Aaahhh! It feels… too good! [R-18]
"I can't... Mira, please..." Alex's fingers tangled tighter in her dark hair, unsure if he was pulling her closer or pushing her away.
His newly softened vocal cords made every desperate sound come out breathy and high, utterly alien to his own ears.
"Please what?" Mira lifted her head, her dark eyes glinting with scientific fascination and something far hungrier.
"Please stop? Or please don't stop?" She didn't wait for an answer.
Her teeth grazed the peak, just barely, and the sharp edge of sensation made Alex cry out, his thighs clamping around her leg.
"Fascinating," Mira breathed, pulling back to study his chest.
Both nipples stood erect, glistening with her saliva, the surrounding skin flushed a deep rose.
She traced a fingertip around the right one, watching it pebble impossibly tighter. "The hyperpigmentation suggests estrogenic activity. And the sensitivity response is off the charts, comparable to late-stage female puberty."
"Can you stop... analyzing me?" Alex gasped, his chest heaving.
"No." Mira straightened, her naked torso looming over him. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, nipples still stiff from her own lingering arousal.
She planted her palms on either side of his shoulders, caging him against the examination table.
"You broke into my lab. You got my examination table soaked with your little show. You made me taste you."
Her voice dropped to a dark whisper. "Now I'm going to examine every single inch of your changing body, and you're going to lie there and take it. Understand?"
Alex's throat constricted. He managed a jerky nod.
"Good boy." Mira pushed herself off the table and walked, completely naked, utterly unashamed, to a nearby equipment cart.
Her bare feet made soft sounds against the polished floor.
Alex watched her hips sway, the perfect curve of her ass, the way her wet inner thighs moved under the lab lights.
She returned with a pair of fresh latex gloves and a small, handheld digital scanner.
"Arms up," she commanded, snapping the gloves into place. "Hold the edge of the table."
Alex obeyed, his trembling fingers curling around the cold steel lip above his head.
The position made his chest arch upward, presenting his sensitive nipples to the cool air.
His black silk pants still hung tangled around his knees, his erect cock protruding obscenely, wet with his own precum and the residual wetness from Mira's pussy.
Mira activated the scanner. A soft blue light swept across his torso, and the device emitted a series of soft beeps.
"Cellular restructuring is accelerating," she murmured, more to herself than to him.
"Mammary tissue development is minimal, but the neural density in the areolar complex has quadrupled. No wonder you're so sensitive."
She set the scanner aside and leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his stomach.
The contact made his abdominal muscles clench.
"Now for the manual examination," she said, and her gloved hands cupped his chest from both sides, thumbs pressing firmly into the soft tissue surrounding his nipples. "Any pain? Discomfort?"
"No, it's just... ahhh..." Alex's words dissolved as she pressed harder, kneading the small mounds of flesh with clinical precision.
"Just what?" Mira's thumbs found his nipples simultaneously, pressing down firmly.
"Aaahhh! It feels... too good!" The confession tore out of him, raw and humiliating.
His hips thrust uselessly into empty air, his cock bobbing and leaking a thin stream of clear fluid onto his stomach.
"Too good," Mira repeated, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.
She continued her ministrations, rolling his nipples between her gloved thumbs and forefingers with practiced expertise. "Describe it to me. Be specific."
"I can't... I don't..." Alex sobbed, his knuckles white where he gripped the table edge.
Every pinch, every roll, every gentle tug sent lightning bolts straight to his groin.
His balls tightened, drawing up against his body. "It's like... it's connected directly to my..."
"To your cock?" Mira supplied helpfully. She released his right nipple and trailed her gloved fingers down his trembling stomach, through the trail of his own precum, until she reached the base of his erection.
She wrapped her fingers around him, not stroking, just holding. "Is this where you feel it?"
"Yes! Yes, right there!"
"Interesting." She squeezed gently, and Alex's entire body convulsed.
"The neural pathways have remapped together with your mana circuits. Your chest has essentially become an erogenous zone equivalent to your genitals." She released his cock and returned her attention to his nipples, pinching both simultaneously. "Which means I can make you come just from this."
The voice in her crisp professional tone while her fingers worked his sensitive peaks, pushed Alex dangerously close to the edge.
He could feel his orgasm building again… A hot, coiling pressure at the base of his spine that had nothing to do with his untouched cock.
"Mira, stop, I'm going to—"
"No, you're not." She released his nipples immediately, and the sudden loss of stimulation made him whimper. "I haven't finished my examination."
She walked around the table, positioning herself at his head.
From this angle, looking up, Alex had a perfect view of her heavy breasts hanging above his face, her stiff nipples just inches from his lips.
"Open your mouth," Mira commanded.
Alex parted his lips. Mira leaned down and pressed her breast to his mouth, her nipple sliding past his lips and onto his waiting tongue.
"Suck," she ordered.
He obeyed without hesitation, latching onto her breast the way she had latched onto his.
His tongue swirled around her stiff peak, and Mira let out a soft, satisfied moan.
Her hips ground against the edge of the table, seeking friction.
"That's it," she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair. "Now you know how it feels. That sharp, electric connection. The way it shoots straight down."
Alex sucked harder, his hips bucking uselessly. His cock throbbed, neglected and leaking, but he didn't dare move his hands from the table edge.
Mira told him to hold on, and some primal part of his brain desperately wanted to obey her.
She pulled her breast from his mouth with a wet pop and switched sides, feeding him her other nipple. Her breathing grew heavier, her grinding more frantic.
"I should be taking notes," she murmured, half to herself. "Your oral fixation has increased. Your compliance is remarkable.”
“The pheromones aren't just affecting others, they're affecting you before anyone else.”
“It’s better to say that all the physical changes you’ve experienced so far are a byproduct of the Pheromones you released, they’re trying to make you more submissive. More receptive."
She pulled away completely and looked down at him, his flushed face, his spit-slick lips, his desperately erect cock, his trembling thighs.
"Roll over, let me check your back side.." she commanded. "I want to see the rest of you."
Alex scrambled to obey, his pants still tangled around his knees making the movement awkward.
He ended up on his stomach, his cheek pressed against the cold steel table, his bare ass exposed to the cool lab air.
Mira's gloved hands gripped his hips, tilting them upward.
"The fat redistribution is slightly more pronounced here, not much but it should be accelerating in the future.." she mused, kneading his softening flesh.
"Your pelvis is widening. And here…" Her fingers trailed down the crack of his ass, and Alex gasped. "The skin is impossibly smooth. Like you've shed every layer of rough male epidermis."
Her thumb pressed against his tight entrance, not penetrating, just applying steady pressure.
"Mira..." Alex whined into the table.
"Shh." She leaned over him, her naked breasts pressing against his back, her lips brushing his ear. "I told you. I'm going to examine every inch of you."
Her thumb pressed harder, and Alex felt his body begin to tighten.
"Now," Mira whispered, her voice dripping with dark promise, "let's see what else has changed."
Just as Mira moved her mouth down to kiss a hot, wet trail across his soft, pale stomach, a loud, sharp sound suddenly shattered the heavy, erotic atmosphere.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The high-powered liquid mana handler on the other side of the lab suddenly flashed a bright, blinding green.
The progress bar on the large digital monitor hit exactly one hundred percent.
The genetic analysis of Alex's sweet, mutated nectar was finally complete.
Mira froze. Her hot breath washed over Alex's trembling stomach.
The sharp, mechanical noise acted like a bucket of ice water, snapping the deep, pheromone-induced spell just enough for her cold, professional instincts to kick back in.
She slowly stood up, her face completely flushed, her breathing still heavy and ragged.
She looked at Alex, who was leaning back against the counter, panting helplessly with his chest heavily coated in her saliva.
"The results..." Mira whispered, her dark eyes darting toward the glowing screen.
She swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure as she smoothed back her messy, sweat-dampened hair. "We need to see what the hell is actually happening inside your body."