Looking Within

Issac laid back on his bed and sighed. An empty plate covered with the stray bits and remnants of his modest meal sat on the ground nearby. How long had it been since Dr. Ivers had left him? Minutes? Hours? He wasn't sure. Food had been delivered just like she said, and while not exactly bland, it certainly hadn't been the most delicious stuff.

Issac still felt muted. The internal life and **** struggle between his mind and libido he'd felt within him when confronted with Angela or Emma was nowhere to be found. Not since he'd been gassed back in that dressing room. Maybe they were putting something in the food? Issac mentally shrugged. Who knew? There certainly wasn't anything he could do about it. Unfortunately, this bland malaise that had enveloped him left Issac rather apathetic when it came to what to do next.

Issac glanced around the sterile facilities that were his current abode. While far from a prison, this bright white 'guest house' was far from a luxurious accommodation. Sure he had a game console, some books he had planned on reading but hadn't bother with yet, and a few other mundane amenities. But nothing that he saw sparked any....desire within him to do anything.

Maybe....maybe that was the problem? He didn't feel any drive, any desire at the moment. Issac didn't feel much of anything at all. That was weird...wasn't it? He should be freaking out. Today had been absolutely insane. Issac looked down at his newly sizeable endowments between his legs. Just having a giant cock and balls attached to him should be reason alone to freak out or feel...something. Anything really.

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A unassuming man in a white lab coat sat watching Issac through the large one way mirror that took up almost the entirety of one wall of Issac's cell. Or rather, the guest's "room", they were supposed to call it. Keith chuckled to himself. Dr. Ivers was most insistent about trying to treat the subjects in ways that maintained their dignity. The man scoffed a little as he thought of this. He glanced at Issac, naked and with his gigantic manhood and testicles, and wondered just what kind of decency Issac could have in this situation. It's not like the subjects in his care ever actually did anything. The rooms like Isaac's were designed to limit stimulation to prevent any unintended incidents from occurring. Usually the subjects would just sit around, sleeping or reading until they lost interest in even that until they were prompted by Dr. Ivers or the other staff. So it was barely noticeable when Issa got up off the bed, sat down in the middle of the room, and began... meditating?

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His Aunt Cassidy has always ranted to him about the wonders of meditation. The ability to centre one's self, to reach inward and 'search for enlightenment' she would always say. Too many times had he been **** to participate in her meditation sessions when he was a kid. He could remember sitting on the rug with her in Cassidy's old living room, the two of them positioned in some strange pose designed to help "centre his mind".

Issac had never had the patience for it as a child. He had always fallen asleep or gotten bored and never really gotten anything out of it. It always felt as if his mind was too cluttered, to frantic and scattered to find his proverbial centre. But now....now was different. His mind felt empty, and Issac felt like something was...perhaps missing was the right word? Like he had been disconnected from both the noise, but also from something that made Issac Issac. So here he sat in the middle of some scientific Gulag looking inward once again.

Issac felt dumb. This had to be the stupidest idea he'd ever had, but what else was he going to do? So he let go. Already so quiet was his mind that it seemed so simple now to let the rest of his mind blurry away, as he dove deep, deeper than ever before in search of his 'centre'.

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How much time had passed? He didn't know. Does time pass inside one's own mind? Maybe he wasn't getting anywhere. He didn't feel any different. Should he? What was he even looking for? Issac sighed. "Sorry Aunt Cass. I still don't know if this is for me," he thought to himself.

Issac opened his eyes. To his shock, rather than the sterile white room he was in previously, Issac found himself floating in a star-speckled void of nothingness. "What the fuck?" Issac couldn't help but exclaim. The sound of his voice seemed both to echoes loudly and immediately diminish into nothingness. It felt....wrong.

Issac tried to move. To look around. What was up, what was down? Where was here? What was going on?