Stepping into the bathroom, anticipation courses through your veins. The mirror, slightly fogged from a recent shower, offers a hazy reflection of your form. You slowly undress, peeling off each layer of clothing with deliberate care, almost ceremoniously. Standing naked before the mirror, you feel a tinge of excitement and a flutter of arousal, the cool air grazing your skin heightening your senses. Your eyes are drawn to your wristwatch, the complex digital interface ready for your command.
You navigate through the menus, thumb hovering momentarily over various presets before your curiosity gets the better of you. A setting catches your eye: **Surprise**.
*Why not?* you think, your heart pounding a little faster. With a determined press, you select it.
The screen flashes, and a warm sensation begins to spread from your wrist, tingling up your arm. It feels like tiny sparks, almost like a gentle electric current racing through your body. Your skin shivers as the warmth intensifies, starting to pool around your groin.
Eyes locked onto the mirror, you watch as the impossible begins to unfold. Your penis starts to shift, the skin around it rippling like a disturbed water surface. The sensation is both unnerving and fascinating. A mix of arousal and fear grips you, but you can't look away.
Slowly but surely, your flesh begins to reshape. The girth of your penis expands and solidifies, transitioning from the soft tissue into something metallic and cold to the touch. The process is accompanied by soft, wet sounds, a blend of squishing and metallic clinking as your own flesh is molded into unrecognizable forms.
The transformation accelerates now, and you gasp as sensation floods up your spine. Your cock elongates, the head flattening and widening into a cylindrical barrel. The glistening steel, seamlessly merging with your human flesh, feels peculiarly alive, warm despite its metallic appearance.
Your breathing becomes ragged as the transformation crawls further. Muscles twitch uncontrollably as more structural changes take root. Around your groin, a swivel mount forms, tendrils of metal weaving through your skin and securing themselves deep into your pelvic bones. You bend slightly, overwhelmed by the bizarre and intimate assault on your anatomy.
With a final unsettling click, the transformation stabilizes. You look down to see a ray gun, shining and intricate, attached where your manhood once was. Mounted on a highly flexible swivel, it responds to the slightest muscle flex, angling gracefully in any direction you command.
Unmistakably aroused by the bizarre transformation, you marvel at how organically it has integrated into your body. You feel a strange sense of power and fascination, a perverse thrill at your altered form. Despite the absurdity of the situation, you can't help but feel an erotic rush.
Moving the ray gun experimentally, you watch it glide smoothly, obeying your every thought. The reflection in the mirror shows you something so fantastical, so alien, it's hard to believe it’s still your body. The initial shock fades, replaced by a complicated web of emotions—excitement, curiosity, and undeniably, arousal.
Your fingers tremble as they trace the line where flesh meets metal, the seamless integration a testament to the watch’s bizarre, but potent magic. Taking a deep breath, you begin to wonder about the possibilities. What might happen if you aimed and fired this new appendage? And, more importantly, what other 'surprises' could the watch hold for you?