Noting changes in your life

Throughout the rest of the week, between your lab running ragged with the increased work coming from samples to a sudden emergency "all hands on deck" memo passed out regarding a potential new virulent strain outbreak in the south districts, you were sure of three things: Just masturbating into a cup every morning did not help; Your body seemingly created monster loads that easily filled beakers without worry; and pheromones were not your friend at the moment. The medicine did not make you a horn-dog lecher by any means but it rendered any cum-addicted soul within 20 feet of you stupefied and with 10 feet, your ****. You accidentally found this out when your mom came in for her dose and by the moment she reached out to you, you had found her panting and clawing at your clothes.

"STOP!" She paused in mid motion, still very much frantic for you but her body was responding to your command. You just looked at her and then, for a lark, motioned for her to get on her knees. You weren't sure what was more surprising: the fact that it worked or the fact that she did it without question. Perhaps both, really.

It worked for Kayla too, when you tested it on her, by having her take a zucchini and anal fuck herself while she sucked you off. Her technique still needed vast improvement, she still had teeth pressed against your shaft when she went too deep, and you smacked her. It was by accident and you instantly went to apologize only to find her moaning and saying that she would be a good girl and not use her teeth. You then had to physically restrain her when she suddenly lunged for a hammer to smash her teeth.

You took great pains after that to be careful on what you said, how you said things, and worked towards making sure that your harem of cumsluts were taken care of.

That still didn't solve the issue, though, with the body changes you were experiencing. Increased semen production was a given, there was ample evidence to show that. You also did not have to worry, there was proof of the pheromone being produced by your body. You were the Alpha of Alpha Males, Alpha would be defined with your picture if things got to that point. But that would mean that there would be an Omega too, the beginning and end, yin and yang. You were the Uber Male but that would mean that there would be an Uber Female out there, right? What would that look like?

You hated how clinical you were taking things. Men lesser than you would be thanking all gods of eternity to be the man that could satisfy endless women without hesitation. The fact that your body had been modified to have a short refractory period and boosted your stamina meant that you were almost a fucking legend. In some corners of Asia, they would make bad porn about you.

You leaned back in your chair and glanced at the figure standing in the doorway to your office. You wondered how long the person had been standing there but, more importantly, you wondered why that person was standing there. "Yes?"

"Listen..." the person closed the door behind them and turned around to look back at you. "I'm still changing."

You blinked at your supervisor and motioned for them to come closer. The CEO looked a bit relieved and walked halfway to your desk before you noticed what he meant. "When did this start happening?"