Mr. McMillan's plan relied upon one of the other inventions at his company, a subdermal microchip that allowed a computer to create any emotion in the target, from fawning lust to abject terror. It was just about ready for human trials, and he went to the scientist inventing it to get a prototype "to study".
The next day, when Sam in Denise's body came to his office, he was ready. He first gave her some coffee laced with a powerful sedative, and when she passed out, he performed the simple procedure to implant the chip. It was ready in less than 15 minutes, and then he got the hand-held control device ready as her eyelids fluttered and opened.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mr. McMillan, I must have dozed off somehow..." she apologized.
"Don't worry honey, it's fine. How do you feel?"
"I'm alright, I just..." her voice trailed off as Mr. McMillan hit an icon on his computer tablet. Suddenly, she felt her pussy clench and lubricate, her nipples hardened to little points of fire, and her skin became flushed and sweaty. She looked at Mr. McMillan with an entirely new viewpoint... he was a man, and she HAD to have him, NOW. She burned for his touch, she ached to feel him between her legs. She couldn't control herself, she flung herself into his arms and ravaged his body to try and get relief from the passion that gripped her. The sex today put yesterday's tentative games to same, this was pure animal lust.
When it was over, Mr. McMillan got up and hit another icon on the touchpad and the feelings left as quickly as they had come.
"Wh...what was that?" she said, lifting the torn blouse she had ripped apart in the throws of passion.
"Oh, just something to help you... get in the mood," he replied with a knowing grin. "And to make sure you don't try to get rid of me. You see, if I don't enter a special code into this pad every day, you'll experience an entirely different emotion. Here's a brief taste..."
Suddenly, overwhelming terror washed over her. She cringed and cowered, horrified and practically paralyzed in the grip of fear. She had never been so scared in her life, and there was nowhere to run, nothing she could do to fight it! Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed, and she even pissed herself right there on the carpet.
Mr. McMillan hit the icon again and the fear subsided. Sam climbed slowly to her feet, still shaken from the mind-numbing ordeal. "That was just a taste," he said. "If anything happens to me, that will become permanent, so you'd better try to keep me happy."
