Jake addressed the pannel of computer screens and rapidly typed away at holographic keys in mid air. His eyes ran from screen to screen in ways literally impossible for a human being to do a few centuries ago.
Exposure to the expansion virus wasn't all bad. A side effect of accidental exposure and years of fine tuning viral-control serums had led to the ability to perform a number of complex mathematical jobs at once for long periods of time without succumbing to boredom or tiredness.
Technically Shadow-Tech were a bunch of scumbags and every year they insisted on cutting his budget, but he always fought them back for it. He needed that budget not only to manage his somewhat extravagent lifestyle but to also maintain his perfect body.
Working from home on a remote district in Mars colony, Jake worked like seven Starcraft players combined in one body but had the actual body of an olympian. Six feet tall, blonde, chiselled and muscular enough to look healthy without looking inhuman many women considered him the perfect man. Viral side effects made his tongue unusually long and prehensile, able to eat pussy and like a god and find even the most difficult clitoris. It was hyper sensitive to touch and pheramones so he knew what a woman was feeling as well as she did.
He wasn't just the perfect man because his twelve inch cock could be as gentle or as brutal as a woman wanted. Or that he had a minor ability to inflate his dick depending on how tight or adventurous a woman was. he would please the most demure virgins or the most jaded size queens.
His duty with Shadow-Tech was to help keep their various operations secret. Even after over a century of research Virus Designation E-1029A was still highly volatile and had unpredictable evolutionary paths. If an experiment got out, or went wrong then the company could lose millions of credits. Or worse in Jake's own opinion, someone could get hurt.
A viral strain programmed to turn women into super soldiers had the unexpected side effect of turning them into horny, expectant mothers who wanted nothing but to fuck. He'd send them off to a prison camp belonging to a reptillian race. The girls wouldn't be happy but he knew for a fact that the reptilian overlords would treat them better than the company's repossession or assassination teams.
Jake stopped and took off his headset, even his abilities had their limits. Stretching, his toned muscles bulged and flexed in the easy light of his private den. His only piece of clothing, a tight speedo bulged with his impressive junk.
He dind't want to think about what would happen if he quit Shadow-Tech and couldn't get access to his serum. But he could never shake how he was ruining people's lives. Sure the girls on the reptilian planet would be alive but he doubted they'd appreciate being sold as prisoners or slaves to two-dicked reptile men.
He had too much to lose, to leave this position. So he kept on.
But he'd been working for nearly eighty hours non stop, it was time for a break.
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