Corruption! The Futanari Doctor's Fall! [Futanari Pregnant Woman Appears!]
Shoooo... Inside the dark storage room, thick with humidity from the heat and foul stench rising from the semen.
"Haa... haa..."
A navy-haired female doctor panting with a completely blank, lost expression.
Drip... drip...
From the tip of her erect cock poking out from under her hiked-up miniskirt, a drop of musky precum formed and fell.
Squelch...
Even after unleashing a full bucket's worth of thick semen.
Twitch! Twitch! Throb...!
Her cock still trembled hungrily, shaft and balls swollen taut, veins bulging along the length as if demanding more.
"Haa... ha..."
But Han Sena, having ejaculated with full male intensity while wide awake—not in a wet dream—had her mind go completely white. She couldn't even think about masturbating again.
"..."
In that dazed state, leaning against the door for what wasn't really rest, Sena sat there.
Tap-tap!
Urgent footsteps echoed from beyond the door, followed by voices.
"...!"
The conversation from outside snapped her foggy eyes back to clarity.
She rubbed her face slowly.
What... was I doing...?
Whoosh—
"Urk...!"
A nauseating stench hit her nose like a punch. She looked down.
Splaaatter...
"Ahh..."
The floor in front of her was coated white, like someone had dumped a bucket of paint. She clamped both hands over her mouth in shock.
This... this is semen? All from me...?!
It was even more than her morning wet dream. Her stomach growled, and the heavy weight in her groin felt noticeably lighter.
She jolted.
Wait, this isn't the time!
From what the nurses had said, opening time was imminent.
"Something to wipe with...!"
She spun around and grabbed a bundle of bandages, swiftly cleaning the semen off her glans with her old nurse's precision.
"This too, somehow...!"
She snatched a dry mop nearby and started wiping up the floor's mess.
Squish—squish...
But even squeezing out the absorbed semen with the wringer, its jelly-like thickness made it cling stubbornly.
How do I... It won't come clean no matter how much I wipe...
Ring-ring—
Her phone buzzed. She paused and checked the screen.
"A call... Huh? 9:10?"
Opening time had passed by ten minutes. She yelped in surprise.
Splat... The floor still pooled with semen.
No choice. I'll clean it later after closing.
Clack!
She dropped the mop, gave her glans one last careful wipe with bandages, and pressed her cock down under her miniskirt.
Swish—click!
She opened the storage room door and stepped out.
Whoosh—
Fresh air...!
Her face lit up with relief from escaping the semen-stinking confines. She shut the door, scanned the empty hallway, and hurried off.
"Mm!"
Clack-clack. She focused on looking normal as she speed-walked to her office.
And so lunchtime arrived that day.
Hungry...
Clack-clack.
After morning consultations, Sena headed to the nurses' lounge, stomach rumbling, where delivery food should be waiting.
Buzz-buzz!
Noisy voices grew louder as she approached.
"No way! When I went into the storage room earlier, there was tons of semen!"
"So gross... Who the hell jerked off in there? Looked like multiple loads from the amount."
Clack...
"...!"
Sena froze mid-step, face paling at the conversation inside. She was about to enter the lounge.
Right... I jerked off in the storage room. Forgot with all the morning patients...
The nurses had already discovered it. She bit her lip, standing there flustered.
Grrrowl...
Her stomach protested against the food smells wafting out, but the topic—"the storage room masturbator"—pinned her in place.
Clack...
Guess I'll come back later.
She turned to head back to her office.
"Oh! Doctor!"
But she bumped into a brown wavy-haired nurse with a "Han Da Jeong" name tag coming from the opposite direction.
"Heading to lunch, Doctor? I was late finishing up some sorting!"
"Uh... well..."
Da Jeong's bright face made her hesitate to say she was turning back, but then—
Grrroooowl—groowl—
Her stomach roared loudly.
Grab!
"Hehe, Doctor must be starving~"
The aegyo-heavy Da Jeong hooked arms with the hesitant Sena and dragged her into the lounge.
"Doctor!"
"Welcome! This pizza place is amazing!"
The nurses cheered, handing over unopened pizza boxes and spaghetti as their director entered.
"Ah... th-thanks."
Sena found herself plopped in the center seat.
"Oh right! Something to report to you, Doctor."
"Yeah! This morning, in the storage room..."
She was thrust right into the dreaded "storage room culprit" talk.
What do I do...! If they find out it was me...
It wouldn't just be embarrassing as director—she'd never show her face again.
"So I checked all the nurses' alibis for that time... None of us went in there."
"...What?"
Sena stared pale at the futanarian nurse's words.
Not the nurses... then it's...
"R-really?"
Her awkwardness would've been obvious if her skin weren't porcelain pale.
"Yes! So the culprit has to be..."
"..."
"...one of the futanarian patients!"
What...?
Her heart skipped, thinking she'd been named, then relief hit at "patient."
"At first I wondered if it was you, Doctor Han... But no way you'd shoot that much and still be hard, right?"
The futanarian nurse pointed at Sena's normally bulging crotch.
"R-right. Wasn't me."
Sena calmly agreed to shut it down.
"Still... shouldn't we check the CCTV to confirm?"
A slightly dense nurse muttered.
"No need for CCTV. Clinic's busy—let's just clean it up and move on. We'll deal if it happens again."
Sena buried it under "busy clinic" excuses.
"Okay~"
"But who was it... Way too much for one person."
The storage room semen incident seemed glossed over.
Phew... Close call... Really close... Huh?
Glancing around in relief, Sena asked,
"Where's Nurse Park Ara? I don't see her."
Ara had witnessed her dash into the storage room.
"Ara's skipping meals for her diet today! Honestly, her boobs, butt, and belly have gotten pretty big lately..."
Da Jeong from the entrance answered.
Just dieting...? Or because I yelled and bolted into the storage room without explaining?
Sena worried—Ara might be bothered by the abrupt cutoff mid-dress critique.
I'll talk to her later.
But—
Twitch—twitch—
Just thinking of Ara made her cock react under her skirt, threatening another load. Meeting was impossible.
"Everyone, rest up and prep for afternoon consults."
"Yes, Doctor!"
The tense lunch ended.
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"Phew..."
Sena sat in her office chair after brushing her teeth. Beside her: a table, delivery bed for pregnant patients, ultrasound nearby, and various tools.
Unlike Jang Ilhu's cold lab-like room, Sena's was cozy—compact for one-stop consults with patients, fostering security.
Knock-knock-knock.
"Ah, come in."
She swiveled toward the door.
Creeeak—
"Hello~ Doctor."
A pregnant woman in a gray one-piece maternity dress entered.
Slosh...
Golden-brown hair, voluptuous breasts with developed curves.
Swiiiing—
Her full-term belly ballooned round, ready to burst anytime.
Step-step.
One hand on her belly, the other supporting her back—pure pregnant grace, but...
Bulge...!
Below that round belly, her crotch swelled heavily with something's presence, stirring unease.
"Patient Kang Hanna, have a seat here."
"Ah—yes, Doctor."
Swish. As she sat on the delivery chair,
Whirr-click.
Sena raised the backrest for her to lean on.
"How've you been? No discomfort?"
Soft tone easing into health talk.
"Yes! Thanks to you and the nurses, me and the baby are healthy... Maybe too healthy—it's wearing me out."
"Due next month, so bladder pressure might cause urinary issues or frequent urges?"
"Ah! Yeah, hard to pee..."
"Fetal growth presses the bladder—normal. Here's how to manage, plus meds."
Explaining calmly,
"But Doctor, one more uncomfortable thing..."
"Yes?"
Sena looked up at Kang Hanna's words.
"Haa... haa..."
Her eyes... they're red?
Breaths quickened, pupils reddening.
"I... I keep getting erections!"
Swish—she hiked her skirt herself.
Whoosh...!
A thick, sweet semen stench exploded with,
Thick bush below her lower abdomen.
Crunch... cruuunch...
Uncircumcised cock, foreskin covering the glans, veins rising as it hardened vigorously...
Squish...
Massive balls strained between thunder thighs.
"Ahh... Seeing you, Doctor Sena... it's worse, balls aching... What do I do?"
"..."
Full-term and pregnant, yet shamelessly erect with lust. Yes—Kang Hanna was a futanarian pregnant woman.