Montage of the next week.

In the following week, I learnt a lot about my new body. It took two days for my new body to start interpreting sexual response, but when it did, it quickly became apparent that my body was idealised for sex in more than just form. I got horny over the course of a few hours on that second day and after that was horny constantly. Not uncontrollably horny, but it was always present enough that I could never get it out of my mind.

It also became apparent that my new body was bisxual, or maybe even pansexual. My own body I would have rated a 6 out of 10 by the end of the week, in terms of my own attraction to it. Hot enough that I wouldn't kick it out of bed, but I probably wouldn't actively pursue it because there are bound to be better options. I viewed every woman, no matter the age, shape, fitness level, or other features as being about the same level of attractiveness.

When it came to men, my body definitely had a type though. Someone like Micheal Stevenson was around that same 6, but some of the others that came through were clearly perfect 10s. I had a steady stream of men, and a slightly less steady stream of women coming to talk to me about nothing and "keep my spirits up." I was sure that they just wanted to add my nude form to their spank banks.

This meant that I could clearly identify some features that my body liked in men. Firstly, the taller the better. Muscles certainly helped, the bigger and more defined the better. I also found myself occasionally fantasizing about when the men had in their pants, and I never imagined anything small. I figured that I must have been wired to be a size queen.

At various times, certain research specialists would test certain parts of my body. They would shine lights in my eyes to test for pupil dilation, give me various foods to check my sense of taste, and tap me in various locations with a variety of objects to check my sense of touch. By far may favourite test though, was the test of my sexual response.

A very attractive young man, well muscled and a little over 6 foot tall conducted the test. He started by massaging my shoulders, which felt nice, then he moved his hand to my left nipple and started playing with it. If you're a man, you probably know about the super sensitive spot just under the tip of your cock. Each nipple felt like that. It was mind blowing and I shook through my first orgasm in a matter of minutes. Then he felt up the rest of my breasts, which felt electric but not quite as good.

He gently massaged my ass, and I discovered that it felt as good as my boobs. Then he got a large dildo and thrust it into my cunt. I came instantly. He kept thrusting and every time he did, I came again. This went on for about 20 orgasms before he finally stopped, not that I really wanted him too.

He finished off by stroking my lips, which turned out to be as sensitive as my nipples. Gosh that felt good. I ended up spending the rest of the week licking and biting my lips, bringing myself to orgasm over and over again. It wasn't like I had anything better to do.