The Presentation of The Century

The commotion in the massive exhibition hall was deafening. The hum of thousands of conversations, the clicking of footsteps on the polished floor, and the distant echo of promotional videos filled the air. In the midst of it all stood Peter, trying to avert his gaze from the group of three women standing directly in front of their own trade show booth.

Only a few minutes ago, everything had been different. Then Walter had activated the iBod. A bright, blue light had shifted the frequency of the room, and the familiar figure of his father had simply... dissolved.

In the place where the elderly inventor had just been standing, there were now three young women. They stood so close together that their bodies seemed almost to merge—a single unit of pure, athletic allure. Their perfectly fitted, dark blue sports outfits—high-waist shorts and tight-cut sports bras—left little room for doubt regarding their flawless forms.

The woman on the left, with long brown hair and impressively defined abdominal muscles, looked directly at Peter. Her smile was confident, almost predatory. The woman in the middle, whose skin had a beautiful, darker tone and whose dark hair was pulled back strictly, gazed at him with a knowing glint in her eyes. And the woman on the right, a blonde beauty, appeared as dynamic as the other two.

But when the woman on the left opened her mouth, a depth poured out that made the blood freeze in Peter's veins. It was not the soft voice of a woman; it was Walter’s distinctive, deep baritone, now carried by her feminine throat: "You stare at us as if we were strangers, Peter... as if our new appearance would confuse you."

It was Walter's voice! Their physical presence was the absolute opposite of his father, yet the content was so intimate and demanding that it nearly took his breath away.

The woman in the middle now laughed with that same powerful, masculine voice, while her hand movement—a gentle stroke over her own hip—heightened the tension in the room: "We have only expanded our boundaries. We are now... much more than we ever were."

Peter looked at the three women. He tried to grasp the impossible: that his father was now these seductive athletes. It wasn't just that they stood beside each other like strangers; it was as if their consciousness were stretched like a fine, invisible net across all three bodies—a single entity driven by three different sensory urges.

The blonde woman took a step forward, her muscles twitching provocatively beneath the fabric of her sports bra. "We are the perfect face for this booth," Walter's voice said through her, while her gaze practically clasped him. "A sight that intoxicates the senses and robs the mind."

Walter—or what of his consciousness existed in this new form—seemed to relish this new existence. He was no longer limited to a single body; he had expanded his presence. He could now perceive the world from three different perspectives simultaneously, while his will flowed through their three bodies like a single, unstoppable current.