Imagining Dana coming back from a sabbatical and you, her favourite nurse, has gained a significant amount of weight. You're worried about what she will think, but she's obsessed with your new curves, wants to touch every inch of you, can't wait for the day to be over so she can drag you back to her place and bury herself in your new, huge tits.
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Dana Evans x chubby f! nurse reader
wc: +2500
not proofread, soz
cw: mentions of suicide, depression, weight gain, body image issues, divorce, catholic guilt, pegging, LEZZA SMUT. BODY WORSHIPPING.
tags: @sunset-shimmer-girl06 @flamesofauburn @noprophet @luchmmenti96 @madxmeschemmenti @pinkthrone445 @badblood1013 @asolitaryrose3 (I don't have an official Dana Evans tag list, so I'm just tagging people who might be interested pls tell me to stop if you wish)
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Dana Evans has been off work for three months. Working through a divorce, moving house, and figuring out how to live her life as a single woman after thirty years with the same person. If she said she was excited to go back to work, she’d only be half lying. Being able to sleep as late as she wanted was amazing, and she feels like she has finally caught up on sleep for the first time in maybe her whole life. But she misses the people, the highs that come with saving patients, the joys of putting a smile on someone's face after they’ve been suffering for so long.
But the thing she misses the most is you. Her favourite nurse. Her bubbly princess. The woman who always checks on her, brings her coffee, and blushes every time she says anything remotely personal. Dana smiles as she thinks about seeing your face for the first time in three months. They were long months, and you thought about inviting her out for drinks, but you decided she probably needed space. That's why she was off, after all.
That and you were dealing with some things of your own while she was gone. Your new antidepressants had made you gain weight. Not just a little bit, a significant amount of weight. Clearly visible to everyone around you. You had gone up three dress sizes alone, and you had heard the whispers every time you had to find bigger scrubs because the ones you were wearing had torn when you bent down. But you didn’t care that much; that’s what you told yourself, anyway. You no longer wanted to kill yourself, so you’d take the weight gain over the depression any day.
Somehow you managed to avoid Dana for the first two hours of your shift. Her eyes scanned the room for you repeatedly, but each time you thought you had time to breathe, you got called away again. When her eyes did finally land on you, she didn’t even realise it was you. You were bent over a bed, trying to tackle a wire in a patient's room. The fabric of your scrubs could barely contain your new, round ass, and Dana chuckled as she watched the scrubs holding on for dear life. She could’ve sworn the seams were about to tear.
“Who does that ass belong to?” She chuckles to Robby, who scoffs and shakes his head.
“That’s not how you should be talking about your nurses,” he laughs.
“My nurse?” she asks, brow raised. “I’ve never seen that ass before,” she mumbles as you finally stand up straight. She notices your hair first; she’d recognise that signature messy bun anywhere. The bun that looks effortless because you spent ages perfecting it in the morning. Then she notices how your scrub top is tight around the chest, barely containing the melons you appeared to be smuggling. Your hips were wider, your thighs touched, and when you turned around, your cheeks looked fuller and rosier than usual. You smiled at her and offered her a polite wave, and her lips curved into a smirk.
“Don’t mention the weight,” Robby says gently. “She’s had some issues with people being nasty.”
“Michael Robinavitch,” Dana says, tearing her glasses off her face. “Have you ever known me to comment on someone’s weight?”
“Well, no,” he mumbles, scratching his beard. “I’m just saying. She’s finally smiling again.”
“So I can see,” Dana muses as she watches you laughing with your patient. You pat his arm and close his curtain before wandering shyly over to the nurses' station.
“Welcome back, boss,” you smile, taking a seat.
“What, no hug for your favourite old lady?” Dana teases, and you blush. Dana loves it when you blush. She notices every single time, even if you think she doesn’t. You’re part of the reason she got a divorce to begin with. You made her realise she hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since she first met Benji. He didn’t give her butterflies anymore, but you did. Every time you smiled at her, or looked at her like she had hung the moon and stars. The way your breath hitched when she touched your back. They were all things she had previously experienced with her husband, but not for a long time.
And the fact that you were a woman was confusing on its own. Dana had kissed her girlfriends when she went to an all girls catholic school, but someone had told them they would go to hell if they did it again. So they never did. And then there were the fantasies. She always fantasised about women. When Benji was fucking her, she would hold his hips and close her eyes, pretending he was a gorgeous woman whose curves she was holding while her breasts bounced in Dana’s face. She imagined she would wrap her lips around the woman’s nipple while her fingers played with the other. And she would cum so hard just from that imagery.
Dana liked to be dominant in the bedroom, too. She liked to take charge, and Benji often let her. He was always quite open to experimenting with his wife, so when she brought home a strap-on one day and asked to peg him, he didn’t fall off his chair in shock. In fact, he kind of liked the idea once Dana explained to him how good it felt for men. Benji shrugged, said Why the hell not, and Dana got to practice strapping her husband. That gave them a few extra years of marriage, but then even that fizzled out. Because Benji was a man, and he could no longer give her what she wanted.
“Dana?” you ask, snapping her from her thoughts. “I said, where did you want me?” She rubs her head and purses her lips, and you frown. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Dana mumbles. “First day jitters.”
“The Dana Evans still gets first day jitters?” you ask, hooking your stethoscope around your neck. “I find that hard to believe.” And the truth was, Dana never used to get the jitters. Not until you came along. And now she has butterflies whenever she sees you for the first time. Because somehow, she’s fallen head over heels for you, and now that she is finally divorced and free, that is ten times scarier than it was before.
Dana’s phone rings and everyone in the surrounding area stops and holds their breath as they wait for her to say the words. And when she hangs up the phone, she lifts her glasses to her hair and looks around.
“Okay, incoming trauma!” She grabs your arm and pulls you along with her. “You’re with me, okay?”
“Okay,” you smile, your whole body tingling at her touch.
The day is a shit show, but as always, it could be worse. You notice Dana staring at you a lot throughout the day, and you try not to feel insecure about it, but you do. You can’t shake the niggling feeling that she’s quietly judging you, thinking that you looked better before. There's always been something between you and Dana. Neither of you have ever said anything about it, and she was married before, but now you’re worried that whatever was there will go now that you look like this.
“You’re thinking loudly,” Cassie says as she walks up behind you, handing you a granola bar. Your stomach rumbles, and you take it, smiling.
“Thanks, Cass,” you say, unwrapping the bar and taking a bite at the same time as her.
“You thinkin’ about our favourite charge nurse?” she smirks, nudging your arm. “I’ve seen her starin’ at you all day. You know she’s single now, right?”
“Yeah,” you sigh. “But I’m worried she doesn’t like me anymore because I’m… well, cos I’m fat,” you mumble.
“Are you serious?” Cassie laughs. “Sorry, I know this is a sensitive subject for you, but girl, she has been making fuck me eyes at you all day. Damn, I need to get laid,” she laughs, patting your back gently. “Don’t stress about it; she’s into you.”
The next time you see Dana, you are changing out of your scrubs in the locker room. Dana walks in, and all of the air is knocked out of her lungs as she looks at you. Your skin is soft, squishy, plump. Your ass wobbles as you reach up into the locker for something, standing in your tiny thong and a t-shirt. Her whole body starts to tingle, and she doesn’t even register that she’s walking towards you until your back is against her chest and her hand is on your bare hip. You gasp, and she groans against your shoulder.
“Fuck, princess. Look at you,” she mumbles. “I’ve been imagining you out of those scrubs all day.”
“Dana,” you whisper. “Not in here.”
You turn around to face her, and her eyes are dark, blown out, and full of need. You blush and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as she stares at you.
“Baby, I need to take you home,” she mumbles. “Please?”
“Dana Evans, are you begging me?” you smirk, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. She watches your tummy wobble as you slide into the pants, and she groans.
“Please, doll. I need to touch every inch of this gorgeous body,” she says. “You look like a work of art.”
“Dana,” you blush. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it,” she says, looking into your eyes again. “Seriously, doll. You look good, healthy, happy,” she grins. “I missed this smile.”
And you know she doesn’t just mean for the three months she was off. You know she means the three months before, when you were a shell of yourself and forced yourself to smile, but Dana could see right through that fake smile, and it was Dana who convinced you to go and speak to someone about your meds. You owed a lot to Dana, it would seem.
“You gonna make me dinner if I come home with you?” you smirk, and Dana laughs, sliding her hand around your waist.
“Sure, hon, if we have the energy after,” she winks, and you feel the heat flood straight between your legs.
You find yourself sitting on Dana’s couch an hour later while she pours two glasses of wine.
“Oh, I shouldn’t drink on my meds,” you say, and Dana laughs.
“One drink will be fine. You know that; you’re a good nurse.”
“I dunno, Dana,” you sigh. “I shouldn’t.”
“Okay, I won’t force you,” she smiles, sitting on the couch next to you. She sips her own wine, and her hand settles on your thigh, and you sigh. “You look really good right now,” she says. “I mean it.”
“You don’t think I’m too fat?” You ask worriedly, and she scoffs.
“No, Princess. I think you’re perfect. Can I touch you?”
“Please,” you beg. You don’t even realise your legs are spread until Dana chuckles, pushing them further apart.
“Wow, you’re desperate,” she grins. “Are you desperate for me, baby girl?”
“I am,” you whine. “I’ve been dreaming of this for years, Dana. Years.”
“Oh, my poor girl,” she whispers, pushing you back against the couch so you’re lying down. She hovers over you, her hand beside your head, and then she kisses you. Finally, after years of wanting her, wanting this, it’s finally happening.
Dana’s tongue glides against your bottom lip and her hand slides through your hair. You moan into her mouth, and she grins, her lips moving to your neck.
“God, I’ve imagined this so many times,” she says, sliding her hand into your sweatpants. You moan loudly when her fingers make contact with your clit, and you dig your nails into her shoulders.
“Me too,” you gasp. “Fuck.”
“You’re so wet,” she grins, rubbing her fingers in slow circles. She withdraws her hand, and you whine, making her laugh. “Patience, sweetheart. Let’s get some of these layers off.”
Your chest heaves as Dana slides her fingers into the waistband and tugs your pants down. “Wow,” she grins, looking at your panties for the second time today. “You’re soaked.”
“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “You drive me crazy, D.”
“You know…” she says as she slides her hands over your soft stomach. “One of the reasons I got a divorce was so that I could do this.”
“Really?” You ask, leaning on your elbows as she removes her own clothes.
“Really, baby,” she grins. “Come to my bedroom.” She laces her fingers with yours, and you remove your t-shirt so you’re both wearing nothing but underwear, and you follow her through her spacious apartment and to her bedroom.
“This place is nice,” you say as you walk, and she chuckles, pushing you down on her bed forcefully.
“It’s okay,” she says. “Stop talkin’ about the apartment and let me fuck you, Princess.”
You whine, throwing your head back as she drags her tongue over your stomach and up to your breasts. She unclasps your bra and groans as your breasts spill out. “Look at these. They’re so big now.”
“Yeah,” you groan as she palms them both. “Too big.”
“Nope, they’re perfect,” she says, sliding her tongue over your left nipple. You slide your hand into her hair and hold her in place, writhing beneath her. She can tell how desperate you are from the little whines you’re making, and it makes her own clit throb.
“Can I taste you?” She asks, and you nod frantically. She kisses down your belly, squishing the soft skin all the way down until she reaches your panties again. She tugs them down, practically ripping them from your body and tossing them aside. “God, you smell divine,” she groans, her nails digging into the inside of your thighs as her tongue flicks your clit gently.
“Fuck- m’Dana,” you whine as she licks your clit slowly with the entire pad of her tongue. “F-feels so good.”
“You taste like heaven,” she groans, her fingers spreading you open so her tongue can explore more. You can feel the familiar tingling and the coil inside of you starting to unravel as her tongue swirls and flicks. It sounds so wet and sloppy, and she looks like a fucking angel as she eats you out ravenously.
“Right there,” you moan. “Fuck, Dana! I’m cumming!”
Your back arches and your hips rock against her face as she sends you tumbling over the edge. Your ears ring, and you see stars, and she doesn’t stop; she keeps going until you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, and then her mouth moves to the inside of your thighs instead, kissing and sucking while you catch your breath.
“You’re so pretty,” she mumbles, sliding her hands over your belly again. “I hope you’re not too tired, because I’m not done with you yet,” she grins, and you laugh tiredly, because you can’t believe you’re finally in bed with Dana Evans, and she is about to fuck your brains out.
“I would’ve gotten fat sooner had I known you’d react like this,” you laugh, and Dana nips your neck.
“You’re not fat, doll. You’re fucking perfect.”
