Continues Exploring

The room was surprisingly human. Unlike my first **** chamber, with its stark white walls, this one was mostly dull pastel yellow. There wasn't much in the way of furniture - a few chairs on one side, a mirror on the other, and the bed. On the same side as the mirror, there were two metal panels embedded into the wall. It wasn't clear what they were for. Now that I could get a close look at the sliding door, I was thoroughly underwhelmed. Like the walls, it was pastel yellow, but it seemed to be made out of the same material as the chairs and the bed frame, a slightly textured rubber or plastic. It didn't have a handle, just a small screen with flashing characters like I had seen on the nurse's tablet.

There had been plenty of time to examine my surroundings. After the nurse left, "Alison" stripped my body naked again and splayed out on the bed. Earlier she had teased me with her superiority, but now she went over each part of my body in detail, flexing and feeling, taking stock of her new form. She was clearly enjoying it. If anything, it was more humiliating than before. Once in a while she would make a comment, but it was hard to tell if they were directed at me.

"Ooh, that feels funny."

In between my toes, a finger in my bellybutton, the small of my back - she worked from the bottom to the top. After analyzing my whole body, she picked up my clothes again and played with herself in the mirror like a big human barbie doll. She spent a long time experimenting with different combinations. Bra, no bra, panties. Once again, she made comments, but I couldn't tell if she was trying to irritate me or legitimately making observations. In between clothing changes I tried moving my mouth to get her attention, but she either couldn't feel it or was choosing to ignore me.

"These are, like, great for covering MY pussy!"

Okay, that one was definitely directed at me. She tugged on the panties, smothering me with fabric again. At least they weren't as bad as the jeans. Eventually she got bored and settled on just the shirt and panties. Luckily they were thin enough that I could see through them.

When the beings returned, she was pacing around the room, practicing walking with my body. They weren't like the nurses that we had seen before - these ones had bright pink uniforms, and seemed to carry themselves much more lightly. They seemed much closer to the human definition of a nurse.

"Hello there! Are you Ms. Cumhole?"

My arm extended and gave the nurses a big thumbs-up.

"Yeah! I am! Alison Cumhole!"

Holy shit. She was having way too much fun with this.

"We understand that you're having some difficulty eating. We'll just administer a little injection for you, okay?"

The nurses gestured to one of the chairs, and "Alison" sat down enthusiastically. Actually, it wasn't that bad. The nurses explained that it was a solution of vitamins designed to emulate human food, and that it was only necessary until the "issue" could be fixed. So far, it was the least invasive procedure I had been subjected to. They were about to leave, but my body called out to them.

"Hey."

The nurses turned around, confused.

"You're supposed to, like, look after me, right?"

Huh? I was just as stumped as the aliens.

"Yes, we provide basic care. For example, giving injections or cleaning patients."

My body shot up from the chair.

"Can I go for a walk?"

The nurses shot each other a nervous glance.

"The sister in charge of your healing has requested that you stay here."

I felt my upper mouth scrunch up into some kind of vertical pout.

"Pleeeeeeease?"

As if right on cue, the bitchy nurse - the one in charge - walked through the doorway, carrying the same transparent tablet. The nurses, clearly relieved that they wouldn't have to deal with "Alison", left the room in a hurry.

"Ms. Cumhole, I have prepared a few basic tests. You will need to follow me."

She lifted up a metal ring that looked suspiciously like a collar. The irony wasn't lost on me.

"This apparatus will ensure that you do not stray from me. Our medical institution serves a wide variety of beings, and some of them may be dangerous to human biology."

Oh. Great. So literally walking down the wrong hall could kill me. Not that I could even make that choice myself.

"Alison", just happy to get her walk, stepped towards the nurse.

*DING*

The collar chirped as the nurse clipped it around my neck. She tapped on her tablet, and it let out a few more pings and bleeps.

"The apparatus will display your patient information. I have programmed it to allow access to transit hallway #310 and testing room #5A. Please follow me now."

She turned and exited the room. "Alison" followed closely behind, still just wearing my shirt and panties. The little pastel room had been more or less normal, but now we were in a roughly hallway-sized tube with transparent walls. Somehow, each section of this "institution" had completely different construction methods and materials. A wide catwalk was suspended in the middle of the tube with offshoots leading to various doors just like mine. Some of them were marked with symbols, while others were blank, or hanging open. I couldn't get a good look inside any of them from between my thighs.

"This way, please."

The tube forked left and joined a larger artery. There hadn't been anybody in the last one, but in this one, a few of the nurses with pink uniforms walked past. They pointed at me and chatted with each other. Most of it was too quiet to hear, but I made out "human" and "teleportation accident." My pussy was surprisingly quiet as we walked. Maybe taking in the alien world was keeping her occupied, too. After a few minutes of walking, we arrived at another automatic door. This one was marked with more of the strange green symbols. The nurse turned to "Alison" as we approached the door.

"This is testing room #5A. Please follow me inside, and we can begin."