He felt his eyes open, it was still darker than he could imagine, no, it was beyond that, it was darkness unfathomable. He searched every avenue of perception and saw, felt, heard nothing. He slept again.
Days? Weeks? Years? His skin returned, then gravity then the bed below him, pressing against his face, He slowly opened his eyes, confused.
“Good morning.” She stood, a caricature of an erotic nurse, smiling, holding something awful.
“What is that?”
“It’s a spreader, Mr. Van Winkle,” she said coyly
“What for?” His voice twitched helplessly as he fought against the restraints, trying to lift his head. His body felt different, soft, lumpy, and strange.
He felt something warm and slippery on her fingers and a strange wave of pleasure.
“It’s for your artificial vagina, silly, You’ve been asleep for a very long time.”
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I'm currently reading "I will fear no evil" by Robert Heinlein so I can't claim the original idea behind this post, but I thought, what if it's not voluntary?
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