Observations

"That really was a long time for an erection," Brynn noted as she made notes. "And how long has this one been going on?" Now she was indicating to your obvious erection tucked in your shorts.

"About an hour," you told her.

"And you've already cum?"

"Yep."

"Hmmm..." The brunette tapped the end of her pencil against her chin. She was made up quite noticeably today, wearing more make up and also letting her hair down so that her now smooth and stretched curls fell to her shoulders. She wore a tight blue shirt, the top three buttons undone and showing just barely the tops of her dark and suggestively lacy bra. Her forest green pencil skirt brushed just above her knees. It had a loose and wavy hem that hid her secrets from view as she crossed her legs. "No discomfort?" she asked, bringing your attention back up to her spectacles.

"Not yet," you said warily.

"Right," she responded, remembering your earlier description about how the pain built over time until it became almost unbearable. "Do you think you can cum again?"

"Uh...what like right now?" you asked, taken aback by the eagerness in her tone. She nodded. There was a moment of silent thought as you took stock of your body. "I don't think so," you said finally. "Not so soon after." She nodded again and made more notes. When she put down her notepad she stretched her arms out and sighed, her bountiful chest threatening to pop a shirt button at you.

"Your patient must be pretty close by if you made it there and back in such short time," said the scientist, no sense of suspicion in her tone at all. It was sweet how trusting she was of your cover story.

"Yeah she's just a couple of blocks away," you lied.

"Do you think I could talk to her?" Brynn said, curious and excited by the prospect of meeting who you were currently donating to. "I would love to get her personal record of how her experience has changed with the bigger loads. If it's helped control her cravings more. If it's affected the taste. The consistency." She realised she was getting ahead of herself and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, got excited. Um, do you think that she would be up for something like that? You did say she was a bit timid about this whole thing... I wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable." With how Brynn just kept going on and practically talked herself out of it there wasn't much need for you to make up any excuses. Oh sweet beautiful naive Brynn...

"I can pass the questions on," you offered. This compromise seemed manageable and your colleague put her notes away to bring out her case onto the table again. Your aunt had been sitting on the couch pretending to mind her own business. She had been so quiet you almost forgot she was there and as you stood you began undoing your shorts. Brynn raised a hand to stop you from embarrassing yourself, not that she thought your cock was anything to be particularly embarrassed about.

"Oh right," you remembered, looking over your shoulder. "Uh, Aunt Les do you mind if we had some privacy?" The woman got to her feet with a smile, rolling up her magazine to take it with her.

"Don't have too much private fun," she said with a wink before making her exit.

"Pill first," Brynn reminded you, offering a smaller purple capsule this time which you downed easily. You finished undoing your shorts and released your erection. The scientist widened her eyes a moment, seeing how fully engorged you were. She seemed a little breathless. You breathed out when her gloved hand wrapped around your shaft and she moved your cock to one side. "Wow you are ... very hard..." she noted, fingers now in search for the injection spot again. You could only nod, Brynn's hands on your fully erect cock feeling so amazing you wondered if your earlier estimation that you wouldn't be able to ejaculate again so soon might be proven wrong. "So your about your aunt..." she began, trying to sound casual. You felt yourself shrink a little at her mentioning the woman who was sucking your cock on the daily but managed to play it off as just a normal reaction to Brynn's fondling. "She's single right?"

You swallowed, getting an inkling of where this was going but deciding to be a little coy for now.

"Well she does not have a boyfriend," you said, trying not to smirk. Brynn didn't try to not roll her eyes as she prodded your testicles.

"Does she have a girlfriend?" she said, playing along. Her hand swept up your cock as she tried to stretch your meat out to examine your deeper flesh and the sensation made you shiver.

"She does not... how did you know, by the way?" you asked her, curious as to how obvious things were. You'd only ever known your aunt to be a lesbian so it was hard for you to gauge if she was particularly stereotypical.

"What? That she was gay? I don't think your aunt is trying to hide it, and also I'm a woman of science. I observe things," she said, leaning in to get a closer look at your crotch. "I'm a keen observer."

"So then... are you a lesbian too?" you wondered aloud. She jabbed you with the injector pen and you jumped, forgetting that she didn't answer as you felt the serum flow into the base of your cock.

"Would it be weird if I ... asked Leslie out?" Brynn finally ventured as she pulled the injector away. You inhaled to calm your tiny adrenaline rush, noticing that your colleague was now absently stroking your erection as she waited for you to respond.

"Why would it be weird?" you asked curiously, trying not to pull any faces as she continued to gently jerk you off. She was not even aware that she was doing it by the look of deep thought on the woman's innocent face.

"Well she's your aunt," said Brynn with a shrug, her grip tightening around you marginally. She resumed her **** wanking as she went on. "I don't want you to feel awkward knowing I'm out on a date with your aunt... especially if we end up really getting along. Or worse, if we don't."

"Fuck..." you sighed, Brynn's technique making you shiver with sensation as her fingers ran up near the head of your cock.

"Yeah it's probably a bad idea, forget I even-"

"No it's not that," you said, cutting her off breathlessly. "It's... your hand..." Brynn tilted her head in confusion then realised what she was doing.

"Oh! Sorry!" she said, letting you go and putting her hands up defensively. "I get stuck in sample gathering mode sometimes." You so wished she would properly gather your sample, but just sighed and waved dismissively.

"It's fine," you said. "And I mean that about my aunt too. If you want to ask her out, go for it. I think she likes you too."

"She does?" Brynn gasped, face lighting up and blushing at the same time. She stood and you chuckled while pulling your pants back on.

"I thought you were a keen observer," you teased her.

"That was quick," said your aunt, sauntering back into the room again at way too convenient a moment. Again, your colleague didn't seem to notice her timing, and now you were certain about why. She smiled so warmly at your aunt's approach it almost gave you a fuzzy feeling too. Brynn glanced at you and you returned a small nod.

"I'm gonna get a drink," you announced, leaving for the kitchen, feeling like a weird sort of overgrown, constantly erect cupid trying to hook up two women who had very recently both handled your cock. For science.