An adult version of Blues Clues

You selected and slipped into the device the blue vial, closing the top and clicking it once. As it hummed in your hand, letting you know the contents were being measured and doled out, you wondered what exactly would the lab rats in the perfume division have to test on you that required semen absorption. It was already known that people who bonded with their donors were particular to the scent and react to it. What else would there need to be testing for?

As you scanned the code in the empty glass vial, though, you had your answer.

BLUE B-1 First Dosage-Donor bodily production of pheromones and body odor becomes distinct to the subject and cannot be overcome by artificial coverings or changes of clothing.

Great, now those bitches are going to be smelling me all the time, you groaned as the device stopped its whirring in your hands. With a small, satirical ping to let you know it was ready, you looked dejectedly at the tips and sighed before you decided to lay on the ground and getting the middle man out of the way. A few more breaths, moments to contemplate the existence of all existence, and you pressed the button.

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Fuck, that hurt...

You came to slowly as the sun slowly filtered into the room and you felt three things. First, you felt the need to find whomever was making these designed needles and you'd purposefully infect them and then whore them out on the streets. You needed those sons-of-bitches to pay for you fainting like a prima-donna every time you had an injection. That needed to be done post-haste, in your opinion.

The second thing, you felt your cock and balls becoming even more engorged than usual and the reactions confirmed your suspicions. You were causing changes in the people around you but your body had to adjust and adapt as well. If you were going to making breeders and people dependent on your ability to produce sperm, your body needed to up its ability not only to generate the little buggers but also to house, contain, and replace as needed.

Third, well, if you could call this an issue really, went along with the second one. You were already a bit on the size of "giant" when it came to dimensions and thickness. Now, though, you felt your balls and partly wondered how on earth would you be able to move and function in any other aspect. People would know you were packing, you suspected that from the looks that quite a few women, and men too, gave you as you passed by.

Deciding that it would come time for figuring out things later, you looked at the clock and wondered whether you should take care of your wife, asleep in the next room, or to start bringing your Latina hoe to heel...