ToolmanTim
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Two guys and a girl were standing outside the entrance to the club, all three smoking cigarettes. The neon sign above their heads read, "Xes" and even though everyone pronounced it as though referring to a former lover, the obvious innuendo of the reverse ordering of the word gave the singles bar a rather erotic flavor.
For his part Dave took a deep breath and looked down at the dashboard of his parked Chevy truck with a bench seat. He'd bought it years ago with the government grant money to haul equipment, and used it as his personal vehicle. Dave took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. He needed to be calm and he needed courage. Tonight he was going to break the law, and if anyone ever found out he'd probably be locked away forever.
It all started in undergraduate classes at the university. A math/chemistry/physics triple major, Dave was working as a lab assistant for one of the bio teachers doing statistical analysis on DNA. A short protien chain caught his eye and Dave focused and refocused on it over the years while he earned his masters and doctorate. He took a few specialty courses on genetics and eventually discovered the sequence that had been haunting him governed estrus, the chemical reaction that caused a female mammal to got into heat, or be ready to breed.
He did his biochemistry doctoral thesis on this gene chain and applied to the US government for a research grant, which he got. He theorized he could synthesize a serum that would permanently change the DNA of a female of the species, enhancing the effects of estrus, producing more powerful pheromones, and increasing the frequency at which her eggs would be ready to be fertilized.
The implications for endangered mammalian species was phenomenal. They could be bred in zoos more easily and perhaps even be kept on special farms once their population was high enough.
When he applied for his grant there were implications that his work could allow infertile women to become fertile. The government wasn't interested in human genetic experimentation and Dave was given his grant on the express condition that he do no human experimentation.
Which is what he planned to do tonight.
His research had gone well, considerably better then anyone had imagined. But there was a side effect he found in the mice he experimented on that he hadn't expected. The female mice became, well, wanton. They were constantly pestering the male mice, presenting themselves for copulation moments after finishing. The trend continued through all the mammalian species he experimented on: rats, hamsters, guinea pigs, regular pigs, dogs, cats, sheep, even monkeys.
The other odd thing he noticed was that the females seemed to be fixating on the first male they copulated with after injesting the serum. They would always check first for the first male they had attached to; only after, if he could not be found would they accept any male available.
Dave realized that he wasn't just increasing fertility, he was turning females into complete sluts, utterly dependent on their need for sexual orgasm.
He needed to try it on a human female. An attractive human female. Having this much power over women and not using it was torture. He could make any woman his sex slave and Dave wanted to.
Which was why he was at a singles bar. Dave wasn't the best with the ladies, he was too smart for one thing, and often would go off on irrelevent tangents which usually bored whomever he was talking to. And while he had dated, and wasn't a virgin, his dating had been with other science students who he met in the lab. The truth was he more frightened of making an ass of himself when he went into "Xes" then he was of the cops finding out what he'd done.
But then he thought about what would happen if he was successful, a girl who would do anything he asked of her, who'd suck him off or rub her tits on his cock or anything he asked. And that thought set him off.
Dave was out of his truck in a heartbeat, striding to the singles bar. He was dressed in a simple white polo shirt and jeans. Dave stood six feet tall, and had three fooet wide shoulders. While no one would ever mistake him for a bodybuilder he was a large guy who kept himself in decent shape, hitting the gym thrice a week, as suggested by the latest health research.
He walked past the smokers and went inside. The place was dark and loud, and made him uncomfortable. Some popular song Dave didn't recognize was blaring from the speakers. He made his way to the bar and ordered a shot of Jameson and a Guiness.
"Dude, you want a carbomb?" the bartender asked.
"No, I want a shot of Jameson, and a Guiness."
"Yeah, a carbomb."
Dave shook his head. "Look, I want a shot. Then, after I drink it, I want a beer."
The bartender looked at Dave like he had two heads. "Ok dude, whatever floats your boat." The bartender left to get the drinks.
Dave rolled his eyes. He happened to see a fairly attractive girl across the bar looking at him. He caught her eye and smiled.
For his part Dave took a deep breath and looked down at the dashboard of his parked Chevy truck with a bench seat. He'd bought it years ago with the government grant money to haul equipment, and used it as his personal vehicle. Dave took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. He needed to be calm and he needed courage. Tonight he was going to break the law, and if anyone ever found out he'd probably be locked away forever.
It all started in undergraduate classes at the university. A math/chemistry/physics triple major, Dave was working as a lab assistant for one of the bio teachers doing statistical analysis on DNA. A short protien chain caught his eye and Dave focused and refocused on it over the years while he earned his masters and doctorate. He took a few specialty courses on genetics and eventually discovered the sequence that had been haunting him governed estrus, the chemical reaction that caused a female mammal to got into heat, or be ready to breed.
He did his biochemistry doctoral thesis on this gene chain and applied to the US government for a research grant, which he got. He theorized he could synthesize a serum that would permanently change the DNA of a female of the species, enhancing the effects of estrus, producing more powerful pheromones, and increasing the frequency at which her eggs would be ready to be fertilized.
The implications for endangered mammalian species was phenomenal. They could be bred in zoos more easily and perhaps even be kept on special farms once their population was high enough.
When he applied for his grant there were implications that his work could allow infertile women to become fertile. The government wasn't interested in human genetic experimentation and Dave was given his grant on the express condition that he do no human experimentation.
Which is what he planned to do tonight.
His research had gone well, considerably better then anyone had imagined. But there was a side effect he found in the mice he experimented on that he hadn't expected. The female mice became, well, wanton. They were constantly pestering the male mice, presenting themselves for copulation moments after finishing. The trend continued through all the mammalian species he experimented on: rats, hamsters, guinea pigs, regular pigs, dogs, cats, sheep, even monkeys.
The other odd thing he noticed was that the females seemed to be fixating on the first male they copulated with after injesting the serum. They would always check first for the first male they had attached to; only after, if he could not be found would they accept any male available.
Dave realized that he wasn't just increasing fertility, he was turning females into complete sluts, utterly dependent on their need for sexual orgasm.
He needed to try it on a human female. An attractive human female. Having this much power over women and not using it was torture. He could make any woman his sex slave and Dave wanted to.
Which was why he was at a singles bar. Dave wasn't the best with the ladies, he was too smart for one thing, and often would go off on irrelevent tangents which usually bored whomever he was talking to. And while he had dated, and wasn't a virgin, his dating had been with other science students who he met in the lab. The truth was he more frightened of making an ass of himself when he went into "Xes" then he was of the cops finding out what he'd done.
But then he thought about what would happen if he was successful, a girl who would do anything he asked of her, who'd suck him off or rub her tits on his cock or anything he asked. And that thought set him off.
Dave was out of his truck in a heartbeat, striding to the singles bar. He was dressed in a simple white polo shirt and jeans. Dave stood six feet tall, and had three fooet wide shoulders. While no one would ever mistake him for a bodybuilder he was a large guy who kept himself in decent shape, hitting the gym thrice a week, as suggested by the latest health research.
He walked past the smokers and went inside. The place was dark and loud, and made him uncomfortable. Some popular song Dave didn't recognize was blaring from the speakers. He made his way to the bar and ordered a shot of Jameson and a Guiness.
"Dude, you want a carbomb?" the bartender asked.
"No, I want a shot of Jameson, and a Guiness."
"Yeah, a carbomb."
Dave shook his head. "Look, I want a shot. Then, after I drink it, I want a beer."
The bartender looked at Dave like he had two heads. "Ok dude, whatever floats your boat." The bartender left to get the drinks.
Dave rolled his eyes. He happened to see a fairly attractive girl across the bar looking at him. He caught her eye and smiled.
