Go along with the test, but add a little flair

You decide you can't just use your powers on the doctor and avoid the test altogether - who knows if someone else might check on your results. Besides, the data might be useful for your own purposes.

"Would it help if I took some of my clothes off?" You pause for several seconds, stretching the tension. "For the test, I mean," you finish.

Dr Kim's cheeks grow rosy at your allusion. "Perhaps. Where do you release your chemicals from?"

"All over," you answer, "though some places more than others." {if Futa==true}You shift your weight to the right as you place your hands on your hips, thrusting out your chest. The pretty doctor eyes the prominent mounds straining against your shirt, then the bulge between your legs, before looking back up to meet your eyes. You smirk knowingly at her.{else}You shift to a wider stance, holding your hands behind your back, and make cool but meaningful eye contact with the pretty doctor.{endif}

Chae bites her lip nervously. "I think you probably ought to take them off, in that case," she says quietly. "For the test."

You suppress a smile as you slowly undress, taking your time. Chae turns back to the computer console, but as you take off your shirt, revealing your {if Futa==true}lacy black bra and chiselled {endif}abs, she can't help but sneak a look. You can see in this woman's eyes how much she desires you, and you're going to enjoy stringing her out for it.

{if Futa==true}You finally, teasingly slide your jeans down your perfectly smooth, toned legs, the doctor seeming to forget herself as she stares at you. Finally, you step out of the garment, leaving you covered only by your panties and bra. You don't need the bra, of course - your tits support themselves - but from the way Chae salivates every time she looks at them, you knew it was a good decision.{else}You finally drop your trousers, and stand in front of her, wearing only your boxers. You can feel your dick pressing against the thin fabric; Chae can't seem to take her eyes off its prominent outline.{endif}

"Is this enough?" you ask, smiling knowingly{if Futa==true}, feeling your hardened nipples pressing their shape through the bra, your dick threatening to tear straight through the fabric that constrains it{endif}.

The good doctor flushes a dark pink, and takes a couple of shuddering breaths, trying to compose herself.

"I... I think that, for the test to be accurate, you ought to take {if Futa==true}them{else}it{endif} off. I mean, you need to be naked. For the test to work properly." She does her best to sound professional, but stumbles between half-baked sentences, straining to prevent herself from glancing down again.

You tuck your thumbs under your waistband, then look up at her expectantly. "Well? Aren't you going to turn around?"

Chae's cheeks darken even further, as she awkwardly complies. As you finally strip, you can see how much it's killing her to be this close, how desperately she has to fight to avoid peeking. A couple of times you think she's going to break, but the last fibres of her discipline somehow hold her back.

You close the cubicle behind you as you step in, and tell the doctor you're ready. She turns back round, and almost swoons at the sight of your naked body, blurred by the frosted glass between you. With a barrier in place, she's just about able to focus, quickly running tests on both your passive and active secretions.

"We measure the concentration of any chemicals you emit, and they will be run through a mass spectrometer and any other machines necessary to derive the structure. Then we'll run some simulations, and try to understand exactly what physiological effects they have."

As the booth deactivates, you step out of it, and languidly reach for your clothes. As you do, Chae turns around - apparently by accident - and comes face to face with your {if Futa==true}python{else}manhood{endif}. Her lips part as she stares at it, mesmerized.

You pick up your underwear with a grin. "Er, Dr Kim? Do you mind if I..."

"No!" she blurts urgently. "I mean, there's no need," she improvises with a sitcom-esque tone. Her words are more intonated than usual, spilling from her mouth like a waterfall. "This is a professional environment, after all, and I need to take some, some preliminary measurements, while we wait for the results."

"If you're comfortable with this," you shrug, following her over to the scales. Chae's eyes flick back to you, and she exhales in a way that sounds very comfortable with the situation. Wordlessly, you stand as Chae unrolls a measuring tape and stands behind you, starting with your shoulder width. Her hands glide across your skin, {if Futa==true}sending tingles{else}raising hairs{endif} behind them, though you detect a slight tremble to her touch. She measures the length of your spine, then moves down to your {if Futa==true}powerful, Amazonian {endif}legs. You glance back to see her chest heaving, as she desperately tries to focus on holding the tape measure steady. Although you haven't been actively releasing any pheromones, she's been inhaling your musk for the past half hour; if anything, you're impressed she's lasted this long.

As the doctor stands up to measure your {if Futa==true}bust{else}chest{endif} size, you turn your head to meet her charcoal-black eyes.

"Are you sure this is sensible?" you ask.

"Of course," replies the Korean babe, her face inches from your{if Futa==true} tit{endif}s. "I am always..." she seems to gag on the word, "...professional." {if Futa==true}She breathlessly rolls the tape over your colossal globes, seeming to accidentally pass over your stone-hard nipples as she does so.

"Oops," she blushes, noticing. "I'd better adjust that, so your nipples don't distort the reading." You can't help a half-gasp as Dr Kim's soft fingers brush the erogenous skin of your areoles, as she moves the tape measure to a more representative position. For a moment, Chae seems hypnotised, staring at your tits with something approaching awe, and you are convinced she's seconds from leaning forwards, sinking her mouth onto your nipples and sucking for all she's worth. But to your slight surprise, she closes her eyes resolutely, then reads off the number.{else}She closes her eyes resolutely, then finishes reading off the number.{endif}

"All done?" you say, smiling coolly.

You see something finally break within Chae. "Well, you do have an unusually large..." she inhales deeply, "...penis. I probably should measure it to - to make sure your clothes have enough room."

You gesture your consent, and Chae swallows as she kneels next to your groin. Her fingers are cool and soft as they slowly roll out the tape along your flaccid length, revealing it to be a comfortable {if Futa==true}nine{else}six{endif} inches.

The doctor licks her lips subconsciously. "Perhaps... perhaps we should take the measurement when erect. Just in case."

With barely a thought, your dick jumps upwards, swelling before her eyes, to reach {if Futa==true}fourteen{else}nine{endif} long, thick inches. You could probably top {if Futa==true}two feet{else}eighteen{endif}if you really wanted to find your maximum length, but you're very much immersed in the moment.

By this point Chae is practically drooling on your cock, completely hypnotized by it, her brain totally overwritten by your pheromones. "For something like this... I find... a more tactile approach... to be best."

Her head gently dips down to your dick, her moist lips parting smoothly around your wide head, as she runs her tongue over every square millimetre of available skin. Slowly sinking further down, she begins to suck on it expertly, placing a hand on your hamstrings for support.{if Futa==true} Her cute pink lips look adorably small next to your behemoth.{endif} You bury your hands in her silky black hair, letting yourself be transported by the marvellous sensations coming from downstairs.

Chae goes as far as she can,{if Futa==true} jaw straining,{endif} before slowly drawing back off again, blowing you with frankly astounding expertise. Gently releasing your tip, she murmurs, "If only my husband had something like this..."

O-ho, you think to yourself, as the Korean girl slides back onto your cock. "Do you like cheating on your husband with me, Chae?"

She moans an affirmative around your cock, sucking more intensely.

"Does it turn you on, knowing you're cheating on him for a bigger, better{if Futa==true}, futa{endif} dick?"

Chae moans another yes, increasing the frequency of her bobbing.

"And what a naughty doctor you are, cheating with one of your patients no less."

She groans around you, then shoves as much into her mouth as she can take, gagging on your crown.

At that moment, two knocks come rapidly from the door, and before you can respond, it opens.