Jon's eyes fluttered. He was laying down. Wait, hadn't he just been standing? He'd been standing in front of Bruce - feeling his heat, his pulse, and aching to feel something more. And then everything went black.
He sat up and looked around, his head suddenly clear. It was a plain white room, lined with sliding doors along all the walls. The only furniture was the daybed he was currently sitting on and a small table in the corner with a chair and a mirror. He looked down, realizing he still had a sexy bombshell of a body. His pussy was still wet, and more than ever he noticed its emptiness.
Somewhere in the room, a speaker clicked on.
"I'm sorry about that Jon, it appears your mind was overwhelmed by your new body. It should get better as time goes on. We've never put a human mind into a synthetic body before!"
"Synthetic?" Hearing Bruce's manly voice sent a tingle through Jon's body. It was less intense than before, but he found himself missing the other sensations.
"Of course. The SlutBots are the most advanced artificial humanoids ever created. Completely indistinguishable at the cellular level, but designed from the ground up to please men. You'll never age, or get sick. Or pregnant, actually."
"Where am I now?" Jon asked.
"You're in the SlutBot dressing room. The closets around you are stocked full of clothes that will fit you perfectly. I should mention that your body is also emitting strong pheromones and a high-frequency seduction wave, which makes you irresistible to the men around you. We figured this place would be a bit more comfortable for the time being."
Jon got up and walked to one of the sliding doors and opened it. Sure enough, racks and racks of clothes in more styles than Jon knew existed. But every item, for some reason, was orange - a brighter shade at one end and darker at another. But all orange.
"Ah, yes," Bruce interjected, as he realized what Jon was probably thinking. "Each closet is sorted by color. The SlutBot AI we've been working on is, frankly, quite simple. We felt this organization would help them make decisions more easily. Of course, you shouldn't have any problems like that."
Jon continued looking through the closets, and couldn't help but notice the skimpiness of most of the fabric. None of this would cover his whole body. And yet, walking around naked, he knew that Bruce was watching him - and a part of him didn't want to cover up for some reason. He absently wondered how hard Bruce was right now.
Jon paused and turned to where the voice had been speaking from. "Where's my old body?"
"Ah, I'm actually glad you asked that," Bruce said. Suddenly a panel at the end of the room slid open, and Jon's senses were suddenly assaulted by the sight, smell, and pulse of his former self standing there.
"Oh. My. Gawd. You're so gorgeous! I bet I could, like, find you some great lingerie. Wait, where's the shop? Where are my sisters?" Jon's head was spinning at hearing his old voice now babbling nonsense - but the mention of a shop and lingerie made him recall something... something from before he woke up in this body, but he couldn't quite remember.
"We're working on getting you out of that body," Bruce said over the speaker. "Until then we thought it might be helpful to put the two of you together. You compliment one another, after all. And we need to do some observation before we can let you leave."
Observations? Jon wondered.
Jon's double, meanwhile, had stopped rifling through the clothes and was staring, transfixed at Jon's new body. Jon could feel both of their pulses quickening. He could see a bulge forming in his jeans.
"I never got that spanking," his old body giggled. "Maybe you can help me?"
Help. Jon heard those words from his male body's mouth. He wanted to help him. He needed to help him. He moved closer, taking in his scent and feeling the emptiness growing inside him.
"Your boobies are, like, so big," the male Jon said, bringing a hand up and squeezing Slut-Jon's chest. The wave of pleasure almost made his knees buckle, and without another thought wrapped his arms around his former body and gave it a sharp smack on the ass. His mind, his body, his essence, were buzzing with the best feeling ever, and he wanted more.
