Acquired Hypersexuality Syndrome - Sex Stories

Acquired Hypersexuality Syndrome

This story began at the Genetics Lab's impromptu birthday party. There was just about everybody, that is, about two dozen young and promising scientists, drinking, dancing, playing video games, and engaging in drunken chitchat.

"C-consider sexual behavior dimorphism..." Charles did his best to make his point. "Our s-species males show persistent motivation but only episodic cap-pacity, while the capacity of fem-males is virtually unlimited, and the reluc... hic... tance is w-widely observed..."

Nick laughed. "Charles, you are a genius! To wrap the adage 'men always want but not always can, women always can but not always want' in such a charming scholarese..."

"Thanks!" Charles grinned. "W-working on my thesis is r-really paying off! S-So what I'm saying is... What if w-we manage to ad-just the behavior for m-maximum performance for both s-sexes?"

"Sounds promising!" Selah, who had been listening to them for a while, nodded sharply. "So, translating back to the ordinary humanese..."

"...what if we make everyone equally horny and able to fuck non-stop?" Nick finished. "That would be perfect!"

Selah giggled. "Can't agree more! What a nice fantasy!"

"T-this isn't just a fantasy!" Charles said solemnly. "I c-can do this!"

Nick blinked. "No, you can't! You're a smart guy, Charlie, but the task is too much even for you!"

"You s-say that?" Charles grinned and took out his laptop, which he never parted with. "Challenge acc...hic...cepted! Hold my ...

... beer..."

And he started tapping on the buttons.

"Oh, yeah! Are we making bets here? Then let's set the stakes!" Nick slapped a bill on the table. "My twenty bucks says you can't make it!"

Without turning away from the laptop, Charles slapped another one next to it. "My hundred bucks s-says I'll do it in two m-months! Hic."

"Only two months? I could raise it to ten thousand, you fool! But let it be equal. Hundred dollars for you won't be done in two months."

The rest of the group gathered around them, curious. When they heard the subject of the bet, they all burst out laughing.

"Wow! Cool! I'm with Charles! This is stupid! I'm against!"

Still laughing, they emptied two jars of the remaining cookies, labeled them H0 and H1, and voted with their hundred dollar bills. They were almost evenly split, with ten votes for Charles and thirteen against.

"All bets are off!" Nick exclaimed. "Let's get back to the game in two months!"

Charles returned to his keyboard. Of course, he couldn't finish the concept right away, and he was soon interrupted by Selah and Tessa, who said they could be quite horny without any alterations...

But the next day, over a soda, he reread his notes, grinned, and set up his personal side research project.

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Less than two months later, at another birthday party, Charles waited for everyone to relax and get woozy, then called for attention, placed a small box on the table, and opened it. Inside were two dozen 2ml disposable syringes, ...