Medical Records

Maria had the reporter's pants down, rubbing her cheek against Lois' bare ass, planting little kisses and taking playful bites. Lois left the pheromone-drunk barmaid to her play as she bent over the filing cabinet, pulling out manila folders and examining the content.

Most of the files were labeled in code, which Lois didn't have the key to—but the paper files themselves were in English, standardized medical reports for the most part. The pre-experiment part of the files covered height, weight, blood pressure, STD and pregnancy screens (both clean for all subjects), medical history stuff, breast size, a questionnaire on sexual activity and proclivities... The experiment files themselves involved dosages of "K-complex," irradiation periods, and then some sort of growth measurements.

Thinking back to the four dickgirls locked in the room, desperately humping each other, Lois reckoned she knew what they were measuring. According to the timestamps on the records, the initial growth spurts were quick, a matter of minutes. Behavioral issues took longer to manifest.

The reporter was so engrossed in the files that she gave out a little YEEP! of surprise when Maria's mouth finally found its way down to Lois' pussy. In truth, she had kind of suspected and hoped that's where the young woman's tongue had been headed, but the enthusiasm and ardor with which the barmaid dove in still surprised her. Lois felt a blush come over her cheeks as the eager tongue lapped at her cunt from behind, tasting her juices, slipping past the lips and rimming the tight tunnel within.

Lois blinked, turned back to the file. After the cock-measuring came...sample gathering? The reporter stared at the numbers, trying to discern meaning. It looked like they were doing semen samples...measuring ejaculation volume, number of sperm per milliliter, motility... Maria shifted position, trying to reach Lois' clit, and the reporter did her best to spread her legs a bit wider to help her. She skimmed the data, skipping down to the conclusion:

"All four subjects should exceptional virility. Normal ejaculation averages 20 ml, over four times that of a normal healthy human male; sperm count is 200-300 million per millimeter, which exceeds the normal human range; motility is exceptional."

The reporter was breathing heavy, and not just because of the little thrill whenever Maria's tongue flicked her clit. She knew it was impossible to feel her ovaries throb, but there was a melty-feeling in her cunt that had nothing to do with the young woman eating her out. Those dickgirls were dangerously virile. One drop probably had more sperm in it than a load from a normal guy. She read on:

"Live testing has not yet been scheduled. Suitable surrogates have not yet been located, and the psychological instability and pheromone release make consent problematic. Stored samples for artificial insemination experiments are in Secure Refrigerated Safe #1..."

Lois turned to look at the large, locked safe that dominated the room. It was plugged in...

"Maria," the reporter whispered. "Is that Secure Refrigerated Safe #1?"

"Ywah," the young woman growled, mouth full of pussy.

"Do you know how to open it?" Lois squeezed her thighs a little, pressing them against the barmaid's face.

"Ywah?" Maria's muffled voice was querulous.

"Good. Because I think it's time..."