Dr. Lauralee's Bugs

"No, No, No, this isn't real, how could this happen!" Doctor Lauralee Stewart's jaw was on the ground and her eyes bulged behind her skewed glasses. Her mind started to overload, how's, what's, whys, formulas of all kinds flooded her brain. It was too much to process all at once; her circuit breaker blew.

"THERES NO WAY THIS IS POSSIBLE!" she screamed.

The evidence however was undeniable. A fifteen-inch-long, eight inch girthed, heavily veined and visibly throbbing cock was tilting her desk. The angle it was causing sent her laptop, papers, and various other items cascading to the floor.

And if more evidence was needed, shredded panties (a byproduct of a very fast and violent erection) had let two baseball sized testicles spill out from the silky remnants. Lauralee didn't want evidence though. She didn't even want to look at it.

Doctor Stewart forced her mind to slow down, and she started to think, "What had I been doing before this; nothing; just studying the bugs, nothing else." The Doctor had examined them hundreds of times, even been biting once or twice. Samples of the brain, muscles, eggs, even reproductive organs had been collected.

Her team had discovered the bugs had an amazing regeneration ability, replacing damaged organs or lost limbs at incredibly fast rates. If a wing was lost, it would reform with-in seconds; the same happened with any other limb or organ. All they had to do was produce their slime and move it to the area needing attention.

"How did that fit in though," She thought.

Lauralee started retracing her steps one by one.

"Ok, I was studying a bug.

Took a penis for a sample.

The bug started secreting slime.

David (her boyfriend) had called.

We had phone sex and I masturbated."

Suddenly her mind clicked, the observations hadn't been complete. The bugs didn't just bring the slime to the wounded area; they touched the wound first, then brought the slime to the wound. They were targeting the area to be reproduced first. She'd touched the bugs penis first, then the slime, then:

"Oh my god, I didn't wear gloves! I didn't wash my hands before masturbating!"

The slime had simply done its job, reproducing the last thing it had touched on its new host. Since Lauralee wasn't a bug, the slime had formed her penis to what it considered were proper proportions.

The thought made her stand straight up, causing the steel hard erection to push her desk all the way over with a loud crash. The noise didn't register though, and all thoughts of bugs vanished. A very new and different experience had her attention now.

Her balls were swaying to rhythm of the bobbing cock, all of it was adding up to an extremely fresh, pleasant sensation. The pleasantness was also starting to influence her pussy. A gentle tingle had started and was making her moist and warm.

Her knees starting to feel weak suddenly gave out, and her chair seemed to abruptly rise up to meet her. She sat down hard, causing her cock to bob even harder, the new sensation intensifying. Lauralee let a soft, lust dripping moan escape her lips.

She wasn't tingling now; she was dripping wet and horny as hell. Almost pleading, she half moaned, half groaned, "I have got to stop this." Blindly reaching out, still refusing to look, she wrapped her hands best she could around the new appendage.

Working in a lab kept your hands cool, it was just the environment you get acclimated to. It never crossed her mind that coolness might translate to an erotic sensation someday, especially on a monster cock of her own.

Here she was though, tilted back in an office chair, eyes half closed, cool hands barely holding a rock-hard cock and her pussy threatening a toe-curling orgasm. She still didn't want to look.

The bugs penises were covered in spikes with wart like protrusions running the length of them. The heads looked to have some sort of hair, or feelers attached. She dreaded the thought of having such a grotesque appendage attached to her, but her scientific mind knew this was a chance for unheard of observations. She was a doctor, a scientist.

"I have to look at it." she finally concluded.

Forcing her head to turn towards the protrusion, she gasped. Instead of an abomination she saw a stiff, full, gorgeously formed cock. Her dripping pussy shuddered. A thick string of pre-cum was starting to dangle from the tip, and it glistened in the bright lights of the lab. Doctor Stewart unconsciously licked her lips.

Abruptly feelings of engorgement, frustration and the need to release overwhelmed her.

Her subconscious mind whispered, "Stroke It." Lauralee audibly answered, "Oh fuck yeah."

Hands started to move up and down the length of her cock, a slight twisting motion was added. Her boyfriend had told her it felt great, and he was right, it did. She grinned, "I might just be able to get used this, but right now, I want to taste you.". A lab coat, dress and bra went flying.

She cuddled the monster between her breasts, squeezing them together with her four arms, bringing the head close to her lips. A soft pink tongue emerged, and she slowly started licking the tip, loving the taste of her precum. Both hands started moving faster now, matching the intensified throbbing every lick and soft suck were causing. Closing her mouth and working up a healthy supply of saliva, she let it slide down her shaft.

Her hands were moving effortlessly now with the added moisture, and she ran the length from base to tip. Sporadically she would cup her hand, moving it in circles on the head. The precum acted like a slippery lube causing her to make guttural groans while her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Lauralee's lips parted, and she opened her mouth wide sliding the engorged head in. Her tongue made slow laps around and over the tip, alternating soft and hard sucks between each pass.

One hand released her cock and shot down to her drenched pussy. Flipping the folds apart she found her clit and pressed her thumb in hard, rubbing in circles as if trying to start a fire with a stick. Fire was a good word, every inch of her felt like it was burning.

Her balls began to tighten, she was going to cum soon. David's balls did the same thing when he was close.

No matter how good her pre-cum had tasted, her testicles had grown larger and laden with cum. If she came in her mouth, she would choke on what was sure to be a torrent of sperm.

Trying to release the head from between her lips she started to panic. All her mouth play had swollen the head. Now her jaws couldn't open wide enough to free it. Her legs went up to brace herself against her desk and at least try to pull free.

In her delirium of new sensations, she'd forgot the desk wasn't there. The chair lurched forward, and she spilled to the floor ramming her beast into her throat.

Her thumb stopped for a moment; tears swelled in her eyes. She blinked. Self-doubt starting to creep in, "Should I be doing this?" She knew she wanted this, wanted this so bad. When had her last real orgasm been? Probably over a month, and now there was the potentially for two at once?

Lauralee's throat opened, she fell onto her back, the momentary ceasefire on her clit practically over before it had begun. Mouth and thumb were now working in tandem more furiously than ever. She arched her back lifting her ass up and spreading her cheeks. Cool air licked at the tiny pink clover there, pushing her over the edge.

Only balanced by the back of her head and the spikes of her heels, Lauralee's legs began to tremble. The hardness between her legs started to quiver, her pussy screamed for release and she exploded.

"OH GAWD, SHIT YES!"

Streams of pussy juice shot across the room, cum started to gush down her throat making her belly expand. She gulped at it best she could, what couldn't be swallowed began streaming out her nose. Not good. With her mouth still stuffed, her oxygen was cut off.

"I need air!"

Graciously the thick cum worked in her favor, making her throat and mouth slippery as an eel. The head popped out of her mouth and she gulped air, looking like a fish out of water. Her still hard cock wasn't finished though, school glue thick streams shot high into the air until Gravity did its work. Soon Lauralee's face, tits and body were drenched in her hot, thick, sticky cum. Her neck hurt.

Lauralee's heels slid on the cum covered linoleum. Her legs stretched lowering her back to the floor.

The lab ceiling was spinning slow but seemingly in perfect sync with her breathing. Laying there her neck began to subside, and she raised her head to look around.

Both lab and she were a mess. She could see her turned over desk and busted laptop, the papers and clothes strewn everywhere, all of it covered in what looked like cinnamon bun icing. Lauralee lowered her head back to the floor muttering "What a mess."

Outside the window the orange and blue hue of sunrise was peeking its head, inside the cum from her cock was slowing to a trickle. Tired and spent her eyes started to wearily close, the exhaustion, coupled with the blissfulness of her orgasms soon had her dreaming.

Her monster started to shrink now, slowly disappearing. A reason still to be discovered, and Doctor Lauralee Stewart, sticky, sweaty and blissfully satisfied, moaned in her sleep; "I love bugs."
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