“I mean, what if it goes wrong?” Nancy says. “Then we’d be out a rat. If he goes down we’ll get a new one tomorrow.” You stand there stunned, once again wanting to bring up that you didn’t volunteer for any kind of testing.
“Alright.” Rachel agrees reluctantly and looking at you apologetically. “Do you want to lather him up or…”
“You.” Nancy says before Rachel can even finish the question. Rachel sighs a bit and pours the lotion out of the test tube and on to her hands, rubbing it together like sunscreen. You’re still speechless.
“If you could.” She says, motioning for you to disrobe. Nancy turns around and goes to look at other experiments in the back of the classroom, clearly uncomfortable with you undressing. You feel as though you should protest this, but then realize you don’t really have any other options. Rachel might be sympathetic, but Nancy would down you in a second if you weren’t cooperative. You’re going to end up in someone’s stomach soon either way, so it might as well be with the experimental lotion on. Besides, Rachel wouldn’t use it on you if it didn’t work, would she? You begin by taking off your shoes and pants.
Rachel rubs the lotion in thoroughly, up and down your legs, making sure that you’re completely coated. Her teenage hands do feel kind of nice against your skin, you think, as you remove your shirt. She rises up then to rub the lotion on your chest and back, while you stand there in only your boxer shorts. You hesitate to remove your boxers and wait until she has gotten your arms and face too. She looks down to see that you still have your boxers covering the only areas she’s not yet lathered.
“I need to get everywhere for it to work.” She says. “Don’t make this any harder than it already is.” You note that there’s a pun to be made with ‘harder’ as you drop your boxers, exposing yourself to the pimply faced teen, showing her a shameful mild erection. She sighs a little bit and sort of adverts her eyes as she lathers your thighs and buttocks first. This of course, only causes your erection to grow.
“Can you think about something else for a second while I do this?” She says as she gets ready to lather your shaft. “I mean, you’re going to be soaked in acid in just a minute, that’s not preoccupying your thoughts at all?” You look down the teen in her white lab coat on her knees in front of you, about to stroke your penis with lotion. If you were to tell the truth, the thought of going into a stomach in just a little bit might be accentuating the feeling… especially since there’s a good chance you’ll be coming out alive.
“Sorry.” You apologize to Rachel.
“Although it’s not that I’m not flattered…” she says flirtatiously, sticking out her tongue a bit. Great, she had to go and do something like that… now your hormones are out of control as she rubs up and down your shaft. You try to change your thoughts to avoid an embarrassing climax.
“So which one of you is going to be uh.. testing?” You ask.