The White light faded and instead of the arcades back room you find yourself in a laboratory of some kind. The hum of fluorescent lights could be heard, and the scent of sterilizing chemicals hung in the air. From a large window on one side of the room sat a gaggle of scientists in some kind of examination area. They had clipboards at the ready to take notes and everything. One of them spoke dryly into a microphone in a somewhat familiar voice.
"Now running Super Appendage test number D-72. Dr. Limbless, can you hear me in there?"
"Dr... what?" you ask aloud, suddenly noticing your very female voice. With grim realization, you look down to come face to face with a pair of breasts in a skintight black leotard. You suddenly feel the weight of glasses on your nose and a lab coat hanging from your stump shoulders like a cape of some kind. You shakily examine your hands and feet, finding that they are separate from your body and quite metallic. You flex your fingers experimentally, finding them exactly as dexterous as your old ones. You realize that your arms and legs have been amputated to be replaced by these floating robot parts.
Why does the realization that you're limbless suddenly make you feel so horny?
"Subject Dr. Lola Limbless appears to be suffering from mild memory dysphoria," she can hear the scientist mutter, "Will examine after test... Now then, we are testing your new body's combat applications, doctor. Do you remember?"
"W-what do you..." you stutter back, "L-last I remember I was at an arcade and I didn't have... these!" You squeeze one of your breasts for emphasis.
"Dear god, her dysphoria may be worse that we thought," the scientist muttered, "Let's just bring in the next subject, shall we?"
A door opens at the other side, and two guys in hazmat suits bring in this feral looking woman with ripped up clothes and a hole in her abdomen exposing her intestines. A cartoonishly large circular saw extends from her left shoulder, and her dirty sand colored hair seems greasy and wild. She stares you down with murderous intensity.
"When you're ready, doctor, defeat this crazy woman we found outside the facility attempting to gore our colleagues."
"Wait, WHAT?!" you exclaim, "You expect me to fight THAT thing?!"
"GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!" the feral woman screams at you.
"ARE YOU READY? RUMBLE!"