THE GIVER OF COCKS 2 (futa/F)

Story by misfit446

Here is chap 2. I have outlined prob two more. This one has a more action. Hope you like it.

THE GIVER OF COCKS 2

Tracy lay on the examining table totally naked. Patty and Millie were examining her body all over, looking for good blood flow areas and also to help hide the growths from the outside world, for Tracy’s sake.

They spent over an hour making marks on her body, reading skin temperature and listening for blood flow.

Tracy was anxious and nervous. Finally she just blurted out, “Why don’t you just put them all on my dick? That’s were most of my blood goes anyway,” she groaned out.

Millie and Patty looked at each other in surprise. “Just leave me a little room for, well, you know.” The young girl actually blushed.

“We’ll take care of you Tracy. Don’t worry,” Patty nodded. The two doctors began to examine the girl’s dick intently.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the hefty slab of boy bat began to thicken, lengthen, shift and bloat.

Tracy moaned softly as four hands worked her dick over softly, methodically. It was a rather sterile fondling but the result was productive. Millie was the first to gasp as the rapidly expanding turgid torpedo slithered up Tracy’s torso, worming between her breasts and jamming itself into her jaw. The young girl lifted the weighty wang and watched with eyes crossed as it continued to fill with hot blood, her flared cock head easily reaching her forehead.

“My God,” Patty whispered, as the weight of the girl cock was straining her arms. It almost took both her hands to encircle its enormous girth.

Millie was sweating, eyeing the ultra long lance with a tinge of desire. “C-can you keep it hard?” she asked the groaning girl.

“I-I think so. If I don’t make it go down it can be like this for hours.

“That is amazing,” Patty gasped. But the two doctors got to work, marking the powerful prong with numbers. Millie pulled the cell samples from a nearby fridge as Patty wiped the girl dick with a mild topical numbing solution.

The two docs then used prepared needles to barely prick the skin of Tracy’s cock next to each number, inserting the cells from the clients. It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes before they were done.

“Wow, that’s it?” Tracy asked.

“All done. For now. You just grow those penises and then we take them off and put them on the people who need them.”

“Well, okay. But can I still hang out? Like I’m working here?”

“No problem. You can go into the meeting room. There’s some satellite tv and you can surf the internet if you want,” Patty answered as the two doctors began to clean up the area.

“Oh, and here, wear this,” Millie said, offering a large robe. “We need you to keep your penis from any tight confines. You need to keep blood flowing for the cells to get all the nourishment they can get to grow.”

Donning the robe, Tracy walked down to the meeting room. First she watched some television but got bored pretty fast. She rarely watched anything so decided to surf a bit, since she only could use a computer at the library. She was a novice at surfing but thought it would be fun.

The laptop on the desk lay open. She tapped a key to bring up the screen. Immediately a blue background came up with a logo. “EGOCENTRIC LLP”. Not knowing anything about it she clicked the mouse and went to the desktop. There were files filling the screen. One caught her eye. “BUSPRO”. She clicked it and soon was reading a professional looking business plan.

Tracy was busy reading, trying to understand all the language, but getting the gist. She wasn’t growing penises for medicinal uses. She was growing “a super cock for recreational uses by both men and women,” as the plan proposed.

“What?” she moaned out loud. “They said is was for accident victims.” Pouring throught the detailed plan she also noticed that the ten grand she was offered was a pittance compared to what the two doctors were going to make. She should be making five times that amount.

Nervous at being discovered at reading the obviously sensitive information, she closed the file. Getting up she carefully peered out of the door. She could hear the women talking down the hallway, the clang of equipment and such.

Scooting back to her chair, she began to read some of the other files. They were patients that wanted big cocks. Most seemed to be men, no biggie there. But there were several women too. Tracy was surprised a woman would want to be like her.

The pictures that were part of the files showed men with little ones and the women’s pussies.

Then she had a thought. The women won’t have balls, like hers. She immediately went back to the business proposal and read some more. There, near the bottom of one page she read that after the penises were attached to the women and everything working well, a second phase was to take place. Cells from Tracy’s own testicles would then be inserted into t

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