Day 2-Another color scheme

"Oh man..."

You looked at the packet sitting in front of you, splayed open on the table, and each of the two choices told you that you were dealing with a bunch of perverted sadists back in the labs. You thought you were at the pinnacle of perversion, being the one with the cum that can now override years, if not decades, of genetic growth and chromosomal information with a single fuck-session. With your cum and your body producing industrial quantities of it, you thought you would be the sickest man in the company, if not on the planet.

Turns out, you didn't hold a candle to the whims of closet otakus in a darkened lab.

The device was the same contraption, the same multi-needle to the nut device that you abhorred yesterday and relished dismantling over the side of the cliff earlier this morning when you had gone for your daily jog. But now, looking at its doppelganger, you weren't all too sure that this wasn't some bad zombie movie and the **** of the medical devices a sadistic side-plot gone wrong.

There were two colored vials, each individually marked and secured in their sachets, and when you glanced at the names on them, especially the departments, you wondered if there was some sort of progression or chart you should be monitoring or, at the very least, privy to. Yesterday, the choices were between genetic manipulation and psychological imprinting. That was a unique choice decision right there.

The Red vial, marked R-2, was from the Fertility Group, known for treatments to enhance fertility and to increase the ability of conception.

The Blue vial, marked B-2, was from the Aromatics Group, this was unusual in that they usually dealt with perfumes. What did Perfumes have to do with...

...oh...