Nursing Jiro Back To Health

"You... came?" Jiro asks the bimbofied nurse, her heart beating out of her chest. She looks down, only to see a clear liquid running down her leg. "Oh shit..." Her gaze lingers on the lewd bodily fluid, the energy inside her caressing her brain, telling her the substance is a positive. He mouth waters, as she can't help but imagine going down on Recovery Girl right then and there. "So hot..." She says under her breath.

Recovery Girl giggles, placing a hand on Jiro's shoulder. "That's right~ I dunno if it'll work again, but try having an orgasm, that seemed to set things right with me!"

For a moment Jiro considers it, but her brain isn't as far gone as the nurse. She swallows hard, reaching up to pull Recovery Girl's hand off her. "Miss...This isn't right. You're a hero. You're supposed to be stronger than me..." She says faintly. Adrenaline runs through her. "You have to resist!" She shouts, only to have her pleas met with a ditzy and breathy giggle.

"Oooh~ I'm sorry you're hurting baby... let Mama give your booboo a kiss to make it feel better~" Recovery Girl moves down, grabbing at and lifting Jiro's skirt as she squats down. Jiro tenses up, unable to move as Recovery Girl grabs her legs. "I'll show you this feeling... help you feel all better~"

Before the punk girl can protest, her panties are moved to the side and a wet tongue darts into her cunt. Jiro gasps, her eyes going wide as a jolt of electricity shoots up her spine. "Wai- nnghh~ fuck~" She can't speak, all the sensations overloading her brain demolishing the little defenses she had left. Arching her back, Jiro moans out, the heat inside her ferociously spreading out, finally able to get to work.

Recovery Girl savors the taste, making sure to run her tongue along every nook and cranny of the student. She looks up, feeling a strange sense of pride as Jiro's tits expand out, straining the confines of her uniform.

Jiro grips the bedsheets, her hands flexing uncontrollably as an orgasm builds insanely fast. Her nails dig into the fabric, as they grow longer, gaining an artificial quality and a shiny black coat. Her eyelids flutter, showing off the new purple eyeshadow appearing on their surface, the perfect complement to her new eyelashes.

Inside her brain, Jiro tries to hold on to her conviction, tries to keep herself sane and motivated to stop this virus... but as she grabs onto each thought, they begin slipping out of her grasp. Each previous motivation falling away, being replaced by new thoughts floating down into place. "Ooooh~" Her resistance fades away, and she's left a spasming mess. Looking to the ceiling, her thoughts come noticeably slower, a thick layer of clouds filtering every idea that pops into her head.

Recovery Girl pulls away, panting and trying to catch her breath. "Shit... how... was that?" She asks, wiping the juices from her face, her pink lips curled into a sly smirk. "Feeling any better?"

Her head still swimming, Jiro doesn't respond, only being brought back to the present when the buttons on her outfit pop off, her top falling loose around her shoulders. "Oh! Shit..." She exclaims, startled. Looking down, her new tits fill her vision, two soft mounds that stick off her chest proudly. She reaches up to cup one, her other hand running through her wild hair. "I think these are bigger than Yao-Momo's..."

Recovery Girl giggles, her manicured finger tracing along Jiro's inner thigh playfully. "The recommendation Girl? Yeah, she's big, but thanks to my expert medical work... You're definitely bigger~"

The confirmation of her new size satisfies a part of Jiro's ego, and she smiles lightly. "I really am..."

"So..." Recovery Girl sits back, finally feeling some kind of fatigue in her new energetic form. "Was I right? Is that pesky fever gone?"

Jiro's eyes light up. "Oh yeah!" She places a hand on her forehead and stomach, trying to feel for any warmth. "Woah, it is gone..."

"Hah! Told ya!" *giggle*

"It's gone but, my head... feels so weird." Jiro tries to think clearly, the fog making that impossible. "And I'm still horny..."

Recovery Girl tilts her head, giving a sympathetic smile. "Is that a bad thing?"

"I..." Jiro thinks for a moment. "I guess not?"