Brad began by programming his personal stats into the device, as instructed. He became more and more intrigued as he skimmed through all the technobabble.
Name: Brad Rivera
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Lean
Status: Married
Sexual Preference: Gay
Penis size: 6.5"
Occupation: Physicist
Following instructions, he next implemented a quick self-scan by simply waving the screen up and down in front of himself while standing.
Afterwards, he looked at an assortment of TFs and, probably because of his fascination with the concept of the small, clicked on insects.
He got a list of everything from ants to zebra swallowtails.
He clicked one labeled Musca Domestica, or common housefly.
Another menu boxed opened.
Aware/unaware?
What did that mean? Brad dived into the sub-menu and discovered that with aware, he would keep his human intelligence. Unaware, he would transform into an insect blissfully unaware of its human origins.
He couldn’t imagine, at first, having much fun exploring as a mindless bug, but the more he thought about it…
His dick tingled at the thought of making himself a real bug.
He scrolled deeper and saw that he could put an automatic reversal in place. He could spend five minutes or five hours, or any other random interval of time, existing as one of the simplest lifeforms on the planet.
It was foolish. Downright stupid. But once Brad thought about it, he couldn’t clear it from his mind.
He clicked unaware, telling himself he could change it before activating any sort of change.
He began scrolling through duration options. Five minutes, 30 minutes, an hour, two hours, a day, a week…
He shuddered when he scrolled to a permanent option. Who in their right mind…
But he got hard just thinking about it — choosing the permanent option and becoming a fly.
He backed off the permanent option, but he let his finger linger over the hour option.
Brad stroked himself a couple of times, lost in imagining what it might be like.
Mark wouldn’t be home until evening. He had hours.
He shed all his clothing and seated himself on the living room sofa.
He clicked one hour and then paused with his meticulous programming to stroke off with more enthusiasm. Panting, stroking, getting closer…
His phone rang. He was tempted to ignore, but saw his father’s name pop on the screen.
He groaned, picked up the phone from the coffee table and quickly answered.
“Papi?”
“Mijo! Your brother and I thought we’d stop by and…”
Brad scrunched his face as he listened. “It’s not a good time, Papi. How about tomorrow?”
Jim didn’t sound pleased, but he relented. “OK,” he said.
“Good,” Brad said.
“I’ll tell your…”
Brad had already stopped listening.
“Gotta go. Got my hands full. See you tomorrow, Papi,” Brad said, interrupting and then ending the call.
Jim frowned, but he tried to call Sal anyway. He got his other son’s voicemail.
“He’s busy today, so I guess I won’t be meeting you at Brad’s place,” Jim spoke after the beep.
Meanwhile, Brad celebrated. “They’re the only possible interruptions, and I’ve taken care of that!” He grinned and turned back to the device resting on the arm of the sofa, eager to proceed.
He did one quick survey of his newly programmed parameters. Some, like age, had apparently been randomly supplied by the device.
Name: Musca Domestica
Age: 11 days
Gender: Male
Height: .25 inches
Weight 10 micrograms
Aware/unaware: Unaware
Duration: 60 minutes
Back to full mast in no time, Brad looked down at the device as he stroked.
All he had to do was click YES and he would be an oblivious insect for the next hour.
He would be restored automatically within the hour, so long as he stayed within 50 yards of the device.
It wasn’t just the impending change that pushed him over the edge. It was an idle thought about what happened if he, say, wandered 55 yards from the device?
Cumming so hard he was left breathless, he let a single fingertip hover over the button.
Click!
A flash of light later and Brad thinned into nothingness only to be replaced almost instantaneously with a dark housefly that almost immediately buzzed its wings and leapt into flight. Meanwhile, the restoration countdown began on the device.
He immediately became a creature driven by its basic drives.
In immediate terms, hunger combined with the detection of alluring scents motivated the insect. Within minutes, the fly found the unwashed breakfast plates Brad had placed in the kitchen sink less than three hours ago.
While the tiny fly crawled over the greasy plates, the front door to the house opened and Brad’s younger brother entered.