I woke up with a jerk, pressing myself back into the reclining chair I was sitting in. it was then I realized what had gotten my attention. It was a ‘nurse’; she had been calling my name. “Mark Anderson?” she called. The black athletic woman was looking right at me. I stared back. It wasn’t because I didn’t know why I was in what looked like a clinic or how I even got here that keep me staring but because I noticed that her nipples were hard, and I could easily make out the outline on her uniform. It must have been that innate instinct that all women have, and she soon brought up the clipboard she was holding up to block her chest.
That finally broke me out of my gawking, and I stood up and started walking towards her. She turned around and started down the hallway. I followed her into one of the side doors I assume was a surgery. She gestured for me to sit and after she hung the clipboard on the back of the door she left while insuring me that someone will be with me in a moment. I didn’t let the opportunity of checking out the side view of her breast and indeed her nipples where still hard.
I spent the next few minutes thinking about the ‘nurses’ nice perky tits instead of things like how I got here or why can’t I remember anything but for some reason I can make just about everything in this room and I generally know what its purpose is. I don’t even know my own name. I only followed the nurse because there as no one else in the room and she had a very nice rack.
While imagining the feel of those peeks in the palms of my hands and the feel of her hard nipples in between my fingers the door finally opened. The man that walked in whore the typical white lab coat and as for his facial features? I got no clue. As soon as I think about it, it seems to disappear from my memory. It was a strange feeling, but the man radiated something. It was strange but if I had to pin it down, I would say that it was trust.
This is the kind of guy you can leave your succubus of a wife and horny teenaged daughter to and he wouldn’t even touch them. That’s was just how potent the vibes I was getting from him was. With smooth motions, he grabbed the clipboard, shook my hand and was in the seat across from me. “So, Mark.” The man said in the most deep and manly voice I had ever heard. This guy was making me feel all sorts of inadequate. “I’m going to get straight to the point. Your dead.” He left that hanging there. After a minute I gave him a rolling gesture with my hand to encourage him to give me more info. I got the impression that he was surprised but that feeling soon sent away.
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He actually flipped through a few pages of the clipboard before looking back up at me. “Huh, its been a while sense we had had one of you. Alright, let me break it down for you. It’s likely you don’t remember any of this but on your way home from work, you ran over a demon that was hunting down the woman carrying the next messiah of your realm. You weren’t able to kill the demon but, in its anger, it changed its target to you, and you were killed. While the demon was distracted by devouring your soul. For the lack for a better word that you would understand an ‘Angel” slayed the demon and retrieved what she could of your soul.”
I just sat there taking all of this in but inwardly I was distracted because of the plans I was thinking up to try and get a feel of the nurses tits. I have already narrowed it down to two options. One, fake stumble and as she helps me walk, I can get a feel of her boobs pressing against me. Two, I can fake stumble into her from behind and cup a feel as I run into her back.
The ‘Doctor’ had to snap his fingers several times in front of my face to get my attention back. I could feel his disappointment and I felt like a scolded child. The ‘Doctor’ sat back down across from me and started explaining the situation to me again. “Because of the positive karma you have accumulated in life, I can grant you a few perks. I can send you on your way to your own personal heaven but that would leave you in your current broken soul state. The alternative is that I can send you to another realm and through the rebirth process, your soul will be repaired.”
“Why can’t I just be reborn where I came from?” I asked. The ‘doctor’ leaned back in his seat and told me. “That’s mainly because of your damaged soul. The borders of realms hold immense amounts of energy. When crossing, your soul will soak up some of that energy and the reincarnation process will then turn that energy into your own and fill those gaps in your soul.”
That sounded like something amazing, but the thought of reincarnation quickly went from being born to sucking on the ‘nurses’ breast in hopes of milk. This time the ‘Doctor’ wasn’t as gentle as he slapped me on the side of my head with the clip board.