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Chapter 8 - Blissful Ignorance

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Jordan washed his face at the bathroom sink. He felt the warm water splash across his skin, his hands rubbing his newly shaped facial muscles and features. He still couldn't get over how his new face looked and felt. If head transplants existed, this might be what they felt like, he thought as he looked in the mirror and dried the water with a towel and rubbed some moisturiser across his face.

He thought he looked really handsome, the dark eyes, the pronounced nose, the thick dark beard that shaped his chiselled jaw up to his styled black hair. It was narcissistic, but he was getting a semi just checking himself out.

Shaking his head, he left for work. He had to snap out of his daydreams and stop getting so obsessed with himself. He was just a product of Luke's experiments after all. It was all superficial. He had to get on with his day. The drive helped as he was able to just get back into his 9 to 5 rhythm, throwing on the radio and weaving through the traffic on his regular route to work.

The gym was busy for a Monday morning, some people getting in a workout before their day of work. Sweaty people milled around the place as music pumped on the speakers.

Jordan was setting up gym equipment in one of the group class rooms when his boss stalked in. 'Hey Juan, what's up?' he greeted.

His boss crossed his arms. 'Sorry, can I help you?'

'I'm all good. I can set up for this morning's group,' he rolled out some mats.

'No, I mean, who are you? What are you doing here?'

Jordan stared at his boss and then suddenly realised his appearance had changed so he no longer looked like Jordan the personal trainer who worked at the gym. 'Oh, sorry,' he chuckled. 'It's me, Jordan.'

Juan just looked at him blankly. 'Are you trying to pass yourself off as an employee here?'

'Sorry, I know, I've had a bit of a facial adjustment-'

'Listen, I don't have time for this, buddy, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.'

'What, why? It's me, Juan, please!'

'Alright, you've had your fun impersonating someone, which is illegal by the way, so come on. Out.'

'But no, I work here, boss!'

'Enough of this, security,' Juan shouted, and before Jordan knew it he was out on streets, security flinging him with his stuff outside before promising to do damage to him if he ever graced the gym property again.

With little options left to do, Jordan drove back home. The shock of not being recognised and then thrown out of his workplace soon turned to despondency. It was depressing not being able to do a good day's work in the gym.

His boss rang him as he was driving home asking him where he was and about the strange guy who seemed to be impersonating him. Jordan had to act as if he was unaware of the story and told his boss he wouldn't be in today due to an illness. He hung up the phone. A gloom clouded over as he drove home.

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Later that day, Jordan brought it up with Luke as they were having dinner.

'You've got to change my face back. They thought I was a weirdo trying to impersonate... me.'

'I can't do that,' Luke shook his head. 'We're progressing really well with the app. We have to keep pushing forward and seeing what else we can change.'

'But how can I work if they won't let me in? They don't believe it's me.'

'But you're no longer you, remember. You're an object, not a person. Plus, you agreed to prioritise the experiments.'

'I know,' Jordan sighed, frustrated.

'Listen, I've been thinking. Maybe it's best if you give up the gym job, and we'll make the experiments more of a full-time position,' Luke put his hand up before Jordan could protest. 'I know you're going to argue, but hear me out. I can see how much you're enjoying being an object, and being the subject of these experiments. I know you don't want to be idle so what we can do to keep you busy is you can fulfill your duties at home doing cleaning, washing up, cooking, that sort of thing.'

'What, like some stay-at-home wife?' Jordan asked in horror, though he couldn't help but get turned on with the idea.

'Well, more like a houseboy, since that is what you are now, boy,' Luke smirked.

Jordan flushed.

'I think what you're feeling is that you're trying to cling to your old life and the gym symbolises that, but you need to accept your new life as an object, and this is how we can do that. By prioritising the experiments and you becoming a kept object at home doing the chores.'

Jordan couldn't help with becoming flustered and admittedly turned on. 'Yes, Sir. That does sound hot,' he whispered.

'Good. Well, that's settled, you'll quit the old job and this will be your new job,' Luke smiled. 'Actually, speaking of. There are some changes I wanted to try out. I think you'll really benefit from them,' Luke said as if he were making the new changes for Jordan and not for his own experimentation.

'What are they, Sir?'

'They are to make you become physically less human and more of an object, a toy almost. I have created a setting that disables your need for food and water, so you'll no longer have to eat or drink.'

'What? So how will I survive? Or will I be immortal?'

'I haven't become God! Not yet anyway,' Luke laughed. 'No you won't be immortal, you'll age the same as a human, you'll just have the outward appearance that I designate. As for survival, your energy will come from the sun. There will be micro-solar panels embedded in your skin. But it also means I can shut you down like a power off to save energy and turn you back on when I need you.'

'I'll be like some sort of robot?' Jordan felt like his reality was spinning, but he couldn't help but feel intrigued about his transformation further into an object.

'Essentially yes, this stage will turn you into a humanoid cyborg. As such I would like to remove all body hair, bar your beard and head, I like those too much,' Luke smiled.

'Lastly I will lower your IQ so you will have less sentience, this is to align your status more to that of an obedient robot.'

'I'll be dumber?' Jordan's jaw dropped open.

'Precisely, more agreeable and obedient, less subjective thoughts and opinions, but just for you, I will increase your pleasure with being an object, being obedient, and completing housework. That way you'll get more out of being a sub. It'll make you nice and horny,' Luke laughed.

Jordan had to take it all in. 'I don't know...' he said finally.

'Well, it's all up to you,' Luke said, reminding him of the contract clauses again.

Jordan considered it for what felt like ages, taking everything into account. He thought of his old life. Had he really been that happy, pulling random guys, cheating on Luke, working in the gym, never being fully satisfied with his body, doing the 9 to 5 day in day out. He had awakened something deep within him by becoming a boy, an object, a sub, being obedient for his owner. It gave him purpose and pleasure, no longer striving for the next thing, or hit of adrenaline from a hookup.

'Alright, let's go for it,' he said finally.

'Wonderful,' Luke tapped his phone and soon the changes were processing.

Jordan stood up, removing his clothes so he could peer at his body. His body hair disappeared from his thick legs, his broad chest, his large arms, his crotch and torso. They all became smooth and waxy to the touch as he passed his hands across his skin. He almost felt like one of those sex dolls, his skin rubbery and pour-less.

The warmth buzzed inside his body too, he felt the thirst and hunger within him disappear, his digestive tract stopping the process of a normal human body.

Lastly, he felt a strange glow from his brain, almost like dopamine being released into his system. He knew it was his IQ becoming dumber and more satisfied with the smallest of things.

'Alright, changes, complete. Why don't you get a hit of satisfaction by getting started on the chores,' Luke said. 'Clean away these dishes and then wash up the pots and pans,' Luke ordered. 'Oh, and, it's probably best you start thinking of yourself as an "it". You're no longer a person, just an object, so adopt the correct pronoun. I like calling you "boy", but remember you're not a person, you're a humanoid toy.'

'Yes, Sir,' the toy felt itself complying without hesitation, almost robotic-like in command as it cleared away the dishes and washed up, feeling a warmth grow from within it. It could feel itself getting turned on from doing the menial simple act of washing up. If it had a dick, it would be rock hard. It moaned quietly by the sink as Luke looked on in wonder at his creation.

'Good, boy,' Luke smiled, making notes on his phone of the success of his new experimental session.

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Later after the housework, the toy checked itself out in the mirror, eyeing its body up -- it was turned on just from looking at itself. It had become the perfect handsome robot, but with a realistic human head and body. The skin was smooth to touch and sent pleasurable sensations through it. Its face was incredibly striking, it was infatuated with itself -- or it should say with the object its owner had turned it into. And it felt more at ease, not having to worry about things that a real person would fret about. It was blissful in its dumbness.

'Alright, it's getting late,' Luke strode into the bedroom. 'I'm going to hit the hay,' he yawned.

'Yes, Sir,' the toy complied, walking towards the bed to get in.

'Ah, no,' Luke wiggled his finger. 'My sweet toy,' Luke held the toy's face. 'Only people get to sleep in the bed. You're an object, not a person anymore. So we need to put you away in storage until I have to use you again.'

The toy hesitated. It felt weird, no sleeping in the bed? That wasn't how it had been before. But its lowered IQ didn't allow it to figure out why it felt wrong. All it knew was that it had to obey its owner for the owner knew best. It felt good to obey, so not sleeping with its owner was best.

'Yes, Sir,' it answered, feeling a wave of pleasure from being kicked out of what used to be its bed and treated like an object instead.

'I'll store you in the closet,' Luke opened the door and ushered the toy inside. 'Your new home, boy.'

It stood by some coats, finding a spot where it could stand up straight. It felt a pang of embarrassment, which turned to pleasure. In its old state, it may have put up a fight, but its new status as a toy made it feel correct.

'Alright, let's power you down. Night night, boy,' Luke tapped a button on the app and the toy switched to sleep mode, in its head falling into a deep sleep, but to Luke it became a powered-down robot standing and looking straight ahead.

Luke smiled at his creation. 'Such a sexy toy,' he kissed the robot on the lips and held the muscular figure, feeling the soft skin that was almost greater than human in its hyper-realness. The toy didn't respond; it just stood with its arms to its sides and its eyes staring straight ahead.

Luke sighed, content with how he had transformed his cheating boyfriend into an obedient object for his pleasure, and as a subject for his app development. He closed the doors of the closet, pitching the toy into darkness as it was safely stored away.