Jon stumbled backward. He could have told himself that it was the shock of seeing his own body enter the room acting like some kind of ditzy bimbo, but it was much more. As he steadied himself on the walls of the stall he had previously stepped out of, he realized that it had been an overwhelming onslaught of sensation that had knocked him for a loop. Once his body had bound into the room, Jon instantly began to inhale his former body's scent, feel his former body's heat, hear his former body's pulse, even though he was clear across the room. He closed his eyes to try to regain his composure.
"And if somebody doesn't spank me soon," Jon heard his body say, "I guess I'm going to have to just get on my knees and beg!"
Again his body giggled, but this time sounded interrupted. Jon opened his eyes just in time to see two men, younger than the bearded man, run into the room, restrain the male Jon, and pull him from the room. Again Jon steadied himself at the tsunami of sensation, which came, but left slightly quicker than the two times before.
"I apologize for that," the bearded man said, "You weren't supposed to see her... er... him, yet."
The man took a step forward, causing Jon's breathing to increase slightly, his breasts heaving, pulse racing, as his body reacted in excitement.
Get ahold of yourself! Jon thought, with little result.
"My name is Bruce," the bearded man said, "My assistants, Eric and Keith, who you saw, um, assisting our friend, and I are scientists. You are our subject."
"Subject?" Jon's bubbly voice questioned, "Subject for what?"
"For science, of course!" Bruce said exuberantly, again taking a step toward Jon, forcing Jon to hold onto the wall to keep from buckling his knees.
"What possible scientific advancement could you be looking for that would transform me into this?" Jon indicated his buxom body, trying to ignore the heat building in his loins.
"Oh that," Bruce said dismissively, again stepping forward, "That was an unfortunate accident. Your former body is fine, as you saw before, just otherwise... occupied."
Beads of sweat began to form on Jon's naked body as the Bruce approached. Unconsciously he licked his lips, which felt to his tongue to be extremely puffy and wet.
"We were attempting to chart, stimulate, and manipulate levels of arousal and excitement in the human male. You volunteered for the experiment, although I doubt you'd remember doing it. Through a specially developed VR simulator, we were able to upload your consciousness into a virtual world where we gave you everything we thought you wanted. As I said before, the result we got," Bruce nodded toward Jon's new body, "was not intended."
Jon noticed Bruce's pulse increase as the bearded man stared at him. Part of him wanted to cover his nudity, with his hands if nothing else, but another part, a bigger part, kept his hands exactly where they were. His own heart was racing in time with Bruce's. The feelings he was experiencing were incredible, addicting. He didn't want them to stop.
"It's the wrong body," Bruce continued, taking another step, bringing him withing arm's reach of Jon, "Obviously. I'm not sure how we'll remedy it, but for now, rather than losing your consciousness forever, we opted to put you in there, in the SlutBot 8000, a pleasure droid we've been developing for private sale. It was all ready, but had no AI yet. It should be able to hold your mind for months with little to no affect on your personality. Hopefully we'll have your situation resolved well before any problems arise."
Jon had tuned Bruce out. The proximity of the man was too much. His internal battle had changed from trying to cover himself, to trying to decide whether to let his left hand creep down and touch his dripping pussy, to allowing his right hand to slip into Bruce's pants and find something to suck on, or both. Overwhelmed, and quickly losing track of who he was, Jon...
