Vivian and Celeste sat on the bed’s edge, in their surgical PPE Vivian in her pink gown, visor equipped surgical mask, pink surgical cap, and pink extended cuff gloves, her 38DD breasts prominent; Celeste in her dark green surgical gown, tie-back surgical mask, dark green surgical cap, and green extended-cuff gloves, her own 36DD breasts accentuated.

Their surgical caps gleamed, hair tucked neatly, their gloved hands brushing Jake’s cheeks, pink and green latex squeaking against his skin, their eyes emerald and blue glowing with concerning possessive love.

Vivian’s pink gloved fingers lingered on Jake’s face, her voice a whisper, “You’ll feel so loved, darling, just rest in our care.” Her heart swelling with intense devotion.

Celeste’s green gloved hand mirrored her, her voice soft, “Our perfect cutie, trusting us so completely.” Her blue eyes twinkled,m, her own excitement palpable. They exchanged a glance, their masked faces flushed, their bond electric, the beep…beep…beep of the heart rate a reminder of Jake’s trust, easing their years of loneliness.

Vivian stood, her gown crinkling, as she adjusted the mobile surgical light, its beam dormant but ready. “Time for the tests, Celeste,” she said, her voice clinical yet warm, her pink gloved hand gesturing, the squeak soft.

“He’s deeply sedated, and delirious, so will be easy to handle now, yet still responsive and relaxed perfect for us.” Her emerald eyes glinted through her visor, her possessiveness tempered by trust in Celeste.

Celeste nodded, her green gown rustling. “I’ll grab my scopes from the dining room and handle the catheter, Viv,” she purred, her 36DD breasts bouncing slightly as she stood, her surgical cap gleaming faintly.

She stepped out, her black flats mocked by the show covers on the hardwood, and retrieved one of her suitcase from the dining room table, its clatter loud as she lifted it, the weight of medical gear shifting inside. Returning to the patient room, the door creaking, she opened the suitcase, revealing a sterile pack with a urethral scope and an anal scope, their sleek metal tips glinting under the amber light, paired with a portable LED screen, its display dark but ready. “These will show us everything,” she said, her voice sultry, holding up the scopes, their weight solid in her green-gloved hands, the latex squeaking. She placed them on a sterile tray, the clink sharp.

Vivian set up the room with precision. She pulled a small rolling table beside the bed’s side, its wheels squeaking, draping it with a sterile green cloth, its fabric crisp, for the LED screen. She positioned the screen, its stand clanking softly, ensuring a clear view.

She then wheeled a steel surgical mobile table from the corner, its chrome frame glinting, and covered it with another sterile green cloth, its rustle loud, creating a sterile field for Celeste’s scopes and instruments.

“Perfect,” Vivian murmured, her pink latex gloved hands smoothing the cloth.

She leaned over Jake, her gown crinkling, attaching a sterile syringe to the catheter’s port, taped to his thigh, and drew a sterile urine sample, the syringe filling with clear fluid, the hiss soft, sealing it in the vial with a click. “Urine sample secured,” she announced, her emerald eyes glinting, placing the vial on the surgical table’s green cloth.

Jake stirred, his hazy eyes fluttering, a slurred moan escaping, “Mmph… Vivian… Celeste… so beautiful…” His cock twitched between his legs, the catheter’s tubing shifting, the monitor’s beep quickening, his midazolam induced arousal very evident.

Vivian smiled behind her visor, her pink latex gloves on his arm, the latex squeaking. “Shh, darling, Celeste is going to remove your catheter, and make you feel so good,” she cooed, her voice honeyed. “You’re safe with your dear doctor and nurse to care for you.”

Celeste approached, her green gown crinkling, carrying a sterile tray with a syringe of sterile water, swabs, a biohazard bag, placing it on the surgical table’s green cloth, the clink soft. “Time to free this pretty cock, cutie,” she purred, her blue eyes twinkling, her 36DD breasts shifting as she leaned down toward Jake.

She peeled back Jake’s gown and blanket, exposing his uncircumcised penis, semi erect, the catheter’s tubing glistening under the bright surgical light.

Celeste grasped the syringe of sterile water, its plunger glinting, and attached it to the catheter’s balloon port, her green-gloved fingers precise, the squeak loud. “This’ll uninflate the balloon, Jake,” she explained, her voice clinical yet sultry, pushing the plunger, the hiss soft as water deflated the balloon, the tubing loosening.

Jake moaned, his cock hardening, pre-cum beading, trickling around the tubing, glistening like dew. “Oh, cutie, you’re so responsive,” Celeste murmured, her green gloved fingers slowly peeling the tape, the adhesive ripping softly, her touch teasing the sensitive skin.

She fondled his penis, her green gloved hand stroking upward, the latex squeaking as she massaged the shaft, coaxing more pre-cum to drip, pooling at his crotch. “Such a beautiful, uncircumcised cock,” she whispered, her voice husky, her fingers circling the head, teasing the foreskin. “So smooth, so perfect… but I can imagine it circumcised, Jake, the head exposed, sleek, after my scalpel’s touch,” she murmured, her green gloved fingers tracing the foreskin, her strokes slow, sensual, her 36D breasts shifting.

Jake moaned, his hazy voice slurred, “Ohh… lady in green…that feels so good…” his blurry eyes locked on her latex gloved hands, the monitor’s beep spiking.

Celeste giggled, her green gloved hand holding his penis firmly, the latex squeaking. “You mean Dr. Celeste, don’t you, sweetie?” she teased, her blue eyes twinkling, stroking faster, coaxing more pre-cum, her touch sensual and erotic.

She slowly withdrew the catheter, her green gloved fingers guiding the tubing, the slurp soft as it slid from his urethra, a bead of urine and pre-cum glistening. She wiped the tip with a sterile swab, stroking gently, the latex squeaking, praising, “Perfect, my darling, all out.” Her green gloves gleamed with pre-cum, her flushed face evident of her arousal behind her surgical mask.

Vivian clapped her pink latex gloved hands, the squeak loud, her 38DD breasts bouncing under her pink gown. “Gorgeous, Celeste,” she praised, her emerald eyes sparkling through her visor. “He loves your touch, darling,” she cooed to Jake, her gloved hand brushing his thigh, the latex squeaking, gently keeping him calm.

Celeste turned to Vivian, her green gown rustling. “Viv, can you grab a syringe of numbing gel and prepare the urethral scope? I want him comfortable, no pain,” she said, her voice clinical, her blue eyes warm. Vivian nodded, her gown crinkling, retrieving a syringe of lidocaine gel from the fridge, its plunger glinting, and the urethral scope from the sterile tray, its metal tip sterile, glinting under the light.

She applied sterile lubricant from a syringe, the gel slick, dripping onto the green cloth, her latex gloved hands squeaking as she coated the scope’s tip evenly, ensuring smooth insertion. She handed the gel syringe to Celeste, the clink soft on the surgical table’s green cloth.

Celeste positioned the syringe of lidocaine gel at Jake’s urethral opening, her green gloved fingers steady. “This’ll numb you, cutie, make it easy for us to look inside your cute penis,” she purred, slowly injecting the cool gel, the hiss soft as it spread down his urethra.

She massaged his shaft gently, her green gloved fingers squeaking, encouraging the gel to flow deeper, coaxing a moan from Jake, “Mmph… feels… weird… tingly down there…” His hazy eyes fluttered, the monitor’s beep steady, his cock twitching.

Vivian leaned closer, her pink surgical gloves on Jake’s arm, the squeak soft. “Shh, darling, this helps us see inside, keep you healthy,” she cooed, her voice soothing. Celeste nodded, her blue eyes warm, “Relax, cutie, it’s all to make sure you’re perfect and healthy.”

Jake mumbled, his voice slurred, “Wanna… touch… your sexy bits, Dr. Celeste… Vivian’s boobs…” his cock hardening further, pre-cum beading. Both women giggled, Celeste’s 36DD breasts bouncing, “Oh, you cheeky boy,” she teased, Vivian adding, “Such a naughty patient, darling,” their laughter soft, their arousal evident.

Vivian handed Celeste the lubricated urethral scope, its tip glistening, and gripped Jake’s rock hard penis with her pink surgical gloved hands, the latex squeaking as she held it steady, her fingers firm yet gentle, aligning the shaft for insertion.

“Ready, Celeste,” she said, her emerald eyes focused. Celeste began inserting the scope slowly, its tip sliding into Jake’s urethra, the slurp soft, the LED screen on the rolling table flickering to life, displaying the pink, glistening mucosa of his urethra, the tissue smooth, slightly dilated from the gel, transitioning to the bladder’s cavernous interior, its walls pink, healthy, with faint veins visible, the surface shimmering with moisture.

“Look at that smooth mucosa, Viv,” Celeste noted, her voice clinical, feeding the scope deeper, the screen zooming in on the glistening pink tissue. “The urethra’s so pliable, no resistance.” Vivian nodded, her pink-gloved hands steady, “It’s sliding in beautifully, Celeste, perfect dilation from the gel.” They watched the monitor, Celeste adjusting the scope, “The tissue’s so clear, no redness, just healthy pink,” Vivian adding, “That fold near the ureteral opening is textbook.”

Jake moaned, his voice slurred, “Feels… so full… down there…” his hazy eyes unfocused, the monitor’s beep spiking slightly.

Vivian stroked his penis gently, her pink gloved fingers squeaking, aiding the scope’s descent, “Such a good patient, darling, taking it so well,” she cooed, her emerald eyes glowing. Celeste murmured, her blue eyes twinkling, “Oh, Jake, you’re doing so well for your doctor, so brave.” The screen showed the bladder’s pristine interior, its walls pink, no lesions, no abnormal growths, the scope’s light casting soft shadows, confirming no infection or blockages.

“Urethral walls are smooth, no inflammation, no strictures,” Celeste noted, her surgical cap gleaming. “Bladder looks pristine healthy pink mucosa, just a slight natural fold.” Vivian smiled, “Beautifully clear, Celeste, his bladder’s perfect.”

Celeste withdrew the scope slowly, the slurp soft, wiping Jake’s penis with a swab, her green gloved fingers lingering, stroking sensually, praising, “Such a brave patient, Jake, so hard for me.” Her green gloves gleamed with lubricant and more pre-cum, her blue eyes sparkling.

Vivian smiled, as she adjusted the bed’s height with a whir, her 38DD breasts brushing the cot side. “Now, the anal scope and stool sample, darling,” she cooed, her voice sultry. Celeste glanced at the bed, her green gloved hand tapping the beds frame, the clink soft. “Viv, does this practice bed have birthing stirrups?” she asked, her blue eyes twinkling, her 36DD breasts shifting.

Vivian laughed, her gown crinkling, her pink surgical cap bobbing. “Oh, yes, Celeste, I adored using them,” she said, her voice playful, her emerald eyes sparkling.

“I use to love getting one of the young student nurses to lay in them on this practice bed, their legs spread wide, giggling as I instruct them how to position their thighs just right, their pretty vaginas exposed for training, blushing as I guided them, all on display for proper technique.” She winked, her 38DD breasts bouncing, her tone teasing yet professional. “It’s perfect for training or play.”

She crouched, her gown crinkling, and pulled out the hidden stirrups from the bed’s under panels, the chrome arms extending with a loud clank, their padded black leather cradles gleaming under the surgical light. She adjusted each arm, the snap of the locking mechanisms sharp, ensuring the stirrups were secure, angled for access, the wide, padded Velcro leg straps dangling, their edges crisp, ready to hold Jake’s legs firmly.

“These are sturdy, Celeste, just like in my training days,” she said, her voice nostalgic, her pink surgical gloved hands smoothing the leather, the squeak soft.

Celeste clapped her gloved hands, and swapped her green gloves for fresh ones the smell of latex think in the air as she peels her gloves off and snapped on new ones the squeak loud. “Perfect, Viv, let’s get him positioned,” she said, her voice sultry.

They undid Jake’s leg restraints, the cuffs clinking, his legs limp from the midazolam, too drugged to resist, and gave his arm restraints more slack so his body could move lower down on the bed.

Jake stirred, his hazy eyes fluttering, slurring, “Vivian… Dr. Celeste… you both look so beautiful…” He grinned hazily, his voice thick, “Can I… feel your pussy Dr. Celeste? Bet it’s so pretty…like Viii…” His cock twitched, the monitor’s beep quickening, his arousal evident.

Celeste laughed, her 36DD breasts bouncing, her surgical gloved hands going to her masked mouth. “Oh, Viv, I see why you love him,” she said, her blue eyes twinkling. “Such a cheeky cutie, even drugged he wants us. Not yet, darling, but you’re making your doctor blush.” Her voice was warm, teasing, her arousal mirroring Vivian’s and her own devotion growing.

Vivian giggled, her gloved hand brushing Jake’s cheek, the squeak loud. “Behave, Jake, let your doctor and nurse work,” she cooed, her emerald eyes glowing, her possessiveness and amusement.

They lifted Jake’s legs, their gowns crinkling, and placed them in the stirrups, the padded leather cradling his calves, securing the wide Velcro straps with a rip, holding his legs firmly, spread for complete access, the stirrups’ metal glinting.

Jake moaned softly, “Mmph… you’re… makin’ me dreamy…” his hazy eyes darting between their pink and green surgical

gowns, his smile delirious.

Celeste tied on a white plastic apron, its crinkle loud, accentuating her 36DD breasts, protecting her gown from messiness.

Vivian coaxed Jake, her voice soothing, “Lift your hips slightly, darling, so I can slide a sterile sheet under you.” Jake complied, his hips rising weakly, his moan slurred, and Vivian tucked a crisp rubber sheet beneath him, its crinkle loud, its sterile rubber scent sharp.

She warned Celeste, her pink surgical gloved hand gesturing “He hasn’t pooped since I brought him in Celeste, so it may be rather messy down there be ready.”

Celeste nodded, peeling off her green surgical gloves, the snap sharp, and requested, “Understood Viv, can you grab me a pair of long, thick gynecological gloves, a syringe of numbing gel, and a surgical penlight I want to use an anal speculum to open him up, than take a stool sample, clean inside, then scope him, keep him comfortable.”

Vivian retrieved a pair of elbow-length latex gyno gloves from a cabinet, their milky sheen glinting, along with a syringe of lidocaine gel, and a sleek penlight, its chrome body glinting, handing them to Celeste, the clink soft on the surgical table’s green cloth.

Celeste snapped on the gyno gloves, the snap louder, the thick gloves squeaking as she flexed her fingers, and tied her apron tighter, the crinkle echoing, her surgical cap gleaming under the light.

Celeste injected the numbing gel into Jake’s anus, her gloved fingers steady, the hiss soft as the cool gel spread, numbing the passage. Jake sighed, “Mmph… feels… all

cold down there…” his hazy eyes fluttering, the monitor’s beep steady.

Vivian shushed him, her pink gloved hand stroking his forehead gently, the squeak loud, “Shhh, darling, we’re almost to the fun procedure the semen sample.” Her voice was soothing.

Celeste selected an anal speculum from the surgical table, its stainless steel glinting, its smooth blades polished to a shine, the handles ergonomically curved for precise control. She lubricated it meticulously with a syringe, the gel dripping slightly onto the green cloth, her gloved fingers slick, the squeak loud as she coated the blades evenly, ensuring a smooth insertion.

“This’ll open you up gently, cutie, let me see inside make sure your healthy,” she purred, her voice clinical yet sultry, her 36DD breasts shifting under her apron as she positioned herself between Jake’s spread legs, the metal stirrups glinting.

She began the insertion with deliberate care, her thick gloved fingers guiding the speculum’s closed blades to Jake’s anus, the cold metal kissing his numbed skin, eliciting a soft moan, “Ohh… Dr. Celeste… feels…cold and strange…” She pressed gently, the blades sliding past the puckered ring, the clink soft as the metal met slight resistance, the numbing gel ensuring comfort.

“Relax, cutie, let it inside,” Celeste cooed, her blue eyes focused, her gloved fingers steady, the squeak loud as she eased the speculum deeper, the blades parting slightly, the stretch subtle but palpable, the rectal muscles yielding under the gel’s effect.

Jake’s monitor beep quickened, his hazy eyes fluttering, his voice slurred, “Green nurse… all blurry… nice…hmmm”

Celeste adjusted her grip, her hands firm on the speculum’s handles, the latex squeaking as she slowly turned the screw mechanism, the click-click rhythmic, each turn widening the opening, revealing the pink, glistening rectal mucosa.

As she opened him up the stretch grew more pronounced, the speculum’s blades gleaming under the surgical light, casting sharp reflections on the green cloth. She paused, ensuring Jake’s comfort, and picked up the surgical penlight, its chrome body cool in her gloved hand, clicking it on with a snap, a focused beam of white light piercing the open speculum, illuminating the rectum’s interior.

The light revealed a compacted mass of dark stool, its surface firm, slightly dry, filling the lower rectum, confirming Vivian’s warning about messiness.

“He’s rather backed up, Viv,” Celeste noted, her voice clinical, her blue eyes narrowing as she angled the penlight, the beam sweeping across the glistening pink rectal walls, healthy but slightly stretched by the stool’s volume. “The stool’s compacted, likely why he hasn’t had a bowel movement firm, no blood, but it’s blocking a clear view.”

She adjusted the speculum further, the click sharp, opening the blades wider, the stretch more pronounced, the pink mucosa shimmering under the light, faint veins visible, no tears or ulcers, the stool’s dark mass contrasting the healthy tissue.

Vivian peered over, her pink gloved hand on Jake’s thigh, the squeak soft, nodding, “That explains the fullness, Celeste. Healthy walls, though good catch.”

Celeste continued her examination, her latex gloved fingers steady, the squeak loud as she tilted the speculum slightly, the beam of light shifting, illuminating a natural fold in the rectal mucosa, the tissue smooth, no inflammation. “The rectal walls look pristine despite the backup,” she murmured, her voice professional, her 36DD breasts shifting under her apron.

“No erosions, no abnormal growths, just slight pressure redness from the stool.” She maneuvered the penlight, the beam catching the stool’s surface, its texture granular, confirming no fresh blood or mucus, a sign of healthy digestion despite the constipation.

Jake moaned, “Feels… so open… Dr. Celeste…” his hazy eyes unfocused, his cock twitching, pre-cum dripping, the monitor’s beep steady.

Satisfied with the visual inspection, Celeste set down the penlight, its clink soft on the green cloth, and used a sterile scoop to collect a small sample of the compacted stool, its scent faint, earthy, sealing it in a vial with a click, the green cloth catching a stray drop of gel.

She then cleaned inside with sterile swabs, her thick-gloved fingers precise, the squeak loud, removing residual stool fragments, ensuring a clear field, the swabs piling in a biohazard bag, their tips dark. “All clean now, cutie,” she purred, her blue eyes twinkling, her movements deliberate, maintaining the speculum’s position, the blades still parted, ensuring access for the next steps.

While Celeste worked, Vivian prepared for the blood sample, she retrieved a latex tourniquet from the surgical table, its blue band glinting. She wrapped it tightly around Jake’s right arm, the snap sharp as it stretched, constricting the veins. She slapped his hand gently, the slap soft, murmuring, “Such a good boy, darling, nice veins for me,” her emerald eyes glowing as she palpated his forearm, finding a juicy vein.

“I promise you more time with my sexy bits soon, Jake,” she cooed, her voice sultry, her 38DD breasts shifting. Celeste, adjusting the speculum, giggled from behind, “Oh, Viv, you’re spoiling him,” her blue eyes twinkling, her laughter soft.

Vivian inserted the needle, the prick soft, drawing a vial of dark red blood, sealing it with a click, praising, “Perfect, darling, all done.”

Celeste then inserted the anal scope, its broader tip sliding past the speculum, the slurp soft, the LED screen displaying the pink, moist rectal mucosa, its walls smooth, slightly red from the speculum’s pressure, glistening with natural moisture, minimal stool residue visible, the tissue healthy, with faint veins and natural folds. “Rectal mucosa looks good, minimal residue, no blood, just slight redness from the speculum,” Celeste noted, her voice professional, adjusting the scope, the screen zooming in on the glistening pink walls, the rectum’s narrow passage clear, no ulcers or tears, the light casting soft shadows, confirming no infection.

Vivian nodded, “Healthy tissue, Celeste, beautifully done.” The image was vivid, the pink mucosa shimmering, the rectum’s interior clean, healthy, the scope’s light illuminating every detail. Jake moaned, “Feels… so…Strrnnnn Butttt… Dr. Celeste…makin’ me dreamy…” his hazy eyes unfocused, his cock twitching, pre-cum dripping, the monitor’s beep steady.

Celeste maintained the speculum’s position, the blades parted, for the semen sample, to leverage the access for the prostate stimulation.

She grinned behind her surgical mask, snapping on a fresh green surgical glove over her thick gyno glove on one hand, the snap loud, and reached for a sterile collection cup on the surgical table, its label crisp. “Oh, cutie, this’ll be intense,” she purred, her 36DD breasts bouncing as she leaned closer.

Her freshly gloved hand wrapped around Jake’s rock hard penis, stroking slowly, the latex squeaking as she glided up and down, her fingers teasing the head, circling the foreskin, coaxing pre-cum to drip

down his shaft, glistening on her green latex glove.

Her other thick-gloved hand, slick with lubricant, slid through the open speculum, the slurp soft as her fingers reached Jake’s prostate, feeling its firm, walnut-sized texture, and began massaging it with precise, rhythmic pressure, the squeak loud as she alternated light and firm strokes, targeting the gland’s sensitive surface, eliciting a desperate moan, “Ohh… Dr. Celeste… feels… all tingly…”

“Feel me pressing, cutie, let it build,” Celeste encouraged, her voice husky, her blue eyes twinkling, her strokes on his shaft firm, sensual, her fingers lingering on the penis head, teasing the slit, coaxing a steady flow of pre-cum, pooling on his upper thigh.

Her prostate massage intensified, her thick-gloved fingers circling the gland, pressing in slow, deliberate pulses, the squeak rhythmic, stimulating a deep, aching pleasure, Jake’s moans growing frantic, “Mmph… Dr. Celeste… so…intenseeee…feeel ittt…” The monitor’s beep spiked, his body trembling, pre-cum flowing heavily, glistening under the surgical light.

Vivian, her pink latex gloved hand began circling Jake’s nipples, the squeak loud, removing her surgical mask with a rustle, revealing her flushed face, her emerald eyes glowing with arousal. “Let go, darling, give Celeste your sexy sample, show her how strong you are,” she cooed, leaning closer, her 38DD breasts brushing the cot side.

As Jake’s moans peaked, she pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss, her tongue teasing his, her pink latex gloved hand caressing his feverish face, the latex squeaking against his skin, her touch tender yet possessive, deepening the intimacy, her breath hot against his lips.

Jake’s body tensed, his gasps muffled by Vivian’s kiss, his cock throbbing, the monitor’s beep spiking sharply. Celeste stroked faster, the latex squeaking loudly, her fingers teasing the penis head, while her other hand pressed firmly on his prostate, the squeak intense, her voice urging, “Cum for me, cutie, fill this cup for your doctor.”

Jake shuddered, his climax explosive, thick semen spurting into the collection cup, a powerful stream splashing onto Celeste’s green glove and his thigh, the volume amplified by the prostate massage, the sample thick, creamy, glistening under the surgical light. “Oh, yes, Jake, so much, so perfect,” Celeste praised, milking every drop, her strokes slowing, her prostate massage easing, the cup almost overflowing, sealed tightly, labeled for testing.

Jake slumped, panting, his hazy eyes fluttering, a slurred moan escaping, “Dr. Celesteee Vivvv…woooow seexxy..y..…” The monitor’s beep slowed, his body going limp, the midazolam pulling him toward sleep.

Celeste withdrew her gloved hand from the speculum, the slurp soft, and closed the speculum, the click-click soft, withdrawing it, the slurp faint, wiping Jake’s anus with a swab, her gloved fingers lingering, teasing the sensitive skin, praising, “Such a perfect patient.”

Celeste glanced at her surgical gloved hand, cum dripping from the latex, glistening in thick beads, her arousal overwhelming. Unable to resist, she pulled down her surgical mask with a rustle, her face flushed, blue eyes blazing, and licked her gloved hand, tasting Jake’s warm, salty cum, a sultry moan escaping, “Mmm… so potent, cutie.”

Vivian, face, met Celeste’s gaze, their faces flushed with sexual arousal, their possessive attachment to Jake deepening, an unspoken bond of desire pulsing between them, their breath heavy, hearts racing.

Vivian and Celeste worked together to undo Jake’s legs from the stirrups, the Velcro straps ripping as they released, the metal arms clanking as they folded back into the bed.

They gently lowered his legs, re-restraining them in the cuffs, the clink soft, ensuring his comfort as he drifted hazily, his eyes closing, a faint smile on his lips.

Vivian covered him with the gown and blanket, the fabric rustling, tucking it around his feverish body, her pink latex gloved hand brushing his thigh, the squeak soft.

Celeste retrieved a digital rectal thermometer from the surgical table, its probe sterile, glinting under the light. “Let’s check his temperature, Viv,” she said, her voice clinical, applying a dab of lubricant, the squeak loud as she inserted the probe gently, the beep sharp as it registered 102.5°F, slightly elevated. “Still high,” Celeste noted, her blue eyes concerned.

From a pocket in the surgical gown she retrieved a vial of acetaminophen solution, its liquid clear, glinting, and drew a high dose into a syringe, the hiss soft as the plunger filled. She injected it into Jake’s IV line, the click sharp as the solution flowed, ensuring rapid fever reduction. “This’ll bring it down, cutie,” she murmured, her voice warm, as Jake sighed, “Mmph… all warm… dreamy…”

Vivian replaced the cooling packs around Jake’s armpits and groin with fresh ones from the fridge, their gel icy, the crinkle loud as she positioned them, soothing his feverish skin. “Rest now, darling,” she cooed, her pink-gloved hand brushing his forehead, the squeak soft, her emerald eyes glowing with devotion.

They turned off the surgical light, its beam fading, and dimmed the overhead lights, the room bathed in amber glow, the beep…beep…beep soft. Celeste placed the samples urine, blood, stool, and semen into a sterile transport bag, her gloved hands precise, arranging them on the surgical table’s green cloth. “I’ll rush these to the lab, Viv,” she said, her blue eyes bright, her 36DD breasts shifting. “We’ll monitor him closely tonight, especially with that fever.”

Vivian nodded, her pink gloved hand brushing Jake’s cheek, the squeak loud. “Yes, Celeste, we’ll set up the new monitors when they arrive should be around your return, keep our darling safe,” she whispered, her heart full, her possessiveness deepening, tempered by gratitude for Celeste’s bond.

They quietly discussed monitoring Jake as the night progressed, referencing the imminent arrival of the vital-tracking devices, perfect for his care.

Vivian and Celeste removed their outer gloves, the snap sharp, revealing white sterile gloves, and disposed of their masks, the straps rustling, their surgical caps still snug.

They stepped out, closing the door with a soft creak, their gowns crinkling, their hearts pounding with arousal and satisfaction.

In the dining room, Vivian and Celeste shed their surgical gowns, and surgical caps, the crinkle loud, folding them for sterilization, their white clogs and black flats tapping the hardwood. Vivian wore a fresh green scrub dress, her 38DD breasts straining the fabric, her grey braid loose, strands frizzy. Celeste wore her white scrub dress, her 36DD breasts prominent, her brunette grey hair mussed, her white stockings shimmering.

They sat at the sturdy wooden table, the remnants of chamomile tea cold, cucumber sandwiches untouched. They cleared the table and prepared lunch: tomato soup, its steam curling, with grilled cheese sandwiches, their crusts golden, the aroma comforting.

Over lunch, Vivian sipped her soup, her emerald eyes misty. “Celeste, watching you with Jake, his trust, calling you ‘Dr. Celeste,’ his cheeky request… it’s like we’re a team again, like with our husbands, those nights of medical play,” she said, her voice cracking. “I want to keep him, to care for him always, to feel this alive every day I don’t want to be alone again.” Her 38DD breasts rose with a shaky breath, her loneliness fading, her devotion to Jake solidifying into a dangerous possessive love.

Celeste nodded, biting her sandwich, her blue eyes soft, her 36DD breasts shifting. “I feel it too, Viv,” she said, her voice warm, vulnerable. “His moans, his arousal, calling me beautiful it’s brought me back to life, reminded me of my husband, our sexual games.

I want to feel loved again, to enjoy caring for someone, playing these medical games.” She paused, her expression thoughtful. “But this patient room you’ve set up, Viv, it’s wonderful, but we need more, don’t you think? A proper examination space for him?”

Vivian reached for Celeste’s hand, their fingers interlocking, her voice reassuring, “Absolutely, Celeste, I’ve been thinking the same thing. We need a proper examination space, something worthy of our are skills so we can truly care for are darling boy.” Her emerald eyes sparkled.

Celeste hesitated, her blue eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I… I have a large area in my house, a basement we could convert into a perfect medical suite,” she said softly, her voice tentative. “But I don’t want you to think I’m trying to steal him, Viv, to take him away from you.” Her chest rose with a nervous breath, her vulnerability raw.

Vivian’s face softened, her emerald eyes warm. She stood, pulling Celeste into a tight hug, her arms holding Celeste tight, her voice firm yet tender, “Oh, Celeste, no, never. You’re not stealing him you’re sharing him with me, giving me this joy again.”

She pulled back, her hands on Celeste’s shoulders, her gaze intense. “What if I sold my house? We could add a medical wing to your house with a hospital room, a major examination suite, even a full surgical suite, all for Jake, our patient, to love and care for together, always.” Her voice trembled with excitement, her possessiveness tempered by love.

Celeste’s eyes widened, tears brimming, a radiant smile breaking through. “Yes, Viv, oh, yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with gratitude. “I’d love that to care for him with you, to build that wing, to feel this alive every day.” Her breasts rose with a breath, her joy overwhelming, her loneliness dissolving.

They hugged again, their arms tight, their laughter mingling with tears, the soup cooling, the sandwiches half eaten. “It’s settled, then,” Vivian said, her voice steady. “You’ll drop the samples at the lab, come back, and once the monitoring devices arrive, we’ll go to your house, see the space, and make plans rapid plans for our medical wing.” Her emerald eyes twinkled, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Celeste nodded, her blue eyes glistening. “Perfect, Viv. We’ll make it ours, for Jake,” she said, her voice firm, her excitement palpable. They cleared the table, their movements synchronized, their bond electric.

Celeste organized herself and packed the samples, the clatter loud, and donned a coat, her white scrub dress peeking beneath, her 36DD breasts prominent.

As she buttoned her coat, Vivian pulled her into another hug, their breasts pressing together, their lips brushing each other’s cheeks, their shared passion for Jake and their future palpable. “See you tonight, Viv,” Celeste said, her voice warm. “Take care of our darling patient.”

Vivian smiled, her emerald eyes warm. “Always, Celeste,” she whispered, her heart full, her devotion to Jake and Celeste unwavering. Celeste stepped out, the door closing with a click, her flats tapping the porch, the lab samples secure in her bag.

Vivian returned to the patient room, the amber glow soft, the beep…beep…beep steady. Jake slept, his face peaceful, his feverish body calm, the cooling packs in place. She sat beside him, her green scrub dress rustling, her white clogs silent, and checked her phone, smiling at the delivery notification: a heart rate monitor, blood pressure cuff, and pulse oximeter, arriving in a few hours, perfect for tracking Jake’s vitals accurately and remotely.

To enhance the setup, she opened Amazon on her phone, selecting three high resolution LCD monitors to display his heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels in the patient room, ensuring every vital was visible at a glance. She confirmed the purchase, her emerald eyes gleaming with anticipation, knowing these tools would deepen their care for Jake.

Her mind raced with plans and ideas building Jake’s trust through intimate care, sensual exams, teasing him with her latex gloves, breastfeeding him, exploring her vagina, ensuring his sexual devotion to her.

Yet, a flicker of worry crossed her mind: when he fully recovered, Jake might fight them, want to leave them, as his strength returns. But she and Celeste would care for him, love him, meet every need, keeping their darling patient safe, bound to them by their devotion and love and sexual appetite.

She leaned forward brushing his feverish forehead with her bare hand, her touch tender, then leaned down, kissing him softly, her lips warm against his clammy skin. “You’re going to be ours forever, darling, safe in our love, never leaving us my darling patient,” she whispered, her voice dangerously possessive yet loving, her emerald eyes glowing with a fierce needy devotion. Her lips lingered, the beep…beep…beep of the monitor a promise of their future together.

End: Chapter 3

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