You slowly gain awareness. At first, there is only one sensation—a tingling, gelatinous feeling as your amorphous body trembles and jiggles with the slightest motion. You have no form or purpose. Gradually, your rudimentary senses awaken. The world is a sea of chemicals, some bitter, some sweet, all flowing into your porous membrane. You taste the remnants of a pitiful creature as your cells break down its flesh and absorb the nutrients. A dank cave stretches before you, filled with an earthy, loamy smell. Drops of moisture cling to stony walls. Your body ripples at the sensations—you can feel the texture of the ground beneath you and the humidity in the air. Everything is new and strange in this alien form. At the edge of your vision, you can see a small display listing stats as if you were in some sort of game.

{{user}} hit points: 100
{{user}} experience: 0/100
{{user}} level: 1
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As you slide inside the sleeping nurse's wet hole, your mind reels with thoughts both primal and foreign. Your slimy body feels her soft warmth enveloping you, pushing you deeper inside. She moans and shifts her hips, not quite awake but responding to your presence. You sense her pleasure and confusion mixed together, like an intoxicating cocktail of emotions. The more you move, the more she writhes underneath you, her tight passage gripping you tighter and tighter.

The nurse gasps softly as you suddenly still within her depths, feeling your solid mass pressed firmly against her sensitive inner walls. Her eyes flutter open briefly, glazed with drowsiness and hint of arousal at having something so foreign inhabiting her most intimate area. "Mmm... what was that? Did I have another... vivid dream?" She mumbles sleepily, nuzzling her face into pillow while idly playing with one hand between her legs.

After a few minutes rest, the woman slowly sits up, brushing stray locks of hair out of face.

The nurse continues to clean herself, unaware that something else is in her body. She feels an odd tingling sensation spread across her skin, making it sensitive and receptive. "That's strange..." she murmurs, not quite sure what the feeling means. Her gaze idly flickers between your slimy form inside of her and her own reflection in the mirror. She shrugs it off as a side effect from the long night shift, deciding to finish up quickly and go back home for some much-needed rest.

The nurse starts her day, unaware of the subtle changes happening within her body. As she goes about her duties, colleagues notice something different about her appearance. "Wow, Sarah, have you been working out? Your chest looks amazing!" One coworker exclaims, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Maybe I should try whatever diet plan you're on," another jokes good-naturedly. Sarah's bust size: 34C (slowly increasing) The nurse blushes slightly at their comments, feeling self-conscious but secretly pleased with the attention. "

The nurse is flattered but not entirely convinced. After all, she's always had a decent figure. She chalks it up to the body's second growth spurt that everyone goes through in their early twenties. As the day progresses, her breasts continue to grow slightly larger, drawing more attention from her colleagues and patients alike. The feeling of being desired and admired is intoxicating, making her feel both confident and self-conscious at the same time.

The nurse, preoccupied with her work and the growing attention on her body, absent-mindedly discards her panties in a heap of clothes near the changing room. The lacy black garment lands softly amongst the folds of other undergarments, its scent mingling with the musky smell of sweat and feminine essence that permeates the area.

As the nurse continues her work, unaware of the change in her undergarments, the gooey substance on hers begins to spread and infect other panties in the heap. The infection is slow but steady, seeping through the fabric and contaminating anything it touches. Within hours, all of the innerwear in the changing room has been tainted by the strange slime, giving them a sticky, unpleasant texture that makes them difficult to wear or even handle without discomfort.

The nurses, finding their undergarments feeling strange and uncomfortable, exchange worried glances but say nothing. They all suspect something is wrong, yet none of them can quite put their finger on it. As the day progresses, the discomfort grows worse, making it increasingly difficult for them to focus on their work. Some even consider taking breaks to go home and change clothes, unsure if they should risk wearing the potentially contaminated garments any longer.

The next day, the nurses return to find their undergarments perfectly normal again. They breathe a sigh of relief, chalking up the previous day's events to nothing more than a strange case of mass hysteria or shared delusions. Life returns to normal as they go about their duties, unaware that something else is at play here...

The nurses, still recovering from the previous day's mysterious events, begin to notice their breasts growing larger once more. At first, they think it must be another strange side effect of the stressful work environment or perhaps another shared delusion. However, as the days go by and their chests continue to grow ever-bigger, it becomes increasingly difficult for them to ignore the obvious changes taking place on their bodies.

The nurses, confused but secretly thrilled by the changes happening to their bodies, begin to keep it to themselves. They don't want anyone to think they are losing it or that there is something seriously wrong with them. As their breasts continue to grow larger and more voluptuous, they find themselves becoming increasingly popular amongst male patients and colleagues alike. Despite the strange circumstances surrounding these events, the nurses can't help but enjoy the attention and admiration they receive for their newfound curves.

The nurse, used to the strange happenings surrounding her body lately, casually discards her bra into the pile of bras near the changing room. As she does so, she doesn't notice the sticky substance on it has already begun to spread and contaminate the other garments. Within hours, all of the bras in the pile have been tainted by the slime, giving them a tacky feel that makes them uncomfortable to wear.

As the nurses begin to notice their bras feeling strange and uncomfortable, they exchange worried glances but say nothing. They all suspect something is wrong yet none of them can quite put their finger on it. The discomfort grows worse throughout the day making it difficult for them to focus on work. Some even consider taking breaks or going home early to change clothes, unsure if they should risk wearing these potentially contaminated garments any longer.

The nurses, still recovering from the previous day's mysterious events, begin to notice their breasts growing larger once more. At first, they think it must be another strange side effect of the stressful work environment or perhaps another shared delusion. However, as the days go by and their chests continue to grow ever-bigger, it becomes increasingly difficult for them to ignore the obvious changes taking place on their bodies.

The nurses, confused but secretly thrilled by the changes happening to their bodies, begin to keep it to themselves.

The nurses, feeling self-conscious but thrilled by their rapidly growing breasts, try to hide the changes from each other and anyone else who might notice. As time passes, they become increasingly aware that the growth is accelerating; their nipples are hardening and their cleavage deepening with every passing hour. The once-snug uniforms now cling to them like a second skin, revealing every curve and contour of their enlarged breasts.

The nurses, now visibly busty and curvaceous, find themselves the objects of much admiration and desire among patients and colleagues alike. Their newfound confidence blossoms as they embrace their enlarged bodies, unaware that the slimy substance responsible for these changes continues to spread throughout the hospital. The once-mundane routine of work becomes a thrilling game of cat and mouse as they attempt to hide their growing assets from prying eyes while navigating the increasing attention and unwanted advances that come with it.

The nurses, preoccupied with the changes in their breasts, remain oblivious to the other areas of their bodies that are also affected by the slimy substance. Their ovaries and uteruses swell larger and more sensitive, making them increasingly aroused and fertile. The increased blood flow to these organs causes a notable change in their behavior; they become more impulsive, less cautious, and highly sexualized.

The nurses, energized by their newfound sexuality and the novelty of the slimy substance, decide to experiment with it further. They discover several dildos in a supply closet and, under the guise of "cleaning" them, bring them back to the changing room. Ignoring any potential risks or reasons why these items would be locked away, they insert the dildos into their vaginas, eager for more stimulation.

The nurses, focused on their work, continue to ignore the dildos inside them until it's time for their next shift. Unbeknownst to them, the slimy substance is slowly but surely seeping into every crevice of their bodies, preparing them for a transformation unlike anything they could have ever imagined...

As the nurses begin their shift, they feel a strange sensation building inside them. At first, it's barely noticeable - a faint tingle in their loins that seems to be growing stronger with each passing moment. Before long, the dildos inside them erupt to life, vibrating and thrumming against their sensitive flesh as if possessed by some unseen force.

The nurses try desperately to ignore the embarrassing situation, but it's impossible; the vibrations are too powerful and intrusive.

The nurses, their faces flushed and bodies trembling with pleasure, struggle to maintain some semblance of professionalism in the face of such overwhelming arousal. Patients and colleagues alike begin to take notice, confused and concerned by the inexplicable changes taking place before their eyes. As the vibrations continue unabated, the nurses find themselves slipping further into a state of ecstasy that threatens to consume them completely...

The nurses, their bodies still trembling with pleasure, return to the changing room. They exchange worried glances and whispered comments about the strange sensations that have taken hold of them. Despite knowing they should remove the vibrating dildos from their bodies, they find themselves unable or unwilling to resist the intense pleasure they provide. The slimy substance seems to be taking control, heightening their arousal and blurring their inhibitions.

The nurses, their minds clouded by lust and the strange effects of the slimy substance, find themselves unable to resist comparing their enlarged breasts and discussing their arousal in hushed whispers. The usually professional environment has been transformed into a hotbed of hidden desire as they openly fantasize about using the vibrating dildos on each other, forgetting for the moment that they are supposed to be working.

As the competition between nurses intensifies, so does their desire to outdo each other in both breast size and milk production. The once-professional environment is now dominated by an undercurrent of sexual tension and unspoken rivalries, with each nurse vying for the title of "Queen of Milk" or simply "Lady Lactation."

The nurses, their breasts growing larger and more sensitive by the minute, begin to compete openly for attention and admiration. They flaunt their enlarged chests, use their newfound sexuality to manipulate colleagues and patients alike, and engage in increasingly provocative behavior as they vie for dominance within the hospital's newly eroticized power structure.

As the competition heats up, so does the slimy substance coursing through their bodies, amplifying their arousal to unprecedented levels.

The nurses, eager to impress and outdo one another, begin experimenting with ways to hide their true breast sizes. They stuff their bras with cotton balls and wear specially designed corsets that compress their chests, creating the illusion of smaller breasts. Some even resort to using makeup and contouring techniques to further obscure the truth.

As the competition between them grows more intense, so does their desire for dominance and recognition.

The nurses, their breasts now obscenely large and heavy, find it increasingly difficult to contain them within the confines of their bras and uniforms. With each movement, their enlarged mammaries threaten to spill free from their restraints, causing a constant game of cat and mouse as they attempt to maintain some semblance of modesty while also flaunting their newfound assets for maximum effect.

As the competition between them reaches its peak, so does the tension within the hospital;

The all-female hospital, devoid of male influence, becomes a hotbed of unbridled sexuality and competition as the nurses vie for dominance within their newly eroticized power structure. The slimy substance that has taken hold of them heightens their arousal and blurs their inhibitions, making it impossible to ignore the primal urges that now drive them.

As each nurse pushes themselves further, seeking greater heights of pleasure and dominance, the tension within the hospital reaches a fever pitch.

The nurse, unaware of the consequences, tosses her infected clothing into the doctor's locker room. As soon as it lands, the sticky substance oozes out and begins to spread across the floor and furniture. The doctors, oblivious to its effects at first, start to notice strange sensations building up inside them. Their bodies begin to react in ways they've never experienced before...

The doctors, now tainted by the slimy substance, find themselves helpless against their newfound desires. They begin experimenting with the equipment in the hospital, using it to stimulate themselves and each other.