Slut Galaxy/Chapter One/Tell me more about my purpose doctor

From Create Your Own Story

"Essentially, yes," the gorgeous doctor says simply. "Your genes are the answer to the warlord's virus. By sharing your genes with the women of the galaxy, you might reverse the alterations to our DNA. To put it bluntly, you need to get as many women pregnant as you can."

She looks at you with sympathy. "I know it's a daunting task, but it's one the universe needs you to do." Then a naughty smile grows on her face. "And besides, given the way you keep staring at my body, I think you might even enjoy yourself."

The busty brunette winks at you and shrugs off her lab coat, leaving her dressed in tight black pants, tall black boots and a white jumper with a polo neck. Her body is unbelievable, like something right out of your wildest fantasies. She sets down her clipboard and lab coat on a desk nearby and turns back to you.

"I can tell you like what you see. And that's good, because you'll be seeing a lot more of it out there in the galaxy. You see, the virus not only left us incapable of having boys, it also changed us. It made us into more sexual beings. Whilst I'm sure that there were women from your own time that had bodies like mine, they would have been rare, and sought after. But now? Now it's the norm. We're naturally slender, our asses are naturally tighter, and our tits... well, let's just say that my bustiness is not out of the ordinary. Every woman in the galaxy has a body similar to mine."

Your pole has started to stiffen at the sight of her and her lewd descriptions of her body. Suddenly she notices it, and her eyes go wide with shock. She gasps and shudders.

"Oh my..." she purrs, her cheeks flushing. "I... wow, I didn't expect that." She turns back to you, meeting your eyes, though you can tell she suddenly seems very distracted. "There's one more thing I should probably tell you," she says, looking back at your throbbing tool. "Our genes make us crave cock."

You notice that her hand has slipped beneath the waistband of her black pants. "We've been trying to deal with that addiction for centuries now, making do with what we can in the absence of men. Dildos, strap-ons, everything we could muster to replicate the look and feel of a penis. I... I thought we'd succeeded, but now I found myself in such close proximity to a real cock... I can't think straight... A real, hard, beautiful, delicious-looking cock..." She moans.

You realise with a start that her face has flushed red. She's getting herself off right in front of you! The sight unsurprisingly makes your pole jerk.

She's staring straight at your rigid dick, obviously extremely aroused by it. Her breathing is heavy.

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