Something wonderful! I think...

The chamber pod opens, and I instantly step out. There's a cold breeze that washes over my mostly naked body, and I feel more sensitive to it. I down at myself and notice something... I'm exactly the same! There's not a scratch on me, and I still have all my limbs. However, I feel like I could run a marathon. Honestly, I feel like I've been through 20 years worth of exercise, and yet I still have my sexy dad bod. I look over at the doctor, and yet she seems to be acting more strangely than I am. She's sitting in a chair next to where she put her clipboard, just admiring me. She has this oddly seductive look, too.

"So, Mr. Doe." She stands up and begins walking over to me. Slowly and seductively, like she's trying to turn me on. "How do you feel?"

"Great, actually." I respond. She stands directly in front of me, and uses her pretty eyes to glance up at me.

"Oh, good. I should've known, with these abs you've got." She rubs her hand against my stomach. Abs? I've never had abs before. I still don't!

"Um... what are you-" I try to get out.

"Ssshhh..." She puts a finger over my lips. "I want you, Mr. Doe, so bad."

"You want me?"

"Yes. I want you inside of me. I shut the blinds and locked the door while you were in the chamber. Nobody can see us." She rubs her tits against my chest, which she still says is the most perfect thing she's ever seen.

"Look, Doctor, you're a beautiful lady, I couldn't do anything to you right now. What if someone finds out?"

"Screw everyone else!" She shouts. "Screw my co-workers, screw anybody know who knows you, hell screw my husband!"

"You're married?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't matter. I NEED you to take me, right now. Please!" She drops to her knees and begs me.

Scrambling for words, I look around for a distraction. When there isn't one, I quickly think of an excuse. "How about this, later this week, I'll come back to the office for a 'check-up'. You give me you're number, and we'll text each other about a good time. Does that work?"

She pouts, but stands up once again. "Fine." She gives me her phone number and quickly gives me a peck on the cheek as she opens the blinds. She escorts me out of the office, before I stop her again. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Of course! Anything you need." She says, pointing to a door across the lobby area. I thank her, and we head our separate ways.

I step into the stall and weigh my options. "What the hell is happening to me?" I say out loud to myself. I couldn't seem to figure it out. One moment, I'm some washed up loser with no friends and no bitches. Then I take part in a weird science experiment and I have a sexy married woman begging me to fuck her? I simply don't understand, what the hell happened in that machine? Regardless, I step out of the stall and go over to the sink. I need some cold water on my face.

SPLASH. The water of the lab sink washes over my face, and allows me to see things more clearly. I look into the mirror, when I find something oddly strange with the way I look. I don't look like me anymore! My face is toned, my chest is bulky, and everything down to my hands are so manly. I even lift up my shirt to the mirror, and I've got the nicest washboard abs I've ever seen. Looking down, though, I'm still the dad bod grand master. This is nuts! I've got to get out there and do something fun with this, right now!