Slut Galaxy/Chapter One/Ask why they've brought you here
From Create Your Own Story
She looks at your solemnly.
"Because we need you for an important task," she says. She bites her lower lip and looks away for a second, before meeting your eyes. Her cheeks are slightly flushed. "You see, there are no men left in the universe. That probably sounds ludicrous, but it's true. Long ago a warlord conquered the galaxy, and to make a long story short, he altered the genetic code of every woman, making them unable to produce male offspring. Men of all sentient species died out. And unfortunately, that change to our DNA is not reversible, not by conventional means at any rate. The warlord's own genes are the only things that can undo the process, and we lost the ability to copy them when he died in a nuclear blast that eradicated all traces of him.
"But you... you are a different story. You're an ancestor of his. From tens of thousands of years before he was born, yes, but that Y-chromosome of yours is the same one. So that is why finding your genetic code was such a big deal, and why we've brought you here. Your semen will reverse the changes; women who have children with you will have a chance of little boys."
She smiles shyly. "To put it another way, the galaxy needs you to do your thing." Her eyes flicker down to your cock, and she licks her lips. "With, ah, that thing."
The busty doctor shrugs off her labcoat, leaving her dressed in tight black pants, tall black boots and a white jumper with a polo neck. Her body is unbelievable, like something right out of your wildest fantasies. She pulls up a stool and sits down next to you, then notices your lustful gaze and grins.
"I can see you checking out my body," she says with a giggle. "And I'm not surprised. The virus not only left us incapable of having boys, it also changed us. It made us... more sexual beings. I'm sure there are women from your time that had bodies like mine, but they would have been rare. But it's not rare now. It's the norm. Thanks to the virus, we're naturally slender, our asses are naturally tighter, and our tits... well, let's just say that my bustiness is not out of the ordinary."
Your pole has started to stiffen at the sight of her and her lewd descriptions of her body, and she notes it with a naughty smile.
"And that's not all," she adds. "We've been left... craving. Embedded in our DNA is the wanton desire for cock... a desire we've not been able to indulge for five hundred years, since the last man died. So forgive me if I seem a little... distracted."
You realise with a start that her face has flushed red. Then you notice that her left hand has slipped beneath the waistband of her black pants. She's getting herself off right in front of you! The sight unsurprisingly makes your pole jerk.
She's staring straight at your rigid dick, obviously extremely aroused by it. Her breathing is heavy. "Any further questions?" she croaks.
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