Jeff couldn't move. He could just sit and stare. His skin blanched bluish white. He seemed to be made of a gelatinous liquid. He could feel himself sloshing inside. Things were swimming inside him.
"Scanning," read the Chronivac, "scanning. Subject recipient located. Recalibrating Subject One "SEMEN" for new species. Removing existing semen and sperm from subject two. Jeff felt nauseous. "New species"? Their dog was at the veterinarian's. The neighbor's dog or cat? A mouse? A bird? A cockroach?
Then everything shimmered, then went black. He was somewhere dark and warm. He could hear a heart beating. He was semen, but who or what's semen. Had he set a duration? He hadn't really expected the Chronivac to work. He had thought it was some sort of simulation, but this was real. The he heard voices. They were muffled by the ballsac and testes encasing him, but he recognized one was Nate, his brother Nate.
He felt a weird sense of horror and relief. At least he was trapped in his brother's testicles, but he must be trapped in his brother's 4H project. Some sort of animal husbandery. Breeding cows, horses, sheep or rabbits or maybe chickens. His brother had mentioned all those animals, but Jeff hadn't paid close attention.
The voices grew louder as they got closer. Jeff could make out words.
"So anyway we've got four males, now we castrate one completely, remove one testicle from another, we leave one intact as control, and then we give the castrated, partially castrated and intact fourth male our special vitamin and hormone cocktail. Then at the end of the experiment we compare sperm yields and breeding success, Scott," Nate said.
"Sperm yield will be nil in the castrated one, and probably half in the-" Scott protested.
"Well, what do you suggest we do for experiment with four males? I wanted one male and three females, but they gave us four!"
"Cool it, Nate. First, let's collect semen from each animal. Compare yields under the microcope and freeze samples for later. Maybe try different vitamin and hormone cocktails to see which combination increases yields most?"
"I suppose we should collect the semen first from all the animals before we start any project as a baseline," Nate conceded.
Oh, oh, thought Jeff. In a few minutes, the blood was rushing faster, heart beat faster, and whoosh Jeff was moving rapidly through a waterslide like tube. Splooge, Jeff splattered against the cold walls of some sort of container. He was disoriented but he could make out enough of what he could see from inside the container to know that he was now-