ROUGH DRAFT: Futa-Scientist's Naughty Tests (Studying the Futa Phenomena 2)

The seed had planted deep in my pussy. It had sprouted. I could feel the changes to my body. I wasn't just a gender-swapped woman any longer.

I was a futa.

The Uber driver pulled up to the front of the fertility lab I ran with my futa-wife, Gwen. I had my legs crossed, my clit throbbing, twitching. My little bud felt so different now. Transformed. I had control over it. I had the ability to let my clit grow into a cock the way my wife could. Or other futas I knew.

“Thanks,” I told the Uber driver, a young, Black woman who gave me a friendly smile.

“Enjoy your day,” she said. 

I nodded, climbing out. There was one difference between me and my wife. I didn't produce that aura of sexy attractiveness like an Aphrodite futanari. I didn't make women pant after me with lust. If Gwen was with me, that driver would have been flirty. Suggestive. With very little convincing, I could have had a wild time with her in the back of her car.

I hefted my satchel, containing my two specimen jars and my clipboard filled with my notes. I had just finished my interview with Jordan Anderson, a gender-swapped woman who had gained a futa-dick from the Goddess Demeter.

My new Goddess.

I used to serve Hera. She gave me the ability to lactate a milk that would let futas breed a woman. Otherwise, without that treatment, futas were infertile. I guess our lab would have to hire another gender-swapped woman to produce milk for our treatments. I don't think Hera would answer my prayers.

But I was a futa now. That was amazing.

I rushed to the lab, eager to get in there and start studying what I'd learned. This passion throbbed in my passion. A hot and throbbing ache filled my clit. I wanted to use it again. It was so amazing. I was happy I let Jordan pump her futa seed in me and change me.

“Hey, Charlize,” Denise said when I entered the lab. “How'd it go?”

“Oh, fine,” I said, giving her a smile. “It was an interesting study.”

Denise nodded. “So, how'd she get her dick.”

“Magic,” I answered.

“No shit,” Denise said. My assistant shook her head, her brown, curly hair dancing about her face. Her little nose ring glinted. She'd worked for Gwen and me for years, ever since we founded NamE Lab. Gwen had met her in college when she was a library volunteer. “Care to share.”

“Oh, no, you'll tell Gwen.” I grinned at her. “I'm going to tease her about this until she gets back.”

“She's going to kill you,” Denise said, shaking her head. “She's not going to be happy.”

I winked at her. “It'll be fine. She'll have fun at her conference. When she gets back, I'll share it with her. She'll love it.”

“Okay,” Denise said. “I promise not to tell her.”

“You can't be trusted,” I said.

“Guilty.” She shivered. “Fine, have your secret, Charlize.”

“Can you call Heather Johnson and see if she can come to the lab. I have a project for her. She'll like it.”

“Oh, really,” Denise said, arching her eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

“Experiments,” I said and marched across the lobby to the keypad door. I punched in the code and disappeared into the bowels of the lab.

I headed to the main research lab. It was state of the art. Our support from FuTech Industries, the tech giant that was run by a futa named Madam Deumont. It had DNA sequencers, electrons scanning microscope, and all those little machines any lab needed. It cost big money, but Madam Deumont wanted to have the mystery of futa-breeding solved.

Which we did.

I opened my satchel and pulled out my specimen jars. Both were full of Jordan's futa-cum. I slipped on into the refrigerator and then pulled out samples from another. One into the DNA sequencer to see what it would make of it, while the others went into cold storage. Liquid nitrogen freezers to preserve her sperm.

That done, I stripped naked in my lab. I loved working naked. There was something wonderful about working in a futa-environment. You could walk around naked, or just wearing a lab coat, able to rip it open. My breasts jiggled as I moved through the lab, my blonde hair bouncing about my shoulders. I gathered my supplies, another specimen cup I sat on a lab, a vibrator to help with my orgasm.

I was eager to test this out. I lifted the vibrator. It was bright-green. It had a curve to it, ending on a blunt hook. I turned it on, the end fuzzing into a green blur as it hummed away. I smiled, shuddering in delight.

I shoved the vibrator into my pussy.

I groaned as it slid into the depths of my cunt. The buzzing end caressed the top of my pussy. My snatch squeezed around the toy. I groaned as it slid deeper into my depths. My back arched as it plunged to the limit in my pussy, the humming stimulation caressed the inside of my pussy, especially at the end. I twisted it in me, stirring it around, caressing me.

Rapture rushed through me. This delicious pleasure that surged through my body. It reached the end of my clit. I squeezed around the toy as my clit ached and throbbed. I couldn't control it any longer. It was out of control.

My futa-dick sprouted.

I shuddered, watching it grow from my body, feeling it expand. That throbbing, pulsing, surging expansion. My pink clit emerged from my blonde bush. I smiled in delight as it swelled forward. It grew wider. My flesh tone faded into the shaft. The crown became pink and spongy. That tip was aching, begging to be touched.

My left hand worked the toy in and out of my pussy. Pleasure rippled through me. Juices spilled down the buzzing toy. It coated my fingers. That fresh scent of my pussy filled my nose. My right hand grabbed my dick. I held my cock. My shaft twitched in my hand.

“Ooh, yes, that's nice,” I moaned, my breasts jiggling up and down me as I stroked my dick, my hand brushing the spongy crown. “You're going to love this, Gwen!”

I bit my lip, my nipples throbbing as the felt the pleasure shooting through me. Two different delights. I had this wonderful ache, a ghost of memories from when I was guy returned to me. I pumped my hand up and down my futa-dick. I fisted myself hard, fast, masturbating myself the way I used to when I was a lonely nerd.

My eyes squeezed shut as I worked the vibrator in and out of my cunt. That delicious twitch was incredible. I jammed that buzzing toy in and out of me faster and faster. I twisted in and out of me. My pleasure surged through me. My clit-dick throbbed in my stroking hand, surging through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Gwen, if you were here right now.”

I thought I'd forgotten what it was like to have a cock, but I remembered that building ache at the tip. The way that every stroke of my dick built and built the pressure at the tip of my shaft. I bit my lip, whimpering, groaning. 

And then I got to add the vibrator to it. I had a pussy now. I had another way to stimulate me. I shuddered and groaned. My back arched, my tits jiggled. I plunged that dildo in me faster and faster. My cunt squeezed around them. I shuddered. My eyes fluttered as I worked that wonderful, hooked vibrator in and out of me.

“Oh, this is great,” I moaned. “This is just a treat. Oh, yes. Oh, this is incredible.”

I twisted the hooked dildo around in me. My cunt squeezed around my clit-dick. I whimpered as that buzzing end caressed my pussy walls. My hand stroked my futa-cock faster and faster, stroking me. Precum spilled out of me. That spongy ache swelled in me. My snatch squeezed around the vibrator and...

I found that wonderful point. My G-spot.

I massaged it. The pleasure surged through my body. My back arched. The pleasure surged to the tip of my cock. My bundles of nerves drank it in. It swelled me towards not only my feminine orgasm, but to that masculine one that I used to enjoy.

My hand flew up and down my girl-dick. I pumped it hard, fast. That delicious ache built and built. That wonderful need to explode. I whimpered and groaned. It was just such a treat to experience. My eyes squeezed shut. Little stars burst around my vision.

“Oh, Gwen, yes!” I moaned as my cock erupted.

My orgasm exploded through me.

I opened my eyes, my cock spurting, cum firing into the specimen jar. The wonderful bursts of pleasure shot rapture through me. It was incredible to feel that pulsing bliss again. Ten years since I'd jerked off a cock.

Ten years since I felt this rush.

My pussy convulsed around the dildo, adding that new spice to my pulsing orgasm. The rippling climax of my cunt mixed with the powerful blasts of rapture. The two delights reached my mind, slamming into it and washing around it all at the same time.

“Oh, Demeter, thank you1” I moaned, my hand squeezing around my cock as the orgasm kept spurting out of me.

My body shook. My breasts jiggled. My pussy convulsed around the humming vibrator.

Juices gushed out of my pussy, spilling around the toy. It soaked my hand. My fresh musk mixed with the salty delight of my futa-cum. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered as my body trembled. My cum pulsed a final time.

“Sixteen blasts,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. It was right on average for an Aphrodite futa. Just like Jordan. “Ooh, that was good.”

I released the vibrator. I kept it in me, buzzing away in me. My dick stayed hard, aching. I could cum again. I had the same stamina as an Aphrodite futa. I panted, my chest rose and fell. That wonderful sheen of sweat covered me.

I grabbed a new clipboard, filling out information. I fired HundredTimesMan, which was low for an Aphrodite futanari average, but still in their range. I smelled it, a salty musk with a slight, earthy tang. A different aroma from Aphrodite's cum, which was a little sweeter. I tasted a drop of it.

Fought the urge to guzzle it down. I was a bit of a cum-slut.

I grabbed some calipers and measured my dick. FourPointSixInches centimeters in girth, giving me a circumference of NuMBER. I nodded in delight. I was a little bigger than Jordan. Then I measured my dick. PointThreeShorter centimeters long. A little shorter than Jordan, but still in the range of Aphrodite futas' average.

I added my cum to the sequencer. I knew my own DNA profile, so if Demeter changed it, like Aphrodite did to a futa she change, I'd spot it. Next, I prepared a slide of my cum and one of Jordan's to study them under the microscope.

I groaned when I pulled out the vibrator, turning it off and leaving it in the sink. I sat down on the chair, my body shaking in delight. I slipped my slide beneath the microscope to examine my sperm, eager to see it.

“Oh, my,” I said, speaking to myself. I wrote as I talked. “I have an estimated sperm count TwiCeMale. That's higher than a futa. My sperm is very motile. It's zipping around. Unlike Aphrodite futa-sperm, it isn't larger than normal without the fertility treatment to shrink them. These sperm are perfectly sized to fit into the DimPLES of a human woman's egg.”

I paused. Jordan had cum in my pussy to transform me. There was a chance I could conceive a child. I thought about it. I was early in my cycle. There shouldn't be an egg in my fallopian tube at the moment. So it was a question on how long her sperm would survive in my uterus.

“Well, Gwen will love my daughter no matter what,” I said to myself. Then I shivered. I could breed her. I could plant a seed in her.

I smiled in delight. I wrote down more notes on the average measurement of my sperm. I then switched to Jordan Anderson's slide. She had the same estimate sperm count, hers just as motile, zipping around the slide. They were the same size as mine.

Demeter wasn't cursed to not have children. I wasn't sure why that was. I had found similar notes among the futa-shifter followers of Selene. Even those few futas who served Hestia, working down at the cowgirl's dairy farm, could breed each other if they wanted to. Though they didn't produce as much cum.

Demeter was a fertility goddess in a way. A nature deity, but one of cultivation, too. The harnessing of nature for human's use. That was an interesting philosophy. I should explore that. I needed to get my hands on one of the Dionysus futanari. They were transformed men, like me. I wondered if they had similar properties.

I was happily working when my phone buzzed.

I grabbed it and saw a text from my wife. I smiled as she asked, “How'd it go with this new futanari?”

“Oh, it was interesting,” I texted back, sending her a winky emoji.

“Interesting?” Gwen sent back. “That's it. Just interesting? What have you got? Is it a Dionysian futanari? Are they spreading?”

“Nope,” I said. “Jordan is something new. She's very interesting. I'm looking at her sperm right now.”

“I wish I was there right now!” she sent. I pictured my slender wife furiously texting in the middle of her conference.

“You just forget about what's going on here, seduce all those sexy scientist, and find us some partners.” I added an eggplant emoji and a splash of water. “Get all that pussy you can.”

“Oh, I fucked this cute on the plane. Just had her sitting on my dick. Far better than watching the in-flight movie.”

“See, you have your fun. And when you return, you're going to get to see all I learn.” I sent her another winky emoji. “Trust me. It's not going anywhere.”

I glanced down at my futa-cock. I couldn't wait to surprise her with my new dick. It would knock her socks off. She would be blown away by it. And then she would blow me away. It would be such an incredible delight.

“Fine,” she said. “But when I get back, I'm going to make you talk.”

“Ooh, yes, do that,” I said.

“Kiss our daughters for me,” she added. “Love you. My cab's ready. I got to get to the hotel and check in.”

I sent her a kissy emoji.

I set my phone down on the table. I swiveled around in my chair and headed to the DNA sequencer. It was done. I had data to pour over. A giddy thrill ran through me as I sat down at the computer, studying the breakdown, the changes to my DNA.

There were some interesting tweaks. Not the same way that Aphrodite does. It was almost like she'd activated bits of my DNA that were turned off by Aphrodite. The parts that used to be male. I still had the two X chromosomes, she didn't undo that, but she had almost spliced in some stuff from my old Y chromosome back into my DNA.

Interesting.

I needed to give a futa-cock to one of the gender-swapped women we'd sequenced as a man than a woman to track those changes to see if I was correct. I was humming away, lost to my work when I heard a phone ring.

I blinked and looked around. I headed to the lab phone and picked it up. “Hey, Denise.”

“Heather Johnson is here,” she said. “Should I send her back to your top-secret work.”

“Oh, yes,” I said, eager for this. My clit-dick shrank down.

Heather Johnson was one of the gender-swapped women that we helped conceive a child. Gwen had knocked up Heather's wife, Andromeda, than made her into a futa. We gender-swapped Heath into Heather and than Andromeda knocked her up. They both gave birth to their futa-daughters within hours of each other.

Then numbered first among our successful clients, proof that we had cracked the problem of Aphrodite futa's infertility. 

I slipped on my lap coat, leaving it open so my round breasts bare, along with my stomach and my crotch, my blonde bush soaked with my excitement. I faced the doors, my body trembling with excitement, eager to experiment on Heather.

The door opened and Heather stepped in. She had long, wavy-black hair that spilled about her delicate face. She had big, brown eyes that were so glassy with excitement as she rushed to me. She wore a sheath dress that clung to her round breasts and curvy hips. She had a great ass. Aphrodite did amazing work resculpting her into a woman.

“What is going on?” she asked as she came to me. “What naughty things do you need. More bait for futa-shifters.”

I grinned at her. “No, no, don't need you for that. I have an opportunity for you to do some research and make some money.”

“Well, money's nice,” she said. “Two growing daughters aren't cheap.”

“That's right,” I said, nodding my head. “So, do you miss having a cock.”

“I don't know,” Heather said, shrugging her shoulders. “It's been almost three years, but I hardly think about it. I'm a woman now. I like being a woman. Cumming with my pussy is amazing. I'm not like those women who formed that support group. I don't need any freedom from futas. I love Andromeda fucking me. Or other futas.” She gave me a curious look.

“Gwen is out of town,” I said. “Just me.”

“Oh, okay, Charlize,” she said, a slight disappointment in her tone.

“So you were looking forward to getting fucked by Gwen?” I asked her.

Her cheeks pinked. “I didn't mean to imply that you're not someone I like seeing. It's just...”

“You want a futa-dick.”

She nodded her head. Then she licked her lips. “So, do I have to tell my wife we're having another child.”

“Well, there's a chance you might get pregnant,” I said, being professional. “But there's no guarantee. But we'll be having unprotected sex, so that's always a risk.”

“We?” she frowned, glancing at me. “Are you wearing a strap-on or something... But that wouldn't knock me up.” Her eyes glanced at my clit. “I mean... Aphrodite doesn't let us gender-swapped women become futas. Unless...” She shivered. She darted to me, grabbing my hands. Her brown eyes were so wide with exhilaration. “Has she changed her mind?”

The enthusiasm coming from her was ecstatic. “So you do want to have a dick again.”

“Well...” She bit her lower lip. “It's not that I want one, I just know how much fun Andromeda has with hers. You have to have noticed that like Gwen. I mean, if I had the chance, I'd take it.”

“Really?” I asked. “You mean that.”

She nodded her head.

“Well, okay,” I said. “Let's get the release forms signed.”

“Of course!” she said. “Are you... really going to turn me into a futa? Is that possible? Have you found a way.” Heather darted her hand forward. She rubbed at my hot flesh. I groaned as she stroked me. It was this hot touch. 

Her fingers caressed me. This wonderful, hot caress sent a rush through me. I whimpered as she rubbed at my little bud. I wanted to let it grow. To expand. Her eyes were burning with passion. She licked her lips, her body shivering from side to side.

“Please, please, don't be teasing me.” She pinched my clit between her fingers, rolling it, making me shiver.

My clit wanted to grow. It was so hard to fight. I moaned through clenched teeth, holding it back. My heart raced. This hot surge of blood pounded through me. I groaned as the heat built and built in me. This wondrous delight that had my hips wiggling from side to side. It was such a treat.

Heather fell to her knees before me. Her fingers spread my labia farther part, holding back my pussy lips. Her ragged breath blush over my snatch, caressing my clit, stroking my pussy lips. My asshole clenched as she teased me.

Her eyes were born on my clit. “It doesn't look like it's changing,” she said. She ran her finger over it. “No twitching. I've seen Andromeda's up close. It can twitch and throb and swell when I do this.”

“Maybe... not doing enough,” I said, my fresh musk filling my nose. My body shuddered, breasts swaying, brushing my open lab coat.

She nuzzled her lips into my blonde bush. She engulfed my clit. She sucked on it. My cunt clenched. My heart thundered in my chest. Pleasure swelled through me. She nursed on my bud. She nibbled on it. 

“Oh, yes, yes!” I groaned.

My clit-dick sprouted. My cock shot forward. It grew into her mouth. Her eyes bulged as my shaft swelled and pulsed. That wonderful delight. Her mouth opened around me. Her lips sealed around my cock. Her mouth bobbed up and down him, my pussy juices ran down my thighs.

It was incredible. My first blowjob. I never had this as a guy. It was incredible feeling this suction. Like having someone nurse on my nipple but even more intense. My eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure rippled out of me. I squirmed my hips from side to side. Pussy juices ran down my thighs, my cunt clenching with her every suck.

“Oh, yes, Heather,” I moaned. I grabbed her wavy, dark hair, gripping her as she sucked with wild abandon.

Her cheeks hollowed.

Her head bobbed. 

Heather worked those pink lips up and down my girl-cock. She sucked at me. My snatch clenched. My cunt squeezed as the pleasure shot down them. I had so many nerve endings at the top of my dick. It was a treat. It was more sensitive than my clit used to be.

All those nerve endings were lighting up as she sucked. 

She sucked and slurped and bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. Her tongue danced around my cock. She loved me. She gripped my hips, staring up at me with her shocked, brown eyes. They glistened.

“That's right,” I moaned, my hips shifting. “I made a futa-cock. Isn't that so hot? Isn't that amazing.”

She moaned in delight.

“That's right!” I panted, my hips pumped away. I fucked my cock into her mouth, brushing the back of her throat. “Gender-swapped women with cocks. It's insane, I know, but Demeter is a loving Goddess.”

My heart beat faster.

I was so glad Demeter was helping us out. It was great to have this thrilling delight. I whimpered, plowing my dick into my Goddess's sucking mouth. It was just this treat. This wondrous delight that surged pleasure through me. I groaned as this hot delight shot through me. It was an amazing treat. This hot passion that made heart race.

My hands gripped her hips. I fucked into her hard. I plowed into her. I buried my girl-dick into her mouth. She sucked me with such passion. Her tongue caressed my warm tongue. The pleasure built and built at the tip of my dick.

“Demeter gave me this wondrous treat,” I moaned. “I'm going to fire so much cum into your mouth. You're going to swallow all your cum.”

She moaned. It was incredible. It was this delicious delight.

“That's it,” I moaned. I pumped my clit-dick into her depths, brushing the back of her throat. She made such sucking, slurping sounds. “Make me cum. You're going to love this salty cum firing into her mouth.”

She whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

“I'd be deep-throating you right now, but I want you to taste the cum,” I panted, her sucking mouth building that wondrous ache. I how I missed that treat of exploding into a woman's mouth. That delight of firing my girl-dick into the depths of her hungry mouth. I groaned, my heart screaming in my chest. It was a delicious treat.

I would fire so much jizz into her mouth. I would flood her with so much cum. It would be this incredible treat.

I would give her all that delicious cum. Her tongue danced. My pussy clenched. My ovaries brimmed with jizz. That boil approach. My breasts heaved while my lab coat rustled. This surging heat rushed to the tip of my cock.

My pussy convulsed.

Juices gushed down my thighs as my ovaries unloaded. My dick pulsed and throbbed. Those hot blasts of cum fired from my dick. It spilled into her mouth. Every eruption fired that wonderful pleasure to slam into my mind.

The gentler waves died from my pussy as I fired that last spurt of cum into her mouth. She moaned around me, sucking hard. I gasped at that, my dick twitching in her mouth. She swallowed, that loud, noisy gulp of a woman savoring a load of cum.

Her mouth popped off. Her tongue flicked over her lips. “Wow, a little different. Denser. Heavier, but tasty.”

“Demeter's work,” I said, my heart pounding through my chest. This pleasure was an exquisite treat.”

“So... you're going to make me into a futa, aren't you,” she said rising up. She squeezed her breast through her dress. Two dark patches soaked it. She was still lactating, kept that way by her wife.

I nodded my head.

“Okay, that's hot,” she said and then attacked the zipper of her dress. It rasped as she drew it down. In a moment, she was wiggling it down, revealing her naked body beneath, her nipples beading with milk.

Mine instantly grew wet with my own. With a one-month-old daughter a home, I was producing lots of natural breast milk these days. My futa-dick ached and throbbed before me. I bit my lip, my hips swaying from side to side as the heat surged through me, juices running down my thighs.

She kneaded her tits, her eyes sparking. “So, how are we doing this.”

“Come with me,” I told her, taking her hand and leading her to a table. “I just need to hook you up to some senors and stuff.”

“For science?”

I winked at her.

She stretched her naked body out on the exam table, her black bush soaked with her juices. I caught whiffs of her sweet musk as I moved around her. I attached an oxygen monitor onto the tip of her finger and added a blood pressure cuff to her arm so I could have a measure of that.

She winced at that. “ I have to wear this the entire time?”

“Sorry,” I told Heather as I grabbed the sensors for the EKGchk. 

I attached those around her chest in the right spot to monitor her heart rate. It beeped on the screen, along with other data, like the voltage it produce and the sinus strength. There were the two beeps. Her pulse was elevated with her excitement.

“I'm all quivering,” she said, her toes curling. 

“I bet,” I said, grabbing the ECCchk net next. A group of sensors that would monitor her brain activity, too. I would have so much data to pour over. I pulled that over her head, adjusting it so it pressed against her scalp as best as possible. “You're lucky we don't have to shave you. Back in the old days...”

“So lucky,” she said. “I'm surprised you're not thrusting me into an MRI machine or something.”

“You have to hold steal for those,” I said. “Hard when I'm driving my futa-cock into you.”

“Oh, yes,” she moaned as I pulled out a rectal thermometer next. I licked the metal probe. It was connected by a long wire to the same bank of monitoring equipment. “I need to track all the changes to your body.”

“Where is that going?” she asked as I moved around the foot of the table. I crawled on it, between her thighs, staring down at her pussy.

“Oh, up your ass,” I said, as I dragged the tip of thermometer through her pussy. “I'd use a basal temperature thermometer, but your pussy's going to be occupied.”

“By your futa-cock?” she asked, arching a black eyebrow.

I winked at her.

“Oh, Dr. Charlize, you are a wicked futa.”

I shuddered, reveling in being addressed as a futa. I'd been with Gwen for ten years. I never thought I was jealous of her having a cock. I was in love with her, still in love with her, but I must have been suppressing it, because I was glad I had this big, throbbing dick between my thighs. I didn't have to be left out.

I could fuck hotties, too, and not just share them with my wife. Gwen could lick my cum out of pussies or assholes. She could suck on my dick. I could slide into her pussy and feel her juicy walls around me.

I groaned, staring at Heather's. As I slid the thermometer down her taint to her asshole, I nuzzled my face into her pussy. Her silky pubic hair caressed my cheeks and chin. She gasped as I lapped my tongue through her folds. Her heartbeat increased, the beeping from the machine growing. On her brain wave monitor, activity was lighting up in her PartFOBRAIN.

I jammed my tongue into her sweet depths and thrust the thermometer into her asshole. She gasped, her pussy squeezed around my probing tongue. Her breasts jiggled, adorned in the EKG sensors. I smiled at the sight. She was all adorned for science. She whimpered, her head shifting as I swirled my tongue through her cunt.

“Oh, wow, yes, that's nice,” she said as I licked up her cum. “That's getting me in the mood.”

I lifted my head and the pleasure centers of her brain died down. “I can see that. Everything appears working.”

“Yeah,” she said, looking at her arm. “This cuff sucks.”

“Need to see how it affects your blood pressure. Exercise lowers it, you know. But will being gender-swap change things? Let's find out.”

“Won't the machinery shut off?” she asked as I crawled off the bed, my futa-dick bouncing before me. “I mean, Aphrodite's presence kills all the lights and things in a room. I've been there when Andromeda's made a futa. Even turns my phone off. 

“You're assuming something there,” I said. “I don't have to summon Demeter to change you.”

“Really?” she asked in shock.

“Demeter is a cultivation goddess. She's all about.. planting seed.” A shiver ran through me as I remembered Jordan planting her futa-seed deep in my cunt. “Now let me check everything.”

I went to all the machines. Temperature, pulse, oxygen, blood pressure, brain wave activity, electric charge of her heartbeat. All of it was being collected by the computer, time stamped. I turned on the camera feed, syncing it up to the data. It was pointed right at the examine table from above.

“Mic check,” I said, watching the noise levels rise and fall on the microphone in the ceiling. It was a room collector. Not the best for pristine audio, but more than good enough to record whatever words we said.

“Is everything ready? Because my pussy's wet,” Heather moaned.

I stalked to the head of the table, my eyes falling on her round breasts. Her nipples were covered by the censors. They were both gleaming with her milky fluids. Her cream coated both those pink nubs. I licked my lips, tasting her sweet pussy.

“Just need to gather some other data first,” I said. I leaned over her, my breasts dangling over her face. I cupped her right tit and brought my lip to it. “See how your body reacts when I do this.”

Her heartbeat beeped faster as I suckled. Her milk squirted into my mouth. That sweet, creamy treat, tasting faintly of cantaloupe, burst to life on my tongue. I savored it. My tongue danced around her nub, teasing her. She whimpered and groaned. She suckled on my milk. My cream squirted into her mouth.

My nipple rubbed across her wet mouth. Then her hot lips latched on. She suckled hard from my tit. My pussy clenched. Heat shot through me. That wonderful delight that made me shiver. My juices trickled down my thighs as my milk squirted into her mouth.

We nursed each other.

The EKG beeped with her excited pulse. She whimpered and moaned, her body shifting. I could just see her pleasure centers lighting up on her brain scan. I trembled, my nipple throbbing in her mouth. I gulped down her milk, drinking it as much as I could.

It was such a wicked delight to enjoy. That creamy texture poured down my mouth. It coated my throat. My cheeks hollowed with each suckle. My tongue swirled around her nub. My pussy clenched, the hot cream pouring down my thighs.

My hips wiggled from side to side. She moaned around my nub, so hungry for my milk. Her every suckle sent delight shooting right to the tip of my girl-dick. I ached to be buried in my first pussy. Her pussy.

My eyes flicked down her body to her black bush.

Her thighs rubbed together. She moaned and groaned around my nub, vibrating it. Her tongue caressed it again then she suckled hard. My dick throbbed. That aching need to explode grew and grew. I wanted to spurt my cream into her hungry pussy. 

I would give her so much. I would flood her cunt with it. She would be swimming in my seed. She would love every drop of my futa-cum pumping into my depths. I whimpered, fighting the urge to just fuck her. 

My tongue danced around her nipple. She shuddered and bucked. Her cheeks hollowed. My milk squirted into her mouth while her cream flooded mine. That wonderful delight spilled through me, reaching to my cock.

I couldn't withstand it.

I ripped my mouth off her nipple. I pulled my breast from her, panting. 

“Oh, yes, come fuck me!” moaned Heather. She shuddered on the bed, her body bristling with senors.

I grinned at her, her sweet milk lingering in my mouth. “Once I get around all this equipment.”

She giggled, her thighs rubbing together as I moved around the cords and cables. I wanted to rush to her, but I couldn't unplug anything. I had to preserve the science. It was just as important as that spurting bliss caused by cumming.

I reached the foot of the exam bed and crawled on. It creaked beneath me. She smiled, her legs spread wide. She reached for me with her left hand, her right arm gripped by the cuff, the finger at the end clipped by the blood oxygen monitor.

“Slide that dick into me and make me into a futa!” Heather moaned. “Andromeda is going to flip out when she sees it.”

“Mmm, just keep it a secret for now,” I said. “I want to surprise Gwen when she gets back from her conference.”

“ A big, throbbing futa surprise,” moaned Heather. Her hand seized my cock. The gender-swapped beauty stroked my girl-dick. “Mmm, I bet she'll love it.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, nodding my head.

My girl-cock throbbed and ached in her grip. She pulled me towards her hungry pussy. I shifted, my heart pounding in my chest. This was what I wanted. What I craved. I licked my lips as I came closer and closer to her, my dick twitching and pulsing. The delight built in me. This wondrous moment that would lead to the fiery eruption.

She pressed my cock into her pussy as I settled atop her. Her thighs wrapped around my waist as she grinned at me. Her silky curls and hot labia caressed my dick. That heat beckoned. Her pussy would feel amazing.

I thrust into her hard.

“Yes!” I moaned, sinking into my first pussy.

My eyes widened at the silky sheath that swallowed my cock. This wondrous friction rippled down my shaft to my pussy. My ovaries grew tense, just like my balls used to when I had a load of cum to erupt.

I might breed Andromeda.

That almost made my hips pump. Almost. But I was reveling in being in her pussy so much. Her heart rate beeped fast and furious as she squirmed. Her cunt clenched and relaxed about me. Every bit of my dick was being socked by her juices.

Her warm juices.

That silky sheath felt amazing. My breasts swayed and my lab coat rustled as I trembled. I wanted to fuck her but I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay buried in her forever. To just experience this delight until the end of time.

What a delicious treat that would be.

“You got to fuck me!” she moaned, her sensor-dotted breasts jiggling as she swirled her hips around me. “You have to make me cum! You have to make me into a futa!”

“Yes!” I moaned. “For science!”

“And orgasms!” Heather moaned.

My eyes widened. My glasses shifted. I pushed them up and nodded my head in agreement. I drew back my head, eager to have my first orgasm in a woman's pussy. Her tight cunt gripped my dick as I drew back. The pleasure radiated down my cock to my pussy.

Then I slammed back forward. I buried to the hilt in her pussy. The pleasure swelled through me. This thundering heat that gripped my girl-dick. I groaned, licking my lips. My pussy was on fire. This juicy delight that gripped me. Held me.

I loved it. I panted, my heart screaming in my chest. My hips pumped away, ramming hard and fast into that wondrous depths. It was incredible. The silky friction from her wet pussy walls massaged my cock, spilling delight down to my cunt.

“Is it incredible?” asked Heather, her heart rate monitor practically screaming at us with her fast beat. “Huh? Fucking a pussy with your dick again!”

“I only ever slipped into one pussy!” I moaned. “When I was changed. I don't remember, but... but... Oh, god, this is amazing.”

“You're a virgin!” Heather grinned, her pussy squeezing around my dick. She worked her hips, her tits jiggling, the senors clinging to her perky flesh. “Ooh, yes, yes pound my cunt with that virgin cock! Erupt in me!”

“I'll fire so much futa-seed into you!” I moaned, my glasses slipping on my face.

My head tossed from side to side as I thrust. The pleasure built and built in my depths. I shifted my hips, my pussy clenching and relaxing as I plundered my girl-dick in and out of her pussy. Her cunt clung to me, gripping me, driving me towards my eruption.

It was amazing. I missed on on this delight as a boy, but I got to experience as a girl. As a futa. Stars were already dancing before my eyes. My tits bounced before me. Drops of milk flicked out from them, splattering her round mounds.

“Yes, yes, fuck that dick into my cunt!” moaned Heather. “Cum in me! I want that jizz spurting into me. I want to be a futa, too!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, glancing at her brain activity. So much lights were bursting through her as she built towards her own orgasm. “I'm going to make you explode on my futa-dick!”

“Yes!” heather moaned, her left hand caressing my stomach. 

She slid higher and higher as I pumped my girl-dick in and out of her pussy. I reveled in the tight embrace of that silky sheath. She squeezed around me while her breasts climbed up to my tit. She squeezed it. Kneaded it. This kinky delight shot out of me. I whimpered. My pussy clenched. The heat dripped out of me. I groaned, biting my lip.

I plunged harder, faster into her. I buried to the hilt in her cunt again and again. She moaned, squeezing her pussy down around me. She gripped me. My breasts heaved and bounced before me as that wonderful ache swelled through me. That need to cum. To erupt.

The ache built at the tip. That wonderful moment hurtled closer and closer. The exam bed creaked. More milk flicked from my breasts as my ovaries grew tighter and tighter. My futa-seed was eager to spill into her.

To plant in her and grow her into a futa.

“You're going to blossom!” I moaned. “Demeter will tend to you and give you what you need. It's going to be incredible.”

“Uh-huh!” she whimpered. “Oh, I want that so badly. Just keep fucking into me. Keep making me explode. I love it. This is suck a hot treat.”

“I know,” I moaned, my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh, yes, yes, cum on my dick. I want you milking out my seed.”

I grabbed her milk-wet nipples, punching them. Her breasts jiggled, sensors shifting. She groaned, her face scrunching up. Cables swayed as she shuddered. Her brain waves grew moire intense. Her activity almost shining from the monitor as her face scrunched.

Then she cried out in wordless rapture. Her pussy convulsed around my thrusting futa-dick. I experienced that wonderful massage of feminine flesh spasming around my cock for the first time. That joy Gwen felt every time I orgasmed when she fucked me.

“Demeter,” I moaned, pounding into Heather's cunt.

Her flesh rippled around me. This intense bliss shot through me. I bit my lip at it. I buried to the hilt in her. The pleasure of her pussy sucked at my tip. The ache grew and grew. Then I hit that point of no return.

That moment of knowing I would cum in a few seconds.

My hips slammed forward. I buried my clit-dick to the hilt in her convulsing pussy. My ovaries tightened. My cunt clenched. I threw back my head, tits heaving before me, and howled out in bliss as my cock erupted.

My futa-seed fired into her fertile cunt.

“DemeterSpell!” I howled. “DemeterSPELL!”

More than my cum fired out of me. I felt the cultivation of Demeter reaching through the lust to touch my futa-spunk splashing into Heather's pussy. She gasped, her eyes bulging. Her heart rate went so high, the machine beeping. Her brain activity shifted, charged as I pumped the hot seed into her cunt.

As the pleasure slammed through my mind, firing from my erupting cock, she changed. Her clit thrust out before her, growing, blossoming into her futa-dick. I grabbed it, stroking it, grinning as it swelled and swelled in my hand.

“I'm becoming a futa!” she moaned as her spasming pussy milked my clit-dick dry. “I'm growing a cock!”

“A big, beautiful cock!” I moaned, lost to the pleasure. My mind ached and throbbed. “Oh, we're going to do more experiments. I'm going to have so much data to go over.”

“Yes!” moaned Heather, her dark eyes bright. “Oh, thank you, Demeter, for giving me this wonderful treat.”

“Uh-huh!” I panted, my orgasm dying in me. “She's such a loving goddess!”

I couldn't wait for Gwen to return from her trip. And until then, I would have so much fun collecting data and doing experiments. When Gwen returned, I would surprise her with my clit-dick and all I learned.

It would be so hot.

To be continued...