Pheromones - Alex (re-Write)

Pheromones

Author's forewarning:

This story is a re-write of a previously shared story. Some things have changed.

This is a work of fiction. Thanks to a combination of my own imagination, bad Sci-Fi movies, and an even worse spell-check program, some items in this story, such as the science and the grammar, may not be up to a university degree's standards.

Any character who engages in sexual activity in this story is over the age of eighteen.

***** Pheromones: Pt 1 *****

My life changed when my therapist gave me an ad from the university's newsletter. The ad was simple and to the point. 'Are you unlucky in love? Unlucky with the opposite sex? Are you a full-time student? Would you like two thousand dollars and three elective credits? If you answered yes to these questions, contact us. Dr. Jeffrey Martin is working on a hypothesis that may solve all your love life problems. Visit our website and fill out the worksheet to see if you qualify. If you do, and if you can complete all phases of the program (including continuous monitoring), you will be eligible for the full amount of two thousand dollars and the three elective credits.'

I felt like whoever wrote the ad was speaking directly to my soul. I mean, I was lonely, and I was shit with the ladies, and, two grand was more money I ever had at one time. With an air of 'whatever', and on the encouragement of my psychiatrist, I logged on and followed the instructions to fill out the very personal questionnaire, then I forgot about it. Not at first of course. At first, I checked my email as if my life depended on it, but after almost six months of not getting an email, I figured I wasn't the ideal candidate.

Actually, from what I was told after I did get a reply, they had so many responses it took that long to go through them all. Apparently, everyone wanted to be better with the opposite sex, but until each of them got tested, Dr. Martin didn't know if they were suitable or not.

"Wait," I asked as he and his assistant strapped things to my body, "what kind of testing does this entail?"

Dr. Martin chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Anderson, we'll give you a small shot and wait to see if it works. If it does, then we can move on to the full experiment."

"Is this going to make me a mutant of some kind? I don't want to wake up tomorrow with an extra head." Not the wittiest thing to say, but it got my point across. Again, the Doc chuckled as he pulled out his syringe.

"So far, it hasn't changed anyone, odds are very low it'll change you either, but with each test, we get ever closer to finding the correct formula."

As he stuck me, I winced. "So, you give me a shot, and if it works, I get two grand?"

"Not right away. We'll have to monitor you for a full month and then, yes, you'll get what was promised."

"A full month?! Spring Break's this week! I was hoping to go to the beach."

The Doc stared at me for a long moment. "Since you'll have to stay with us for the next twenty-four hours just to make sure you don't have a reaction to the test shot, I can give you time to think it over. If it works, you'll have a choice, but if it doesn't, you'll be free to go and enjoy yourself."

I wasn't the smartest guy in school, but I got Bs most of the time and I could see past my most immediate needs. As I sat in the lab's break room, I watched TV and thought about what I'd gotten myself into. Plus side, two grand would be a good down payment on a nice used car. I mean, it would've been a better little bundle to take off to Daytona Beach or Myrtle Beach or any kind of beach where women wore little and wanted to ride anything that moved, but missing out was no big whoop. It would've been the third year I missed out, but if the Doc could actually fix my love life, then missing out on some random strange would be a small price to pay.

Finally, after a night of restless sleep and a bad cafeteria breakfast, I entered the lab for the next part of the pre-test. The Doc wasn't there, but his cute assistant was. I smiled and surprisingly, she smiled back. It was surprising because the normal profession of that, or any other interaction was simple and straight to the point. I'd smile, they'd roll their eyes, and I'd sigh before I moved on. The story of my love life summed up in one sentence and the reason I really wanted to join the experiment.

Except for my Mom, my sister, and my one and only girlfriend, women had basically the same reaction to my advances, even the benign ones, a resounding hell no. I never really understood why women were repelled by me, but my psychiatrist, when I told him my frustrations, said my issues might be biological in nature. For almost half the session, he used a degree's worth of big words I didn't understand to explain what he meant. That's when he gave me the ad and said Doc Martin might be able to help with women.

For five glorious minutes, the assistant and I chatted. I did try to flirt, but she shut me down. It was a bit disconcerting but other than that, our interaction seemed to be going better than any I'd had with any other woman recently. Weirdly, when the Doc entered, it was like she hit a wall and turned cold again.

"So, Mr. Anderson, have you made your decision?"

"Maybe, but can you explain it again?" He started to speak and I said, "In words I can understand, please?"

He smiled. "In layman's terms, we believe you, and people like you, have what we've termed as Negative Pheromones. Instead of attracting the opposite sex, you repel them."

"There are others like me?"

"This is actually a pretty common occurrence. At first, it was thought people like you were just bad at the social mores of dating, but over the years, my research has shown your lack of luck in love could have a biological cause. You see, most men and women put out positive pheromones which have a positive effect on those around them, but people like you don't."

"And this experiment is going to give me positive pheromones?"

"If it works," he said nodding. "That's what we'll need to test this morning."

"How?"

"Well, yesterday, while you were in the waiting room, we had a few women watch you through a two-way mirror. Out of those, the ones who thought you were attractive and would go out on a date with you based on looks, we sent into the room to sit with you."

"Is that why we were told not to speak or interact with each other?"

"Yes. We told the women to stay in for as long as they wanted, not one could stay for more than twenty minutes. That was expected, but our other subjects never repelled anyone so quickly before. Afterward, we interviewed them again, every one of them was in agreement and said you gave off a 'creepy vibe'." I started to protest but he held up his hand. "Now, we were all watching very closely and can verify you did nothing other than sit in the room, but that's what we needed."

"Well, that's comforting."

"No, that's what we needed. Now, we'll invite them in to sit with you again and after they leave, we'll interview them and see how they feel. If they feel differently, we'll proceed with the larger experiment."

"I still don't know—"

"Oh my God, just take the shot, and let's get this over with," the cute assistant said.

The Doc laughed, "If you'll remember, Missy was one of the women who sat with you, and like you, they only get paid if you complete the experiment."

"She thought I was attractive?"

"Yeah," Missy said, "yesterday I did, and earlier, but now..." I watched as she shuddered. Not the best feeling in the world, but it made her point. "I don't know why, but slowly, as we've been talking, I'm getting that creepy vibe again."

"I'm in, I'm tired of that look everywhere I go."

The Doc nodded. "Hmm, looks like it's working, or it was. I wonder if it is because she's growing accustomed to the drugs or if it's wearing off quicker than we thought. Come with me, Mr. Anderson, let's find out."

As an older guy, he walked quickly to the waiting room where all the women I'd seen the day before were sitting. Doc Martin spooked them as he entered in a rush. "Alright, ladies, no time to be delicate, how does this man make you feel?" They glanced at each other before looking back at me. "Don't worry, Mr. Anderson understands the experiment. He will not be offended."

I wasn't so sure about that, but I kept quiet as the women began speaking. None of them felt anything toward me, positive or negative. The Doc was pleased, but the longer we stayed in the room, the more the ladies felt uneasy until one by one, they asked to leave. Dr. Martin led me back to the lab and told me to strip to my underwear.

Red-faced, I did. "Missy, please record his starting measurements and vitals."

She grumbled and then ran me through a quick physical. She determined I was a healthy twenty-two-year-old male who stood at five foot six inches and weighed one hundred and forty-two lbs with a smooth semi-muscular body. After I was poked and prodded, the Doc came to me with a bigger needle than the day before.

"It seems, the first dose worked but also wore off rather quickly. So, I'm going to give you a mega-dose. Hopefully, this will shock your system into not only reversing the pheromones from negative to positive but will also help you start producing the positive ones on your own."

After the shot, I was given a robe, and a set of thin PJs, and taken to a different room than the one I stayed in the night before. The Doc called it an isolation room and it was meant to not only keep me away from others but to keep others away from me as the serum took effect. It was larger than the last room. It had a couch, a table, two chairs, a bed, and a bathroom. They said only the bathroom wasn't wired for video and then told me to relax and rest if possible. I asked how long all of this was supposed to take effect and the Doc said it'd take up to two hours for the formula to start working. He said, after it had a chance to percolate they were going to send in Missy and see what her reaction was to my pheromone levels. A couple of hours of mindless TV seemed to drag by before Missy knocked on my door.

She took a few deep breaths and looked toward the camera. "Nothing."

"Get comfortable, you're in there for an hour," the Doc said through the speakers.

She told me to scoot over on the couch and sat. I wanted to talk, but everything about her screamed leave me alone. Arms and legs crossed, scrunched up face, and the way she leaned away from me said fuck off. I looked into her eyes hoping they were saying something else, but all they said was you heard the rest of me, fuck off.

Twenty minutes later, the speaker activated again. The Doc said, "Missy, are you feeling anything?"

"Irritation, but other than that, nothing."

"Hmm, with that high a dosage, it should've worked by now. Perhaps he needs a jump start. Rub his thigh, please."

Her hand began to move roughly up and down my leg. She ground her teeth and looked as if she would've rather been anywhere else in the world. My eyes grew wide as the quick upswing brought her fingers to within less than an inch from my sack. The pajama pants they gave me were so thin that I could feel the warmth of her hand. Even with her body language recoiling at the contact, my body began reacting differently.

I was a hormone-driven twenty-two-year-old whose body had been neglected by almost every female I'd ever known. Even the half-hearted touch was more than I was used to and it began to turn me on. Insanely, the tighter my pants got, the more she unclenched. Her hand began to slow becoming less of a rub and more of a caress. She smiled and sighed.

She scooted closer and said, "The things we do for credits, huh?"

"Credits and cash."

She giggled. "Can't forget about the money." She glanced down then back up and whispered. "This is probably extremely uncomfortable for you," she said as she slid her hand just a bit higher brushing my balls.

"No worries, it happens a lot," I said nervously smiling back.

She bit her lower lip and said, "It's crazy how pheromones work, but at least you've got someone like Doctor Martin to help you out. And honestly, you really are pretty cute."

Without another word, Missy's hand was liquid as it flowed upward to squeeze my erection. There was no more subtly, no more flirting, just action. Her leg swept over mine as she straddled me and jammed her tongue into my mouth.

By the time the others got into the room, she had our shirts off, one of her nipples in my mouth, and my cock out stroking it furiously. I was sure if her pants had been off she would've had me buried balls deep in her, but as it was, her moans filled the room as I groped her ass and she gave me the most aggressive hand job of my life. I loved it and if they had waited just a few moments longer, I would've painted both our stomachs.

"No, let me go! I know what I'm doing," she yelled. "It's not the pheromones, it's him. Remember, I already said he was creepy, I'm not affected." They tried to soothe her, but she struggled to return to me. "I'm a grown woman, dammit, I can fuck who I want! Get off of me!!!"

I'm not sure what else she said because the Doc closed the door to her begging, but as I sat there, confused with my hard cock hanging out of my pants and dripping with pre-cum, the Doc smiled.

"Well, I guess we can safely say the formula's been activated. In the morning, your body will adjust and the pheromone production won't be as high. It'll be safe for you to leave. I mean, it'd probably look bad on the university if we released you and a hoard of aroused women killed you," he said chuckling. "Once you're at a safer level, we'll send you home for the month of monitoring. Every day, you'll come by and meet with one of the women and we'll see if you're still expressing positive pheromones. Any questions?"

"I still don't understand why you dosed me so high," I asked as I put away my rapidly shrinking dick.

"All our tests have shown that your pheromone output is double the normal levels, which means your body is over-saturated with negative pheromones. Basically, I flooded your system with positive pheromones in hopes they'll drown the negative ones. My hypothesis is once the negative pheromones are out of your system your body will normalize with the production of positive pheromones."

"You're going to make me normal?"

"If it works, and your system begins to produce positive pheromones, then yes, you'll be normal, pheromonally speaking."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"With our past subjects, you'll revert back to normal pheromone levels within a month."

"There have been others like me? Other experiments?"

"You are the fifty-third person we've tried with, and each time we modified the formula, and each time we believe it will work."

"Hey," I said realizing something, "My Mom and sister's at home, how's this going to affect them?"

He thought about it for a few moments and then his head kind of wobbled back and forth. "I've never thought about that aspect of the experiment, but I suppose it is possible. I mean, normally, our pheromones serve as chemical messengers. They of course help us know who to be sexually attracted to, who might be a good mate, but they also let us know who's safe to be around, and who's a danger to us. I would imagine your female relatives fall into the safe category meaning, if anything, they should feel safer with you than normal but nothing more."

He gave it a bit more thought and said, "Of course, if, for some reason, they do find you sexually attractive, the social taboos of such a relationship would keep them from acting on any urges they may have. If you think it might become an issue, I'd suggest you tell them about the experiment and that if they have any strange urges toward you then it's just the pheromones. This way they can actively resist whatever feeling they may feel."

I gave him a look and he chuckled. Even in the little time I knew him, I got the sense that was his personality. He was a smiler, a chuckler, just an all-around jovial guy. I often wondered if he thought it calmed people. Personally, I thought it was overkill and annoying, but that may have just been me. Hell, maybe he was creating the formula for his own personal use and was using me as the guinea pig. My thoughts were interrupted as he continued. "After all, pheromones don't discriminate between one person and another."

"Will I be like this the entire time? A chick magnet?"

He laughed again, "Hopefully not, but who knows. The most we're prepared to do is keep you for the next eighteen hours to make sure your body is tolerating the serum and to test your levels. After that, you can go home."

"And the tracker," I asked indicating the thick band around my ankle.

"As we explained, it's monitoring how you interact with others."

"You're going to be watching me?!"

"No, but we will be listening in. Unfortunately, it's a necessary evil, unless, that is, you would rather have someone follow you around."

"No, I'll be fine. Hope I don't say anything too bad."

He smiled, "Don't worry, the only people who'll hear your audio will be those who need to hear it, no one else. And in case you didn't read the many forms you signed, the recording will be treated under HIPPA."

"I don't know what that means."

"It means that the recordings will have the same protection as the rest of your medical records."

I got quiet and then asked, "I can still watch porn, right?"

"Not here, but when you're home, absolutely. Just act as you would on any other day but open a window because as you saw, the more aroused you get the more pheromones you'll express."

"Is that why you had Missy rub my leg, so I'd express pheromones?"

"Yes. I figured arousal would activate the formula, and it did. I'm glad we did do it here, in a controlled environment, otherwise, you or someone else may have gotten hurt. Now, chill out, as the kids say, and tomorrow, you'll be free to leave."

The next eighteen hours were amazingly boring. I had TV but none of my streaming apps. Finally, I fell asleep only to be woken by a knocking at my door around two AM. It was low and quiet and I almost slept through it, but a voice cut through the quiet of the room.

"Psst, Alex," it whispered, "Let me in." Over and over again until I looked out the small window. Missy's face popped up like a killer from a horror movie, and I screamed. "Shut up," she whispered fiercely, "Someone'll hear. Now, open the door and let me in so we can fuck."

She looked wild and a little insane, but she was still pretty hot so I jiggled the handle. It stayed closed. "It's locked," I said.

"Dammit. Hang on," she cried as she disappeared.

A half-hour later I woke up again hearing a loud fight. I ran to the door and saw Missy struggling with a couple of security guards.

"No, dammit, I've got to fuck him. It's the only way to get him out of my system. I've done the research... Get the fuck off of me! Alex! Alex, I'll find you and your fat cock too," she screamed as they dragged her away.

For some reason that night I dreamed of houses and tornados.

The next day, the Doc took me to a second room. He told me to shower and told me to dress in the extra clothes I'd brought, and then he led me to a third room. I asked why and he explained but it barely made sense. Something about making sure I, and the air, was as clean as possible for the women. I shrugged as he left me alone glad to have something to do besides sit and stare blankly at the TV.

Once I was settled, he brought in one of the women from the day before. When she sat with me I was surprised that she started flirting almost immediately. Her reaction came on faster than the Missy, but not at the same intensity. We talked and casually touched each other, but nothing more and I had the feeling if we weren't in a room with cameras something could have happened.