This choice: A woman in a lab coat runs at you, almost out of breath. • Go Back...Chapter #6A woman in a lab coat runs at you, almost out o... by: Nadamon   A raven haired, freckled, bespectacled scientist stumbles in your way, holding up a finger to indicate she wants to speak first as soon as she stops huffing and puffing. Her skin was tanned outside of a faint pink blush on her cheeks. She's easily two heads taller than you, slender with subtle curves and a motherly bust, and you think you can see the vague impressions of something meaty lurking under the lower part of her labcoat. Oddly, she's got an earring hanging from her ear, like a cow's tag, with the number "276" on it.
"I'm... Pissed... Haahhh... I can't believe you were sent out here without any protection. You could be the biggest discovery of this generation!"
She suddenly snaps her attention back to the situation at hand, grabbing you by your body shoulders and ushering you towards the lab with great haste.
"Sorry, I just don't want you getting into any trouble before we begin. My name's Lori!" Her smile seems genuine as she drags you through the halls.
"I'm Samantha! Nice to meet you!"
You feel a little dizzy as you're whisked through sterile, identical hallways until you reach double doors labeled "Lori Anderson, Doctor of Voreology" and "Unauthorized persons will be churned.". Lori sucks in a deep breath as she pushes the doors open.
"So, uh, the doctor can be a bit harsh. If I don't make it, it was nice knowing-MMMFF!"
Lori's face is buried in something thick and fleshy; the pinkish head of a cock, extending several feet from a girl that looks like Lori, minus any semblance of womanly curves or evidence of her ever seeing sunlight.
"Tch, you were late again." A cold voice calls from the other Lori.
The pale shaft takes forceful, crunching gulps of the earmarked girl, her legs going stiff as the python swallows her down. You blink, trying to wonder if you missed something as the twitching ball of meat that guided you here splashed into her balls and churned away to nothing but sperm before you could manage to un-drop your jaw. The girl pushes her glasses back, emphasizing the dark circles under her eyes as she looks away.
"Apologies, but I can't tolerate failures." Yhe pred walks away and points to a hospital bed in the center of the room, which had a strange device hovering over its center. It looked like a thin tube of gelatin with one end open, and the other attached to a clear hose. "Lie down on your back on that."
You barely process the order in the wake of the sudden slurp and slosh.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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