The patient room glowed under the night light. Vivian, her green scrub dress clinging to her 38DD breasts, stood in the dinning room, her emerald eyes burning with possessive love, her grey braid loose, strands frizzing.

She had brushed Jake’s feverish cheek earlier, his lips parted, a faint moan escaping, as the midazolam rendered him pliant, trusting and sedated.

Her phone pinged, shattering the stillness. A delivery notification: the heart rate monitor, blood pressure cuff, pulse oximeter, and medical camera had arrived, tools to ensure Jakes care so he could be monitored easily.

Vivian hurried to the porch, her white clogs silent, her 38DD breasts bouncing, the May evening air cool against her flushed skin. Cardboard boxes sat neatly stacked, their edges sharp.

She gathered them in her arms, her scrub dress rustling, and carried them to the dining room, the wooden table still littered with tomato soup bowls and grilled cheese crusts, the cozy space alive with her anticipation.

Tearing into the boxes, the crinkle of plastic loud, she unveiled the sleek devices: a Polar H10 heart rate monitor, its chest strap soft; an Omron Platinum BP5450 blood pressure cuff, Velcro crisp; a Nonin Onyx Vantage 9590 pulse oximeter, clip gleaming; and a wireless medical camera, lens sharp with night-vision promise.

“Oh, darling, we’ll watch you always,” she murmured, her emerald eyes sparkling, envisioning Jake’s vitals on the three high resolution LCD monitors ordered from Amazon, arriving tomorrow. Her heart raced, but a shadow of worry crept in: when Jake’s fever broke and he was all better, he might fight her, or want to leave after his strength returned, not stay with them.

Her jaw tightened, nails digging into her palms. “No,” she whispered, with a dangerous possessiveness, “you’re going to be ours, forever.” Dark thoughts bloomed in her head using the drug pyrogens to spike his fever, sedatives to dull his will, keeping him sick, theirs to care for while other dark ideas lurked deeper in her mind surgeries and invasive medical tests.

She texted Celeste, who advised her she was just wrapping up at the lab: “Equipment’s here! I’ll install a permanent catheter to avoid accidents while we’re out. Hurry back!”

Celeste replied instantly, her text bubbly: “Almost there, Viv! Can’t wait to see it all spoil our cutie! Be there in about 25!”

Vivian smiled, her heart swelling, their bond electric, and moved to prepare for Jake’s catheterization, her resolve firm. Surgical Pink was her colour it symbolized love, care, nurturing and she decided to always wear it for him: she decided in future to pair it with her pink maternity ward nurses dress.

But for now her standard green scrub dress layered with a pink maternity surgical gown, pink surgical mask, and pink surgical gloves, all from Celeste’s suitcase of supplies.

Vivian approached the suitcase in the dining room, its leather worn but sturdy, filled with medical gear Celeste had brought. She selected a fresh pink maternity surgical gown, its loose, nurturing fit perfect for care, a pink tie-on surgical mask, and a pair of pink surgical gloves, their latex gleaming under the dining room light.

Carrying them carefully, her scrub dress rustling, she stepped quietly into the patient room, her clogs silent, the beep…beep…beep steady. She turned the pot lights on low, their soft, and warm glow casting gentle shadows, preserving the calming atmosphere, Jake’s sedated form lay peacefully in the bed, his feverish skin glistening faintly.

Vivian changed slowly, her movements deliberate, reverent. As she pulled on the pink maternity surgical gown over her scrub dress the gown snug against her 38DD breasts, crinkling softly, as she tied it at the back, the fabric brushing her curves, loose yet intimate.

She secured the pink tie-on mask behind her head, the fabric soft against her lips, her breath warm, and snapped on the pink surgical gloves, the snap sharp, the latex clinging tight, amplifying sensation. “Pink for your nurturing care, my darling,” she whispered, her emerald eyes glowing with devotion, “my color to love you, care for you, forever!”

She assembled the catheterization equipment silently, her gloved hands steady, arranging a 16Fr silicone Foley catheter (long-term, with a 30cc balloon), sterile lubricant, antiseptic wipes, a sterile green drape, and tape on a sterile cart. The clink of tools was soft, blending with the beep…beep…beep.

Vivian pulled the cart to the bedside, her gown crinkling, and gently lowered the bottom of the bed’s cot, the clank muted. She unbuckled Jake’s legs from the padded leather restraints, her fingers deft, the click of buckles soft, and butterflied his legs, spreading them gently into a relaxed, open position, his thighs parted, vulnerable. As she tucked a sterile green cloth underneath his butt, gently cupping a cheek as she did.

Next she lifted his patient gown, the rustle faint, as she exposed his uncircumcised penis, still semi-erect, pre-cum beading, aroused defying the midazolam. Vivian laughed happily, her voice warm, nurturing, “My sweet boy, it seems your surgical nurse will need to give you another medical latex gloved handjob to relieve your stiff tension.”

Her arousal surged, her pussy growing wet, her heart racing with rekindled sexual excitement, memories of teasing her husband his moans under her latex gloved touch, their kinky play flooding back, now channeled into her obsessive care for Jake. A new young sweet boy she could care for and who enjoyed all her medical kinks.

She popped open a tube of sterile lubricant, the click loud, and double-gloved, snapping on a second pair of pink surgical gloves, the snap echoing, latex tight, reflective. Squeezing the tube, a thick stream of lubricant poured onto her gloved palm, glistening under the low lights, dripping onto the sterile green cloth beneath Jake.

She spread it across both hands, the squelch wet, latex gloves slick.

Leaning over the cot side, her pink gown crinkling, she gripped Jake’s shaft gently but firmly, her gloved fingers gliding from the base to tip, the squeak rhythmic, teasing the sensitive head with slow circles, coaxing pre-cum to drip, slowly down his shaft.

Jake moaned in his drugged, feverish sleep, hips twitching, the beep…beep…beep quickening. “There there, my sweet boy,” Vivian cooed, her voice soothing, emerald eyes locked on his cock, “your dear nurse is here, loving you, easing your tension. Feel my gloved hand, darling, let it all out for me. You’re so precious, giving yourself to me so completely.”

She varied her strokes long, slow pulls along the shaft, short, firm tugs, her thumb continuing to swirling the head, spreading pre-cum and lube, the squeak and slurp hypnotic. “My perfect patient, so aroused, all mine,” she murmured, “ohh yes that is it cum for your nurse, my love, let me ease your sexual tension, keep you safe in my hands.”

Her gloved hands moved expertly, one stroking the shaft, the other cupping his balls, their weight heavy, skin tightening under her slick touch. Jake’s moans deepened, slurred, “Mmph… Vivian… so good…” his voice thick, delirious and drugged.

The beep spiked, his cock pulsing, and Vivian quickened her pace, gloves glistening, squeak now frantic. “Yes, darling, give it to me,” she urged, “your nurse adores you, needs you, to cum for me now, my sweet boy.” Jake shuddered, hips bucking, as, thick ropes of semen spurting into her surgical gloved hands, her palms cupped to catch every drop, warm cum, splashing her gown’s sleeve, the beep erratic before slowing down and stabilizing again.

Vivian’s breath came heavy, her 38DD breasts heaving under her pink surgical gown, her pussy throbbing, arousal pooling. She held his cum in her surgical gloved hands, latex glistening, hooking a finger to slowly pull down her pink surgical mask, fabric slipping to her chin, revealing her flushed cheeks and smoldering emerald eyes, a dangerous, possessive light burning in them.

As she raising her gloved thumb, slick with Jake’s semen, and licked it clean, the salty taste sharp, her tongue gliding over latex, eyes never leaving his face. “You’re all mine,” she whispered, predatory, “all mine, darling, forever.” The sexual act sealed her claim, her heart pounding, as her obsession deepened.

Carefully, she peeled off the soiled pink surgical gloves, the snap soft as they came free, and dropped them into a biohazard bin with a thud. She check the first pair of gloves carefully for semen, ensuring sterility, her emerald eyes focused.

She cleaned her hands with an antiseptic wipe to be safe, swish soft, and resumed the catheterization, medical composure returning, eyes still gleaming. She draped a sterile green cloth over Jake’s pelvis, a hole exposing his softening penis, and cleaned the it with antiseptic wipes, rustle loud, the cool liquid making Jake sigh, “Mmph… cold…” in his sleep. “Shh, my sweet boy,” Vivian murmured, tenderly, “I’m making you comfy now, with a special catheter, a permanent one for your care. This one’s silicone, darling, with a big 30cc balloon to stay snug, not like those flimsy temporary ones. Your nurse knows best, always for you.”

She lubricated the 16Fr silicone Foley catheter, tip glistening, and lifted Jake’s penis, gloved fingers steady. “Here we go, my love,” she cooed, “just a little pressure, then you’ll be set, safe with me.” She began to inserted it slowly, guiding it into his urethra, slurp soft, watching for discomfort, the midazolam keeping him calm. Inch by inch, she advanced, murmuring, “Almost there, darling, this’ll keep you clean, let us watch your fluid levels, my dear love. So good, so perfect for us.” Urine began trickling slowly in, confirming placement. She inflated the 30cc balloon with sterile water, hiss subtle, and secured the tubing to his thigh with clear tape.

Vivian adjusted his gown, rustle soft, and re-buckled his legs into the padded leather restraints, the click soft, ensuring comfort. She stepped back, satisfied, her pink maternity gown crinkling, her mask hanging loosely, and left closing the patient room door, the click soft, and changed out of her pink attire and sat in the living room ready for Celeste’s arrival.

The front door creaked open a few minutes later, and Celeste’s voice rang out, warm and vibrant, “Viv, I’m home!” She shrugged off her coat, hanging it in the closet, her white scrub dress hugging her 36DD breasts, brunette & grey hair mussed, blue eyes twinkling. Vivian’s face lit up, her emerald eyes dancing, as they rushed together, hugging sweetly, their breasts pressing, a soft giggle escaping both ladies.

“Come, Celeste, see the incredible monitoring equipment!” Vivian said, her voice bubbling, leading Celeste to the dining room. The table gleamed with open boxes, devices unpacked. Celeste’s eyes widened. “Look at this haul!” she exclaimed, running her fingers over the Polar H10 strap, the Omron cuff’s Velcro, the Nonin clip, the camera’s lens. “Our cutie’s under our thumb now, Viv, every heartbeat ours.”

Vivian nodded, her 38DD breasts bouncing. “And the LCD monitors arrive tomorrow. Let’s set these up, make sure they’re perfect.” They slipped into disposable light blue surgical gowns, the crinkle crisp, tying them at the back, and donned light blue tie-on masks, fabric soft against their faces, securing them behind their heads. Snapping on light blue latex gloves, the snap sharp, as they carried the boxes to the patient room, the beep…beep…beep steady, Jake’s feverish body calm in his padded leather restraints, catheter tubing coiled neatly.

Celeste paused, her blue eyes thoughtful. “Viv, let’s give him a small extra dose of midazolam, keep him fully asleep while we visit my house. Safer that way don’t want him waking deliriously and we aren’t here to comfort him.” Vivian nodded, “Good idea, love, keep our darling calm.” Celeste pulled a vial of midazolam from the cabinet, the clink of glass soft, and snapped on yellow latex gloves over her blue ones, the snap sharp, for extra sterility.

She filled a syringe, the hiss precise, and injected it into Jake’s IV port, the drip steady, murmuring, “Sleep tight, cutie.” She grabbed a digital thermometer, scanning his forehead, the beep quick. “102.4°F, slightly up,” she noted, frowning slightly. “Still high, Viv, but he’s stable.” Jake sighed, “Mmph… Celeste…” drifting deeper, the beep…beep…beep slowing slightly.

They began setting up the monitoring devices, their light blue gowns crinkling, their teamwork seamless, punctuated by clinical precision and playful banter. Vivian placed the iPad Pro on a rolling stand, its medical app glowing ready to pair with Jake’s vitals, and quietly checked it, noting the heart rate at 82 bpm, her gloved finger tapping the screen. “Look at this app it’s so responsive and it’s now ready to sync, Celeste,” she said, her voice excited, Celeste grinned, her 36DD breasts shifting under her gown, “Perfect, Viv, let’s get him wired up tight.”

Vivian lifted Jake’s gown, exposing his chest, and carefully placed the Polar H10 heart rate monitor strap, its adhesive electrodes sticking to his skin with a soft pat. “This strap’s snug,” she said, adjusting it to prevent slippage, “no way it’s coming loose, even if he stirs.” The sensor synced with a ping on the iPad Pro, the heart rate steady at 82 bpm. Celeste leaned in, her mask puffing slightly, “Nice work, Viv, it’s reading perfectly. Our cutie’s heart’s all ours.” Vivian glanced at the iPad Pro again, confirming the real time updates of his data, and murmured, “Every beat, right here, Celeste, just for us.”

Celeste took the Omron Platinum BP5450 blood pressure cuff, its Velcro ripping as she secured it on Jake’s upper arm. “Let’s test this beauty,” she said, inflating it with a hiss, the iPad Pro displaying 118/78 as it deflated softly. “Spot on, Viv,” she said, recalibrating for a second test, the hiss steady. “His BP’s stable, but I’m worried about his persistent fever.” Vivian nodded, her mask shifting, “How soon will tests show what’s wrong, Celeste? His fever’s holding on, still high at 102.4.” Celeste tilted her head, her gloved hands adjusting the cuff, “Blood work and cultures take 24 to 48 hours, Viv, but with this high fever, I’m thinking appendicitis could be what is causing it.

An appendectomy might be our answer, to keep him with us longer, needing our care.” Vivian’s emerald eyes gleamed, “Yes, a perfect excuse, Celeste, surgical, medical and binding. He’ll stay, grateful, ours so we can care for him and sexual enjoy him.”

Vivian clipped the Nonin Onyx Vantage 9590 pulse oximeter onto Jake’s finger, the click firm, its red light glowing, the iPad Pro updating instantly with SpO2 at 99%. “The clip’s secure,” she said, checking for pressure marks, “no discomfort, and his oxygen’s perfect.” Celeste glanced at the iPad Pro, her gloved finger swiping the screen, and smiled, “99%, Viv, he’s breathing easy, our sweet boy despite high fever.”

They shared a look, their surgical masks puffing, their bond electric, their obsession with Jake palpable. As the each watched there dear patient sleep under there care.

Celeste mounted the wireless medical camera on the wall, using some quick adhesive stripes with a soft rip, she stuck them on and angling it to capture Jake’s bed, the night-vision feed sharp on the iPad Pro, showing his sedated form, gown crisp, leather restraints secure.

“This angle’s ideal,” she said, adjusting the zoom, testing pan functions, “every inch of him, Viv, right here.” Vivian watched the feed, her 38DD breasts rising, “Crystal clear, Celeste, look at him, so peaceful, so ours.” Celeste giggled, her voice playful, “Ours to watch, love, and spoil rotten.” Vivian checked the iPad Pro again, the camera feed flawless, vitals stable. He’s locked in, Celeste.”

They stepped back, their light blue gowns crinkling, the iPad Pro glowing with Jake’s vitals,heart rate 82 bpm, BP 118/78, SpO2 99% all perfectly synced, the camera feed razor-sharp, showing every detail: Jake’s chest rising, the catheter tubing, the padded leather restraints. “Flawless, Celeste,” Vivian said, her emerald eyes bright, “every beat, every breath, ours to guard and care for.”

Celeste nodded, “Tested and synced, Viv. He’s safe, watched, all ours.” They ran a final diagnostics, the iPad Pro pinging as each device confirmed full functionality, their latex gloved hands steady, their voices low with a possessive edge, hinting at their darker plans.

Vivian blushed and meekly told Celeste about the latex gloved handjob she gave him before the catheter insertion. Celeste gave a musical laugh “Ohhh Viv you’re so sweet he is ours to share and care for. But thank you for telling me, it means so much that we can be honest about our feeling for him.”

Celeste fidgeted a little and in her own meek voice asked “Viv is it ok if we do an anal exam on Jake as I loved doing unnecessary ones on my husband and….I….miss it?”

Vivian gave her own happy laugh and hugged Celeste fiercely “Ohh Celeste of course, and let’s make a pact here and now we share everything and will always tell each other what we want we are a team and Jake is ours to love and care for together!”

Celeste mask crinkled in a happy smile as she pulled back “Agreed Viv and thank you. You’re the best friend I could ever hope to do this with.”

They moved to do the anal exam, their movements precise, clinical yet charged. Vivian prepared a flexible sigmoidoscope, its sleek, lubricated tip glistening, connected to a small monitor on a rolling cart, the hum soft. Celeste positioned Jakes legs in the stirrups, and spread his legs wide so she could pull apart his cheeks, her light blue gloved fingers squeaking, exposing his shaved, puckered anus, pink and tight, glistening faintly under the surgical light.

“Look at him, Viv,” Celeste murmured, her voice husky, “so clean, so inviting.” Vivian nodded, her 38DD breasts heaving, and inserted the scope slowly, the slurp faint, watching the monitor as it revealed Jake’s smooth rectal walls, pink and healthy, no inflammation or blockages. “Perfect mucosa,” she noted, advancing the scope deeper, the hum steady, Jake sighing, “Mmph… feels… weird…” in his drugged sleep.

Celeste took over, her gloved hands steady, rotating the scope gently, checking angles, the monitor showing clear, moist tissue. “No fecal impaction, Viv, he’s cleaned out well,” she said. They withdrew the scope, the slurp soft, and cleaned Jake’s anus with antiseptic wipes, the swish gentle, ensuring sterility.

Vivian blushed, her cheeks rosy under her light blue mask, and hesitated, her voice shy. “Celeste, is it…alright….if I numb his anal ring and do a deep digital exam with my hand? I… I used to enjoy it with my husband, feeling him so close, inside….you know?” Her emerald eyes flicked down, embarrassed but eager.

Celeste laughed, her blue eyes twinkling, “Oh, Viv, you naughty thing! Of course, go ahead, as long as I get my turn after. When he’s fully awake, let’s plan a proper fisting medical play session to give our cutie the full treatment.”

Vivian giggled, her blush deepening, and nodded. “Deal, cel, it’ll be our special care for him,” she said, her voice warm and eager with anticipation.

They prepared for the digital exam, their light blue gowns crinkling. From the sterile cart, they each selected long gynecological latex gloves, extending to their elbows, their translucent sheen catching the surgical light. They snapped them on, the latex snap sharp, the gloves tight against their forearms, amplifying every sensation.

Celeste squeezed a tube of 2% lidocaine jelly, the squirt soft, applying it generously to Jake’s anal ring, massaging it in with her gloved fingers, the squelch faint, ensuring numbness even in his sedated state. “This’ll keep him comfy, Viv,” she murmured, “no pain, just our gentle touch.”

Vivian nodded, and popped open a tube of sterile lubricant, the click loud, pouring a thick stream onto her gloved hand, spreading it until her latex fingers glistened, dripping slightly onto the sterile drape. Celeste followed, her gloved hand equally slick, the squelch wet as they prepared to fist him.

Vivian went first, her gloved hand hovering over Jake’s anus, her breath quickening. “Initiating digital exam,” she announced, her voice clinical but tinged with suppressed excitement.

She inserted two latex gloved fingers slowly, the slurp soft, feeling Jake’s anal ring stretch, easily relaxed by the lidocaine and midazolam. “Anal sphincter tone is good, no resistance,” she noted, advancing deeper, her fingers probing the rectal walls. “Rectal mucosa feels smooth, no masses.”

Celeste grinned, her surgical mask puffing, and teased, “Just like are husbands, eh, Viv? He’d squirm when I did this, begging for more.” Vivian giggled, her fingers curling slightly, “Oh, mine loved it too, Celeste, used to moan so loud I’d gag him with my damp underwear or a medical gag!” They laughed, their voices bright, the beep…beep…beep of the monitors steady.

Vivian pushed deeper, adding a third finger, then a forth before she tucked her thumb in and slowly sank her whole hand, in with a loud slurp as Jake’s anus stretched, her glistening latex gloved hand was buried to the wrist. “Prostate palpable, firm, no enlargement,” she observed, her voice steady but her emerald eyes gleaming with arousal.

“Feels healthy, Celeste, our boy’s perfect inside.” Celeste nodded, making notes in his file, “Confirmed. You’re in deep, Viv, just like old times, right?” Vivian blushed, her 38DD breasts shifting, “God, yes, my husband would cum just from this, didn’t even touch his cock!” They giggled, their banter playful, their shared memories fuelling their excitement.

Celeste took her turn, her gloved hand ready, the latex glistening. “21:04, starting second digital exam,” she announced, inserting two fingers, then three, the slurp wet as Jake’s anus yielded. “Sphincter relaxed, no abnormal tension,” she noted, her voice clinical but husky. “Hmmm, rectal walls pliable, prostate normal.”

Vivian watched, her surgical mask puffing, and teased, “Your husband was a fiend for this, wasn’t he? Always begging for your whole hand!” Celeste laughed, her 36DD breasts bouncing, “Oh, he’d plead, ‘Deeper, doctor!’ till he was hoarse and I would need to gag him. Jake’s gonna love us for this.”

They chuckled, their voices warm, the beep…beep…beep a rhythmic backdrop.

Celeste advanced her hand, wrist-deep, the slurp loud, stretching Jake’s anal ring further, her movements slow and deliberate. “No obstructions, prostate consistency ideal,” she reported, her blue eyes sparkling. “He’s taking it so well, Viv, our perfect patient.”

Vivian nodded, her voice soft, “Just like our husbands, Celeste, so eager under our gloved hands. We’ll make Jake feel that love too.” They shared a look, their bond electric, their arousal palpable as Celeste finished, withdrawing her hand, the slurp soft, and cleaned Jake’s anus with antiseptic wipes, the swish gentle, ensuring sterility.

Celeste purred, her voice sultry, “His anus is ready for us, Viv, probes, plugs, our fists when he’s awake.” Vivian giggled, her arousal evident, the beep…beep…beep quickening slightly.

They discussed Jake’s care, their voices practical yet possessive. “We need to feed him soon,” Celeste said, “soup, soft fruits, maybe yogurt, or we’ll need a gastric nasal tube for nutrients. He’s getting too weak for regular food now.” Vivian agreed, her emerald eyes intense, “Yes either tube nutrients or maybe a clear broth, mashed bananas, keep his strength up without stress. Maybe tube but let’s see, Celeste, we want him comfortable, ours but also still needing us.”

They shifted to their darker plans, their voices low. “The appendectomy’s our key,” Vivian said, “a smoldering infection could explain his fever, keeping him in recovery, needing us, loving us.” Celeste nodded, “And circumcision, Viv, his cock’ll be gorgeous cut, another reason to stay, to feel our care.” Their eyes met, mad lust and obsession burning, their plan solidifying.

Finished, they sat on stools, facing each other, their breathing heavy under the light blue masks. Vivian spoke first, her voice trembling with hesitation, “I… I want to show you something, Celeste, for Jake. I truly wanted to be sexy for him, so I did this.” She lifted her blue surgical gown to her waist, letting her green scrub dress ride up exposing her sheer black crotchless pantyhose legs, and pulled aside her panties exposing her freshly shaved vagina: pink, glistening, labia engorged, parted wide, her clitoris swollen, a bead of moisture visible, the surgical light catching every fold, her scent musky, intoxicating.

She spread her legs wide on the stool, blushing deeply behind her light blue surgical mask, her emerald eyes vulnerable. “Do… do you think it’s pretty, Celeste? For him?” she asked nervously, her voice barely above a whisper.

Celeste’s breath hitched, her 36DD breasts heaving, her face flushed under her light blue mask. “Viv, it’s… breathtaking,” she said, her voice thick, “so smooth, so wet, perfect for him.”

She hesitated, then murmured, “I… I want to also be sexy for him, Viv, so, ahh, what do you think?” She pulled her light blue surgical gown to her waist, spreading her legs wide, showing her white pantyhose. With trembling hands, she ripped the crotch, the tear sharp, and pulled aside her very damp white panties, revealing her thick pubic bush: dark, dense, curling wildly over her labia, a tangled mass she parted slightly to reveal her pink, glistening slit, moisture catching the light, her clitoris barely peeking, her scent earthy, raw. She blushed, her blue eyes shy, awaiting Vivian’s response.

Vivian cooed, her voice sweet, reassuring, “It’s beautiful, Celeste, wild and real, Jake’ll love it wild, you can trim if you want or shave, it’s up to you. Jake said I was sexy when mine was bushy and wild, so he’ll love you either way.” She blushed, her emerald eyes twinkling, “But he might have trouble if you want him to eat you out, though.”

They giggled together, the sound bright, their arousal spiking. Celeste’s face reddened, her blue eyes shy as she mumbled, “I loved making my husband eat me out, so if you have a spare razor, I think I’ll shave this wild lady soon.” Vivian laughed, her 38DD breasts bouncing, “Of course, love, you can shave it anytime!”

Celeste smiled, her blush deepening, and spread her legs wider, the bush parting further, her vagina’s pink lips engorged, slick with arousal. They locked eyes, their gazes intense, and nodded in silent agreement, their shared desire for Jake binding them to act.

Then, they began masturbating together, their light blue surgical gloves squeaking as they moved, the patient room charged with erotic tension, the beep…beep…beep a rhythmic pulse to their desire.

Vivian slid two light blue gloved fingers into her wet vagina, her labia parting easily, the slosh wet as she plunged them deep, her other hand rubbing her swollen clitoris in tight, frantic circles, the latex squeaking against her slick skin, her juices dripping, onto the stool, her inner thighs glistening, her 38DD breasts bouncing under her gown.

Celeste parted her bush with light blue gloved fingers, pulling her damp panties further aside, exposing her pink slit, and inserted three fingers, into her vagina clenching, the squelch loud, her other hand circled her hidden clitoris, coaxing it out, swollen, glistening, her bush wet, moisture soaking her gloves, her 36DD breasts heaving, her hips bucking slightly.

Their moans filled the room, soft at first, then desperate, their eyes locked on each other, their faces flushed under their surgical masks. “Jake’s cock, Celeste,” Vivian moaned, her voice husky, “riding him in rubber shorts, his dick through the hole, fucking my bare pussy, bound to the patient bed, ours forever.” Celeste gasped, her fingers plunging, “His ass, Viv, my latex gloves fisting him in my latex bodysuit, stockings, fucking him deep, his anus stretched, moaning for me, never leaving.”

They each moaned out fantasies, their voices rising, “Surgery in PPE together Circumcision, appendectomy, pyrogens, he’ll stay sick, needing us, loving us, ours always!” they cried out together.

Their hips bucked, their gloved fingers relentless, Vivian’s shaved pussy leaking, her clitoris throbbing, her labia red and swollen, juices streaming down her crotchless pantyhose, to the floor, her moans feral, “Jake, fucking me, his tongue on my clit, latex gloves on his cock, all mine!”

Celeste’s bush glistened, her vagina pulsing, her clitoris engorged, her fingers slick, her moans raw, “Jake, his cock buried in my pussy, my rubber dress riding up with tight latex stockings on my legs, then his cock in my mouth as he cums!” The beep…beep…beep fueled their sexual lust, Jake’s sedated form a symbol of their control.

They leaned closer, their stools inches apart, their legs spread wide, their latex gloved hands blurring, the squeak and slosh deafening, their eyes burning with shared sexual obsession. “Jake, ours,” Vivian screamed, her vagina clenching, her clit pulsing, as her orgasm crashed over her, juices squirting, soaking her gloves,to drip onto the floor, her 38DD breasts bouncing wildly.

“God yes ours, forever!” Celeste shrieked, her vagina spasmed, her clit throbbing, her orgasm exploded, moisture flooding her dense bush, to slowly leak onto the stool, her 36DD breasts heaving, her body shuddering. Their orgasms happened together, their screams echoing, their hips bucking, their vaginas pulsing, pleasure radiating, the room spinning.

They slumped back, panting, surgical gowns bunched around their waists, Vivian’s shaved pussy glistening, Celeste’s bush wet, her soaked panties askew, their gloved hands dripping, the latex streaked with their juices.

Roughly, they each snapped off their light blue surgical masks, the rip sharp, revealing flushed faces, their cheeks rosy with heat. They blushed, eyes darting, and mumbled in unison “Sorry,” their voices shy.

Then, they giggled like young women, their laughter bright, carefree, echoing in the patient room. “What a pair we make,” they said in unison, smiling, their laughter bubbling up again, happy and unrestrained.

They rolled their stools closer, the creak of wheels soft, their knees nearly touching, and clasped their latex gloved hands, still slick with their own juices, the squeak loud as the wet gloves stuck together, a tangible bond.

Their eyes met, emotional, vulnerable, a mix of lust, love, and shared obsession for Jake, their connection unbreakable in the simmering, antiseptic air heavy with the smell of latex and musky arousal.

End: Chapter 4