The strangeness continues as he tries to relax.

After all that, David needed a chance to catch his breath. Shakily he clambered off the Bike, as he tried to understand everything? What was going on? Who was he? How had he forgotten any of this? It was like one part of his entire existence ha always been missing from his life. His eyes were still streaming as stood motionless. To think all this had began for selfish reasons, but now David wondered if he should stop? The worse part is he now remembered it all, being in hospital, slipping in and out of consciousness as the medical staff worked to keep him alive.

He felt sick, bending over, he started heaving, but nothing came up, instead his throat just felt raw. All he had wanted was to become a better person, a better man, but now he wasn't even sure if he a man? Well not completely, was he even one? He had to admit that there were definite times he had been uncomfortable but he had just chalked that up to something all men go through.

After few more minutes he finally moved, falling into sofa, and staring at blank screen for good long minute, before switching it on.

His mind could hardly even register what was on, instead he just continued to wonder exactly what any of this meant? As if on cue, the voice broke through her tattered synapses.

Would you really hate becoming a new you?

He shrugged.

All I am saying, David is you are clearly miserable and fighting a war in your head, what if answer was as simple as becoming a butterfly?

At this David spoke, "I looked up to him, I thought he loved me, cared for me... why did I forget..."

The voice seemed to sigh as it responded

David, you barely survived, no one would be angry you forgot what happened.

"I don't understand though... what is happening to me?"

A good thing, I do warn you won't remember what I say, but know this is your right path.

"How do you know?"

Because I am the you, who already accepted this. You have constantly ignored the warning on the Bike. The Bike is made for women, if a man uses it, he will gradually be moulded to fit these parametres. It starts with your mind, but the one you saw, Michelle is you. You were always Michelle, your Dad's **** just locked that away.

"I am not a women..." David pleaded with the voice.

Do you really think that, or are you just scared?

"I don't know... I just want to be happy and have partner."

You will, just not the way you expected, I am sorry you must forget this, but know you are doing fine.

"But I am not a women..." he continued to argue.

One other thing with the Bike you should read the manual.

Uncertain how to respond David just gave hopeless sigh.

You know what you need, you need to relax, it's been rough day and David - you are so confused and lost, but I am not the enemy I am you. The Bike just helped me emerge, I am here because you need the encouragement and love. You can do this. Just close your eyes, drop your trousers and it will come naturally. Begin to live her, and one day you will wake up as her.

In truth, David had very few friends he had work collegues, but outside of that his bad habits had driven people away. His Therapist had commented on this, and he in all his wisdom had scoffed at the idea. Now, he felt so alone, so fragile and scared. Nonetheless the voice seemed to care for him. And the voice was right, he did need to relax. It was scary he would not remember this, but does the Catepillar question why they are becoming a cacoon? No, they just accepted it. And however frightening all this was he knew he wanted to return to that reality, that happiness. That freedom.

Was he maybe surrendering to this change?

He would disagree he saw it more as accepting something he had forgotten because of the psychical trauma.

With that in mind, he unfastened his trousers and freed his manhood and closed his eyes as he once more escaped.

As the scene formed, he saw himself this time in a circle naked with beautiful throbbing members surrounding her.

Those firm hands rubbing up and down on the shafts.

Her body driving their lust, her nethers growing warm with each moment, while the nipples on her chest stood erect. Her long hair cascading down semi shielding her ample chest.

She spoke up, "Keep going boys, after cumming over me, you get to breed me."

That seemed to encourage the men, her mouth watering at each cock around her. Not even sure where to look as all of them were beyond appetizing, begging for her encapsulate her lips over them and start blowing them all. Instead Michelle playfully flaunted her chest lifting her breasts to let them bounce, "Cum over me, I want it all boys!"

Unable to resist she started tracing her nethers lips, mewling hotly, "Mmmmm, talk dirty to me."

The men did not stop, but each spoke.

"I am going to breed you until your **** and then fuck while ****."

Michelle whimpered at such a prospect, her fingers teasing her lips open in eagerness.

"I will drown you in my cum, before fucking your mouth, ass and pussy before writing whore on your face."

Squeezing her breasts, she squirmed biting her lip.

"I am going to finger fuck you in public and **** you to climax in public so everyone knows you are my slut."

Shivering, her digits traced over her inner lips, coated with oozing effervescent.

"I am going to fuck your mouth like you are a flesh light before cumming buckets down there with my huge throbbing cock!"

Groaning, Michelle wriggled and started feverishly rubbing her nethers, "Fuck me, give me it all boys. I NEED YOUR CUM."

"I dress you up in a Maid outfit and **** you to do cleaning without panties and anytime I desire will fuck you like obedient servant you are."

Slipping her fingers into herself, she started thrusting them in and out, elicited high-pitched whines and cries, "Nnnnngh, cum. I NEED CUM!"

"I want to sit on top of you and shove my cock between your tits and fuck them until drenching your face in my seed."

Quivering in ecstasy, she felt her eyes roll back, and body arch before erupting a dripping mess on to the floor, through the haze, she heard the hot grunts and groans of the boys speeding up determined to mark her with their beautiful seed.

Finally it happened, each cock exploded simutanously, and soaked her in the face, chest and stomach. The ropes hitting everywhere while her tongue hung out to drink up any she could. Any she caught she immediately swallowed. The ejaculations were spectacular in quality and quantity. That by the end, she had to wipe her eyes, giggling before kissing each semen soaked head, even slurping lightly to swallow some more.

God it was fun being a cumslut.

As the haze ended, David saw his climax had been rather messy. His eyes stared at the tranluncent juice before scooping up handful with his fingers and slurping hotly over his fingers, moaning as he did so. After he finished, he merely felt exuberant, even alive. All this time he had wondered just what purpose of him was, now he was beginning to understand and his mind had ideas.

Not even changing he chose once again to sleep on the sofa, that and his legs were refusing to cooperate for now.

Could he ever be that person?

According to the voice yes.