The Bitchy Nurse

I didn't need to see her face to recognize the nurse's voice. It was the same one who had started this misery by stuffing me with the throat plug. However, instead of disdain, this time her voice was.. surprised? shy?

"Oh! The, uh.. the sisters notified me of your awakening, but this is highly unusual. You were subjected to an intensive procedure! Nominal recovery length is two to three weeks, you shouldn't be able to..."

Her voice trailed off. I could only imagine the look she must be giving my body if the recovery time for something like this was more than two weeks. To be fair, I had no idea how long it had actually been. I felt my arms cross as my pussy waited for the nurse to compose herself.

"Ahem. Very well. I suppose we will have a better understanding of your biology soon. Since I assisted in your resuscitation procedure, I have been designated to monitor your rehabilitation, perform preliminary tests, and help you adjust to this environment."

I heard a little shuffling noise, then frantic tapping. She must have been taking notes.

"Has your healing progressed enough to talk?"

I felt my body tense up. My pussy was eager to respond in her stupid, ditzy voice.

"Like, yeah! All good!"

"Alright. I assume you want answers. Our immediate priority is your health, therefore, we will begin with basic questions and tests - there will be plenty of time for explanation later. I am taking notes in your patient log as we proceed."

I could hear her footsteps as she walked across the room and over to the bed. With small, shaky steps, my body followed. I don't think we were in danger of falling over anymore, but she was clearly still getting used to her new legs. Each movement smushed the sides of my mouth into my upper thighs, making them slick with my wetness. I was becoming more and more aware of the undeniable reality of this situation. My entire being had been compressed between my legs! What the fuck were the implications of something like this? How was I going to eat? have sex? use the bathroom? Images of my body bent face-first over a toilet flashed through my mind. But before I could ruminate for too long, my thighs rose up and enveloped me as my pussy carefully maneuvered to a sitting position on the side of the bed.

*Tapatapatapatap*

It was hard to tell exactly how we were positioned, but I could hear the nurse's note-taking coming from somewhere in front of me.

"Designation?"

My body cocked its head to the side for a second, trying to remember something.

"Alison. Alison... uhh..."

She had the audacity to steal my name, not to mention that she had literally been part of me, and she couldn't even remember the whole thing.

"Alison Cumhole!"

FUCK OFF. I don't care if they're aliens, nobody's going to believe that stupid, shitty, fake-

"Affirmative. Ms. Cumhole, any pain in the extremities or affected areas?"

God damn it. This was definitely going to be an issue later. A quick shake of "Alison's" head, followed by furious tapping.

"Any loss of feeling in your body? Numb spots?"

My hands ran down my body again, poking and prodding. One hand lingered - roaming the front of my blouse, pinching at my butt. She was fondling me right in front of the nurse.

"Hmm... I don't think so! It all, like, feels really good!"

Another burst of tapping.

"I have a simple probe with me that I will use to check your orifices. Please open your vagina wide."

Far above my sense of being, I felt my body comply, holding its displaced vertical mouth open for the nurse to observe. There was a little beeping noise, and something metallic pressed against my folds.

"Stick out your tongue, please."

Once again, my body complied, and the cold probe held it down like a tongue depressor. Another little beeping noise, slightly different in pitch this time.

"Now, try to stay still. I'm going to insert the probe further into your vagina."

"Glaaaghh!"

Well, at least that answered one question. There had been a little tickle at the back of my pussy's throat and her gag reflex had triggered.

"Hmm. It happened during the resuscitation as well. Is this a normal function of human biology?"

"Alison" finished coughing and threw my hands up in the air.

"Like, ohhhmygod, NO! How am I going to suck cock? Can you guys, like, fix this?"

Fuck, STOP! This was exactly what I was worried about! It didn't matter that she was conscious now, she was willing to fuck up my body just to get her perceived ****. Maybe she was too dumb to think it through, or maybe she had some weird fucking built-in vagina instincts telling her that she needed to act like this. I mean, really? Alison Cumhole? Besides, the beings had already done.. all this. Who knows what else they had the capability to do? Or what they thought the correct solution to these "problems" would be? "Alison" was going to find herself strapped to another examination table getting MY throat turned inside out!

"It is a very strange reaction. And as you say, it must not be natural to your human biology. Otherwise you would not be able to eat food."

I felt my head nodding along enthusiastically.

"I will make a note in your log and consult with the doctor. We should be able to prepare a procedure to correct this error. In the meantime, please lay down so that I can probe the other orifice."

My thighs lifted away from me as my pussy positioned herself on the bed. I was expecting her to take off the jeans, but instead I felt my hands raise to my chest again, pawing at the flesh and tugging on my nipples. The stimulation caused another rush of fluid down my tongue. I was beginning to realize that this wasn't some aftereffect of the swap; my pussy was incredibly horny. Each time she started playing with my body, it went into overdrive, sending little tingles down my "throat" and making her release sultry moans.

"Ahh~ Ahh~"

*scrit-scritch scritch*

Right above me, there was a scratching sound. It was much louder than I was used to, but I immediately recognized it as the nurse fumbling with my zipper.

*Zzzzziip!*

During the other procedure, she had been disgusted, but now she was almost acting shy. As she adjusted the jeans to get a better view of me, her cheeks flushed with green blood. I kept as still as possible, not sure what would happen if I moved.

"And what about this orifice? Are you able to open it?"

"Alison" placed my hands back at my side for a second and scrunched up her face with concentration. For a few seconds, nothing happened. I considered trying to do it myself, but I didn't know how my pussy would react, and I didn't want to tempt her more. The nurse leaned out of view and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"It is alright if you can't. The connections may not have finished healing yet."

Far above me, my face scrunched up a little more. My pussy let out a little whimper, and my mouth - my actual mouth - crept open involuntarily. Slowly, bit by bit, I found my only freedom slipping away as droplets of wetness spread between my lips. As a final humiliating touch, my tongue rolled out expectantly.

"Wow, great job! The healing process is coming along very nicely. This will make it much easier to probe."

Returning to my field of view, the nurse brandished a thin metal cylinder with blinking red lights embedded into one side. Just like she had done before, she pressed it into my awaiting mouth until it started beeping. The placement seemed to be random - my lower lip, the roof of my mouth, a specific part of my tongue. Each spot felt numb for a second or two afterwards. Content with whatever readings she was getting, she removed it from my mouth and wiped a string of juice onto her uniform.

"Inserting the probe deeper again. Let me know if you feel anything strange."

"Alison" had returned to playing with my tits and let out a moan of affirmation. Tentatively, she slipped the probe between my teeth, maneuvering it in. It wasn't nearly as thick as the plug had been, but I had no idea how my new throat would react to something like this. Besides, I was completely at the whim of my pussy, who was rolling my nipples between her fingers as she **** my mouth open.

"Everything looks clear so far."

The cold metal slid over my extended tongue inch by inch. I waited expectantly for a painful jab, for something to lodge in the back of my throat and cause a coughing fit. But instead, the-

Oh.

Oh.