Joe Brooke, with his thin frame and tired eyes, sat alone in the break room, a place he had come to associate with loneliness. The clamor of the lab group, their laughter and lively discussion, only served to highlight his isolation. He had become accustomed to being overlooked, his presence ignored by the vibrant, confident scientists around him.

The group’s chatter, usually a nuisance, today provided an unexpected gift. Kevin, the tall lab tech, spoke of a secret gene-editing service, a whisper on the wind that had captured the attention of the entire industry. Joe’s ears pricked up, and his mind began to race. He had followed the gene-editing research with a passion, a secret hope that it might offer him a way to change his life, to gain the respect and attention he craved.

As the group discussed the legality and plausibility of such a service, Joe’s gaze drifted to the dark-haired female scientist. Her slender frame and sharp features held his attention for a moment, a fleeting desire for something more. But his thoughts quickly returned to the conversation and the promise of power that gene editing offered.

Later that day, Joe, with a boldness that surprised even himself, hacked into Kevin’s email account. It was a simple task for someone of his skill, and soon he had the contact details of the mysterious gene editor. He felt a thrill, a rush of excitement that made his heart pound and his palms sweat. This was a secret he could keep, a power he could wield, and an adventure he could embark on, all without anyone suspecting a thing.

Joe knew he had to be careful. He couldn’t just dive headfirst into this unknown world. But the temptation was overwhelming. He needed to know more, to explore this hidden realm, and perhaps, just perhaps, to transform himself in ways he had only dared to dream of.

As he composed his email, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew this was a step into the unknown, a path that could lead to incredible opportunities or devastating consequences. But Joe, the overlooked IT guy, was ready to take that risk, to embrace a new life, and to finally step into the spotlight, even if it meant navigating a world of secrets and power dynamics.

The email sent, Joe sat back, his heart racing, anticipation building. He knew this was just the beginning, and he couldn’t wait to see what secrets the gene editor would unveil.

Joe’s fingers paused on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen, as he crafted the perfect message to the mysterious gene editor. He wanted to convey his desire, his need for a transformation, and his willingness to pay for it. With a deep breath, he typed:

‘Hi,

I have heard whispers of your work, and I must admit, I am intrigued. I seek a change, a new beginning, and I believe your expertise can provide me with the power I crave. I want to be attractive, desired, and respected. I want a body that turns heads, a body that commands attention. I am willing to pay for this transformation, to invest in myself and my future.

Please, tell me more about your process. I am eager to learn how you can make my dreams a reality. I await your response with anticipation—Joe Brooke.’

He reread the message, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was a bold move, a step into the unknown, and he couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of what lay ahead. With a final glance at the screen, he hit send, and the email disappeared into the digital ether, heading towards the mysterious scientist.

The wait was agonizing. Joe found himself checking his email incessantly, his eyes scanning for any sign of a response. He knew it might take time, but the anticipation was almost too much to bear. He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept drifting back to the email, imagining the possibilities.

Finally, a notification popped up on his screen, and Joe’s heart leaped. He clicked on the message, his fingers trembling slightly. The email read:

‘Dear Joe,

I am delighted to hear from someone with such a clear vision and desire for change. You have come to the right place. I can offer you the transformation you seek, a body that will turn heads and leave a lasting impression. My methods are proven, and the results are nothing short of extraordinary.

However, as you can imagine, such a powerful service comes at a cost. I require a $10,000 upfront payment to begin the process. This is non-negotiable, as my work is highly specialized and requires significant resources. And it’s non-refundable.

If you are serious about this endeavor, I suggest you carefully consider your options. Once the payment is made, there is no turning back. The transformation, and the results will be nothing short of spectacular, I assure you.

Think it over, Joe. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I await your decision.’

Joe’s breath caught in his throat as he read the email. Ten thousand dollars was a significant sum, but the promise of a new, attractive body was too tempting to ignore. He felt a rush of excitement, a sense of power, as if he had already taken a step towards his desired future.

But hesitation crept in. It was a large amount of money, and the unknown nature of the treatment made him pause. He needed to consider the risks, the potential consequences. Yet, the desire for change burned within him, and he knew he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.

He made his decision. With a steady hand, he transferred the bitcoin payment, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. He imagined the scientist on the other end, smiling with satisfaction, knowing he had a new subject, a willing participant in his secret world.

The confirmation of the payment brought a sense of relief and excitement. Joe sat back, his mind racing with thoughts of his upcoming transformation. He pictured himself walking into the lab, heads turning, eyes admiring his new, improved self. The attention, the respect, it would all be his.

As he waited, Joe’s imagination ran wild. He envisioned himself as the center of attention, the object of desire, a confident, powerful presence in the office. The dark-haired female scientist, once so dismissive, would look at him with a new appreciation, a spark of interest in her eyes. He would be the one commanding attention, the one with the power to captivate. His boss, Dr. Marcus Brown would show him some respect. And maybe even that loud mouth Kevin will back off. Who knows?

The gene editor’s response was imminent, and Joe knew his life was about to change forever. He couldn’t wait to embrace the unknown, to step into a world where he held the power, and to finally be the person he had always dreamed of becoming. A man’s man. The alpha.

*****

The first package arrived a few weeks later. Joe’s heart pounded as he ripped open the small box that was waiting for him in his mailbox when he got home from work.

The contents weren’t anything fancy: just two glass vials of clear amber liquid, a small note, and enough foam padding to ensure safe delivery. Both vials were labeled with a firm, legible hand. One read ‘Eyesight’ and the other ‘Energy.’ The small note read: ‘Take before bed mixed with hot liquid. You may experience some side effects while genetic changes are taking place.’

Well, here they were. He was really doing this. Joe had settled on two initial changes: perfect eyesight and a cure for his issues with fatigue. The note said to wait until bedtime, but Joe had waited long enough. He made himself some tea, unscrewed the vials, dumped them into the mug.

Joe took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he held the mug. The warm tea, now infused with the mysterious liquids, steamed gently, and he could almost feel the power it held. He raised the mug, the scent of mint and something else, something unfamiliar, filling his nostrils. It smelled almost medicinal, a hint of something wild and untamed.

He took a sip, the heat of the liquid burning his tongue slightly, and the taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was bitter, almost acrid, with a subtle sweetness that lingered on his tongue. The tea seemed to coat his mouth, and as he swallowed, he felt a tingling sensation spread down his throat, as if the liquid were waking up every cell in his body.

The warmth spread rapidly, starting from his chest and radiating outwards, down his arms and legs, and even to his fingertips and toes. It was as if his blood were on fire, but in the most exhilarating way possible. His senses heightened, and he felt an intense awareness of his body, every nerve ending alive and buzzing.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the rapid beat a testament to his excitement and anticipation. His skin felt sensitive, almost electric, and he ran his hands over his arms, marveling at the sensation. He imagined himself as a new person, a transformed being, and with each passing moment, the craving for control and attention intensified.

Joe’s mind raced with thoughts of his desired changes. Perfect eyesight is a gift that would allow him to see the world with clarity and precision. With enhanced energy, he would no longer feel tired or worn out. He would be vibrant, full of life, and ready to take on the world.

As he sat there, the tea now empty, he closed his eyes and envisioned himself at work. He saw the admiration on his colleagues’ faces, the dark-haired female scientist’s gaze lingering on him with newfound appreciation. Marcus and Kevin treating him with deference. He imagined the power he would hold, the respect he would command, and a smile spread across his face.

The side effects, as mentioned in the note, were a small price to pay for such a transformation. He felt a buzz, almost like a mild high, and his body tingled with anticipation. Joe knew he had made the right choice, and as he waited for the changes to take effect, he embraced the unknown, eager to see the person he would become.

The transformation had begun, and Joe’s heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. He was ready to embrace his new life, a life where he held the power to captivate and command attention.

But he felt suddenly very tired and dizzy, and he only just made it to his bed before he passed out.

*****

Joe struggled to keep his eyes open as the phone’s ringtone pierced his groggy consciousness. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but the ringing seemed to be a persistent nuisance, dragging him back to reality. His head felt heavy, and his body ached as if he had been in a deep slumber for hours.

As he lifted his face from the pillow, he noticed a tacky substance on it, a mixture of drool and something else. He wiped it away, feeling a bit embarrassed at his own mess. The phone, which had been ringing incessantly, was now silent, and he realized it had slipped from his grasp and lay on the floor, its screen facing him.

“Shit,” he muttered, reaching for it.

The time displayed on the screen startled him. It was already past ten in the morning, and he had no memory of the hours that had passed. His heart began to race, and a sense of panic crept into his chest. He has slept in. Just as he was about to call his boss back, the phone started ringing again, the loud noise jolting him.

He answered, his voice hoarse and raspy. “Hello? Marcus, is that you?”

“Joe, where the hell have you been?” Marcus’s voice boomed through the receiver, his tone sharp and accusatory. “You missed work yesterday, and now you’re not answering your phone. What’s going on?”

Joe’s mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the previous day. He had taken the serum in his tea, and then… nothing. It was as if his memory had been wiped clean. But marcus had told him he missed a whole day of work, so he had to say something.

“I… I’m sorry, Marcus. I was sick. I shoulda called, I guess.” He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the blur that seemed to cloud his vision.

“Sick? That’s not good, Joe.” Marcus’s voice held a mix of concern and frustration. “You sound terrible. Maybe take today off as well and with the weekend starting tomorrow, hopefully that gives you time to recover.”

Joe’s throat tightened, and he coughed, trying to clear the dryness. “Thanks, Marcus. I appreciate it. I’ll see you Monday morning.”

“You’d better be here, Joe. I need you here, especially with the new project starting. We can’t afford any more delays.” Marcus’s tone softened slightly, but the underlying tension was palpable.

Joe nodded, even though his boss couldn’t see him, and hung up the phone. Something had happened to him, something that had altered his body and mind. But he really needed just five more minutes of sleep. The phone tumbled out of his loosening fingers as another unstoppable wave of fatigue slipped over him like a thick, heavy blanket, sending him tumbling back into a deep sleep.

*****

Joe awoke with a start, instantly going from deep asleep to wide awake and sitting up in bed. As he stumbled out of bed, his body felt heavier, and a strange energy coursed through his veins. He looked at himself in the mirror, and for a moment, he saw a different person staring back at him. His eyes, usually dull and tired, now held a spark of determination and a hint of something wild.

Joe’s hand paused in mid-air, his glasses forgotten as a realization hit him. His vision, always a source of frustration and self-consciousness, was now crystal clear. It was a revelation, and he felt a surge of excitement and gratitude toward the mysterious scientist. He grabbed his phone from the floor to find it was no longer Friday, it was saturday morning. He had slept through another day.

He quickly composed himself and made his way to the living room, where his laptop awaited. As he sat down, his cock, still hard and demanding attention, pressed against the fabric of his shorts, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of power and control that he had never experienced before.

With a swift movement, he stripped off his sleep shorts, revealing his erect cock, now fully on display. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on his naked body. He ran his fingers along the length of his shaft, feeling the smooth skin and the pulsating veins beneath. His touch was gentle at first, savoring the sensation, but soon his fingers moved faster, stroking with urgency.

As he masturbated, his mind wandered to the possibilities that lay ahead. He imagined himself at work, his new body turning heads, his confidence radiating like a beacon. He pictured the looks of surprise and maybe even envy from his colleagues, especially the dark-haired female scientist who had caught his eye. The thought of dominating her with his newfound attractiveness and power sent shivers down his spine.

His strokes became more vigorous, his breathing heavy, and his eyes closed, lost in a world of pleasure and fantasy. He could almost taste the satisfaction of finally being noticed, of being desired, and of taking what he wanted. The power dynamics shifted in his favor, and he embraced the role of the dominant, the one in control.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, a knock at the door startled him. His eyes snapped open, and he quickly hid his erection, pulling on a pair of boxers. “Who is it?” he called out, his voice hoarse from the intense pleasure.

“It’s me, Joe. Marcus. I came by to check on you. Are you okay?” His boss’s voice carried a hint of concern.

Joe opened the door, his heart racing, and there stood Marcus, his expression a mix of curiosity and worry. Joe’s body felt electric, and he struggled to maintain his composure. “I’m fine, boss. I’m feeling much better today. I think it was something I ate. But I’ll be in Monday, I promise.” He forced a smile, trying to hide the lust that still burned within him.

Marcus studied him for a moment, his eyes narrowing. The black man especially noted the jutting boner tenting Joe’s boxers. “You look… different, Joe. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Joe nodded, his confidence growing with each second. “I’m good, boss. I’m ready to get back to work and show you what I can do.” He stood taller, his chest puffed out, and a smirk played on his lips. Not realizing his hard-on had slipped out of his boxers and was now on full display to his boss.

Marcus seemed satisfied with his response and turned to leave. “Okay, then. I’ll see you Monday. And Joe…” He paused, turning back. “Remember, we need you at your best for this project. Don’t let anything distract you.”

As the door closed, Joe’s hand found its way back to his cock, now throbbing with renewed vigor. He didn’t even realize that Marcus had just seen it. He had a secret, a powerful transformation that no one else knew about, and it excited him beyond measure. He was ready to unleash his new self on the world, and the thought of the attention and control he would command filled him with an intense, raw desire.

*****

Joe leaned against the wall of his shower, panting and grunting as he pumped his slippery fist up and down his cock. The hot water cascaded over his skin, mixing with the sweat beading on his forehead, but it did little to quench the fire raging inside him. His body, transformed and humming with unnatural energy, demanded release again, just hours after his last frantic session on the living room floor. The ache had built relentlessly since Marcus’s visit that morning, turning his every movement into a tease of friction against his sensitive shaft.

He moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, desperate to relieve the burning ache of nonstop arousal. “Fuck,” he gasped, his voice rough and needy.

His free hand braced against the slick surface, fingers splaying wide as his hips bucked forward into his grip. The pleasure was sharp, almost painful in its intensity, coiling tight in his gut. He imagined the office, the way eyes would linger on him now—on his broader shoulders, the subtle definition rippling under his skin.

That dark-haired scientist, her skeptical gaze softening into something hungry as he commanded the room. The thought fueled him, pushing him closer to the edge, his strokes quickening with a raw urgency that made his thighs tremble.

Joe’s breath hitched as climax hit, but it was underwhelming—a watery, weak spurt that trickled over his knuckles, barely satisfying the void. He noticed it immediately, the thin fluid rinsing away down the drain, leaving him frustrated but already craving more. His cock twitched in his hand, still half-hard, as if mocking his efforts. What the hell was this?

The gene therapy had fixed his fatigue, sharpened his senses, but this insatiable drive felt like a cruel twist. The constant horniness was obviously a side effect of the serum. He slumped against the wall, water pounding his chest, a mix of elation and irritation swirling in his chest. Power coursed through him, yet it came with this relentless hunger, tying him to his own body in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Turning off the shower, Joe stepped out, grabbing a towel to wipe the steam from the mirror. He stared at his reflection, those deep blue eyes gleaming back at him with an uneasy mix of power and doubt. They were striking now, piercing and alive, drawing his gaze like a stranger’s. He ran a hand through his damp hair, feeling the subtle strength in his arms—a far cry from the scrawny limbs he’d hidden under baggy shirts.

But the change unnerved him. Had the editor slipped in extras, reshaping him into something more than he’d bargained for? The thought sent a thrill through him, laced with suspicion. Control was slipping already, and he hadn’t even stepped foot back at the lab.

Joe dried off roughly, the towel scraping against his sensitized skin, sending fresh sparks of arousal to his groin. He ignored it for now, wrapping the fabric low around his hips as he padded to his bedroom. His mind raced ahead to Monday, to facing Marcus after the no-call, no-show.

Two days vanished in a haze of experimentation and exhaustion—testing his new limits, jerking off until his wrist ached, only to wake up hard again. Marcus’s visit earlier had been a close call; the boss’s eyes had lingered a beat too long on Joe’s exposed cock, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them.

Was it curiosity? Envy? Joe smirked at the memory, the power dynamic shifting in his favor for once. But excuses wouldn’t cut it. “Sick,” he’d say, or “family emergency.” Simple lies to mask the secret brewing inside him.

******

Dressing in jeans and a fitted shirt that hugged his newly toned chest, Joe felt the fabric cling in ways it never had before. He glanced at his phone—missed calls from work piling up, Marcus’s voice messages laced with stern concern. The taboo thrill of it all stirred him: sneaking back into the office like a changed man, drawing stares from the women who’d ignored him, maybe even pushing boundaries with that sharp-tongued scientist.

And Marcus… the boss’s authoritative tone on the line sent an unexpected heat through Joe, blurring lines he’d never crossed. Office romance? Taboo as hell, especially with a black man like Marcus, built like the scientists who turned heads daily. But now, Joe wondered if he could flip the script, make the boss see him differently.

He sat on the edge of the bed, hand drifting absently to adjust himself through his pants. The ache was already returning, a low thrum that made focusing hard. Emailing the gene editor crossed his mind—demanding answers about the side effects, the eye color, this endless lust. But part of him hesitated, fearing the response might demand more control, more payment.

Joe stood, pacing the room, his blue eyes narrowing in the dim light. Confidence warred with doubt, but the pull toward the lab was stronger. He craved the attention, the way his presence would disrupt the hierarchy, turning whispers into stares. Marcus would grill him, sure, but Joe could handle it now—meet that stern gaze with one of his own, laced with unspoken challenge.

Grabbing his keys, Joe headed for the door, heart pounding with anticipation. The weekend’s isolation had been a tease; the real test waited at the Blenfield Biotech Company. He imagined striding through the halls, Kevin’s cocky grin faltering, the female scientist’s glasses slipping as she looked twice.

Power hummed in his veins, mingling with the doubt that this transformation might unravel him before he could claim it. But he was done hiding. As he stepped into the hallway, a smirk curved his lips—ready to face whatever came next, cock stirring at the thought of the chaos he’d unleash.

 

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