Chapter 55: Springfield General – Hospital Heat
Springfield General Hospital had always been a place of quiet suffering: beeping machines, antiseptic smells, tired nurses, and the occasional scream from the maternity ward.
But on the night the heat wave finally breached the hospital's sterile walls — twenty-five years after it first ignited in distant cities — suffering took on a very different meaning.
It started in the ER at 2:17 a.m.
Dr. Hibbert was finishing a double shift when the first wave hit.
He was suturing a drunk's forehead when his cock suddenly surged — thick, veined, straining against his scrubs like it was trying to escape.
His balls tightened painfully.
A bead of pre-cum soaked through the fabric in seconds.
He looked up — eyes wide — and saw every female staff member in the room freeze.
Nurse Patty (Patty Bouvier, moonlighting for extra cash) dropped her clipboard.
Her nipples poked through her scrubs like bullets.
A small wet spot appeared between her thighs.
Nurse Selma — working the same shift — bit her lip so hard it bled.
Dr. Rivera (the young, beautiful resident everyone secretly lusted after) pressed her legs together and whimpered.
Nurse Joy (the perpetually cheerful one) moaned softly and leaned against the counter.
Even Dr. Nick Riviera's wife — visiting with dinner — flushed crimson and started unbuttoning her blouse.
The entire ER floor ignited.
Dr. Hibbert didn't bother with professionalism.
He grabbed Nurse Patty — spun her around — bent her over the gurney — and yanked her scrubs down.
Her thick ass jiggled as he slammed into her soaked pussy from behind — one brutal thrust — balls slapping her clit.
Patty screamed — loud and unashamed — pushing back while her sister Selma knelt beneath them and licked where Dr. Hibbert's cock stretched Patty's lips.
Dr. Rivera climbed onto the gurney — straddled Patty's back — and lowered her dripping cunt onto Patty's face.
Patty ate her out eagerly — tongue plunging deep — while Dr. Hibbert railed her from behind.
Nurse Joy stripped completely — climbed onto a second gurney — and spread wide.
Dr. Nick's wife took the invitation — dove between Joy's legs — eating her like she'd been starving.
The chaos spread to every wing.
Maternity Ward
Several heavily pregnant patients — already in heat from the wave — demanded their husbands (and a few nurses) fuck them through contractions.
One woman — nine months along — rode her husband reverse cowgirl while a nurse sucked her leaking nipples and another fingered her clit.
She came screaming through a contraction — squirting milk and cum across the room.
Surgical Recovery
Post-op patients — still groggy from anesthesia — woke up horny.
Nurses climbed into beds — riding recovering men while monitors beeped wildly.
One surgeon — mid-recovery from his own appendectomy — fucked two nurses at once — one on his cock, one on his face — while his wife watched and fingered herself.
Psych Ward
The patients were already delusional.
The heat made it worse — and better.
A group therapy session turned into a free-for-all — patients and staff stripping, fucking on couches and floors — moans echoing down the halls like a twisted choir.
Emergency Waiting Room
The crowd waiting for treatment became an audience — then participants.
A woman in a torn blouse bent over a chair — letting strangers take turns while her husband held her hand and jerked off.
An elderly couple — married sixty years — fucked on a bench like teenagers — the wife riding her husband while a young intern ate her out from behind.
Operating Theater
Dr. Hibbert — after finishing with Patty — moved to the OR.
A routine appendectomy became a porn shoot.
The patient — awake under local — begged the surgical team to fuck her while they worked.
The anesthesiologist fingered her clit while the scrub nurse sucked her tits.
Dr. Hibbert railed her pussy — scalpel still in hand — until he came deep inside her.
By 4 a.m. the hospital was one giant, moaning organism.
Cum dripped from every surface.
Pussies and asses leaked thick white rivers.
Bellies swelled from creampies.
Moans echoed down every corridor.
Dr. Hibbert — covered in sweat and cum — stood in the central hallway — cock still hard — surrounded by leaking, satisfied women.
He looked around — at the wrecked hospital — and laughed — deep, satisfied.
"Well… I guess we're all patients now."
A nurse — still dripping — crawled to him and kissed the head of his cock.
"Best shift ever, Doctor."
The hospital lights flickered — overwhelmed by the sheer volume of orgasms.
Springfield General had fallen.
And no one wanted to be cured.