Please take off your clothes for the examination.

I was thankful though that I’d had both my armour and cape thoroughly cleaned out when I got into the medical bay though as I was met with an unmasked Dr. Carpenter and S.M.O Dougal who were waiting on me with charts, ready to take down information on my body’s condition though I guess they knew that I’d decontaminated beforehand.

I’d read up on personnel files of staff that I might need to interact with more on a more consistent basis and Dr. Carpenter and S.M.O Dougal did come up. I will say though that it is disconcerting the sort of information that Super Earth would document and make available to ranking officers. Both Dr. Carpenter and S.M.O Dougal were listed in detail as “assigned female at birth, feminine-identifying, female anatomy” and that was something that was a little odd to note in my opinion. I would ask what business it is of Super Earth’s to specifically note the gender identity and anatomy of those in its service outside of medical necessities but I remembered what the regime was like.

In any case, Dr. Carpenter had me strip myself down in the examination room and they seemed to have an outsized interest in my body that went a little beyond that of medical interest.

“No injuries visible on Helldiver Jacobsen, Dr. Carpenter.” said Dougal, looking at me while snapping on a pair of examination gloves and approaching me.

“I should hope not or I’m in trouble, ‘cuz I don’t feel anything.” I said to the two of them, trying to lighten the mood a little, my eyes falling on Dr. Carpenter while she notes what Dougal relays to her.

“Shall I proceed?”

“Go ahead.” came the reply from Dr. Carpenter, her eyes intently looking over my body in a way that was reminiscent of a diner watching a waiter bring food over to the next table.

My eyes then fell upon Dougal, what was Dougal meant to do for Dr. Carpenter to observe and record? It all became clear when Dougal began unbuckling and unbuttoning her dark green medical technician’s uniform trimmed with red and white accents to reveal her rather svelte and shapely figure that was rather well-hidden underneath the uniform, her D-cup breasts covered by a rather simple grey sports bra.

I couldn’t help but stare and pursed my lips, my thoughts in disarray. Proceed with what? Why is Dougal getting undressed? What the fuck is going on, this can’t be standard protocol could it? In the midst of my thoughts flying through my head, Dougal had already moved onto the next phase of lubing up her gloved hands with what I can only assume was future K-Y Jelly.

“Hey, what’s going on? What sort of examination is this?” I asked while Dougal spread the lube mostly around her palms and between her fingers.

“Don’t worry Helldiver Jacobsen. This is all routine, we need a genetic sample for analysis and for preservation.” said Dr. Carpenter, looking up from her chart and into my eyes.

“Is… this how that’s obtained?” I asked, unsure of her assertion.

“Yes. That’s how we’re collecting it with you, Helldiver. Please follow our instructions as we go.”

Swallowing a metaphorical brave pill, I nodded at Dougal, acceding to their request and methodology. Starting with spreading some additional lube onto my slowly hardening cock, Dougal ensured that no part of my skin was left unlubricated before beginning in earnest.

“Keep us informed about how you’re feeling Helldiver. We’re with you every step of the way.” said Carpenter, putting her chart down and retrieving a sample jar. “Have you ever ejaculated before?”

“What kinda question is that?” I asked, raising my eyebrows with an indescribable expression on my face while Dougal continued her sensual ministrations.

“The clinical, medical kind Helldiver. Just want to know if you can identify the feeling so you can let me know when to collect.”

“Nng- yes- yes I have before.”

Dougal’s good, perhaps uncommonly good even. I’m not sure what her being good at giving handjobs implies but I’m glad that I’m not a quickshot from her working me over with both hands. Still got some pride in me as a man after all.

“Good, let me know before, not during.”

While I wasn’t trying to hold back, it wasn’t particularly easy to get my cum to be… uh forthcoming either just from Dougal’s rather skillful hands alone. However, slowly but surely, I could feel it bubbling away, building from deep within.

“Have you had much success with this, Helldiver?” asked Dougal, almost completely out of the blue. “Girls or guys have to be falling over themselves for this, I know I would!”

“Now now Dougal. We’re working at the moment. Concentrate.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Soon enough, the levee got close to bursting and I had to notify Dr. Carpenter that I was close. Swooping in with a jar just before I felt my nuts tighten and my cock pulse while Dougal held on and kept me steady through the throes of my orgasm, Dr. Carpenter looked like the cat that got the cream.

“My my, if this is normal for you… We will have some fascinating times ahead.” cooed Dr. Carpenter, examining the amount in the jar. “Alright I will have to prepare this sample. Thank you Helldiver. Why don’t you let Dougal take care of you? Unless you have another mission lined up?”

“I… uh… don’t actually.” I said to her absentmindedly for a moment before I realised that I needed to up the control on Dr. Carpenter to not physically keep my genetic material onboard. Thinking quickly, I altered her mind a little through my nanite connection to have her dispose of my cum in the most expedient way available to her without needing to use any machinery… straight down her throat. What I didn’t expect though was for Dr. Carpenter to lick her lips upon swallowing.

“Alright, I’ll attend to my other duties now. Dougal, please remember to make yourself decent when Jacobsen’s finished.”

“Yes, Dr. Carpenter.” giggled Dougal, watching her leave.