That time I got hardcore experimental gene therapy

You’ve always been an ordinary guy. Even your doctor tells you that your height and weight are perfectly average. When you worked up the Irish courage to measure your dick you again found that you are almost perfectly normal maybe a 1/16th of an inch from the average. There’s nothing wrong with being normal, but you’ve always harbored the desire to be abnormal!

You could be so much more!
Or in your innermost darkest desires so much less!

You definitely want to be over 6 feet tall with a cock that puts average to shame and a chest broad enough to project movies on. You’d have pecs that pop, abs you can grate cheese on, and trapezius muscles for days! Dominant as fuck, you’d turn women’s heads and then take them to their beds. You’d be a modern day Atilla fucking bitches and getting money. Getting everyone pregnant!

On the other hand… You want to be about five foot five with a small inoffensive penis that’s barely there and easy to tuck. You want to have feminine tits that are at least a C-cup! A soft smooth hairless body, silky hair down your back, and a figure that drives other men crazy! You just know that you could be a perfect little cock slut outcompeting women for male attention!

You’re so conflicted, but you know one thing for sure you’re horny as FUCK! You’re doing okay as an average male, it’s not like you don’t get laid. But you aren’t kidding yourself it isn’t even close to being enough. You’re sexually frustrated the majority of the time. It’d take a harem of women or a stable of studs to satisfy your raging libido. When you really think about it the amount of time you’d like to spend fucking is probably somewhere between 2 and 8 hours a day, EVERY SINGLE DAY! And when you’re honest with yourself you know that one partner simply isn’t enough. It’s not like you’re a polygamist or anything, you just need lots of lovers. Is that so wrong?

So you made the logical choice in your position. You chose to get hardcore experimental gene therapy. The waivers you had to sign were fucking insane! You’re almost positive you signed away your power of attorney and you might have even given them the legal right to straight up kill you. But they guaranteed to more than fulfill your sexual desires so you eagerly signed every single form they put in front of you. You might have even signed one that said something about worshipping the company or becoming their mascot, you didn’t even read the first document in full and if you you’ve signed one then you have signed at least twenty. They must own you by now, but you don’t care!

When they’re finally satisfied with paperwork the suits leave and you’re corralled into a room with a stunning woman. She’s more gorgeous than any porn starlet you’ve ever seen. Her top is a plain white bra perfectly fitted to her well above average breasts. You lick your lips looking at them, what must it feel like to have your cock between those gorgeous melons? She notices you staring and simply quirks an eyebrow. Her nonchalant and surpassing sexiness is overwhelming every rational part of your brain.

She smiles and it’s a look that could melt boulders. “Thank you for participating in our study. Now you have a choice to make.” Her arms extend and her hands open revealing a pair of pills identical except for their color one is pink and the other is red. Two shades of the same color.