Try to return to your body

Feeling a sense of resignation, and frankly being too tired to keep up the running and hiding, you do as you are told and focus on returning to your body. You hear the click of buttons being pressed, and then your world begins to spin as darkness overtakes you.

For what seems to be an eternity, you feel as if you are nowhere. Everything is dark, and you have no sense of up or down. The only sound you hear is white noise, but it gradually is replaced by a thumping that you eventually recognize as your heartbeat. You attempt to open your eyes, but they feel as if your eyelids have ten-pound weights attached to them.

“I think he’s coming around.” The voice seems hollow and distant, but you fight the impulse to let your brain shut down and sleep.

“His vitals are growing stronger,” says a voice. You vaguely recall that owner of that voice is named Amy.

“Oh geez!” exclaims another voice. This one is Jeff’s. “They both just jizzed! Look at me! I look like I’ve been in a bukkake porn shoot!”

“Be quiet, Jeff,” said Dr. Burbank. “I’m sure it’s just an involuntary reaction to everything. Don’t distract me while I take these readings.”

You manage to crack your eyes open. Bright lights invade your senses, and you take a deep breath, inhaling the sharp scent of the lab’s antiseptic cleaners, mixed with a pungent smell you usually encounter after a very satisfying jack-off session. You slowly lift your head and look down. You see your own body through your own eyes for the first time in what seems to be an eternity. You also see that a significant portion of your lower body is covered in sperm, some of which is still dripping copiously from your semi-hard cock.

“Amy, get a sample of his semen for study,” says Burbank.

“Not the first time he’s offered up his spunk for her,” mutters Jeff. “At least this time he was using his own body.”

“And get some from Mr. Davis, too,” says Burbank, referring to TC’s body that you just vacated. You look in his direction and see his toned, ebony, muscular body, similarly covered in the emissions from his ejaculation.

“Jeff, would you take care of that?” asks Amy as she lowers a test tube to your abdomen and begins collecting your seminal fluid.

“Don’t you think I’ve had enough contact with his gunk?” protested Jeff. “I think I’ve got some in my hair.”

“Just help me out, ok?” demands Amy, sharply. Her look of irritated concentration stands in stark contrast to your memory of her face as it exploded in orgasmic ecstasy as you hammered your cock — well, Jeff’s cock, actually — into her willing snatch. You shake your head, trying to banish the thought from your brain. All of this body jumping has not only left you very tired, but extremely confused about memories.

“I’ve given Mr. Davis a sedative,” said Dr. Burbank. “His vitals are strong, and it would not do for him to come to at this point; I’m sure he will be very confused and will need some answers.”

Dr. Burbank pulls out a small flashlight and examines your eyes. “That was quite an adventure, Justin. I’m sure it must feel good to be back in your own body. Do you think if I take these restraints off that we can get you dressed and try to get some solid food in you? You’re done running, aren’t you?”

As exhausted as you feel, you’re not even sure you have the strength to sit up, let alone run. You nod, weakly. Amy and Jeff release the restraints, and Amy hands you a towel, which you use to mop up your body. You are amazed at the quantity that you spewed and wished that you could have witnessed the eruption. It was definitely one for the record books.

You sit up on the edge of the bed and rub your eyes. Only as an afterthought does it occur to you that you should cover yourself. Whether it is exhaustion, the knowledge that everyone in the room has seen you naked for days, or a curious side-effect or what happened to you, but your habitual shyness and modesty seem to have evaporated.

You take the clothing Jeff hands you and clumsily dress. After controlling so many different people’s bodies, you strangely have trouble just figuring out how to use your own hands to zip up your pants.

Once dressed, you sit down and accept a cup of broth from Amy. The warm, salty liquid hits your throat, you remember blowing Kim in the park just a few hours ago. You close your eyes and shake your head, finding it hard to believe it wasn’t all some bizarre, erotic dream.

Dr. Burbank sits down in a chair across from you. Amy and Jeff stand to his side, watching you with curiosity and apprehension.

“Once you are ready, we need to talk, Justin,” he says. “I’m sure you have many questions.”