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Chapter 9 by nickkorneev22 nickkorneev22

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Lost

The disorienting labyrinth of hallways and stairwells seemed to stretch endlessly, each turn leading you further into unfamiliar territory. Frustration gnawed at the edges of your determination as you realized you had no idea where you were.

With a determined sigh, you resolved to at least find someone who could point you in the right direction. As you roamed the corridors, you stumbled upon a set of doors that led into what appeared to be a bustling laboratory. There was a man in a lab coat, focused intently on his clipboard. He seemed the most likely candidate to provide some guidance.

As you approached the man in the lab coat, you tried to catch his attention, waving your hand to signal your presence. "Excuse me, sir," you said, your voice hesitant yet hopeful, "I seem to be a bit lost, and I was hoping you could help me find my way back to my quarters."

The man's eyes shot up from his clipboard, and his brows furrowed in irritation. Without a word, he grabbed your arm and began pulling you toward a nearby room, his grip firm and unrelenting. He muttered under his breath, berating you for your apparent recklessness.

"Running off without any regard for protocol," he muttered, shaking his head. "What a headache you people are."

His words left you very confused, as if he was speaking a different language at first.

"Wait, what? I-I think you've been mistaken, sir," you pleaded.

Your attempts to clarify the misunderstanding were met with stubborn silence. He seemed determined to reprimand you without listening to your side of the story.

In the room, you found yourself seated in a lab chair, your limbs secured by restraints. A nurse quickly slid on a large helmet-shaped headset onto your head with a plethora of wires coming out of it, while another swiftly attached an IV to your arm, adding to the growing sense of confusion and unease. Panic welled up as you realized you were caught in a situation spiraling beyond your control.

**** to make yourself heard, you continued to explain the situation, your voice growing more urgent. "Wait, you've got it all wrong," you pleaded. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I just need directions back to my quarters."

But your words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the growing commotion in the room. Electronic equipment hummed and beeped, strange devices whirred, and monitors displayed a flurry of data. The cacophony was disorienting, and you struggled to make sense of the situation.

Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness, your vision swallowed by an unknown void. Panic gripped you as you realized that you had been thrust into an unfamiliar and frightening experience, one that you had never anticipated when you first sought help to find your way back.


The sensations were surreal, like waking from a bizarre dream, only to find yourself in the middle of an even stranger one. A dull ache throbbed in your head as you tried to move, but your actions felt stiff, constrained, and far too unfamiliar.

"Fuck," you began to mutter, only to cut yourself off when you heard a soft, sultry voice escape your lips. Your eyes widened in alarm as you realized the voice that had just sounded was decidedly feminine.

In a sudden rush of panic, you tried to make sense of your surroundings. You were in a room you didn't recognize, drenched in an atmosphere that felt romantic, seductive. As your eyes darted around, the shocking realization hit you: you had a woman's body.

Longer mahogany hair cascaded down your back, your skin was smooth and flawless, and your figure was undeniably feminine, accentuated by the lacy lingerie set, complete with a garter belt and stockings, that you were wearing. Your chest heaved with each panicked breath, emphasizing the presence of what could only be described as sizeable breasts.

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Amidst the overwhelming confusion, a robotic, feminine voice echoed in your mind, asking, "How do you feel?"

You remained silent, unable to wrap your head around what was happening. The voice in your head was jarring, a stark reminder of the bizarre circumstances you found yourself in.

Your gaze locked onto a mirror in the room, and you walked toward it. Despite the unfamiliar body, you moved with an eerie grace, your steps confident and fluid. But the reflection staring back at you was that of an entirely different person.

Staring at the stranger in the mirror, you finally spoke, your sultry feminine voice trembling, "Is this what my body has become?"

But the robotic voice responded, "No, this isn't your body. Just relax."

The revelation that you were piloting someone else's body left you more perplexed than ever. With a hesitant tone, you responded to the voice. "There's a dull headache, but other than that, I think I'm fine"

"Disabling remote piloting system," the robotic voice said abruptly, and your body ceased to respond to your commands. Your body, this person's body, had frozen. Panic surged through you as you realized you were trapped, unable to move.

Then came the next ominous announcement, "Loading Synthetic Intelligence and Behavior Module."

As a wave of helplessness washed over you, you were left with a gnawing sense of dread, trapped in a body that was no longer your own, as a mysterious **** took control.

As the passionate embrace continued, your senses were immersed in a whirlwind of sensations and desires. The young man's hands roamed hungrily over the feminine curves of the woman's body, and you felt everything just as vividly as she did. Your shared consciousness seemed to merge entirely, and there was no distinction between your thoughts and hers.

With a skillful touch, the young man groped the woman's ass, his fingers squeezing and caressing the soft flesh, and you felt the sensations course through your body. The woman's inner voice purred with satisfaction

Oh yes, that's it, baby, grab my ass.

His hands then moved up to cup her breasts, fondling them eagerly as his lips sought hers once more. The woman's thoughts grew more explicit.

Mmm, play with my tits, baby. Squeeze them hard.

In the throes of passion, you felt his erection pressing insistently against the woman's body, the warmth and hardness of his arousal. Initially, you recoiled, revolted by the foreign sensation, but the woman's thoughts enveloped you, her desire for him overwhelming your reservations.

As your shared desires grew more heated, she used one hand to stroke his rigid shaft, her expert touch eliciting pleasurable moans from both of you. Your internal struggle gave way to a growing excitement, matching the woman's eagerness for the intimate encounter.

Finally, the young man pulled away from the passionate kiss, breaking the heated embrace. It was then that you realized he had entered the room entirely naked, and in your shared experience, it had gone unnoticed in the haze of desire.

With a seductive grin, the woman dropped to her knees before the young man, his throbbing erection before her. Her sultry gaze locked onto him, and she kissed the tip of his cock with playful sensuality, her actions and thoughts reflecting her intense desire for him.

The sensations were overwhelming, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. As the woman continued her passionate embrace of the young man's erection, your initial sense of revulsion gradually transformed into a bewildering mix of arousal and confusion. You found yourself sharing every thought and sensation with the woman, trapped in this shared consciousness.

Mmm, I'm such a slut for this cock. I love how hard and big it is.

Her lips wrapped around the rigid shaft, and her thoughts and feelings flooded your mind. The woman's sultry internal monologue enticed you further into the experience, even as you tried to resist. Her mind was a cacophony of desire, a relentless torrent of lust, and you were caught in the undertow.

The pace quickened, and the woman's mouth worked expertly, eliciting a simultaneous moan of pleasure from both of you. Conflicting thoughts swirled in your mind, her dirty desires mingling with your own, creating a tangled mess of sensations.

I'm your little cocksucker, baby. You can use me however you want.

Then, an unexpected sensation overwhelmed you both. The woman deepthroated the young man's cock with remarkable ease, her lips brushing against his crotch, and his sizable member invading the tight space of her throat. It should have been an uncomfortable and **** experience, but it wasn't. There was no urge to breathe, no sensation of suffocation. It was as if she could remain in that position indefinitely.

Take me. Fuck my mouth, baby.

Sensing her readiness, the young man's hands guided her head, and he began making long, powerful strokes with her mouth, moving from the tip down to the base. The woman's lips and mouth accommodated the size of his cock with an almost supernatural ease, creating a powerful suction that intensified the pleasure.

As the relentless rhythm continued, the woman's thoughts grew increasingly explicit and degrading, painting a vivid mental picture of her own submission and pleasure.

I'm nothing more than a submissive toy, here to satisfy his every desire.

In this tangled web of sensations and desires, you were both captivated and disoriented, swept away by the irresistible tide of lust.

I need to make him cum so badly. I'll do anything, anything at all.

You felt her eagerness, her eagerness becoming your own, as her thoughts danced on the edge of taboo. He's getting close, she noted, the sensation of the man's throbbing cock signaling his impending release. Just a little more, and I'll be rewarded for being such a good girl.

In the midst of this shared experience, your own resistance waned, and the lines between your thoughts and hers blurred. You couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming waves of pleasure and desire, lost in a sea of lust and longing.

As the woman's thoughts echoed in your mind, the anticipation of the man's release reached its peak. The feeling of her body being used, coupled with the dirty thoughts intensified the mounting excitement.

Yes, he's about to cum for me!

Suddenly, the young man's grip tightened, holding the woman's head firmly in place as he climaxed deep within her throat. However, instead of the usual sensations of pleasure and gratification, her body remained frozen, and her thoughts continued to loop endlessly. Something had clearly gone awry, and panic set in.

Yes, he's about to cum for me! Yes, he's about to cum for me! Yes...

Before she could finish her mantra, everything went black, and your consciousness drifted away.


As you slowly regain consciousness, the sterile, metallic scent of the lab fills your nostrils. Your vision is hazy, and your head throbs with a dull ache. You blink, trying to focus on your surroundings.

The doctor stands nearby, watching you intently. He checks your vitals, his expression a mix of satisfaction and concern. "You're back with us," he remarks, a note of relief in his voice. "The experiment was a success, though not without a few unexpected hiccups."

You nod, still groggy from the experience. The memory of what transpired in the simulation lingers, an odd mix of sensations and emotions. You can't shake the feeling that something went awry.

The doctor's tone grows stern. "I must emphasize, wandering off like that is not only dangerous but also highly disruptive to the process. We can't afford any more setbacks."

You assure him that you understand, determined to be more cautious in the future. As you start to rise from the chair, you find yourself pondering the strange journey you've embarked upon.

As you rise from the chair, your thoughts swirl with confusion and apprehension. "What on earth did I get myself into?" you wonder in your head, but then it dawns on you—the voice in your head is still that sultry, feminine tone from the simulation.

Panic sets in as you struggle to understand what has happened. You grasp at your thoughts, desperately trying to regain control over your own mind.

With each passing moment, you become increasingly **** to understand what's happening to you and how you can regain control. The world around you blurs as you grapple with the surreal reality of your situation, wondering if you'll ever return to the person you once were.

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