A new outfit, a new position, and a new outlook on life.

"Wake up, Nurse Dani. We've got a lot of patients to see today and not a moment to lose." You come to slowly, first noticing your body feels strange and running your hands over it to find a latex nurse's outfit like Nurse Honey's, only somehow even sluttier! The top is cut so low and tight that your puffy nipples peek out the top and your breasts threaten to spill free at the lightest tug. Your 'skirt', if you can call it that, barely covers the top of your bare ass and completely reveals your rubberclad cock.

"I can see my new assistant is confused, so let me explain it in a way I know you'll understand." Nurse Honey cheerfully chirps as she slips behind you and in a matter of seconds has her hands around your breasts, tweaking and teasing your swollen nipples and shoving her dicklette deep inside your sissy cunt. All of the sudden, everything becomes clear. Your outfit is even sluttier than hers because your job is to relieve her pressure, and unburden the loads of any pent up prisoners, be they stud or sissy. The rubber on your cock is to catch the copious cummies leaking from your sissy clit. It soon swells like a water balloon and you don't worry or wonder about anything else other than how much longer Nurse Honey will be able to fuck you brainless.

KNOCK KNOCK "Hope you're respectable in their, Honey. I'm bringing in another prison with a case of testiculus caerulus." The door swings open and Nurse Honey pulls out of you with the grace and speed of gazelle. You turn your back to switch out your overflowing rubber, and still feeling foggy and feverish from your fuck fugue, don't think twice about guzzling down the gooey treat inside. It sets off chemical reactions in your cerebellum, flooding it with sissytonin and endorfuns and making you feel lightheaded and empty as air.

You wonder wistfully why the prisoner hands Nurse Honey a twenty before hopping on the exam table, but you lose your train of thought when Nurse Honey asks you to pull out his cock and release the blockage in his balls. You feel just the slightest twinge of something...it's so hard to describe...is it shame? Regret? Hunger? It's right there on the tip of your tongue, but then it's lost as his cock replaces it. You slather his shaft with your eager tongue and then swallow it greedily with your plump, pink lips. You forget any worries about lingering straightness or dangling dignity. There are more important matters on your hands, namely the convict's heavy balls and spit slicked shaft.

You feel a strange sensation as your throat stretches around his meaty member and you make a number of deliciously disturbing discoveries. One, either your tastebuds have changed due to the bimbug or cock always tasted like Filet Mignon and no one told you. Two, the supersensitive nerves in your sissy cunt seem to have been replicated in your throat, and it feels like you have more nerves bundled and bursting with bliss the deeper you dive down his dick. Third, you no longer have a gag reflex, but you do have another spurt button at the back of your throat. Last but not least, cum tastes even more dreamily creamily delicious fresh from the tap.

You have to be pulled off the stud's cock before you give up that sweet syrup spigot. Finally the stud stumbles free, grinning from ear to ear as you cured his blockage and then some. You smile stupidly, feeling the perverse pride of a job well done and eagerly awaiting your next patient....