A.1 No!

As Evelyn stares at destiny she begins to quake with excitement. Her breath catches in her throat and she carefully creeps towards her creation lying on the cool steel table. She tentatively grasps Subject 101's phallus, her fist unable to fully encircle his wet sticky girth, and squeezes it. Her fingers press in the smallest amount before the spongy green skin gives way to rock hard muscle. She withdraws her hand and examines it. She sees the glint of the florescent light reflects off the slime that coats her hand and brings it to her nose for a sniff. The heady aroma nearly sends her to her knees. She extends her tongue and licks it. It is salty and fizzes in her mouth like baking soda. She begins to leak through her panties and drip down her thigh. She can't take it anymore.

She drops her lab coat from her shoulders, pulls her massive soft tits from her dress, and pulls her panties down. She then clambers up on top of the table, straddles the subjects thighs, and sits her sex on top of his huge balls. She takes his cock and presses it flat against her torso. To her surprise it passes through the valley of her tits, the tip almost in line with her shoulders. She tilts her head down and places subject 101's fat head between her upper lip and nostrils and inhales his scent. She wishes she could bathe in it. She opens her mouth wide and takes the tip in, the wet and warm confines of her mouth engulfing it. She closes her lips just below his ridge and begins to suck. Her tongue is flat and wide aginst his underside. She wraps her tits around his long slick shaft and presses her whole body against him and begins sliding up and down, taking as much as she can deeper into her.

Subject 101 begins to stir, his legs shifting behind her, his wrists twitching inside the manacles that lock him into the table. A low growl shakes his chest.