Bod Mod

Chapter 7 - Object of My Affection

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Weeks had gone by. Jordan had gotten into the rhythm of things. He would go to work, come home, sometimes he would relax with Luke, other times he was required to go to the lab for testing or observation from the technicians. Of course, there was no fooling around with any of his clients at the gym or strangers who ogled his hot body. That was against the contract rules. It felt like his life was under a strict regime that he was less and less in control of.

Luke had taken away Jordan's genitals after the last big lab presentation when he had fucked Luke's hand just to be on the safe side, so it wasn't like he could do anything, besides bottoming, which would only make him frustrated further as there was no way to release the built-up cum. So, it was monogamy all the way for him, and he was getting more into the mindset as an owned object, which he had to admit turned him on and gave him a new sense of fulfilment. Luke rewarded him from time to time by giving him his dick back for a session and letting him cum for being a good object, which he relished.

But his new life was strange. He didn't fully dislike it, he even enjoyed parts of it. He just had some adjusting to do. He was no longer the big player fucking random guys and coming home to fuck his boyfriend, lording over attention and dominance. Now he did his job at work, acted as the well-behaved test subject while they prodded and observed him, did as his boyfriend ordered as a good object. His sex release came at the hands of his owner and he received a lot of attention, it was just under the guise of subservience. It was a change in his axis in the world, but maybe for the better, he thought.

Jordan's mind was swirling with those thoughts as he snapped out of his reverie, returning to the lab where he stood again, naked on the platform for all the scientists to see. He felt less self-conscious this time. Maybe it was because they had all seen him naked before, or maybe it was because he was slowly losing his sense of self as he became less of a person and more of an object, the ego fading slowly.

The technicians had organised another presentation. Over the past few weeks, they had been working on some modifications and it was now time to test them out. Luke had sealed his lips on what those changes were, not wanting to jeopardise the results, but also secretly enjoying the dominance he was lording over his property.

'Alright, ladies and gents,' Luke clapped his hands, getting the attention of his peers. 'I know we're all very excited for another test run of some new modifications. We've all been very diligent in working on these next set of changes so well done to you all. You don't need me to drag this out any longer with a speech, so let's get to it,' he smiled and tapped on the tablet. The room was filled with excited chatter and hungry eyes. The technicians all peered at Jordan, eagerly awaiting the subject to morph into whatever newfound concoction they had cooked up. It made him feel like a zoo animal being gawked at.

'Modifications proceed,' Luke announced, tapping the screen with a definite affirmation.

Jordan gulped as he looked to his spectators, trying to read their expressions for any signs of reactions, but they all had the same look of anticipation. He looked down at his body, half expecting a new limb to appear or to grow taller like a giant. But, no, the sensation didn't start in his legs, or torso or even arms. Instead, the heat of the microparticles began to spread across his face. His cheeks began to flush as he felt the warmth rising from beneath, the muscles shifting and expanding. Then it shifted to his nose, eyes, forehead, ears, lips, jaw, scalp and even the skin all over his body until he thought his whole body had caught fire.

There were sounds ooohs and awes from the crowd, but Jordan didn't hear any of it as the sensations had taken over his attention and he shut his eyes, holding his head as he bent over, trembling in fear and thinking he was going to pass out. And then, almost as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The moulding ceased and the heat subsided.

Jordan straightened up and opened his eyes. The silence was deafening. He blinked and moved the muscles in his jaw and face, feeling them crack into place. He let out a breath, realising he had been holding his breath.

'Remarkable,' one of the technicians said finally.

'Like a whole new person,' a woman said.

Jordan didn't have time to check himself out before the crowd rushed up to get a closer look and to touch him. The excited chatter from the scientists made it hard to distinguish what they were saying. He could only catch words here and there.

'Much more attractive...'

'Different colour...'

'Plumper...'

'Cheekbones...'

'... this is beyond plastic surgery,' one man said, rubbing his hands together as if he had discovered a new lucrative business venture.

The crowd seemed to be obsessing over his face, but their interrupting conversations made it hard to discern what exactly had changed. Jordan was dying to get a glimpse for himself, but had to wait as the technicians turned his head, touching parts of his face and glancing at his features at different angles. That is until, thankfully, Luke called an end to the test session.

'Ok, I think you have all gotten as many notes and observations as you will need,' Luke announced, ushering them out of the lab.

Jordan waited expectantly as Luke returned, shaking his head at the wonders of the changes that had just occurred. 'Amazing,' he smiled.

'What is it? Can I see, please, Sir?'

'You may,' Luke smiled broadly at his test subject that he had just moulded, gazing at Jordan like the cat that got the cream.

Jordan ran to the full-length mirror and was stunned by what he saw. He stumbled back. 'That's not me, is it?' He looked to Luke, and back to the mirror, gazing at his reflection. 'It is me,' he waved his hands to check if it was in fact him staring back at him.

'It is indeed,' Luke confirmed.

Jordan took in his appearance, looking all over his face for what was staring back no longer resembled the old Jordan. His long blonde curly locks had been replaced by short spiky black hair. He now had a strong prominent jaw with a thick black beard. He pushed his hands through his hair down his beard, feeling the new texture. It felt too real; he was unable to process that it was growing out of him.

He then looked to his lips, which were plumper and fuller as he moved them around. In the middle of his face was a longer and defined nose, with cheekbones that were more angular. His ears were larger and his eyebrows were black and straight, as if he had just got them threaded.

But what took Jordan by surprise the most were his eyes. They were no longer the bright blue of the ocean on a sunny day, but were dark brown. They looked like the eyes of a stranger, heck his whole face was the head of a stranger. His skin looked tanned, which was replicated all over his body.

Jordan spent ages prodding at his face, feeling his nose, caressing his hair, biting his lips, peering into his eyes. It was scary, he no longer felt like him, but he was in there, inside this body.

'What do you think?' Luke said after what felt like years.

'I don't even look like me anymore. I'm a stranger,' Jordan panicked.

'There is no longer any "you", you understand?' Luke said calmly.

'W-what do you mean?'

'You're not a person, remember. You're just an object. We moulded your body, which, let's be honest, I know you had some muscle, but this body doesn't resemble your old self. The same way that the face you have now no longer resembles the old Jordan. There is no "Jordan" anymore. Just a subject, an object that I have created. Look at the reflection in the mirror,' Luke came behind his boyfriend and placed his face close to him as they both peered in the mirror.

Jordan took in his new self.

'There is nothing that resembles your old self anymore, it's gone, therefore so is Jordan. You're just an object, a product. You may look like a person, a very handsome person I must say,' Luke chucked, 'but it's just a fabrication that nanotechnology has created. You're nothing but particles. Just my property. My owned object,' Luke explained.

Jordan had to take in everything his owner was saying. He was right. There was no longer any him, any Jordan. Anything that had resembled the old him was gone. His reflection proved that. Everything that visibly made up his appearance now was just tech-created. He was a moulded object.

It began to sink in that he was just a shell. His new features, as handsome as he looked, didn't reflect him. He was just wearing them for the world as his Sir saw fit, and could change them at his will. The mercy and dominance of Luke suddenly hit Jordan in a wave and he felt extremely submissive. He was owned, he had no control, his appearance was at the whim of his owner, he had no identity.

What surprised Jordan the most was that he felt a warmth grow inside of him, nothing to do with the micro-particles. It was deep in his loins and in his soul. He felt empowered by his submissiveness. He felt turned on by being an object, by no longer looking like himself, by no longer being a person. He felt at home in what he had become.

'So, who I am?' he finally asked. 'Who do I go by now?'

'Good question. For the purposes of the experiments, you will be known as "the subject". In our private lives, I will call you "boy" or "object". There is no "Jordan" anymore'.

'What about friends, people won't recognise me?'

'We will be honest. You're reduced to the status of an object, so I will call you my "boy" or "object".'

'Yes, Sir,' Jordan bowed his head.

'How do you feel?'

'It's weird. Having my identity swept away is a major thing, but something about it just feels right, like it fits something deep within me, and I just feel so turned on by no longer being me, or a person, just an object, your property. Subservient to your commands and your modifications to this body that is no longer mine, but owned by you. I just inhabit it,' Jordan tried to explain.

'Good, boy,' Luke kissed his property. 'I'm so proud of how far you've come by accepting yourself as my object.'