Bend over so the nurse can help you cum.

You wish there was another way, but despite her sunny demeanor, you seriously doubt the nurse would be willing to entertain any alternative to helping you cum. You bend over the steel exam table and wait with baited breath as the nurse pulls down your pants with one swift tug. The cold air smacks your ample ass leaving squirming back and forth, impatient to get this over with and feeling so embarrassed and exposed. Despite this, or maybe because of this, your cock is rock hard and drooling in anticipation, something the nurse doesn't fail to notice, "Aww poor little thing. Just a newborn bimbaby with no idea how her new body works. Well, no worries, my name is Nurse Honey I am a Medical and Sexual Professional."

You wonder for a moment whether she got her sex pro and medical pro credentials at the same motel, but then she slides a dainty digit between your cheeks and past your virgin asshole and you get preoccupied with your current predicament. You want to shout for her to stop, but strangely a low moan escapes your lips instead. She takes this as an invitation to continue, droning dreamily, "The Bimbug virus rewires your nerve endings in your ass and throat to send pulses of pure pleasure at the slightest touch. And the deeper I go..." she slides a finger knuckle deep and you feel like your whole body is on the verge of cumming. "The more intensely you feel it all over your new body."

Nurse Honey pulls out her pointer and you pout and pant, trying not to beg her to slide it back in, but worrying that if she doesn't soon, you might start hemorrhaging cum from your eyes. "Of course, increasing thickness has a similar effect!" She chirps cheerfully as she adds two more fingers inside you, stretching you past anything you've ever imagined inside you. You feel repulsed...it's so foreign and violating to have something...someone inside you, but your body is telling you that it feels better than anything you ever felt as a man, and that you should find out how much betterer it can feel before you tell her to stop.

"Now it's only natural to have lingering feelings of ickyness as we call it in the medical profession," you seriously doubt that is the medical term, but you're more concerned with the way your lingering feelings of ickyness are starting to be overcome by the terrifying throbs of pleasure tearing you apart from the inside out. "Once I push your spurt button, you won't worry about being a boring old boi again." Her fingers curve and plunge deep inside you and push every last pent up bit of boi bubbling, boiling bliss bursts out of you and onto the steel exam table.

"See? That's a good gurl. All better now." Nurse Honey removes her fingers leaving you feeling empty and ashamed as the last of the spurts dribble from your dick and tiny aftershocks of ecstasy make you shudder and spasm until fading away entirely. The weight of what you have become begins crushing down on you and you wish there was some way to escape it. You are trapped in your body, tormented by its illicit impulses, surrounded by perverts plotting to prey on you, and walled in with stone and steel. A prison inside a prison inside a prison, and there is no hope of release in sight.

"Aww, is my patient experiencing the postcoital depression? It's a common ailment among sissies. Luckily, I am specially trained and specially equipped to provide a more in depth and long lasting procedure that can help treat the symptoms for longer." Your jaw drops as she lifts her scandalously short skirt and pulls out a cock that rivals yours! You vaguely wonder how she manages to tuck it out of sight in such a tight, revealing outfit, but your more pressing concern is how badly your body is begging you to let her perform the procedure with her pulsing probe.