Scared

Luthor could not rip his eyes off the impossible cock that jutted forth from the reporter's body. It was impossible—inhuman. Yet no animal on Earth had a cock that was so perfectly of the human form, with that foreskin peeled back to show that helmet-like glans, the thick ridge along the sensitive underside, the way it bulged out slightly in the middle... No testes dangled underneath, the cock emerging smoothly from the bloated and dripping pussy, right where the clitoris should have been, but there were tell-tale bulges in the reporter's flat stomach that spoke of structures in her lower abdomen...gonads, no doubt, of sufficient size to match the inhuman beast of a cock.

"Sir?" A technician said. The man in the white labcoat was at Luthor's left elbow, seated at his terminal where he was supposed to be monitoring the subject's vitals and her programming. "You've, ah...had an accident."

The bald head looked down...and then he felt the warm wetness that soaked his very expensive trousers. Something fundamental had seized in him at the sight of the futanari's monstrous appendage. An ass-clenching fear that shook the genius to his core. His pale cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he realized he had pissed himself in sheer fright at the sight of the hideous thing his experiments had wrought, so far beyond what he had calculated or expected.

"Get a sperm sample," he growled. "While I change. Mercy! With me."

The last part was redundant. Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor's short but muscular bodyguard, was already at his side, her hazel eyes scanning the route for threats, whispering into the earpiece as they left the room.

In the lab, all was deathly quiet, and in addition to the smell of sweat, ozone, and stale coffee there was now the rank odor of fear.

"Get a sperm sample?" The technician, who was named Willis, said. "How the hell do we do that? None of the automated probes will fit that...thing."

A female technician across the room named O'Brien said. "I guess...one of us could...do it manually."

The room was silent again for a while.

"What if we adjusted her programming? Increased the anal stimulation until she has a prostate orgasm, then...catch it." That from Robinson, who pushed his glasses up his nose as he said it, the lenses suddenly steamy.

Each of them stared at the monstrous cock that filled the screens. It overshadowed every man in the room, their pathetic pricks puny and inadequate by comparison, and the women knew it would never fit in any of their holes...and it would core than out if it tried. The sheer sexual potential of that ridiculous dick had them shiver in fear and apprehension.

"Well, we have to do something," Willis said.