Blue-Green's bastard child

You downed the vial quickly, realizing that the fact it was oral did not mean it wouldn't taste horrible going down (which you were right, it burned worse than the absinthe you drank the night before your first year med school finals...how the hell you managed to beg your way back in from expulsion was beyond you.) The plus side was that there was no needles to jab into your spine or **** devices to inject millimeters from the world's only (now limitless) cum dispenser. The downside? Yup, it was still strong enough to knock you out flat on your back.

Like a bitch.

It was only for a moment, though, and you had luckily laid down after swallowing the burning molten substance. It took a few more moments for you to gather your wits before you got back onto your feet and scanned the vial's code in. A few more seconds and the screen popped up with the log for the substance.

Genetic manipulator carrier-Permits genetic manipulation of consumer by producer injecting dosage prior to cunsumption

You looked down at the language on the screen as you further reviewed the document and then looked inside the bag to find a separate container marked "Turquoise Supplemental". It took a few moments to open but when you did, you noticed a single syringe and numerous small vial containers, each with a marking and a numerical sequence that coincided with the printout on the screen in front of you. According to the document, each contained a different genetic alteration substance that would not affect you but would, upon injection, go into the seminal fluid and once absorbed by the person, would permit you to alter part of their genetics. It wouldn't cause them to grow something completely outlandish but it would permit you to do some tinkering here and there. Want her to have bigger breasts? Done. Reduction in age on a cellular level? No problem. Increased fertility? Easy.

You wondered a bit at how this sounded like nothing more than the sexual fantasies of someone who had too much time to look at shit on the Internet. You had this idea of tattooing a meme onto the team lead's head: "You spend so long thinking about if you could that you didn't think about if you should..."

The knock on the door took you out of your Jurassic ideas and as you looked behind, you noticed Monica slipping into the room and smiled at you. "I noticed your surprise for me, baby..."

You grinned and looked at her as she walked over to you and slid onto your lap. "You said the other way you looked, you didn't feel like it fit you."

Monica smiled and kissed you before wrapping her hands around you and resting her head on your shoulder. "Thanks for listening to me. Felt that the other way...I was just one of your whores. This way, I like it..."

You snapped a pic and then showed it to her. "You approve, then?"

"It helps that my man can make me look like whatever he wants, I can always change things up if I need to."

You spun the chair around slowly and she took a few moments to read the page before looking down at the vials in their packet. "So, which are you going to do first?"

You fingered out a small vial and held it up so she could look at the number and the page number. "Is that how you're going to get Brandi and Stephanie to stay away? That's a bit...much, don't you think?"