New Pleasure

It was so fucked up. So wrong. So backwards. But it felt so good. The barrier to my throat had been wired directly to my g-spot.

"Ahh~ AHH!"

If I had been able to speak, I would have joined in. The probe wasn't big, but it had pressed up against a perfect spot as it continued into the walls of my tender canal. Waves of pleasure ran directly through my consciousness and down my thighs. Behind my mouth, I could feel my length clenching around the phallic probe, expecting more. Some of it had to be my pussy's influence, but the sensations were so direct and powerful, so undeniable. The nurse carefully slipped the probe out with a look of concern.

"Ms. Cumhole, are you alright?"

My pussy beamed at the nurse as the intense pleasure faded.

"Ohh. Emm. Gee! That felt, like, amazing!"

I had felt the muscles around my upper vagina and cheeks rippling, preparing to accommodate a man's girth. God, this was really happening. My body, my life.. everything had been taken away from me and reshaped into a living sex toy. As if she had heard my cries, the nurse puckered her lips in a coy little smile.

"I'm happy to hear that the orifice is functioning correctly. Now that everything is back in proper order, you are looking much better already."

As she looked at me in thought, she absentmindedly traced the outline of my immobile lips with her finger.

"Increased sensitivity is one side effect of the body lathe. Perhaps the effect has not yet ceased due to your fast healing. Please try to stay still this time while I take the measurement."

The probe approached my mouth, glistening with juice from the last attempt. This time, the nurse slid it in at a slightly different angle, narrowly avoiding the spot that had triggered the outburst.

"Haah~ Haah~"

Before the sensations from the insertion could build up, the nurse quickly took the reading and removed the device from my mouth.

"Awwww. Can't we do more?"

"Alison" made a little pouty face.

"This should be sufficient for today. I will relay your patient log and test results to the doctor, and soon we will have a treatment plan prepared for you. Is there anything else that you would like to make her aware of?"

My pussy thought for a second, clicking her tongue against my transplanted vagina. Now that she was preoccupied, her control over my mouth seemed to wane. My upper lip started to droop and I slipped back into a neutral, closed position. I was still nervous about moving in front of the nurse, but I wiggled my tongue a bit to confirm.

"Oh, yeah! Can you, like, make these bigger?"

She gestured my hands out somewhere in front of my chest. Fuck, not this again.

"I will add the request to your log. Depending on your biology, it may or may not be possible. All procedures are at the doctor's discretion."

"Like, awesome! Thank you!"

The nurse tapped away at her tablet, finalizing the details in my log. Luckily, "Alison" didn't seem too concerned with zipping her fly back up, so for now I could observe. The tablet seemed solid, but was completely transparent, like a plate of glass. Strange green characters danced across the screen in lines and patterns.

"Hey, why can you, like, speak English?"

I was still angry and confused, but I had to admit: I had been wondering the same thing. For once we were in consensus. The nurse responded flatly, without even looking up from her notes.

"As I stated previously, for now, we are only concerned about your health. However, this is a very simple question. At the start of your resuscitation procedure, we introduced a slurry of nanobots into your system. This was a necessary step to perform the procedure. They are interacting with a field projected into every room, allowing different species to communicate in their perceived native language."

I suppose that's what the green IV was. It wasn't very comforting to learn that there were a bunch of little alien robots inside my body, but at least they seemed to be open about sharing information.

"Before I leave, please place your designation here. It is a consent form that will allow us to perform further testing and rehabilitation."

I watched my hands creep out to the tablet, signing the form with jittery, sweeping text: "Alison Cumhole".

"Our medical institution prides itself on humane and legal treatment. In only the most **** cases, such as yours, we act first."

Tapping out a few final characters, the nurse stood up and gathered her tools. On the way to the sliding exit, she paused for a moment and turned around.

"Please try to continue resting while the effects of the procedure wear off. Nutrition will be provided."

With that, she left. The door whooshed shut behind her.