It was 3:00 AM and I could not contain my excitement. Years of work had finally paid off and I was going to change the world. The data on my computer screen sent chills through every part of my body but one part in particular. I felt a tingle in my crotch as my hole wrecker stirred to life. It knew what was coming as well as I did. The data was conclusive.
I’d been working with a technology known as CRISPR which was revealed to the world in 2012. The scientific world was abuzz with excitement at the potential for this technology. It could edit the genes in a living organism and cause changes on such an exact level that the world would never be the same. From the moment I read the paper I knew that I would never be the same.
I am one of the most brilliant geneticst that you’ve never heard of before. Why? Instead of racing off to a university, biotech company, or other high profile career, of which there was hundreds of offers, I knew my brilliance could make me rich on the … darker side of science. I run a “dark lab” or one that works on things that nightmares are made from. My small team of scientists engineer crop failures, create viruses that target specific individuals, and basically monkey around with bleeding edge science without fear of reprisal from any government organization. We get contracts with the biggest, meanest, and most bad ass organizations and governments in the world. We don’t just do the bad things like weaponized beetles and enhanced diseases, we make designer pets for wealthy russians, glow in the dark cats for wealthy Japanese business men, and recently we began changing people’s physical characteristics thanks to the miracle of CRISPR.
It has made me insanely wealthy. I have never taken on a project for less than 500,000 USD and our lab is completely paid for by wealthy benefactors.
I have a dream though created by a nightmare. I’ve always felt a huge sense of power and pride in my awesome crotch. Not just my dick, but all of it. I knew in every room that I was 99% likely to have the biggest dick in the room with the largest set of balls hanging beneath it’s girth. That was what I thought until I met Mehdi Balashar, a wealthy oil executive at a proposal for a genetically engineered bacteria that could enhance oil efficiency. See we don’t always do bad things. I just like to get paid well for my genius.
From the moment I saw him I was awe struck. He was just my type. 5’7”, slightly olive complexion, amazing dimples, a cleft chin (extremely rare on an Arabic man, I would later find out it was cosmetic. He was built from head to toe of muscles. Not insane muscles but a well defined body. I could see a tuft of dark chest hair in the unbuttoned color of his shirt.
He rose to greet me clenching a large dark cigar in his mouth and speaking through his teeth, “Dr. Hunt what a pleasure to meet you.” and he gave me a hardy handshake. He looked down and I realized he was staring at the 9” erection my thick cock meat was making in my crotch. I was used to stares because even when soft my avacado sized balls and 5” limp shaft make a sizeable bulge, but I didn’t usually spring an erection in public. I just stared into his eyes and said “Good to meet you too Mr. Balashar. I hope you’ll enjoy our proposal.” He took a long hard puff on his cigar and said “I’m sure I will.”
It was only he and I in the conference room. I proceeded to make my proposal for his project and at the end I asked him if he had any questions. He looked me up and down and said “If you’d like to come back to my room we can discuss the details of the project in detail. Besides, I have something I think you’ll want to see.” I thought for a second and said of course.
We exited the conference room and went to the elevator in his lavish foyer. He inserted a key and pressed the call button. I thought we’d go down to the parking deck but instead he pushed the top floor button. Of course, he lived on the top floor of his huge tower in the heart of the UAE. Why would I expect anything else. He puffed on his cigar and put his hand on my shoulder as we reached the top floor in record time.
I’d been working with a technology known as CRISPR which was revealed to the world in 2012. The scientific world was abuzz with excitement at the potential for this technology. It could edit the genes in a living organism and cause changes on such an exact level that the world would never be the same. From the moment I read the paper I knew that I would never be the same.
I am one of the most brilliant geneticst that you’ve never heard of before. Why? Instead of racing off to a university, biotech company, or other high profile career, of which there was hundreds of offers, I knew my brilliance could make me rich on the … darker side of science. I run a “dark lab” or one that works on things that nightmares are made from. My small team of scientists engineer crop failures, create viruses that target specific individuals, and basically monkey around with bleeding edge science without fear of reprisal from any government organization. We get contracts with the biggest, meanest, and most bad ass organizations and governments in the world. We don’t just do the bad things like weaponized beetles and enhanced diseases, we make designer pets for wealthy russians, glow in the dark cats for wealthy Japanese business men, and recently we began changing people’s physical characteristics thanks to the miracle of CRISPR.
It has made me insanely wealthy. I have never taken on a project for less than 500,000 USD and our lab is completely paid for by wealthy benefactors.
I have a dream though created by a nightmare. I’ve always felt a huge sense of power and pride in my awesome crotch. Not just my dick, but all of it. I knew in every room that I was 99% likely to have the biggest dick in the room with the largest set of balls hanging beneath it’s girth. That was what I thought until I met Mehdi Balashar, a wealthy oil executive at a proposal for a genetically engineered bacteria that could enhance oil efficiency. See we don’t always do bad things. I just like to get paid well for my genius.
From the moment I saw him I was awe struck. He was just my type. 5’7”, slightly olive complexion, amazing dimples, a cleft chin (extremely rare on an Arabic man, I would later find out it was cosmetic. He was built from head to toe of muscles. Not insane muscles but a well defined body. I could see a tuft of dark chest hair in the unbuttoned color of his shirt.
He rose to greet me clenching a large dark cigar in his mouth and speaking through his teeth, “Dr. Hunt what a pleasure to meet you.” and he gave me a hardy handshake. He looked down and I realized he was staring at the 9” erection my thick cock meat was making in my crotch. I was used to stares because even when soft my avacado sized balls and 5” limp shaft make a sizeable bulge, but I didn’t usually spring an erection in public. I just stared into his eyes and said “Good to meet you too Mr. Balashar. I hope you’ll enjoy our proposal.” He took a long hard puff on his cigar and said “I’m sure I will.”
It was only he and I in the conference room. I proceeded to make my proposal for his project and at the end I asked him if he had any questions. He looked me up and down and said “If you’d like to come back to my room we can discuss the details of the project in detail. Besides, I have something I think you’ll want to see.” I thought for a second and said of course.
We exited the conference room and went to the elevator in his lavish foyer. He inserted a key and pressed the call button. I thought we’d go down to the parking deck but instead he pushed the top floor button. Of course, he lived on the top floor of his huge tower in the heart of the UAE. Why would I expect anything else. He puffed on his cigar and put his hand on my shoulder as we reached the top floor in record time.
