A Temporary Solution.

As the morning light filtered into my bedroom, I awoke to the worst hangover of my life. Even the soft, smooth breathing of the sweet girl who lay beside me with her arm gently draped over me felt like a percussion drum being banged upon inches fro3m my ear.

"Onee-chan," I murmured as I delicately extricated myself from under Akane's arm careful not to wake her.

"Little brother," she mumbled in her sleep before grabbing my pillow as a replacement for my missing body.

I got ready as stealthily as possible. My ruined shirt I discarded in the bin. I replaced my wrinkled suit with a clean Tshirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.

I left my protective "older sister" slumbering in bed as I made my way to the bus stop. At this time of day, there was hardly anyone taking the bus. I was most thankful for this as I felt like the bus had run me over before stopping to pick me up.

I sat in the back until the infernally loud chime indicated that the bus had arrived at Hart Genetics.

As always, the main entrance to my mother's building was immaculate. A red brick sidewalk lined with freshly bloomed tulips of all colors led to an immense lobby who's decorations bordered upon decadence.

I walked up to the receptionist, a tall, slender lady with cole black skin. She looked up from the computer screen and smiled. "Mr. Hart good to see you this morning."

"Good morning Lashanda. My mother is expecting me," I replied, still squinting at the bright light.

"Of course. Had a few too many last night, eh," Lashanda jibed. She had always enjoyed picking at me.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, knowing that a lecture from my mother probably awaited me.

"Not terribly. I'm sure Ms. Hart won't read you the riot act," Lashanda said playfully. She reached in a metal box and pulled out a pure white card. "Here is your visitor's pass."

I reached out for the card. When our hands made contact Lashanda lingered a bit longer than she needed to before releasing the pass. "Thanks."

Lashanda smiled at me, mischievously. "Any time, sweety."

I took the card and walked to the bank of elevators. What's got into her? Lashanda has always enjoyed trying to make me uncomfortable, but she has never been this flirty in her teasing. I gave a quick look back to the desk after I pushed the lift call button and could have sworn she was peaking my way.

After a quick ride up the elevator, I walked up to my mother's door and pressed the buzzer. With little fanfare, the door opened, and I stepped in.

My mother and her alluring personal assistant were in the middle of going over some kind of report. Mia looked up and smiled at me and then tapped my mother on the shoulder. "He's here."

"Good of you to join us, son," My mother stated without looking up to acknowledge me. I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was highly annoyed. "And only forty-five minutes late. I guess the fact that you could be breaking down on the cellular level isn't as important as whoever that woman was I heard giggling in the background last night."

"You heard her... wait... Did you say breaking down..." I stuttered as what my mother just said hit home.

"Don't be that way, Trista," Mia said before turning to me. "It's not that bad Greg, though..."

"You may not be in immediate peril, but you did scramble your DNA something fierce," Mother continued Mia's explanation in mocking fashion, finally deigning to look up at me. Her piercing eyes were cold and foreboding. "Luckily for you, I have a come up with a temporary solution until a permanent fix is found."

"Mia, you can leave us," she said in a tone that I knew meant she was not to be questioned.

Mia gave me a pitiful look before leaving. My mother got up and produced a syringe filled with a bright blue liquid. "Drop your pants."

I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to my knees. I bent over to give my mother easy access to my hip. "So, what exactly did I do to myself?"

"You mutated the Shota Virus in your system. Basically, went from being asexual to a raging horndog. Your cock works, sometimes. Also, an interesting side effect to your ill-designed experiment is you give off potent pheromones. Exposure to them in close proximity for an extended period of time would have an interesting effect on most women.

"Interesting effect?" I questioned.

"Yes, heightened arousal, shifts in mood, inhibition of the decision-making process. Also, our tests showed that getting hard can have severe adverse effects on you as well," Mother said as she wiped down my hip with an antiseptic pad.

I tensed, waiting for the sting of the needle. "What you're saying is I have an insatiable sex drive, an indefatigable cock, women can't resist me, and all of this is adding up to put me six feet under?"

"Precisely, which is why I'm giving you this shot of protogenes..." Mother started to answer."

I spun around at the mention of protogenes. "Hold up. Protogenes? No, no, no. I may be reckless, but I'm not insane."

Mother looked down at my semi-hard cock as I had neglected to pull up my pants. Her gaze lingered there more than a parent should until I covered myself with my hands. "We have to stabilize your genetic structure quickly. Protogenes will hopefully buy you time enough for me to figure out a permanent solution to your fuck up. Now, turn back around an bend over."

"Yeah, and who knows what new problems they'll cause. Where the fuck did you even get protogenes? Last I checked they were banned," I asked, standing my ground.

I could see a bead of sweat forming on my mother's brow as anger flashed across her face. "Hart Genetics has a supply as part of our government contracts. I know it's not ideal, but you royally fucked up, and we need to act quickly. If you know of something else besides Protogenes that can arrest the Shota Virus for short periods I'm all ears."

"I don't," I grumbled as a turned back around.

Mother slid the needle into my hip. Pain coursed throughout my body as the banned genetic material flowed into veins. My brain fogged as visions of Lara played in my mind. The beautiful redhead began to morph into Carla first, then Akane, and finally Ashley.

My mother's voice brought me back to reality. "Greg wake up." I felt a gentle shake, and when I opened my eyes, my mother was staring at me with an extremely concerned look on her face.

I sat up and shook my head. It seemed like electricity was coursing through my body. I looked at my mother. I had never noticed before how ravishingly beautiful Trista was. "I feel... Amazing!"

"What relief. For a second, I was afraid you had been right about the protogenes," Trista stated.

"I should never have doubted you Trista," I replied, placing a hand on my mother's thigh.

Trista's eyes went wide with shock, but she did not move to remove my offending hand. "Son, what are you doing?"

"What I should have done the other day, we were interrupted," I answered before kissing my mother with a fiery passion.