Sensius Prequel: A question of Timing
Isaac was a 23-year-old college student, struggling to balance his studies in civil engineering and architecture while working the night shift at Sensius Corp. He was tall, standing at 1.72 meters, he had a pretty basic build. Some people would describe him as “Mister Everyone”, which he hated. For him it meant he was drowned in the mass of people and no one really cared enough to know him and recognize him in an ocean of individualities. His short dark hair often stuck to his forehead from sweat, and his tired brown eyes carried the weight of countless sleepless nights. The cheap uniform he wore was always wrinkled, stained with cleaning chemicals, and reeked of the sterile, artificial scent of the research facility while his face was itching from all the chemicals vapors. So much in fact that he stopped shaving more then once a week to try and ease the pain of the razor blades on his sensitive skin.
He hated this job. It was demeaning, exhausting, and barely paid enough to cover his tuition and the mountain of debt looming over him. Every night, as he trudged through the sterile halls, he fantasized about quitting, about finding something better. But what choice did he have? Without this, his education would be out of reach, and with it, his dream of becoming an architect would too. But the truth is, his grades were not the best either and if he missed one more class he would be suspended and terminated. Isaac spent so much time working to try to pay for his studies that he didn’t have the time needed to study properly. And without any close family or girlfriend that could help him, he knew this situation was a mountain to climb barehanded.
Tonight was supposed to be like any other shift. He had his earbuds in, music drowning out the monotonous routine of his cleaning duties. When he entered one of the high-security labs, he barely glanced at the glowing screens filled with images shining on the screens. Men, women, animals, trees, toys, sculpture, anatomical studies, even celebrities. He didn’t pay attention to any in particular, his sight jumping from screens to screens wondering why they needed so many pictures and why all of the screens were having a red dot on the top right corner except one with picture of a men that had a green one. Probably another high security project the scientists were working on, and even if he tried to ask what it was out of curiosity, the majority of them were horrible persons humiliating and dehumanizing him for being the cleaner of the facility.
Isaac sigh as he realized tonight was not different from last night and the night before. A group of scientists stood nearby him, looking at him up and down as they walked pass him, murmuring to each other and starting to laugh. As one of them passed by, the biggest douche of them all, he mimed to trip on a wet spot on the ground as he let go his full cup of coffee on the ground, letting it splatter all around the floor. “Oopsie. Looks like you missed one, here.” He said as he resumed his path talking back to his friend “spent the whole afternoon on this glitched out gif. Fuck that I need a beer!”.
Isaac looked at them, his eyes fuming of rage and disgust. He put his cleaning trolley in the hallway and grabbed a mop to start cleaning what this douche scientist had just done on purpose before grabbing the bean to empty it. As his hands grabbed the side of it, a weird smell raised to his nostrils. He tilted his head to check what it was only to realize in pure hock and disgust that there was a paper bag with a dog poop in it. At this exact moment, something clicked in Isaac’s mind. This work was not worth the money and the behavior of this douches. He’ll find a way to earn money, but this was his last stroke. He went to one of their desks and grabbed a letter and pen to start handwriting a resignation letter. When he was done, he went to grab his trolley and put the letter on top of it, ready to hand it as soon as he is done with his shift hoping to get the full pay for his day of work.
As he reached for his work badge to open the door, he realized it wasn’t in his pocket anymore. It must have fallen once again. He had asked thousands of times to get a new clip but they never did and Isaac was spending his time looking for it all around the facility. He turned back in the office where he finally saw it after a couple of minute sitting on the floor next the desk, he grabbed the paper. “Go to hell, morons!” Isaac said as he took a step to finally get out of this hell. For the first time for a long time, he felt a huge weight being released from his shoulders. His steps were smooth and light as a feather. Sign of destiny, his favorite music was blasting in his EarPods. Isaac was getting closer and closer to the door, his head dancing a bit to the rhythm of the music. Out of nowhere, Isaac felt the ground under his shoes becoming slippery and he fell on his ass on the ground, his working overall getting wet from the remaining water from the coffee he just mopped on the ground.
“Great,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. He got back up only to realize his work badge had flown across the room and was now sitting in one of the opened pods at the back of the room. “Perfect…” He cites as he stepped closer, bending down to grab it, but as his fingers brushed the badge, his foot slipped once again because of the water under his sole. His frame had no real weight to balance him, and in an instant, he lost his footing entirely.
His body lurched forward as he fell headfirst into the open pod.
The moment his back hit the cushioned interior, alarms blared. The lid hissed as it sealed shut, locking him inside with a metallic click. Panic surged through him as he realized he was trapped, but most importantly, the douche would have to see him in this situation, his pants wet and him being trapped and at their mercy to free him. It was already a nightmare of anticipation.
"I can’t believe it! Why the universe is fucking against me!! What have I done to deserve this FUCKING treatment!! " He shouted, scrambling against the smooth interior as he tried to grabbed the sides of the lid and maybe force it to open, but nothing moved. Out of nowhere, a low humming started to be heard in the pod as lights started to flick on above his head and around him, shining through the blueish silicone.
SUBJECT DETECTED. INITIATING SCAN.
Mechanical restraints shot out of the sides, clamping around his wrists and ankles and securing him in place, forcing his hands on the sides of his body and his ankles at the bottom of the pod, slightly opened. He thrashed, heart pounding, but the grips were too strong for him to free himself. A bright blue laser came from all sides of the pod and scanned over his body, humming softly as it mapped every inch of his terrified body. “What the fuck is that?!” He screamed as the blue laser finished to scan his toes and disappeared. “HELP!!” Isaac screamed once again not knowing that his screams were muffled to nothingness by the pod once the lid is closed.
INITIAL SCAN FINISHED. STARTING CALIBRATION.
In the blink of an eye, a searing heat washed over his trembling body as he was still trying to get free from the grips. In front of his very eyes, the pos was drowned in a warm and red light. Then, right in front of him, Isaac saw with his mouth open from incomprehension how strands of cotton started to flow in front of him like there was no gravity anymore. Then those same strands started to disintegrate into even smaller strands before vanishing in dust. Isaac tilted his head down only to realize he could now see his full arms exposed, and soon his chest and his legs too. In a couple of seconds, he was now standing naked in the pod. In front of him, his phone, his badge and his ear pods started to go through the exact same process and disappeared into vanishing dust. “Bro!! this phone was brand new… Come on, it’s not funny anymore now. What the fuck is this tech?!” Isaac stood there, butt naked and all of his belonging gone and disintegrated. The warm light disappeared as fast as she came and he could feel the return of the cold atmosphere crashing against his sensitive and exposed skin.
CALIBRATION FINISHED. ANALYZING TARGETTED SUBJECT… TARGET NOT FOUND. LOOKING FOR TARGET… TARGET NOT FOUND… LOOKING FOR TARGET… TARGET NOT FOUND… LOOKING FOR TARGET… TARGET FOUND. STARTING PROCESS.
“The fuck is this shit talking about?” exclaimed Isaac still trying to nudge himself free. Once again, Isaac writhed in the pod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the AI’s voice echoed around him.
INITIATING STURCTURAL REACLIBATION. ENHANCING SUBJECT’S SKELETAL INTEGRITY…
A sharp, unbearable pressure seized his bones. His limbs stretched, his joints popping and cracking as if his entire body were being pulled apart. His height surged upward to a painful 196 cm, muscles spasming as his frame expanded beyond its former limits. He let out a strangled scream, his basic form rapidly thickening with dense bone and heavy sinew. His feet stretching longer and longer, toes widening as the soft skin of his soles hardened, rough callouses forming beneath them like he had spent years walking barefoot on hard surfaces. Isaac felt the cold floor under his extended hyper sensitive feet. He tired to tilt his head but he couldn't see that far becaus eof the tears of pain and sweat bluring his sight, not realizing that he went from a 39 feet size to a 48.
RECALIBRATING MUSCULAR PROPORTIONS…
“No please STOP. I don’t want this. This has to stoAAAAAAAHHHHHH” screamed Isaac one more time as his entire body ignited with pain as his atrophied muscles swelled, fibers tearing and rebuilding with impossible speed. His arms and legs ballooned with thick, powerful sinew, veins pressing against his skin as raw strength pulsed through him. His arms spasmed against his will as muscles started to pile on top of muscles, gaining years of daily gym sessions in the blink of an eye. Isaac heard a humming noise stop for a brief instant as his arms stopped to grow at a 38cm of diameter. His once-flat chest expanded outward, pectorals firming into a broad, sculpted wall of muscle. His narrow shoulders widened, traps bulging as they connected seamlessly to his thickening neck. He whimpered, the overwhelming sensation of mass multiplying across his body making him feel like he was suffocating under his own flesh.
ENHANCING DERMAL PIGMENTATION AND FOLLICULAR DENSITIES…
A deep, insidious heat spread beneath his skin as his pale complexion darkened into a deep, sun-kissed bronze. At the same time, a tingling itch crawled over every inch of his sensitive body. Isaac tried to scream for help one more time but his lungs were still burning from exhaustion after the last protocol his body went through. He gasped as thick, dark hairs erupted across his body. His armpits grew thick with dense strands of hair that escaped from the side of his new voluminous pecs and biceps. The tingling continued around his dick as the heat grew stronger and stronger. He could feel something growing under his tight tanned skin only to feel like millions of ants were biting around his dick and on his balls. Thick curly and black pubes were growing at high speed, framing perfectly his newly golden-tanned skin. The tingling continued and cascaded down his thighs and legs to die when it reached his huge thick feet still bonded by the metallic arms. Isaac was just starting to find his breath back when he realized the pod was full of a weird scent. Something musky and earthy, something feral, something full of hormones and pheromones. Isaac turned his head as he felt the heat rising in his pits only to scream in surprise when a wave of musk hit him in the nose while droplets of sweats were running from his armpits to his forearms. “The fuck!” he screamed still a bit out of breath. The scent radiated from him, far stronger and more primal than anything he had ever known. The new pheromones infused in his sweat was starting to invade his lungs and his bloodstream, but worst, he was slowly losing the odor as his body was getting used to it.
MODIFICATING VOCALS…
“Stop!! PlEasE sTo…” Isaac barely had time to process the words before his throat tightened. A searing pain burned through his vocal cords, forcing a deep, guttural groan from his lips. “aaAaaAaAAahHhHhhHHHHHHH!” His voice cracked and deepened, shifting from its usual soft and joyful pitch into something richer, huskier, dominant. Each breath came heavier, tinged with an unfamiliar growl, the simple act of speaking now weighted with an undeniable presence.
RESTRUCTURING FACIAL PROPRIETIES…
Isaac’s eyes opened and his mouth gagged when he heard what the robotic voice said in a cheerful tone. He didn’t even had time to analyze and understand what was just called as he felt his skull vibrate under his golden skin. His vision blurred and then he heard a crack. Then another one, and another one. Soon, all the little cracks combined into a cacophony of moving bones as his facial structure changed to align with the given order. His skull ached as his jawline sharpened, broadening into a striking, chiseled shape. His nose straightened, cheekbones rising into a more angular structure. His dark hair grew thicker, shaggier, framing his reshaped face. His once-youthful features morphed into something undeniably masculine and alien to his real self. Isaac’s vision continued to blur and soon all he saw was pitch black. Then a small light appeared out of his blindness. It grew bigger and stronger and soon he could once again see the whole pod and the office behind the tainted glass. He tried to move his hands to check them out but he was met once again by his restrictions only to realize slowly that his vision was modified. Clearer, more detailed. His eyes went from a light hazel with some problems due to continued screen time and not the healthiest behavior to one almost perfect. His pupils were now deep chocolaty brown, looking like a deep cup of a coffee. His lips were now also thicker and the perfect pillows to put a tender kiss. Lastly, his neck cracked as his vertebras grew thicker and slightly bigger while his Adam apple became visible and moving with every breath he took, giving him a muscled imposing neck, like a pedestal for his new godly face. Tears rolled down his manly hairless cheeks as the last of his stubborn disappeared in his skin, leaving it flawless and silky smooth.
ENHANCING ENDOCRINE SYSTEM…
“Please… Just let me… go!” said Isaac out of breath in his deep voice almost fainting into the alluring darkness of unconsciousness. But the robotic voice didn’t listen to any of his complaints, following its protocols with a cold demeanor. A sudden rush of heat surged through his core. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as a flood of hormones pumped through his bloodstream, saturating his senses with overwhelming, primal energy. His stamina skyrocketed, his body humming with newfound vitality. Isaac felt like a cold bucket of water was just thrown straight into his system as the hormones and pheromones into his system rushed faster and faster into his brain. His skin burned with an unfamiliar need, his muscles flexing instinctively as his breath grew uneven. The raw power surging through him made it impossible to think, impossible to focus on anything other than the oppressive, animalistic instincts rising in his chest.
ADAPTATING GENITAL MORPHOLOGY… FOLDER MISSING… LOOKING FOR INFORMATION… INFORMATION FOUND… ANSWER IS: 21. STARTING GENITAL MODIFICATION FROM FOUND INSTRUCTIONS…
A sharp ache radiated from his groin, deep and all-consuming. Isaac whimpered, his body convulsing as the heat pooled between his legs. A stretching, pulsing sensation overtook him, his cock swelling, reshaping into something longer, thicker, heavier. He could feel the changes happening, the added weight, the sensitivity, the sheer presence of it now utterly foreign to him. The AI gave no reprieve, his nerves alight with sensation, as if his very biology was being rewritten for something different. His balls were next as they started to grow heavier and heavier with every heartbeat of Isaac’s heart. He could feel them going lower and lower and taking his thick dick with them because of the pressure of the weight. “The fuck is that thing?!” he screamed as he felt the rush of hormones combining with the direction of his blood and he could feel an erection starting to form. He took a look only to be met with a thick 21 cm cock pulsing with blood and already leaking a copious amount of precum.
ANALIZING SUBJECT BIO-DATA… ERROR… ERROR… ERROR… SUBJECT NOT MATCHING TARGET… MODIFYING TIME FACTOR… “Wait, what does that mean? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!” screamed Isaac in the pod waiting for an answer only to be met by silence once again. A sudden dizziness overtook him, as if time itself were unraveling within his cells. His bones trembled, skin tightening as his biological clock rewound. He gasped, his muscles tensing involuntarily as his age ticked backward: 23…22…21… 20. Hormones flooded his system anew, burning through him with the urgency of youth. A primal, all-consuming hunger ignited within him, demanding, overpowering, drowning him in a raw, visceral need he couldn’t suppress. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as a flood of hormones pumped through his bloodstream, saturating his senses with overwhelming them like if it was the very first time. His stamina skyrocketed, his body humming with newfound vitality. His skin burned with an unfamiliar need for touch, his muscles flexing instinctively as his breath grew uneven and rushed. The raw power surging through him made it impossible to think, impossible to focus on anything other than the oppressive, animalistic instincts rising in his chest.
CONVERSION COMPLETED…
Isaac panted heavily, his body still trembling from the violent forced modification he just went through that had just rebuild him. His muscles ached, his skin burned, and his mind reeled as he processed the words he had just heard from this robotic demon. For a brief instant, every sound disappeared around him. Only the faint beat of his own heart cycling through his veins. He tried to nudge himself free from the restraints and for the first time he realized he may have a chance if he gave the right amount of pressure thanks to his new enhanced physical capacities. CLING. His left hand managed to free itself as he tried to free his other hand and with some more try, he succeeded in that. “Finally!” he said in his deep voice as he turned his head. “Now, the ankles ones!” Isaac slid as much as he could to the ground and his rough hands finally met with the cold metal around his ankles. He ice-cold texture almost gave him a spark of static.
PHYSICAL MODIFICATIONS DONE. STARTING DIGITIZATION PROTOCOL… “What?! What are you talking about?!” he screamed out of his enhanced lungs still not used to his new deep voice.
A new set of laser beams flickered to life, scanning every inch of his naked, trembling form. He tried one more time to free his ankles only to realize those restraints wouldn’t move at all. He jumped back up and started to bang on the glass lid hoping that it would break or maybe someone would hear him. A new kind of heat built around him, different from before, less physical, more static. A loud humming sound was getting louder and louder like if something was charging power. “HELP ME!!” Isaac screamed one more time when suddenly a big white light engulfing all the roof of the pod turned on and then light consumed the pod.
Isaac screamed as the blinding light consumed him. His body felt like it was unraveling, every cell pulled apart, stretched into nothingness. The world around him blurred as his consciousness fractured, breaking into scattered data streams. He was being reduced, converted into something far less than human.
He tried to cry out, but his voice faltered, lost in the static. His arms, his legs, he couldn’t feel them. His torso, his head, everything was dissolving. The last thing he saw before the pod emptied was his own fingers vanishing into shimmering dust.
The humming stopped and no more screams were heard.
Isaac’s senses flickered back into existence, but nothing was right. He wasn’t in the pod anymore. He wasn’t anywhere. He was floating in darkness, naked and still awfully sentient and sensitive like all his nervous system was in overdrive. The energies around him felt odd too, like if the tissue of reality was similar but not identical. Like if the electricity was now rushing through his veins instead of blood.
He turned his head only to realize he could see all around him at the same time. Then, he started to see flickering blue light rushing down on him, swallowing him. More and more appeared and threw themselves at him, merging together, reforming a body for his soul to be trapped in. All around him, he could see more and more pixels appearing and merging together, but not directly on him this time, it was like portraits appearing in a gallery. Picture of men with golden skin, black hair, muscled body. All the same. All very different from his original body but at the same time so familiar. His newly altered form was in the center of it all. He tried to take a look but his body was frozen in a T pose as the last pixels merged with his new body.
A new blank window appeared before him. Casting a white warm light on his naked frame. His sculpted arms, his thick chest, his sharpened jawline, his dark, wild hair, it all felt like a relieving source of warm. He tried to move and realize he gained controlled back over his finger, then his toes, soon he was flexing his arm and for the first time for a long time, he could finally take a look at his new rough and calloused hands. He tried to take a walk but his body was still floating and had no support to take a step on. “Hello, is there someone?!” he screamed only to hear it echoing back around and coming back to his own ears. “Of course, it’s empty. Where the heck am I?” he asked to no one in particular as he tried to think of a way out. In front of him, the white window started to hum to the rhythm of an accelerating beat. Isaac didn’t realize it at first but then he felt it, the wind on his skin, an aspiring wind rushing him in the window. “The fuck is that now?” He said as the wind got ten times stronger in the blink of an eye. He felt his body getting swallowed inside the frame. Suddenly, he could feel a ground under his feet, he could feel the air around his skin, he could feel the gravity grounding him in the white ground around him. In front of him now was a black window opened on the other frames and pictures of the men. He could clearly see now that this were all pictures of the same men, smiling, flexing. It all looked like a reference sheet. Isaac took a step closer to the black window and tried to grab the borders to jump out but he couldn’t. An invisible shiny glass like material was forbidding him to do so. For the second time today, he was trapped. He got closer only to see someone walking in his direction. Not someone, his reflection shining perfectly clear and looking straight back at him. His new face and body. His new reality. That’s when he realized he already saw that face somewhere. His vision unfocused only to be met with the same reflection way further in another frame, and another one, and another one. In 21 frames looking back at him. Isaac’s heart jumped a beat as he realized he got transformed into these men looking a stereotype of a muscled douchebag. “No..” he gagged on his own condition as his rough hands brushed his hairless cheeks, taking in consideration what he just became. To worsen it all, his dick was still painfully erect and sensitively leaking precum glitching away as it touched the ground under his feet.
The AI’s voice droned back on.
PROCESS COMPLETED. ASSIGNING NEW ROUTINE PROTOCOLS…
A force gripped him to a molecular level. Nothing painful but something deeply anchored inside his bones, like if he couldn’t control his body anymore, like if someone was forcing moves on him. Like a puppet on a string. It pulled his body into position. His arms flexed, chest tightening, lips curled into an opened position. He hadn’t done that; he hadn’t moved, he couldn’t move.
RENDERING ANIMATION SEQUENCE…
His body jerked as a wave of statics rushed in the frame, he was posed in. All around him a dirty ground materialize, with dead leaves on it, sticks and rocks. Then from it, a deep forest grew in the blink of an eye. The static rushed into his body as he saw pixels appear around his legs. A pair of kaki cargo pants appeared and a pair of loose grey underwear. His hard and leaky cock was forced against his leg as his sensitive cockhead spasmed against his hairy thighs. His hands grabbed the sides of his pants fly as a circle tattoo appeared on his right biceps. A new wave of static and his body began to move. He flexed, his biceps bulging, his pecs twitching with each motion. His face turned slightly, as his hands opened the fly and were about to get his pants off. But in a glitchy move, his fly was back up again and his hands were grabbing it again. And again, and again.
It didn’t stop. He tried to fight it, but there was no escape. His body looped through the same movements, the same flex, the same face, over and over again. “The hell is this?! Someone stops that, please!! And this fucking cock sliding against my leg!! This is hell. It’s too sensitive!!”. His mouth was moving, but no sound was getting out from the frame, nothing was coming out of the frame.
He could feel it all. The heat of his skin, the slight flex of his muscles, the oppressive need still lingering from his forced hormonal changes. His new, sensitive flesh rubbed against itself, his thighs brushing together in ways that sent maddening signals through his nerves. His body wanted release, but it would never come. He was stuck in this loop, an eternal display of masculine perfection with no agency, no control, no escape.
CALIBRATION DONE: JACOB BLACK. WAITING FOR NEW SUBJECT.
Isaac heard one last time the robotic voice as he was still repeating the same movement of trying to undress on loop. In the lab, the lid of the pod opened back as steam rushed out on the now dry ground. His cleaning trolley with the letter still waiting in the hallway in front of the door.
The next morning, the scientists returned to the lab, sipping coffee and chatting casually as they resumed their work. “Looks like another one resigned!” said the cocky scientist as he entered the room, the demission letter in his hands. “I knew this one wouldn’t stay here too long, he didn’t have what this place need!” “I’ll just go and give it to Dr Lee, see you in a couple of minutes guys!” he said as he grabbed the trolley on his way to put it in the closet. The empty pod sat in the corner, unnoticed, its last occupant erased from existence. “Let’s see… Where were we. Damn looks like my reference gif is finally working!” he said as he sat at his desk. “Told you bro, it was just glitching for a bit. Sometimes you got to give them time to do their own magic to solve problems” “You are right Mike, sorry...”
Isaac stood there, watching as he saw the men in front of him talking with his friend. He could hear everything, but he couldn’t free himself from this prison. He tried to scream for help but no sound was heard, sound is not coded inside a gif file… No one noticed the desperation hidden behind those dark, digital eyes, pleading for someone to free him or at least let him release the cum building up in his nuts, waiting on an orgasm for eternity.
Isaac was gone, only Jacob Black remained.
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Hey everyone!
I’ve got a fun prequel I wrote for @reddarkfox222 based on my Sensius project! He asked for a story based on Jacob Black, hope you'll enjoy it! In this new chapter, you’ll get a deeper look into how the preparations for the Sensius project come together to make everything work. It’s a peek behind the curtain!
I’m always happy to chat, so feel free to DM me anytime if you have ideas or just want to talk. Can’t wait to hear from you all!
Catch you soon! :D