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“Feminist scientist finds a way for lesbians to reproduce. What sort of hogwash is that?”

Tall woman in a business dress suit threw down the newspaper and slumped into an office chair behind a desk. She couldn’t have been older than mid-thirties, with her hair done up in elaborate hairdo and somber but expensive looking jewellery adorned her buxom cleavage. There was a definite aura of confidence around her. She removed her high-heeled shoes and stretched her pantyhose clad legs under the desk with a sigh of relief. Then she turned on the laptop in front of her and started to go through a small pile of paperwork in her tray.

Suddenly she looked up and asked: “Sara? Are you a lesbian? You totally seem like the type. Or do you need a dick to satisfy you?”

Sara, the woman’s assistant, jumped back and almost spilt the coffee she was pouring for her boss. The petite ginger woman in her twenties blushed deep scarlet as she looked back through her spectacles.

“No, miss Laura. I am all about that dick, as you say,” she sputtered out.

Silent she finished her task and hastily left the home office.

“Leave the kettle on, I am going to be working late tonight,” Laura shouted after the girl.

Laura sighed. Lately she had to take on working in the evening to handle the work load. At least she had the advantage to work from the comfort of her own residence. She got up to close the blinds, pausing only for a moment to look at the setting sun. Then she dived into the endless reports.

***

Hours had passed and the coffee had long since turned cold. Laura stalked the darkened hallways of her own home to reach the small kitchen. Disgusted she dumped the contents of her cup down the sink. A minute later a new batch of steaming hot coffee poured from the coffee machine into the kettle. Satisfied she returned with her prize back to the office and poured herself a new cup.

After a gulp she paused and smelled the coffee. There was a slight hint of something, she could not put a finger on what it was. Perhaps just her imagination? It was getting late after all. She shrugged and drunk the rest of the cup. Now, where was she? Yes, the TPS report… At least till midnight, I have to endure this at least till midnight, she thought to herself.

She tried to continue with her work but after a couple of minutes she found out she could not concentrate anymore. Why was the office so hot all of the sudden, she thought. She discarded the top of her suit and even opened the top few buttons of her blouse, only to realise she was sweating immensely. She fanned herself with a file folder to no avail. Then she felt not-so-unpleasant tingle in her nether regions. For god’s sake, was she that horny? It was true she had hit a dry spell lately, with her being consumed with work, but this was ridiculous. She tried to get up but her head started to spin. She fell back to her chair. Then a new nerve wracking feeling surged through her. It was almost as if her nerve endings all over her body were rewired. She acutely realised that suddenly she could feel everything. The texture of her chair armrest under her fingers, the every single thread of the carpet under her feet or the cloth of her bra restricting her heaving breasts. And there was something else - an alien feeling in her female parts.

She hiked up her skirt, getting full view of her crotch. And she let out a terrified scream. There was a bulging mass growing in her panties. She could see it pulse with each of her heartbeats - that thing was a part of her! She slowly reached towards it, she almost touched it with her finger, when a wave of pain wrecked through her. This time it was truly a pain, as if someone tried to pull her organs out through her nether region. She could only grab the armrests and clench her teeth as her whole body arched in convulsion. Then the pain was replaced with an intense feeling of pressure.

By some miracle she was still sitting on her chair. She was drenched in sweat, her makeup was smudged and her once so elaborate hair was a mess. Her legs were lewdly splayed, showing still growing bulge to the world. To her horror there was a loud ripping sound and a pillar of flesh surged through the torn remnants of her panties and stretched her pantyhose almost to the point of ripping as well. Penis, she grew a massive penis. It was twi

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