Returning home

The sight of the house looming up in front of you never felt so good.

The past few days had been spent adjusting to the new nature of your body, the way that the **** had impacted your reproductive system, and in fact the ability of your sperm to cause changes to people gave you a bit of a pause. It wasn't much to think about but the ramifications were staggering. As a scientist and someone who prided himself on logic and reason, the focused concern that the company had towards sperm (namely yours) was more than just something to be scared about: it was worth noting.

As a man, though? The idea of being able to fuck nonstop and to know your sperm was now astoundingly valuable was a bit of a shot to the ego (pun intended). It was hard enough to say you didn't want a swelled head, considering a swelled head was in fact a great thing to have down south, but you could make a killing on the cum market. Scientifically, you could make your cum the newest street ****, selling to all of the addicts (and making legions more!). Money would literally become meaningless to you at this point.

As you parked the car and turned off the engine, Monica stretched out in the passenger seat before she turned and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for driving, babe," she sighed before looking at the house in front of the two of you. "So..I guess this is it, then? Back to the grind?"

You laughed a bit at that before getting out of the car. "What's going to happen, though? I don't think you can go back downtown like that. Biometrics alone would keep you from accessing anything."

She nodded a bit sadly at that as she pulled her small carry-on out of the trunk. "I thought about that too. The tests came back, I'm literally no longer him." She gestured to her body and giggled. "Can't say I pass for a former white linebacker now, anyway. Figured I would take a look at other options and see what I can do."

You pulled your luggage from the back before the two of you walked up to the front. "It could be worse, though."

"Sure, you could have sold me to some Nigerian prince." Monica laughed a bit at that. "Still, that asshole deserved nothing less." As the two of you got to the front, she turned and placed her hand on your chest. "Thank you, though...for everything."

You nodded and as she turned around to go in, you pulled out a syringe and stabbed her in the neck. Within moments, she dropped unconsciously into your hands and you moved quietly into the house. A few of your assistants stood as you came in, motioning to the other three women who were laying on the ground and you slid them together. "Thanks guys."

After they filed out of your house, you turned and looked at them: Monica, your grandfather, your father and your mother. It would have been hellish to tell them directly and you could only imagine the issues that would arise from them knowing that you needed to select one, and only one, to become your primary relationship moving forward. The **** you were testing were going to be moved into mass production as soon as you could get the results confirmed: potency and latency were the two things you needed to have documentation on. Was the medicine effective in concentrating the effects and would those effects be permanent with the continued dosages given to the recipient? The other men/women would be your control group, exposed and being on the hook with your cum, but without the influence of the medicine. You didn't know who was more pitiable: the one who was chosen or the three who weren't.

You looked at the clock on the wall, the long hand ticking closer and closer to the 12 and the sign that you had to choose.

Shit...