"I feel hot..."

"-I feel hot..." Jiro reaches a hand to her stomach, her eyes fixated on the hips of the older woman. Ever since she changed, they've had a noticeable flare to them that just adds to her whole cougar look... "Cougar..." The word plays in her mind, lewd thoughts of the silver haired woman flashing across her vision.

Looking up from her work, Recovery Girl's expression is full of curiosity. "Hm? Oh that's no good... I'll see if I can just-" She trails off, but titters over to the punk girl, grabbing a rag off the table as she once again hums a cheerful tune. Reaching up, she ignores Jiro's heavy breathing, only focusing on the heat in her forehead. "Oh yes... I think you're getting a fever dear. I can fix that!"

Taking the rag, she places it on Jiro's forehead. It's damp, the cool water instantly combating the heat inside her. "Is that better dear?" The nurse asks.

Jiro nods, her blurred vision returning to some kind of normal. "I... I think so..."

Recovery Girl is standing on her toes, barely able to reach the girl's head even with her newly acquired height, and over her shoulder Jiro is able to get a glimpse of her pert butt... it's outline barely visible through the back of her lab coat. Quickly the dissipating heat flares back, the wet rag unable to fight the infection. "Actually... I think it's getting worse..." She says, grabbing at her stomach and wincing. "Feeling... horny..."

Recovery Girl seems to ignore the end of her sentence, focused on fighting the fever. She removes the rag, paying attention to where her hand is, just above the girl's aching pussy. "Hm... do you mind if I lift your shirt?"

"N-no..." Jiro manages to get out. "But... I think I need to..." She starts, her body telling her she needs to get off.

"Don't listen to those thoughts..." The scatterbrained nurse says, placing the rag on Jiro's tummy. "Remember, this is all just a symptom of the virus..."

Jiro nods, a small moan escaping her lips from the sensation of foreign hands just above her most sensitive area. She tries to sit still, tries to fight the virus... but it proves too strong. As Recovery Girl looks up, she's met with a face of a girl with her defenses down. "Is that any better dear?"

Jiro sees those soft lips... that cute face... it's too much. She leans in quickly, closing her eyes and locking lips with the older woman. Recovery Girl is caught off guard, her arms moving to push Jiro away. Yet the punk girl wraps her arms around the woman, feeling the heat inside her intensify. "Fuck yeah... so good~" Jiro's brain rewards her for taking such a lewd act, kissing the school nurse? She feels so dirty~

As the kiss continues, their bodies slowly inching closer, Recovery Girl can't help but close her eyes, a sudden flare of heat blooming inside her. Jiro's leg hanging off the bed comes into contact with her, her knee pushing right into the woman's crotch. She blushes, all thoughts of resisting the sensation fading... "So good... so warm~" She thinks... "I haven't felt like this in... oh god~" Having spent decades in such a warn out vessel, Recovery Girl can't remember the last time she felt such pleasure. Usually able to stay calm in even the most intense situations, the taint already circulating in her system floods her brain with dopamine.

Though the woman has a tough exterior... even the hardest diamonds shatter when put under enough pressure. She moans into Jiro, her mind going blank as the heat blooms inside her, spreading to every limb as she begins to change. Jiro gropes Recovery Girl's breast, feeling it firm up as it begins to balloon under her grasp. Her eyes remain closed, yet she can feel her knee moving away from that hungry pussy... her snatch raising higher above her as her legs lengthen. Recovery Girl gains more height, as well as her youth. She releases from Jiro, her hands moving down to her increasingly curvy body. "Oh fuck~" She moans like a whore, all reservations fading away along with her medical knowledge.

Jiro opens her eyes, the cold air between them feeling like daggers on her sensitive skin. At first she's upset that she hasn't cum, feeling like she's just on the edge... but when she sees Recovery Girl she realizes what happened. "Holy shit..." She blushes hard, an almost unrecognizable bombshell staring down at her enough to break that haze clouding her mind. "We- Shit... I wasn't supposed to-" She looks down at herself, breathing a sigh of relief when she sees she hasn't changed anymore. But that heat remains within her, trying to claw its way out and alter her further. "Recovery Girl, I'm sorry!" She blurts out. "I didn't mean to do that, I was just so-"

"So horny?" The newly blonde woman smirks. "That's okay dear... I think I just learned something new about the virus~" She runs a gloved hand down her curvy figure. "If you cum, the heat goes away... and everything becomes so clear~"