All characters in this story are 18+. Be warned that this DARK story contains amputation (off-page and painless)
Harvey would rate his terminal prostate cancer experience a nine out of ten so far. He had to deduct a point for having only one or two years left to live, but he was living his best life in the meantime.
Nobody likes getting a finger up the bum, so many men like himself never got themselves checked until it was too late. The discovery of a mutation that gave some women the power to detect prostate cancer in semen a thousand times more accurately than the classic method was a game-changer. In the interest of public health, any girl with Prostatic Seminal Revulsion was compelled to accept their new vocation. To exclude mothers and valuable employees, getting tested for PSR was only mandatory for girls who wanted to earn a diploma. The mutation was so rare it was soon viewed as a mere formality, even though the test was arguably more invasive than what men would have gone through at the doctor's office.
“You're a lifesaver, Harvey. We had such a backlog of graduates before you came along. I don't want to speak ill of your predecessor, God rest his soul, but he only managed to do five PSR tests a day. You're doing four times as many on your bad days!” Principal Victoria was in charge of one of the largest private all-girl schools but even they had to follow regulation. Thankfully they could afford a resident tester but the turnover rate was high for obvious, morbid reasons.
“I can't take all the credit; the girls at your school are so beautiful, it doesn't even feel like work. I hope I'm not too rough with them. Have you gotten any complaints?” The site office parked in the schoolyard was also Harvey's cozy little home where he was to spend the rest of his days. Whenever there was a knock at the door, it was a cute girl here to swallow his jizz and pretend it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. It didn't matter that the girls knew the trick; it was said that to a girl with PSR, the taste of cancer-tainted semen was so foul, there was no way she could swallow it with a smile, even to save herself from a lifetime of cum guzzling servitude.
“Now, don't you worry about that one bit. You're not here to make any friends,” said Principal Victoria with the cheeky smile of someone who had ignored many complaints. “And if there's anything we can do to make your processing easier, please do not hesitate to ask.”
“Well, I wouldn't have said anything but if it's possible to have the girls come to me in the nude. Maybe... Maybe just the socks on?"
Principal Victoria smiled again. “I think we can arrange that.”
Valerie saw her friend getting dressed in a hurry by the stairs of the trailer. Her eyes were puffy and red.
“That bad, huh?” she told her.
Her friend sniffed and wiped her eyes with her wrist. “Yeah, it fucking sucks. I didn't know he would almost choke me to death and put his dirty balls in my face. But at least it's over. And the texture is so nasty I almost gagged. So if I did gag, I would have been fucked? The whole thing is so stupid.”
“I heard if you fail they try again a few times to be sure. So you would have been fine anyway,” Valerie said.
“You don't seem too nervous,” her friend asked.
After a quick look around the deserted soccer field, Valerie unhooked her bra and slid down her panties. As per the school's new regulation, her innie pussy was waxed and immaculate. Unprotected from the cold breeze, her nipples hardened and she shivered for a multitude of reasons. “You said it best: 'At least it's over'. I can't wait to say that too.”
"You got accepted into Juilliard; faking a smile while saying yum should be a piece of cake for you. I'll probably see you in the showers in ten minutes. I'll be in there cleansing my face of ballsack smell."
Valerie never met her there.
"Number?"
“21526.” Valerie's left hand was covering the V of her crotch. The long blond hair that had been carefully placed over the incidental cleavage her spare arm created by pressing on her breasts had been blown behind her by the draft of the door opening. With milky white skin and deep, ocean blue eyes, she was a vision of purity in the drab, under-furnished trailer.
Before his perverted special request, some girls had an air of defiance when they came into his office, others an air of pity for the dying man. Now they all came to him cold and vulnerable. He loved how they tried to cover their little naughty bits because once he got balls deep in their throat at the edge of his couch, the arm-flailing would begin and he would see everything.
“You're a cute one," he told her. "Just lie down, mouth open, and it'll be over before you know it.” Though he had never met a young girl he wasn't happy to use her throat as a pussy, Valerie's large breasts with puffy nipples on her thin frame made her today's treat.
'Before she knew it' actually stretched into 15 minutes of a thick cock jabbing at her throat with thrusts that made her entire body revolt. She had heard of girls tempering their gag reflex with a cucumber before the test and regretted not taking that advice seriously. Once Valerie realized that tapping out on the man's legs did not elicit any slowing down or kindness, she resigned herself to using her hands to keep her breasts from jiggling too much.
When the cock came out, her first deep breath inhaled an avalanche of goo. As her friend warned, the slimy texture immediately triggered a gag reflex but it was the taste, the most rancid, disgusting thing to ever touch her tongue that made the mouthful so hard to swallow. She was told to mentally prepare for anchovy juice mixed with bleach, but never could she imagine such unbearable intensity that lingered in her mouth long after the load began its slow slimy journey down her gullet. Valerie's determination was her best quality, so once her body stopped quivering she smiled and said thank you.
Out of focus behind the dick in his hand, Harvey was frozen in contemplation, staring deep into Valerie's eyes. Her facial complexion had almost returned to normal since the throat fucking, but she was turning red again from the embarrassment of the transparency of her lie.
“I think...” Harvey said when Val started to cry. “I think you have PSR.” He was just as shocked and just as naked as she was. The testing was fun but he had almost forgotten what it was all for.
“No, I loved it,” Valerie said huskily. “I was just surprised by how much I loved it.”
“Mhmm...” Harvey was unconvinced. “All they told me was that I would know it when I saw it. This reaction...,” he gestured at all of her "this feels like it."
“Whatever it is, that's not it. Let me try again, you'll see.”
“Hey, I already did my quota this week. We can try again as often as you want.”
Valerie did not wait for Harvey to get fully hard again before shoving his slippery penis back into her mouth and nursing it as she had seen in her video research. The taste hit her again, traces of cum coated the cock and the urethra and made her reel in disgust. Quickly before Harvey noticed (though he did notice) she took a deep breath and got back to it. If I can fake it right just once...
The two got to know each other very well in the following days. Valerie got her throat fucked dozens of times, and whenever Harvey was tired, she would suck him off on her knees while he watched TV. Her revulsion was always obvious and it soon felt like Harvey was only letting her try again out of compassion. Deep in her cum-filled guts, she knew. And she knew he knew.
When Harvey told the poor frustrated girl she should probably spend her last free weekend with her family, she begged him to fuck her just to buy a few more rounds. Perhaps the taste of her pussy and ass on his dick would be an overpowering flavor that masked the atrocious prostate fluid. After a long weekend of sex and swallowing loads, it was Principal Victoria who put an end to the charade. Harvey took no pleasure in writing the report that condemned such a beautiful, bright young lady to a life of taste-testing stranger's semen. Valerie didn't blame him. She blamed herself. "Yum, that last one was delicious," she said out loud one last time in front of her principal, the frown lines of her face telling a completely different story.
Valerie would rate her transformation as a self-test machine a one out of ten. She had to give a point for the caring staff that removed her limbs as painlessly as possible. They warned her she should look away, but couldn't help a last glimpse at her arms and legs being carried away like a bundle of branches. And though she promised not to bite anyone, a few isolated incidents since the start of the program had led to new laws and her teeth also had to go.
A man in oil-stained overalls was lowering her torso onto the plugs of her seat in the front aisle of a busy Pharmacy. The sign already hung on cables above her head: “Testing is free! Test yourself often!” The anal and vaginal plugs were water-bottle-size and a foot deep at the moment of insertion. The urethra probe was the size of a sharpie marker and went up her peehole all the way to the bladder. Her little nubs were flailing about uselessly from the discomfort.
“You'll get used to them eventually... I would guess,” the technician told her, noticing her wince. “Any questions before I go? I only need to check on you once a year so..." Valerie could only think of one question and she doubted the man knew who had gotten the Juilliard scholarship in her stead.
There was already a line forming behind the technician when he turned the switch that made her suction tubes come alive, tensing what was left of her body in distress. But it was the warmth of his cock on her tender gums, a test run for the new cum-tasting machine, that finally made Valerie realize it was meaningless for a girl to dwell on her past when she had no future.
“Can you stop crying, please? It's already hard enough to do this in public.” A tall stranger said hunched over her, his cock sword-fighting her uvula.
“Hohhy, hi'm hew.” #21526 apologized before sucking and using her tongue properly. She was hiding a breast in each of her phantom palms without realizing her hands were gone forever. The best years of her life, and all the ones that followed, would be spent in the blinding white brightness of the pharmacy watching crotches move closer and farther and closer.
The man made a ponytail of her pretty hair, partly for grip but also to give his cock a little bit of privacy behind the blonde fountain, and went to town on the helpless moist mouth. He pulled hard on #21526's scalp forgetting for a moment of deepthroat ejaculation that she was a human being.
“Oh shit, sorry. I should have done it in your mouth. So you could taste it. That's the whole point isn't it?”
“It's OK, I can still tell that you're fine,” the prostate-juice taster said with genuine relief once her mouth was free.
“Yeah but I should probably do it right just to be sure.”
Valerie didn't tell the man that there was absolutely no chance the cancerous taste would go unnoticed even just from rubbing his dripping glans against her tongue on its way out, but stayed quiet as he dipped his cock in her toothless mouth once more. Her tastebuds were overjoyed at the contrast in taste. Regular sperm was merely disgusting.
If there was even a small chance that the men in the line forming behind her current client had prostate cancer, she wanted to enjoy the taste of regular nasty anchovy jelly as long as she could.