Looking back on it, I really should have seen my termination coming.
I was relatively new to the company. It was deemed an essential business, but the effect COVID-19 and its lockdowns had on the economy meant they needed to downsize. I would be expendable. It made sense from a business perspective.
Still, it hurt.
I was laid off in early April, which meant I had at least an entire month to myself, living in my apartment. I consider myself an introvert, so for a while it wasn't too bad. I watched movies, played video games, the usual, but the boredom crept in sooner than I hoped.
Then a new opportunity presented itself.
I was on Craigslist looking for a new desk and saw an ad that seemed tailor-made for me, enough to make me click and read further.
They were looking for a gay male in his mid-twenties to test a new supplement designed to boost libido and increase sexual satisfaction. I looked at the pay and it was decent, more than I was getting from unemployment.
Almost on a whim I signed up, but unexpectedly they got back to me later that same day.
This was supposed to be a 120-day trial of their supplement. To combat the placebo effect they couldn't tell me exactly what the pills were supposed to do, but I was to tell them about any changes, big or small, and they would intervene immediately if a symptom was unwanted. I was also free to quit at any time, for any reason, though I would only get paid for the days I took the pills.
It seemed a little sketchy as a concept, but the people at the company I talked to were able to put my mind at ease a little bit. This would be a controlled experiment. None of the effects would be permanent.
Before I began I had to do a long interview, a Facetime call that ended up lasting almost three hours. Measurements, questions about my personality, my dieting and exercising habits, sleep schedule, the whole nine yards. But when it was all done Ryan, the man interviewing me, told me I would be perfect for the experiment. He sent me a link to a virtual contract and encouraged me to think it over.
I slept on it and decided that if nothing else, this was an easy way to make money. Ryan was beaming when he heard the news.
"That's great, Micah! We'll send you the tablets, but the experiment will begin on the 27
th
, so you'll have to wait until then to start."
The 27
th
. That was in five days.
The pill bottle arrived on the 24
th
, and it looked unassuming. It was a medium gray and didn't have much in the way of labelling. It just had the company's name and contact information in white text.
The pills inside were more interesting. They were all small, white circles, but each had a black dot in the middle. They almost looked like little cartoon eyes.
I wasn't exactly sure why the experiment couldn't just start immediately, but I figured it was inconsequential. I ordered a pizza to celebrate getting a new job.
*****
At last the day came for the experiment to begin. Admittedly, I was hesitant to take the first pill, but everything I knew about my contract and the experiment was enough to reassure me. Feeling like I was about to explore a new world, I took one of the little white pills.
It was small and tasteless, going down easily. Even though I was told that any effects would be subtle and gradual, a childish, irrational part of my brain was almost expecting an immediate, drastic change, like my cock growing or something. Of course, that didn't happen. Shrugging, I closed the bottle and went on with my day.
For nearly two weeks nothing happened. I kept looking for a change, but couldn't find anything about me that seemed different. Ryan assured me that it was expected to take a while, but I was starting to get tired of taking the pills and explaining that nothing changed every day.
Then came the morning of day 12.
I woke up to a very strange itching sensation. I was scared I had hives or something, maybe an allergic reaction to the pills, but when I examined my body in my bathroom mirror I looked fine. I was confused until I turned on the lights in my room and saw what the problem was immediately.
There were little hairs all over the bed. They looked too short to be from my head, and I was eventually able to put together that they had to be body hair.
Right away I called Ryan and explained what happened. He was quick to assure me that the thinning of body hair was expected at some point. He suggested that I shave so that it would grow out more evenly and make awakenings like this less frequent.
"We'll send over a good razor if you want," he offered.
"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks." I didn't have any razors suitable for the job.
The next day I used my new razor to shave myself from head to toe. I considered removing my pubes as well, but instead decided to just trim them with an electric razor. Once it was all done I examined myself in the mirror and liked what I saw a lot.
I had never cared one way or the other about my body hair. Thanks to my Senegalese heritage, I have a very deep skin tone, so my fuzz and fur didn't stand out very much. But without it I enjoyed how smooth I felt. I looked fresher, more youthful overall. It was a nice change.
Another development happened a few days later when I got my first paycheck deposited into my account. More and more this experiment seemed to be just what I needed.
As the days turned into weeks, my body hair did grow back, but it was a little finer and softer than it had been previously. It took to shaving pretty well and I got into the habit of manscaping. I loved the way it made me feel. I even started shaving my face while I was at it.
The experience changed my outlook on the little white pills and what they were doing. I wasn't apprehensive or suspicious anymore. I was excited, almost eager to find out what change would happen next.
*****
I knew that the pills were meant to increase libido, and after a month or so it became clear that it was doing such. It wasn't a dramatic change, but there never seemed to be a time I wasn't in the mood. It still wasn't the best idea to go out into the world looking for sex or bringing a stranger into my apartment, so I took matters into my own hands.
I never gave much thought to my amount of sexual stamina, but it was starting to seem like I had a quicker trigger than I used to. However, the orgasm was less intense, more drawn out. When it was over I could stop or get right back to making another one. I had taken to coming two or even three times per session. The loads were smaller, but that seemed natural given the circumstances.
One day I was jerking off to a hot scene of a muscular daddy pounding a soft little twink and without really thinking about it my free hand migrated downwards to poke my hole a bit.
I moaned slightly and stopped my movements for a moment.
I'm versatile, not opposed to bottoming, but ass play wasn't usually something I did by myself. Now, it felt great. When I got back to working my cock I started fingering myself and the combination was exquisite. I was able to bring myself up even faster, and once that orgasm was finished all I wanted to do was keep going.
Ryan later informed me that this was part of what the pills were doing.
"By the way, have you seen any changes in your digestive schedule?"
