As Jake walked down the crowded dorm hallway. His senses, already enhanced by the nanobots coursing through his body, were in overdrive. Every sound, smell, and movement around him flooded his mind at once, overwhelming him with sensory input.
He could hear everything.
"...it was so small, girl, I didn't feel a thing!" a girl's voice rang out as though she were standing right next to him. "Like, I literally asked him if he had even put it in!"
Jake winced, his lips twitching in discomfort as the conversation continued, loud and obnoxious. A few steps later, his ears locked onto another group of guys laughing.
"Man, I beat my meat eight times in high school," one of them bragged, earning a chorus of gasps.
"Eight?! Dude, that's rookie numbers! Try nineteen," another guy chimed in, sounding absurdly proud of himself. The other boys erupted in shock, their voices booming in Jake's head.
Jake gritted his teeth. And the smells—God, the smells were worse. The overwhelming stench of body odor, cheap perfume, stale cigarettes, and sweat hit him all at once as students brushed past him in the hall. It was nauseating.
"Cassy," he hissed under his breath, his head pounding, trying to block it all out. "Tune down my enhanced senses. This is too much."
Cassy's calm, disembodied voice responded in his mind. "That is not advisable. The senses provide critical information, including potential threats—"
"I don't care! Just turn them down. Now!"
There was a brief silence before Cassy replied. "Senses calibrated. Proceeding with adjustments."
Suddenly, the world around Jake dialed back to something more manageable. The nauseating smells dulled to a faint haze, and the flood of conversations became distant murmurs. He let out a long breath of relief.
"Much better."
Cassy, now in control of his nanobots, had tempered his body's input, making him feel almost normal again. Almost.
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Jake arrived at the Orientation Hall for his course, a little late, his senses still humming with the remnants of their earlier overload. The large auditorium was packed with students, the hum of chatter filling the air as everyone settled in. He spotted a few empty seats near the back and made his way over, keeping his head down as much as possible.
But even with his attempt to blend in, he could feel eyes on him. As he sat down, he noticed a few girls whispering and glancing in his direction.
"He's so dreamy," one girl murmured, her friend nodding eagerly in agreement.
The other girl smirked, clearly confident in her abilities. "Watch this. I'll make him mine today. Boys are so easy." She stood up, adjusting her hair as she strolled toward him, her hips swaying with calculated intent.
Jake's jaw clenched slightly. He had seen this before—too many times already since adopting his new appearance. He could read the situation like a book. "Here we go again."
The girl slid into the seat beside him, flashing him a bright, overly friendly smile. "Is this seat taken?"
Jake looked over at her, his expression unreadable. "No. It's all yours."
She leaned in slightly, her perfume faint but noticeable. "I'm Emily, by the way," she said, offering her hand. "And you are?"
"Jake," he replied, shaking her hand, though he could sense exactly where this conversation was going.
Emily's eyes flicked to his arm, touching his right arm as she gave him a playful grin. "Wow, you're ripped. Do you go to the gym a lot?"
Jake chuckled lightly, pulling his arm away from her lingering touch. "Careful there," he said with a grin of his own, but his tone was sharp. "That arm's killed before."
Emily blinked, caught off guard for a split second before laughing it off. "You're funny."
The orientation continued, and Jake tried to focus, but Emily wasn't done with her attempt to get his attention. She shifted in her seat, casually brushing her hand against his thigh.
Jake sighed inwardly, keeping his face neutral. "If the roles were reversed, I'd be in jail right now."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as a mischievous thought crossed his mind. He could mess with her, play along, but he knew it wasn't worth it. He'd seen her type—confident, bold, always testing boundaries. But she wasn't looking for Jake. She was looking for what he represented.
Jake's smirk deepened as he watched Emily's fingers tap rhythmically against the armrest of her chair. The auditorium buzzed with the low murmur of students, a backdrop of white noise that masked their increasingly intimate exchange. He leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory intensity that made her breath hitch involuntarily.
"Jake," she whispered, her voice laden with unspoken intentions "You're not really listening are you?"
He chuckled softly, the sound barely audible over the ambient chatter. "I'm listening," he assured her, his gaze never wavering. "Just not to the orientation."
Emily's lips curved into a sly smile, and she shifted closer, her thigh brushing lightly against his. The contact sent a shiver down his spine, but he maintained his composure, his hand casually resting on the armrest between them. She took the opportunity to lean in further, her breath warm against his ear as she murmured, "Good, because I've got something much more interesting in mind."
Jake's heart rate quickened, not from nervousness, but he from the eyes of the other students around them, but he didn't care. He allowed his fingers to trail lightly up her thigh, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress beneath his touch. Emily's breath caught, and she pressed herself closer, her body responding to his subtle advances.
"Is that so?" he asked, His fingers continued their ascent, inching higher with each passing second. The tension between them was electric, crackling through the air like static.
Emily nodded, her eyes darkening with desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I think you know exactly what I mean."
Jake's fingers reached the apex of her thighs, and he paused, feeling the heat radiating from her core. He could sense her anticipation, the way her body tensed and relaxed in response to his every move. Slowly, deliberately, he parted her legs just enough to slip a finger inside the soft, damp warmth of her underwear.
Emily gasped, her back arching instinctively as his finger slid deeper, probing gently at first, then more insistently. Her hips bucked against his hand, urging him on, but Jake held back, teasing her with languid strokes that drove her wild with need.
"Shh," he murmured. "We don't want to draw too much attention, do we?"
She shook her head, her eyes wide and glazed with lust. "No," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But please...."
Jake complied, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit as his finger thrust in and out of her with increasing speed. The sensation was intoxicating, the slick friction against his skin sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel her walls tightening around his finger, the rhythmic pulses signaling her approaching climax.
Emily bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escaped in ragged breaths nonetheless. "Jake," she whimpered, her nails digging into the armrest as she struggled to keep still.
He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just inches from her ear.
With one final, determined stroke, Jake pushed her over the edge. Her entire body convulsed, her hips lifting off the seat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. He felt the contractions around his finger, the intense heat as she came apart in his hands. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by her own hand, but the vibrations of her body told the true story.
As the tremors subsided, Emily sagged against him, her breath coming in short, gasping pants. Jake withdrew his hand slowly, savoring the sight of her flushed, disheveled form. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips, tasting her essence with a satisfied smirk.
"Told you I was listening," he said, his voice filled with smug amusement.
Emily blinked up at him, her expression a mix of awe and lingering arousal. "You....you're unbelievable," she managed to say, her voice trembling.
Jake chuckled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms behind his head. "No, Em, you're just easy to read."
Before she could respond, the lights in the auditorium dimmed, signaling the end of the orientation. Students began to shuffle out, their conversations blending into a cacophony of voices. Jake glanced around, noticing the other guy still glaring daggers at him from across the room. He met the hostile gaze with a cool indifference, a silent challenge that went unanswered.
Emily tugged at his sleeve, pulling his attention back to her. "Hey," she said softly, her tone hesitant. "About your number... I didn't actually get it."
Jake smiled, a slow, wicked grin that sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. "Didn't you?" he asked, his voice dripping with mischief. "Well, that's a pity."
And with that, he stood up, leaving Emily sitting there, breathless and bewildered. As he walked away, he couldn't help but wonder what just happened, those YouTube tutorials on how to finger a girl he used to watch actually worked, he thought to himself, "That was thrilling i can't lie.....I've always wanted to do that, with this new body I'll do everything I've always wanted!"