Morning Sample Analysis

Still a little dazed after getting drained by the robot, when Dr. McGee returned to the room she clicked her tongue. You still had your cock out, drooping but not exactly flaccid, and probably a little too slowly you pulled your pants back up.

She took the flask from 669 on her way to a device attached to the wall and when she raised it up she paused, surprised. She brought the glass up until the spherical base of it, currently filled with your big morning load, was at her eye level.

“Wow this is… substantial,” she said, mesmerised by the sample size you had provided. Some of it still clung to the sides of the container, but it seemed slippery enough that your jizz quickly drizzled down to the bottom to be collected together. By your eyeballing and feeling how light your nuts were now, you guessed about 25 ml of your cum was in it. She cupped the bowl of it with one hand and remarked softly, “it’s still warm…”

Her fascination with your jug of cum was already bringing life back to your thing, but even you weren’t this fast at refilling your semen stores. “You must have some form of **** hyperspermia yes?” she asked, when she finally pulled her eyes away from your creamy load.

“Another reason I’m such a sought after doner,” you confirmed. She nodded then, to your further surprise and urging even more blood to return to your boner, she brought the lip of the flask to her nose and gave it a couple of sniffs.

“Hmm,” she noted, as if she had just swirled a glass of wine beneath her nose. “Interesting.” You didn’t know how to respond to that, and she didn’t go on. Instead she plugged the cum receptacle into a pronged device on the wall then gestured some commands at a panel next to it. The device looked like a series of tubes and pipes feeding into different readers, looking like some strange glass circuit board on the wall. It slowly began to be filled with your load, the tubes turning white as cum was extracted from the receptacle. Beeps and hums sang out of the machine and the doctor studied the readouts on her screen closely. “Remarkable… truly remarkable,” she was saying as you stepped up next to her to try and observe and maybe learn something.

“How are we lookin, Doc?” you wondered, watching every pipe on the wall shifting from transparent to milky white as your semen was disseminated throughout the analyzing board.

“Your specimen is … perfect,” she said. “It’s tops every category we need for the addiction treatments. Look!” Leaning in to look at where her finger was pointing to the screen you took in what you saw. These were definitely high readings. The different amino acids and enzymes that made cum so seemingly desirable for those affected had been studied at great lengths and why it worked was still mostly a mystery. What researchers could work out were the correlations between certain donor sample compositions and what seemed to hold off certain symptoms for longer. These were not always consistent for all patients, but there were definitely gold standards formulated from the observations. Luckily you had hit the genetic jackpot in producing some of the best cum there was for this purpose.“If we hadn’t already ruled it out from tested you for the genes and markers I would have thought you could be some kind of metahuman.”

You gave a smile at the notion and watched the doctor sit down to work. After a few minutes of being ignored in lieu of your load (which wasn’t the first time) you looked about the room.

“What should I do now? Do you need help with anything or…” you asked, Tina sparing you a glance as she typed.

“Not right now,” she said, probably not meaning to sound dismissive but you did feel a bit brushed off. Dr McGee appeared to catch her tone however and put down her coffee. “We have uploaded your research data and notes to the servers so you can continue what you were doing on Earth on any one of the workstations,” she said, gesturing to the consoles around you. Convenient. You took up a seat one spot away from the doctor to give her a bit of space and not be distracted.

“How long do you need before you can provide another sample?” she asked you after a few quiet moments. “A full load. One as big as the last one.” You looked over to her on her clarification, still noticing her distractingly long legs, the peek of underwear in her coat pocket reminding you that she probably wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt for some reason…

“That same amount? Five hours is my best guess,” you said. “I’ll need to increase my caloric intake if I’m expected to give you as many loads as you seem to want.” Your phrasing perked up the doctor’s ear and when she looked at you her eyebrows went through a series of uncertain angles.

“Right. The guardians should be able to provide whatever meals you need,” she said, then returned to concentrating on her work. You went on with yours.