"We've been studying the subject for a while. Otherwise we wouldn't have been producing scenarios with his sister and all of that. So we were prepared for accidents. Just download the extra one into one of the spare slutbots."
Jon felt woozy. Where was he? He opened his eyes and allowed them to focus. He was in a dimly-lit room, standing in what looked like a shower stall, but with no plumbing fixtures. Above his head was a large black ball, suspended from the ceiling. It seemed to hum slightly, but only loud enough for him to notice when he paid very close attention.
And close attention is what he was paying. He'd never felt more attentive in his life. It was as if his whole body was eager for input, interaction, stimulus. His hungry eyes looked around the room and took everything in, from the grey walls, to the darker grey door. There were imperfections in the paint, every point he noted, fascinated.
He took a step forward and felt the cold floor on his bare feet. His eyes dropped down to see if he was walking on ice, but was shocked to see that his view of his lower appendages was obstructed by two extremely large breasts.
"What the," a high-pitched, bubbly voice exclaimed, coming from his throat, "How did..."
The door opened, revealing a bearded man in a lab coat. Jon noticed everything about him, the few grey hairs that had begun to appear on his chin, the scent of his deoderant mixed with a manly scent of sweat, he could even smell what the man had eaten for lunch (ham sandwich on rye). The man's heart-rate was elevated.
"Jon," the man began, but was interrupted.
What interrupted him was the last thing Jon would have expected to see.
His own body burst into the room, giggling.
"Did somebody, like, call for me?" Jon's doppleganger giggled, "I was totally listening, even though you told me not too. I've been very naughty. I think somebody's going to have to spank me!"
Jon...
