Hey everyone, its me. With another R-rated total drama lemon story. Its part of a new project of mine. This one is kinda like my 'hook up' story, only instead of plopping together all the characters together in the same fic, each one will focus on a single character and their Lemon scented adventures. Usually guys and their messing around with the girls- its how my mind works.
I'm up for doing fics that focus on the girls messing around with guys. And no, sorry. No LGBT stuff. I have nothing against it, it just does nothing for me. Meaning I have no inspiration to write.
This one is a two, possibly three parter. The first chapter is the build up. Everything after that is the R-rated stuff. Enjoy.
And yes, this is a cannon story. Think of it as the epilogue to the first season episode 'who can you trust'.
If anyone has any ideas for Trent, please send them- and Ideas for the star of my next character focused fic. I'm leaning toward DJ. But if you guys think different, you know where to find me. And yes, I would like the ideas to fit into cannon. It makes it easier for me to set up the plot.
Trent Time
Chapter 1-I can't swallow that
"I wannabe- Gahhh!"
Trent wretched. The empty bucket in his hands clutched hard against his pumped hallow stomach.
"I wannabe- Gahhh!" Trent wretched again, the hard, worn, camping stool he was siting on bit uncomfortably into his bony behind. "I wanna be famous!"
Trent sighed, he finally finished the lousy opening song.
Blinking his eyes clear, Trent finally gave his surroundings a good look. He was in the show's medical tent. It and everything inside it looked like it came from an old military surplus store. If the moth-eaten, torn, and discontinued olive color of the fabric said anything- bought on the cheep too. Inside it were two rows of old folding army cots that matched the tent. Some wheeled medical cabinets dotted the place, each filled with stuff you'd find in a field hospital from an old American Vietnam war movie. Trent was sure most if not all the meds would qualify as poison by today's standards. Especially if they were from the same era as the tent. Poison as bad as the gooey pink blow-fish mush that sent him there.
Trent looked down at the bucket he'd been hugging to death for the last hour or so. He'd forgotten how many buckets he'd gone through. Trent had lost count after the third bucket he'd filled up and chef buried. It was as empty and dirty as Chris's black heart, but it was better than what he'd started with. Trent tried to sigh, but wretched again. And again, it was empty heaving.
"Oh man." Trent grumbled. "How am I still doing that? I don't even have anything in the tank anymore."
Trent tossed the bucket out of sight and out of mind as he stood up and stumbled over to the nearest medical cabinet for some mouth wash. That, Trent knew he needed. Opening the small bottle of mint flavored teeth juice, Trent had a thought.
"What happened to Chef?" Trent wondered, taking a swig. The designated cook of the show was also the guy in charge of every little job Chris didn't wanna pay for. Which meant he was also the show's nurse- Literally at that. If there was a dumb or embarrassing costume for the job, Chris would make Chef wear it. Mostly it was putting the giant dark skinned bald man in drag. On camera no less. Normally, Trent would actually feel sorry for the guy. But the grizzled old 'veteran' liked to torment anyone he could for fun. Almost as much as his boss- so F him. Still, a memory just wouldn't go away as Trent spat out the mouthwash. "Gah, I really hope he doesn't come back in that nasty nurse costu- what's this."
Trent noticed a sticky note on the cot in front of his. He read it aloud.
"Something. Something. Something... Whiny dumb guitar kid. Gave you expensive meds and stomach pumped. Kept you from dying and us from getting sued. That means I officially don't have to care anymore. So I left. Another dumb whiny kid offered to take over. Gave'em instructions. Fallow'em and you'll be clear to get killed some other way on TV in the morning. Don't do stupid again. Won't be as nice next time."
"That's him being nice? Wait, who offered to take over?" Trent asked, the gears in his head turning.
His first thought was of Gwen. The first and best friend he'd made on the show. The goth girl wasn't exactly the volunteer type, but she did look out for her friends. Trent was pulled from his thoughts when he heard arguing in the background. They were too far off to hear the words, but Trent knew the voices. One was everyone's favorite goth. The other was the show's favorite mean girl.
"They're at it again." The two had fought so much, it was practically daily ritual. After a week or so, Trent and a few others started to wonder if the two actually liked fighting so much. Though, given there was no wifi or TV on the island, their arguing was the closest thing to entertainment the rest of the cast got. It was as good a reason as any. "Must be after dinner. Screeching like cats for who gets first crack at the only stall with the working door. God, this place sucks."
Trent heard another voice trying to break up the first two.
"Ahhh, Bridgette playing peacemaker. Good luck." Trent sighed, knowing how hopeless that was- the sick musician felt a light-bulb glowing above his head.
Bridgette was a lifeguard before the show. That meant she had medical training. Hardly more than first aid, but it was something. She was the volunteer type. It said as much in her bio for the show. Trent smiled, happy at his new caregiver. They weren't exactly close, but she was good company- Another holler erupted in camp. A bloated bellow charging for the bathroom. Trent heard several people getting rammed into and knocked over. Complaints of discomfort and pain fallowed.
"Oh yeah, its after dinner. Big boy needs his potty." Trent slumped, remembering the smell of the stalls after Owen had his way with them. The man was fun incarnate in a hockey jersey, but wow, Owen could peel paint off the wall after he ate anything. Trent slumped back onto his camp stool, knowing what the caring Bridgette would be doing for that latest batch of victims. "She'll be patching up whoever got trampled... maybe Courtney?"
It was possible. The last thing anyone would call her was charitable, but she wouldn't stop talking about her history as a C.I.T. thing.
"Shhh. Shhh. Shhh."
A girls voice whispered, giggling behind him not 10 ft away. Turning around, Trent saw two silhouettes of a couple campers he knew shining through the cheap material of the tent. One had a Mohawk and muscles. The other had a sweater vest and a bubble butt in tights. The girl silhouette was tugging at the shirt of the boy silhouette to fallow her behind some trees. Both giggling at the other.
"Over here. This way. Bridgette told me about this place."
Trent snorted. As juicy as this was, it was far from unusual. The medical tent was the only place on the island that the show legally couldn't have any cameras. The perfect place for some quiet 'alone' time. Surprise surprise, a certain blonde couple discovered the spot first after one cowboy hat wearing fool got injured and one jorts wearing lifeguard offered to patch him up. Trent had thought of bringing a certain goth girl here a few times himself. As for Courtney and Duncan. Trent guessed he shouldn't have been surprised. When people flirt-fight that much- yeah, they probably didn't feel like waiting to actually get in the tent.
Trent smirked as he saw the two silhouettes wrap their arms around each other. One face pressed against the other. Moaning hummed in the background. Trent raised an eyebrow as he saw Courtney making the first move and slapped her hand over Duncan's bony behind. The bad boy laughed.
"Ohhhh, D-Duncan."
Trent laughed, ready to holler at them that he was still there- but stopped himself. Trent nodded at their silhouettes, jealous as he saw Duncan's shadow slide his hand up Courtney's sweater vest and to her chest. Trent saw Duncan Squeeze. It hurt how much Trent wanted to be where Duncan was. Doing what he was doing. Courtney was abrasive and bossy, but ah... she was pretty. He couldn't help it. Trent imagined what Courtney looked like. Felt like. What her kisses were like. Every thought was better than the last. He wanted a look.
'Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm only a man.'
Careful as he could, Trent stood up- and his foot dinged the very bucket he tossed away a minute ago. The sound echoing in the tent and out its entrance. The two silhouettes instantly stopped. Courtney squeaked, hopping back startled. Duncan just stood there, frozen. He reached out to her.
"Uh, Court-" Duncan didn't get to finish. Courtney instantly ran off, mumbling curses and cries. Duncan chased after her. Shaking his fist at the tent. "Dick!"
"So much for that." Trent sighed, slumping back down- Defeated. "Now who's gonna take care of me."
"Hello, Todd." A familiar ditsy voice behind him asked. "Are you in there?"
"Oh no." Trent gulped, turning around toward the back enterance of the tent. "Anyone but her."
Lindsay entered the tent... wearing a nurse outfit. Not hospital scrubs, but an actual costume you'd find for a Halloween sale. A white short sleeved dress shirt. A little white headband hat thing. Lastly, a white mini-skirt. All with a red cross symbol on it. It was identical to the costume Chris had forced Chef to wear when he was stuck doing medical stuff. Just like for chef, the nurse costume was WAY too tight and small for the very tall and... voluptuous Lindsay. To Trent's surprise, the shirt was buttoned up to the collar. Though, Trent had no idea what was keeping the buttons on the top part of her shirt together. He was also pretty sure that if she bent over, even a little, Trent would have front row seats to whatever pink treat Lindsay decided to wear that day.
"Or yeah, her." Trent mumbled, doing his best not to stare. "She'll do."
"Oh, Todd!" Lindsay cheered, strutting further into the tent. A clipboard in hand. "You are here."
"Uhhh, hey Lindsay." Trent greeted back, his eyes shifting from one side of the tent to the other. Anywhere but the pretty girl in the sexy outfit in front of him. "Dumb question, kinda obvious. Why are you here?"
"Well, after the challenge was over and Sandy was sent home, Chef gathered all of us into the mess hall." Lindsay explained, pointing her thumb behind her toward the slop factory. "He told us he was done babysitting for the day and needed someone to come and help you."
"You offered?" Trent asked, honestly surprised.
"Felt like I should've." Lindsay nodded, guilt and shame in her voice. "I am the reason you got so messed up."
"Yeah, yeah you were." Trent cringed, he could feel his stomach getting ready to heave again. Trent forced it back down. "Next time I'll do the cooking, Ms. I took biology."
"Ohhh, I feel bad." Lindsay sighed, hurt.
She did a little pose Trent had only seen on bad TV. Lindsay tilted her stance to the side, her head to the other and down at an angle. Her eyes half open with her bottom lip quivering at him. It felt like someone shoved a knife into Trent's chest. That was before she arched her chest out and crossed one leg behind the other. Trent finally knew where to look. The buttons on the cheap costume were visibly straining to hold together.
"Todd, helping you out is the least I could do."
"Huh- Oh, that's fine." Trent shook himself awake. "But- ah, Lindsay. Todd's not actually my name."
"Its not?" Lindsay asked, Trent shook his head. "What about Teddy?" Thumbs down. "Tyrone?" Negative. "Is it... Tyler?"
"I give up." Trent sighed, defeated. "We'll stick with Todd."
"Okay, Todd." Lindsay smiled, happy. "Does that mean you'll let me be your nurse."
"I...I'm not sure." Trent lied. He was sure. Sure he wanted her out of the tent and him in an actual hospital bed with a phone in his hand. Calling his lawyer dad to sue the pants off the show for nearly killing him.
"Maybe Chef's notes will convince you." Lindsay pleaded, opening the first two buttons of her nurse costume. Popping really- and literally.
When Lindsay so much as touched the buttons, they actually snapped off and away like rockets. One almost hitting him. Not that Trent noticed. He was more focused on how Lindsay's ample chest seemed to grow another cup size from the extra room. The soft milky surface of her breasts undulated and sloshed around in waves in front of him. A line of cleavage a mile long stared back at him. Of course, that was nothing to when Lindsay actually shoved her hand in between her bazongas and fished something out. A paper, apparently.
"Chef told me to read this to you." Lindsay focused on the paper. Trent kept focusing on her chest. Her voice suddenly became much deeper and annoyed. "Dummy. This dummy got my instructions. Fallow it! Or don't. Long as you don't die. I don't care. But if you wanna eat more than crackers and watah for the rest of you'rh life, you gonna need to take some supposititorzies'... What's that?"
"Huh?" Trent asked, not hearing a word of what she just said. Trent forced himself to look up at her face. Make eye contact. For some reason, Lindsay seemed a little surprised he did that. The blond girl's smile at him grew. "Another dumb question: No one else volunteered?"
"Other's did, yeah." Lindsay nodded. "But then Chef told us we'd have to give you 'the pill'."
"That doesn't sound so bad." Trent shrugged, a little hurt that everyone backed out so easily. A certain teal haired goth appeared in his mind.
"H-Here, you, g-go..." Lindsay grumbled, duck walking step by step from a counter to the cot right next to him. A huge medical container in her hands. The girl was holding it like it was a duffel bag full of bricks. The skinny blond dropped it on the cot as such. "Whoa, that thing is heavy."
"Th-That can't be good." Trent coughed, nervously. Soon enough, he spotted a bright sticky note near its top. He picked it up and was about read it aloud before he heard a loud snapping sound. Trent looked up and saw Lindsay pulling on a pair of medical latex gloves. Full snap and all. "And its getting worse... Lindsay- sweetie, whats in there?"
In answer, Lindsay opened the container and pulled out a pill. It was simple and ordinary enough. Something you'd find at any pharmacy or doctor's office- except it was huge. Something not meant to be devoured whole.
"I can't swallow that." Trent declared, pointing at 'the pill'.
"I know, silly." Lindsay giggled. "You don't swallow supposititorzies."
"Sup- Oh no." Trent finally clicked to it. True terror was crawling up his spine, and in his stomach. A part- all of him, was desperate a certain blond someone got Chef's instructions wrong. "Lindsay, my darling. Do you know what 'suppositories' are?"
"Butt stuff." Lindsay announced, happily. Bluntly even. Trent was actually caught off guard by that.
"Oh god." Trent groaned, his- everything- clenched up like a clam. "Wait, why do you want to do this?"
"Like i said, I owe you." Lindsay answered, giving him a look. "I feel bad."
"I get that." Trent lied. "But Linds, o'l buddy o'l pal of mine, you're scared of every kind of gross. This is, well... butt stuff."
Saying it out loud, Trent was actually glad everyone dropped out of helping him. He'd never be able to look them in the eye again- if they had any part of this. Especially the girls. Gwen's pretty face appeared in his mind again. Then her low cut corset shirt thing. Her fishnet leggings. Then her soft, sweet lips in that dark lipstick. All the nights he'd gone to bed imagining Gwen trying to eat a hot dog after seeing her do it one day in the mess hall. He couldn't ever risk losing a chance with her.
Trent shook his head. He had to focus.
'Granted, everyone'll still know about it. Though, its way better than actually yanking down my pants from the back, bending me over, and shoving it in- Someone, somewhere, is making a pegging joke.' Trent thought, looking up from the ground and back at Lindsay. The blond was just standing there, smiling at him. Waiting for him to say something. Trent's eyes dipped down to her chest again. The poor poisoned man almost lost his mind again. He looked away at the last second. 'Lind's will know about it, and do it. No way around that. What'll happen after?'
"Uh." Trent coughed. "You sure you're up for it?"
"Yeah, I'm cool with it." Lindsay nodded, proudly.
"How?" Trent asked, surprised.
"I've got experience." Lindsay declared, acting like she had on a uniform she earned- instead of just a costume she was wearing.
"You have medical training?" Trent asked, dully.
"Not one tinny bit." Lindsay shook her head, that proud smile still on her face.
"But Lindsay, oh beautiful Lindsay." Trent flattered gently, doing his best to be nice to the pretty girl in the sexy outfit about to shove something inside him. "How, ah... how could you have experience shov- administering suppositories?"
"Oh, I don't know anything about medicine." Lindsay shrugged, admittedly. "But I got plenty experience about butt stuff."
"Somehow I don't believ- Oh." Trent's head shot up, finally clicking to what his 'nurse' was talking about. He gulped. "Oh boy."
"I had some 'guy friends' back home." Lindsay nodded, happily. Innocently even. Trent could feel his cheeks getting pinker. "When we hung out, we did stuff like that. It was fun."
"Really." Trent asked, barely holding back a stutter. Just from that alone, Trent imagined Lindsay surrounded by nameless, faceless guys. Their hands all over Lindsay. Her jiggling giant tits. Her, admittedly, bony butt. Her long thick thighs. A half naked Lindsay, giggling and blushing. Her hands only touching one specific place on her 'guy friends'… For some reason, all of them were all pretty beefy and rather dark skinned if not outright silhouette. 'Okayyyy, that last one was weird. Do I have a racial cuck fetish… think on that later.'
A certain beanie wearing gentle giant came to mind. He had a green shirt with a letter 'D' on it.
"It wasn't always butt stuff." Lindsay added on, oblivious to what her words were doing to her patient. "We did other stuff too."
Trent looked up and down Lindsay's outfit. How torn he was from wanting her out of it, and keeping it on. "I can believe it."
"My math teacher introduced me to it just last year." Lindsay smiled. She had such a pretty smile. "Though, she called it anal."
"Did she?" Trent asked, not the least bit shocked or surprised. "W-wait, she?"
"Yup." Lindsay nodded, proudly- and turned around. The girl in the nurse costume, bent over. Trent held in a breath as she started waging her bum at him. "She really liked it."
"I know I do." Trent nodded, mindlessly staring at the pretty girl. While it was no secret Lindsay looked better up front than in the back, she did have some thick thighs you'd love wrapped around your face.
"Awwww, thanks." Lindsay waved at him, a hint of blush on her face as she stood up. "I didn't get an F in her class the rest of the year. A first for me."
"I'm not surprised." Trent nodded, adjusting his pants as quickly as he could when Lindsay blinked. He doubted he made it.
"Well Todd..." Lindsay hopped around so she was facing him again. "Can I be your nurse?"
"Uhhhh..." Trent droned, his mind too distracted to think as he stared at Lindsay's tits. Both jiggled for a bit before settling into undulating like cream pudding in a white cup.
"Oh, okay." Lindsay sniffled, sadness in her voice. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'll go find someone else." Lindsay slumped, waddling toward the tent flap. "Maybe Gwen."
"Wait, what?" Trent asked, snapping out of it. He jumped next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're my nurse. I'm your patient. I accept your help... please don't bring anyone else into this. Especially my girl- best friend I made on the show."
"Really?" Lindsay asked, ecstatic as she hugged him. "Thank you so much."
It was full on arcade game style glomping hug too. Lindsay wrapped both arms around him, squishing her chest into Trent's. Not just that, but Lindsay also encircled a leg around both of his. Trent wasn't even sure how that was possible. He had no brain juice to think about that however, as her giant tits pressing into his chest ate up most of his processing power. Lindsay's leg action also pressed his lower body into hers devoured the left overs. So yeah, if Lindsay couldn't see what he was packing before, she could feel it now. Trent knew it was impossible because they were both fully-ish clothed, but by god, Lindsay was soft... and had serious muscle. Trent suddenly had a hard time breathing. It might've been related to the hug.
"I know exactly what to do." Lindsay announced, breaking the hug. It was so abrupt, Trent was so broken down and squished that he actually collapsed right there. Landing on the floor in a heap as his 'nurse' strutted toward a medicine cabinet.
"Wh-What are you gonna do?" Trent asked, picking himself up. He missed her hug already, even if it did almost kill him- kinda like her cooking. Another light-bulb dinged over his head. 'Oh god, whoever marries this girl won't survive a year… worth it!'
"First, I gotta lube you up." Lindsay answered impatiently, searching one layer of the cabinet after another. "I can't find any."
"No surprise there." Trent shrugged, sitting on another uncomfortable stool. "I can't think of a reason why they'd have lube in an emergency medical tent."
"This'll work just fine." Lindsay announced, holding up a soap dispenser. "Well, it did with my math teacher. Its what we usually did."
"Lindsay, cutie pie." Trent coughed, nervously. "You might wanna talk to a police officer when this is all over and you're back home."
"Why?" Lindsay asked, looking honestly perplexed.
"Just, just tell the cop what you told me." Trent answered, unhelpfully. He did not want that conversation right now. "Pretty sure he'll explain it better than I can."
"Okay." Lindsay nodded, thoughtlessly as she slathered her gloved hand in very white globby soap. Trent imagined one other thing that thick, white, bleach smelling, goop resembled. Trent was sure what it resembled had been sprayed on Lindsay's hand more than once. Trent really, REALLY, wanted it to be sprayed it on her hand again soon- hopefully, by someone in that tent. "Now I have to get you relaxed."
"Relaxed?" Trent raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Even with the lube, the first one always feels..." Lindsay winced at him. "Ouchie. You being loose and relaxed 'down there', it won't hurt as bad."
"Uh, okay." Trent nodded, awkwardly. "Makes sense I guess. Linds, you're sounding, dare I say it, 'really smart' about this."
"I'm smart about a lot of stuff." Lindsay shrugged at him- and picked up a syringe out of the med cabinet. It had a huge needle. She pointed it at Trent. "Now, which butticks you want me to poke you with this thing?"