Back inside, you forgot something (gigantic breasts, hairy)

You’re going to meet Charlie and make a pickup, of course. You stop in your tracks only halfway down the hall. Pick it up, and put it where? Your fanny pack is still sitting under the desk.

You go back to the exam room. As you sit in the chair and duck under the desk, you hear a door slam shut in the hallway. You hold your breath, hoping it’s just one of the other lab geeks. No such luck.

Your adviser and senior technology researcher, Dr. Bela Nigam, stalks into the room behind you like a predator, eyeing you up through her semen-smudged half-rimmed glasses. The first part of her to enter are her Indian fertility-goddess sized tits, each one almost as big as Chloe’s belly gets with one baby at full term. The first time you saw Dr. Nigam upright with those ungodly flesh sacks knocking around, you were waiting for her to fall over. But she’s had a long time to practice maneuvering them and a body far more drastically modified than any of OBGYN’s Breeders.

Dr. Nigam is an Original. An OG, captured by the invaders almost twenty years ago and freed when OBGYN banished them. Her RAD was not designed to be read, edited, or removed, and its settings are pretty drastic. She learned to live with it, even while she was perpetually in heat and getting fattened up with the children of men she sometimes seduced, sometimes **** with the enhanced muscles that hold her chubby, impossibly well-endowed body up. So really, it’s impressive that she’s as functional as she is, not even 40 but with all those years of breeding ravaging her body and mind...

As always, the crazy old bitch is completely naked aside from a white lab coat that drifts around her plump thighs and a pair of grey running shoes, streaked with dried sexual fluids. The streaking is worst on the insides of her shoes near the ankles, where her own slick juices from her perpetually-leaking oversexed cunt roll down the insides of her plump thighs, stain the back of her lab coat, and finally pool in her shoes or on the floor.

Dr. Nigam looks healthy enough, but she does not put effort into her appearance. Her thick black hair is oily and tangled, and her brown skin would be smooth and soft if not for the fact that she probably doesn’t even own a razor. You know Dr. Nigam only bothers with the lab coat in order to convey some semblance of professionalism to her esteemed colleagues who know how much of a whore she is but prefer not to acknowledge it. She has no reason to hide her true nature from students like yourself. And she isn’t. Even as she’s walking through the door, she’s fucking her hairy cunt with all five fingers of one hand and squeezing one of her huge nipples with the other, panting loudly as she approaches you at your desk. You try to greet her politely.

“Hello, Dr. Nig-,” you begin.
Dr. Nigam’s plump body shakes all over as she cums with an obnoxious moan, squirting all over the floor next to you as she fucks herself so hard her hand blurs. She manages to taper the moan off into intelligible speech, addressing you while merely slowing down her masturbation:

“Joe, you’ve really outdone yourself! I’ve got to thank you for the movie you’ve made for me today with the adorably developing Chloe. Are you two really lovers?” None of her damn business. But you won’t say that. The juicy sounds of her fingers in her cunt punctuate the silence. “You kids are so indecisive!”

You cringe internally while trying to remain calm as Dr. Nigam pulls your chair back from the desk, revealing your cock, still half-hard from daydreaming about what you would do with your modified D-band. The fucking whore actually squeals with excitement, and pulls you up from the chair by your wrists with surprisingly little effort.

She ropes you into an extremely unprofessional hug, groping your back muscles and ass, her gigantic tits squished against your sides while your cock presses against her thick black pubes that grow all the way up to her belly button in an upward-pointing triangle. Your ever-rapey adviser is almost as tall as you and your face is buried in her shiny black hair as she nuzzles her cheek against yours. Dr. Nigam’s thick body odor – sorry Doc, pheromones – is triggering your breeding urges despite yourself. Her scent is inhumanly, overwhelmingly female and you can’t stop your cock from hardening against the folds of her many-times overstretched belly as you breathe it in. Your arms, resting on her shoulders, reluctantly fold around her. Dammit, you had plans and she’s making it hard to remember what they were.

“Dr. Nigam…” you begin, as she has been clinging to you for just a few beats too long.

“Call me Bela…” she says, “no, Auntie Bela!” Dr. Nigam laughs a little too loudly near your ear.

“…Auntie Bela,” you say, regretting it immediately. Dr. Nigam giggles. You free yourself from her grasp. She clasps her hands together, her arms pushing her meaty tits together in front of her so they bulge out far enough you take a step back.

“No, actually, that’s too much! Just Bela is fine.” She laughs and lets her arms fall to her sides, her gigantic tits shaking, huge nipples jumping every direction. That’s where Bela draws the line? She’s insane. And why is she acting… familiar with you today? Normally she just asks to use you, or rather, tells you she’s going to use you.

Bela sits in your chair, her huge ass overlapping either side. She logs in to the computer and pulls up the illicit video. You look down as she’s working and see that there is a stray black hair, darker than your own, stuck to your hard cock. You pluck it off. Damn thing won’t go down when she’s in the room. As soon as her fuck pheromones roll into a corner of the lab every man in there is ready to go like he's been ****. You walk toward the door, but you feel a tap on your shoulder and stop. Bela moves damn quickly and quietly for an old lady with thirty pound tits!

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bela asks, casually closing and locking the door in front of you.

“I made some plans for today, you said…” you stop, already knowing she won’t let you go easily. Bela puts one hand on your shoulder, mashing a massive tit against your arm, and marches you back to the desk, her other hand audibly rubbing her own pussy. She sits you back down in the chair and rubs the slick juices from her hand on your hard cock, licking her lips.

“I need help to properly watch this video, Joe. And you’re the only man who can help me. After all, you’re the only man who knows it exists.” Bela promised you an early science rank advancement for your help filming her illegal dirty movie. And she also promised that as far as anyone was concerned, you didn’t know the video existed. “Won’t you help your poor Auntie Bela?” She smiles, but not with her eyes. Those just stare at you, hungrily.