Note: This is the opening segment to a potentially broader story that might include some “Choose your own adventure” elements if readers are interested. As always constructive criticism is encouraged.
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Jason let out a yawn so obnoxiously loud it would have mildly embarrassed him if he wasn’t completely alone. The atrium was cavernous large and finely furnished. The walls were paneled with varying shades of sandstone brick, and the floors were covered in a rich, intricately patterned red carpet. It looked more like the entrance to a fine hotel and rather than the corporate laboratory it was.
Jason spun around in his swivel chair, stopping himself back in front of the table they stationed him at and glanced down at his notes.
It had been nearly 3 weeks since they began advertising the clinical trials. The director had given him a list of several names that tentatively agreed to participate, but not a soul had shown up. To be fair he had heard the ad they were broadcasting… *Participate in the advancement in genetic technology! Seeking female volunteers for clinical research! Help discover a cure for sexual performance anxiety and sexual dysfunction. Eligible volunteers will receive tax-free compensation for each trial they participate in.*
The ad barely said anything, but just the idea of testing some undisclosed genetic technology would be enough to scare anyone off.
He slid his hand across the top of the thermal case on the table, it was a large red box with a rudimentary snappy locking mechanism. The glowing battery emblem on its lid indicated he had four notches of battery life left, whatever that meant.
He knew the thermal case contained eight vials of the semi-transparent yellow liquid. Each with a multitude of bio-synthetic stem cells encoded with specific biologic instructions. Most of which induced some sort of biological or hormonal mutation. At least that was what he was told when they sat him here. He assumed some of them had to be placebos, but he wasn’t certain. He was an intern and a marketing student, in all honesty, he felt out of his depth.
He glanced back down at his notes and quickly rifling through the pages again.
He was curious about the vials himself. Especially the vial dubbed “A1V18L.”
According to his notes:
*“A1V18L” had been designed to generate a glandular nerve cluster with roughly 3 times the sensory nerve endings as a clitoris somewhere between the rectum and the bend into the Sigmoid colon. The bio-synthetic cells would also increase the muscular plasticity of the rectum, as well as induce the growth of multiple ultra-sensitive internal rectal sphincters. He was told it could generate anywhere from four to six interior muscular rings, but the actual number could vary from patient to patient. Simply put; the vial made anal sex more pleasurable than vaginal for all parties involved.*
Although Jason never tried anal, he had been obsessed with it since he had witnessed the act in the first bit of porno he ever saw. There was an excitement behind the act that he could quite explain, and while passing the itch on to some stranger didn’t satisfy his needs, he simply enjoyed the idea of some girl developing the strange modifications.
*The vial “O2I481” had been designed to dampen the body’s natural gag reflex, increase the production of saliva by manipulating the patient’s salivary glands, and induced a state of oral fixation during arousal. The geneticists also designed the cells to generate a range of muscular elasticity in the patient’s throat, theoretically allowing them precise voluntary control over those muscles.*
*The vial “10V3IN” was designed to manipulate the brain’s neurotransmitters to produce ungodly amounts of oxytocin and norepinephrine as well as a host of other chemicals, but primarily the hormones responsible for libido, intimacy, and attraction. Though it wasn’t part of the initial design the subject in the virtual lab also begin to produce something the geneticists dubbed the “trust” pheromone, giving the subject great influence over the control group. He was told the concoction resulted in a kind of sex-crazed intimacy monster, but despite internal protests, the company executives were still willing to push for real-world trials.*
*The vial “TI77I3” was probably the least invasive of the batch. It promoted the redistribution and growth of adipose tissue. Since the cells were designed to concentrate at the injection site the patient could select whatever areas they wanted to enlarge and the cells would get to work. However, the cells also had a tendency to spout nerve endings, effectively turning the areas into highly sensitive erogenous zones. He was told the executives saw this as a bonus rather than a draw-back and they expected this product to be the first on the market once trials proved successful.*
*The last vial he had notes on was labeled “201U9H” it had been said to cause the overwhelming production of a pheromone which caused extreme and often aggressive arousal in the opposite sex. He was told the genetic modification was actually the result of an accident, but the big-wigs upstairs were sure there would be a market for it somewhere, so they approved it for real-world trials anyway.*
Against all reasonable odds, a young woman appeared in front of the glass entryway doors. She paused there a moment, her hand on the handle, it was obvious she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to push or pull. When she finally pushed the door open and stepped inside, she was a little red in the face, her lips curved into an awkward grin.
She was cute, Jason thought. Huggable, was the first thing that came to his mind.
Her hair was balayage of dirty blonde fashioned in a collar-length bob. She was about average in height, slender, wrapped in pale pink, a-line dress and cropped denim jacket. The roomier lower half of the dress fell in broad pleats from her hips, giving her almost a bell shape.
“Hi, I’m here for the clinical trial?” She announced in a hushed tone as she approached Jason’s table.
“You’re in the right place,” Jason answered as he neatly centered his notes, “I assume you already passed the screening?”
The woman nodded, “I just wasn’t sure exactly what I was signing up for?”
“They didn’t go over the genetic therapy injections?” Jason asked as he drummed his fingers atop the thermal case, “you just select the product you’re interested in and we administer the treatment right here.”
“Oh, they explained it,” She sighed, “lots of legal stuff…. but that was weeks ago, they hardly spoke about the experiments.”
“They’re not experiments, Miss?”
“Oh, it’s Parker. Laura Lynn Parker.” She answered with a smile.
Jason quickly glanced down the list and found her name, “Ms. Parker, the genetic material has been proved safe and effective for humans, these trials are purely for the sake of efficacy.”
Laura hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, “Doctor… whatever his name was, said I would be awarded $2,000 for every trial I participated in?”
“Correct,” he answered.
“Which one do you think is the… Safest?” she asked.
“They’re all safe,” Jason answered with practiced confidence.
“Yeah— but which one would you pick?” Laura pleaded.
Jason felt his knee begin to shake, and then his mouth suddenly went dry, “You want me to pick for you?” he asked trying to maintain his calm.
Laura chewed her lower lip nervously, “Would you go over—” she paused, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, “No, actually… yes… I mean I personally don’t have any ISSUES in the bedroom, but I would like it if you could just pick the most best —like the SAFEST dose of whatever it is you guys got…”
Jason reached over and clicked open the lid of the thermal case, “are you sure?” he asked.
Laura gave him the barest of nods and then smiled meekly.
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As a bit of a writing experiment I wanted to pose the choice to the readers. What vial would you like to see the protagonist select? If you don’t like the options available in the story you’re more than welcome to suggest something else, and I’ll try to shoe horn it in there.
Please put your suggestions or choices in the comment section below. Thank you!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p53crt/gene_therapy_scifimfconstructive_criticismreader
Intriguing. I like the Choice bit.
All, but I mean obviously anal.
I like wat u did by naming some of the doses in lead speech but id choose 10V3IN