yelling at the four walls. Everything is quiet for the next few minutes. Then you hear a door open outside your room, and the sound of normal hospital activity. You hear girls entering the room, as they laugh quietly to themselves. You say to yourself, "Finally! Someone is here to take care of me. Maybe they will get these straps off." Then the door outside shuts, as they step around, snickering. There is a lot of bumping around, and suppressed laughter. You expect the door to come flying open at any moment. Then there is a loud creeking groan overhead, and you gasp, as the ceiling above flips up, and to the side, and see that there are three beautiful, towering nurses, standing there, smiling down. They are each wearing surgical scrubs, and even their legs tower above the ten foot ceiling around you. They bend over, and reach down, giggling, as they rub their soft hands across your little body. One of them says, "We're here to make sure you get fully recovered, Roger!" One is a stunning brunette, the other two are gorgeous, buxom blonds! Then they eagerly step over the doll house walls, and into what moments earlier, seemed to be a spaceious recovery ward. Your little heart pounds, as you watch them step over those walls, drop to their knees around you, and start taking vitals, as you squirm, and twist. One of them says, "His pulse could use some picking up. The other says, "Yeah, so could his blood pressure."
Then they all rise back up to their feet, step over to the corner of the room, and start pulling off all that surgical outerwear, revealing skimpy , very short, little pale pastel colored outfits underneath. They toss their scrubs over the wall, as you stare open mouthed into the back of long, towering, bare legs, and even a little pantied ass. TheNthey turn to face you.
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