There's got to be some nerd pussy down the hall

Now that you’ve dealt with Bela, you’re going to fill every pussy you can find. You pull out of her hairy cunt and spring to your feet, stepping over the well-fucked Breeder’s splayed limbs and into the hallway. She says something like “wait”, but you’re pretty sure it’s not that important. You run down the hallway, trying every door. Empty. Empty. Only men, your fellow researchers. They look at you questioningly, some of them asking “Joseph?” You shake your head and fling the door shut.

You wish you could knock Bela up again right now. Why can’t women just have every baby you cum into them all at once? Can a RAD be modified to do that? Thinking about science shit is just a waste of your time when you could be fucking right now. You’re still hard, and your mind is stuck on finding an immediate solution behind one of these doors. If only there was a… girl!

You see Kelsey, one of the few female researchers on Bela’s team, hunched over the table alone in a small study room scribbling on her tablet. She’s a tall, thin girl a year older than you with dirty blond hair pulled back from her high forehead with a white hair band.

Kelsey wears the same functionally-nude white science uniform you do, with the addition of white knee-high socks. Her pale natural D-cups rest comfortably on the table while she works, her small brown nipples an inch from the surface. You like to suck those, even though they don’t make milk. Kelsey is fairly free of side effects from her RAD. She smirks, glancing at your fully erect cock as you shut the door behind you.

“Hi, Joseph! Happy to see me? I should have this report done by this afternoon, so we could-” You vault over the table and pull her chair back with one hand. Kelsey cries out in surprise. She’s still holding her plastic pen in her thin fingers. Her legs are together on the chair, hiding her shaved pussy from view. You and the other boys in the lab are familiar with Kelsey’s cunt.

Kelsey breeds about once or twice a week, the minimum requirement for a girl with a job. Nevertheless, you and your fellow researchers get yourselves off with her body all the time. Now it’s time for some real baby-making sex.

You grab one of Kelsey’s soft tits, kneading it gently in your hand. She squeaks and pushes your hand away. Kelsey gets an amount of dick most full-time Breeders would envy while working on a mostly-male research team. She doesn’t know how good she has it.

“Hey! I’m not a toy,” Kelsey protests, scooting her chair back toward the table. You slam your hand down on the back of her chair, stopping her from hiding her smooth, slim legs under the table.

“That’s not funny,” Kelsey frowns, “I know you can control yourself, Joseph. What’s the matter with you?” She looks a little uncomfortable. You realize you’ve been staring at her like a zombie, panting from your run through the hallway. But it’s not like she doesn’t want this as much as you do. You can see her nipple stiffen on the tit you played with.

Trying to explain yourself would be such a pain. You need to cum now, and Kelsey would be such a good cunt to do it in. She’s staring at you with her hazel eyes. She must be able to sense how fucking fertile you are now, what you have in mind for her. You never **** girls to do anything, but she would have to drop the **** act if you gave her a little push…