The nanites are injected.

Lisa Love straightens up and turns her back on you as she faces the camera. You try not to stare at her ass, so firm and beautifully rounded beneath her tight and clinging black slacks. She clears her throat, puts on her game face and brushes down her suit's blazer a moment before you hear the set director call action.

"Hey there dungeon crawlers, welcome back for another season of Desperate in the Dungeon," Lisa begins her spiel. "Your favourite hostess with the moistest here, Lisa Love and boy, am I pumped to introduce our first contestant."

Lisa steps to the side to reveal you to the camera. There is a short pause as the camera pans down your hard, muscular body strapped securely to the padded gurney, the shot lingers for a couple of seconds on your semi-erect cock and then back to your face. Lisa half turns back towards you, and her hand caresses the defined pectoral muscles, and she gasps softly and theatrically in feigned awe at your masculine physique. You feel a tremor in your muscles, unable to ignore the touch of such a beautiful and brazenly sexual woman. Lisa gasps and giggles as your pecs twitch beneath her slim fingers.

"Oh my, isn't he magnificent?" Lisa coos, as if she were admiring a pet or livestock rather than a person. "It's almost a shame to transform such a hunk. I'm getting a little hot under the collar just imagining what a body like that could do to me."

You can't resist the thought of just what you would like to do to Lisa Love either; stripping that expensive suit off her and revealing her lush body, pinning her across the gurney you are strapped to and then beastfucking her into a whimpering slut as she orgasms. Your cock swells and lengthens at the mental image, still not fully stiff, but hardened enough to lift from your thigh and bob up and down in an embarrassingly comical half-erect state.

"Mmmhh, I think he likes me," Lisa chuckles as the camera pans down to your crotch and your twitching cock for a moment. "I wonder what his ideal woman might be? Well, we're about to find out. As you know, the cognitive adaptive function in the nanites produces the contestant's own wet dream of a woman. Nurse Candy, the nanites, please."

The blonde in the sexy nurse outfit totters forward on her white stiletto high heels. She holds up the nanite hypo-spray injector and bends forward so her micro-skirt rides up and bares her white cotton panty-covered buttocks. She presses the injector to your neck, and there is a hiss followed by a tingle and pressure on your neck as the nanites are injected at high pressure directly through your skin and into your carotid artery. For a few seconds, nothing appears to happen. You know that the delay is while the nanites are coursing through your veins, entering your brain and sifting through your memories to build a template of the woman you will soon become.

Heat begins to build in every cell of your body, and sweat beads on your skin as your temperature soars to a level that would kill a person if it continued for more than a few minutes. It is not exactly pain, but it is so uncomfortable and alien that you begin to twist and turn, writhing in the restraints that hold you down. Your cock hardens to full erection, nine inches of throbbing hard flesh stiffly jutting upward from your crotch and waving crazily around as you struggle against the restraints. Your impressive muscles begin to ripple and twitch as the nanites, imprinted with the blueprint they have read in your unconscious, deep fantasies, begin to remould you.