Too Much

"Hey, if it makes you younger man. This is what you wanted, right? And you spent how much money on this shit already?"

Drake ponders what you said, and finally nods. "You're right crodie. And doc, you sure this will only make me feminine on a hormonal level?"

The doctor nods. "Yes absolutely. It's a delicate process, but we are highly trained professionals and will monitor the transformation at all times."

With that, it's settled. And while Drake is getting carted off to some preparation room, you decide to make your move on the doc.

"Hey Doctor Weißmann, I think I got something you'll want to check out. For research purposes."

Smooth man, real smooth.

"I don't think you could provide any data I'd be interested..." She pauses, eyeing your huge, growing member, bulging against your suit pants.

"Well... maybe... really quick?" She drags you into an empty lab, and yanks down your pants.

"Heilige scheiße!" Your cock smacked her square across the face.

You have no idea what this bitch just said, but it doesn't really matter. You grab her head by her bun and shove your dick into her mouth.

She starts sucking, filling the room with wet, smacking noises. One of her hands finds its way into her blouse, playing with one of her nipples. The other is jammed down between her legs, readying her pussy to collect some data.

After half an hour, you gather your clothes off the floor, while the doc tries to get her disheveled bun back in order.

"Verdammt!" She curses out as she looks at her watch. "We need to check in on the test subject, right now!"

You hastily get dressed and run after her, to where they set up that weird-ass tank Drake is currently floating in.

He got a breathing mask on and his eyes closed. Occasionally, bubbles rise up from the pink liquid he's suspended in.

He does look younger, you think, as Doctor Weißmann is furiously hammering on some button on a nearby console.

The liquid empties from the tank, while the doc calls someone over an intercom. You can't make out what she's saying, since its in german, but soon after, some guys in white scrubs come running and lift Drake onto a stretcher.

"What? What happened? He dead?" In your mind, you're already filling in application forms.

"No, but... it was too much. Too much hormone."

You take a look at Drake, doing your best to suppress a grin. "Well, at least SOME of that nigga's dick is still there."