“Hey, I think we missed one?” said lab assistant Shelly Birkin, pulling the uncircumcised ebony cock from the nutrient tank.
Her co-assistant, Paula Westbrook, looked at it then to her clipboard then into the large tupperware box containing a pile of wet dongs they’d just fished out of the other tanks.
“My count says twelve and there are twelve in here.” Paula said.
“Thats not like Kaylie to make that kind of mistake, is it?” Shelly asked.
“No, but that one is the only one left in here, isnt it?” Paula asked checking her clipboard again.
“Just this as far as I see, unless one flopped out again.” Shelly giggled and teased the ebony cock with her fingertips a little until it flexed and swelled which only made her giggle again.
“Eh, better safe than sorry.” Paula said shrugging,”Sarah was bitching at me for all the clipped dicks we’ve been sending lately so maybe this’ll help shut her up.”
“Well when only clipped GSC boys are donating what did she expect?” Shelly said.
“She’s always finding a reason to bitch at me.” Paula sighed,”But I guess thats what friends are for to some.”
Shelly walked over with the now rock hard cock in her hand and said,”This one almost makes me want to revert to male or join Futa Club.”
“Hailey might not like that much.” Paula said.
“Her fault for being so cockshy.” Shelly said and dropped the cock in the bin with a wet plop.
“You’re one to talk, you’re not even sealed yet.” Paula said.
“Eh, if it happens it happens.” Shelly shrugged,”What now?”
“Plasticizicing them and getting them over to Futa Club? Were you not listening during Orientation?”
“Nope!” Shelly giggled sticking her tongue out. Combined with her red hair and freckled face she looked like the ultimate brat now.
Paula rolled her eyes and said,”We take these over to the West Wing and plasticize them before delivering them to Futa Club okay?”
“Why not just keep them organic?”
“Because they may not be used right away.” Paula said.
A wet sound made them both look down to see the ebony cock flexing and pulsing, almost like a beached fish but far more limited.
“If I didn’t know better I’d swear it could hear us!” Shelly giggled and reached down to tickle its foreskin pucker,”Or are you just mad I left you blue balled?”
The cock continued flexing frantically.
“We’ll find you a good crotch to do that on.” Shelly said and then put the lid on the box.