As the crowd made its way past him, snippets of conversations began to get through to Jon's eager and hungry mind. Each one, heard only for a brief second, and without context, was easily assimilated into Jon, taken as truth, thanks to the marvel of the Blank Slate Virus.
"It's your own fault, you know," said the young man chiding his smartly dressed wife, "you're always spending all of our savings on lingerie."
As if a switch had been turned on in Jon's mind, thoughts began to pour in. Lingerie! He knew what that was. That was what savings were for! He wondered if he had any savings, and if it was time to do some spending.
"...and another thing," a mother walking with her teenage daughter said sternly, "from now on you need to help out with the housework more. You're almost an adult now, so you need to take more responsibility!"
A serious sense of obligation began to fill Jon's mind. When he wasn't out spending his savings on lingerie, he needed to help out at home! Sure, he didn't know where his home was, or what work might be involved there, but when he figured out those details, he was committed. He felt his body grow slightly, aging until he was almost an adult, not much further than what he had been, a year, maybe two. Stubble appeared on his chin and his clothes felt slightly tighter as his body settled on its new size.
"Oh my god! You are such a slut!" a blonde girl said in laughter to her friend as the shuffled by.
And he was. He knew it. Jon would give his body for sex anytime, anywhere. Well, when he wasn't helping out at home, or spending his savings on lingerie, that is. He felt his penis get hard as he looked around at all the people walking by. He appraised each one, girls, boys, everyone. Such a slut, he thought with a hungry smile.
Then...
