The tech got the last of the bindings strapped to the gurney. "Okay, she should be secure. Out the back, and hurry...I don't know how long the lock will hold!" There was a bang on the door, and another, and another, in staccato bursts as a man fucked a bimbo against it. It would be his last act as a man, but he was going with gusto for as long as his dick would hold out. A lustful bimbo pressed her tits against the glass as another behind her licked her neck and nibbled her ear. You open the back door. It swings in, and you hold it open for the tech. Just as he gets the gurney through, there's a click. The door opens, and patients in various stages of bimbofication spill in. Amongst them is a curvaceous blonde in white scrub bottoms, eyes consumed with lust. Nestled between her luscious D-cup tits is a security keycard, clipped to a lanyard around her neck. She caresses a breast and licks a finger, which she then points at you. "Where do you think you're going with my patient, sweetie? I'm not through examining her!" She giggles impishly, and the portion of the horde that wasn't currently engaged in an orgy advanced with her. You grab a chair and dash through the door and slam it shut behind you, hooking the back of the chair over the doorknob to brace it. "Shit! It's that doctor! He...she...had a keycard! We have to get to that elevator NOW!" You and the tech make a mad dash down the hallway, and finally the elevator comes into sight. You hit the "Down" button frantically. Eva moans groggily and begins to stir. Her chest heaves as her tits strain against her bra. "She's waking up...how long is this elevator going to take? We don't have much time!" Indeed, the door at the end of the hall finally swung open as the combined might of the bimbos behind it wrenched the chair. The bimbos swarmed down the hall. There was a ding, and the elevator doors opened. You and the tech managed to get the gurney in and hit the garage button just in time. The doors started closing just as the bimbos reached the elevator. In frustration, a newly-made brunette threw something into the elevator, hitting the technician square in the face. Then the doors shut and the elevator started its descent. You leaned back against the wall in relief, and then the tech spoke. "Oh my God..." He peeled the item off his face. It was a pair of boxers, stained with sex. "This isn't good. How long does it take this thing to spread?" A heavy sinking feeling spread to your stomach. This was not news you wanted to hear. "It's a matter of minutes. Give me your keys...you can't help me any more." The tech reaches into his pocket and tosses the keys to you. "That should be for parking space B3." He then looks at Eva, who shifts in an attempt to stimulate herself. He licks his lips and picks idly at his scrubs. Nubs press out against the fabric...his nipples are feminizing, and they're likely growing in sensitivity. His mind starts to cloud with lust. "Maybe I could...buy you some time. If the scan was right...she's beyond help. These boxers hold a clue, and if you could get to the ambulance and get these to a hospital in another city..." You look down at Eva. Her eyes are fixed on something. You follow her gaze and see an erection pressing against the tech's scrubs. The tech's face has softened, and his hair is a little longer. He rubs at a nipple and strokes what is now an A-cup breast beneath it. The elevator slows to a halt and the door opens. You swallow as you make your decision