The stunner really wasn't all that necessary, however. Ken tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but found his jaw wouldn't move anymore - it was just stuck agape, his face frozen in an expression of surprise. He tried to turn and just fell over, clattering to the floor with a crunch. As his body hit, Ken felt the reverberations move through him, but he didn't change his pose at all.
The orderly stuck the stungun back in his belt and took a moment to check out Ken on the floor. He'd ended up on his back, still in a standing pose. "'nother one, huh, Doc?" the orderly smirked. "This one's a looker."
Ken tried to wiggle, to get up, to move any part of himself, but he couldn't at all. Completely paralyzed, he was helpless to do anything but watch Dr. Gereich come into view above him. He couldn't even move his chest to breathe, although luckily for him it seemed he didn't really need to.
"Yes, an excellent specimen, overall," Gereich answered, sighing a little. He knelt down over Ken's torso and brushed his fingers over Ken's tits, giving the immobilized man a sexual tingle through his entire body. "It's getting the nipples just right now, just not..." he reached out with his other hand and ran it over the smooth, slight bulge in Ken's crotch. "Just not the these parts. They always come out neuter for some reason."
This worried Ken, too, but considering he couldn't move and no one but him seemed to have a problem with that was foremost in his mind. He'd worry about his dick later.
"Yeah, all Ken doll, huh?" Terry joked.
"The ironic part is this one's even named 'Ken,'" Gereich told Terry.
Terry let out a guffaw. "Maybe that's your problem," he joked. "I got a buddy named Rod..." The two shared a chuckle.
Yeah, real funny, Ken thought. You two just laugh it up while I'm stuck like this. Plastic and apparently neutered...this sucks.
"Ah, don't worry, Doc. I'm sure you'll get it right one o' these days." Ken couldn't move his eyes, but he could direct his attention within his field of vision. Terry, the orderly, was the sort of guy he would have given a second or third look a few minutes ago. He was a muscular, burly guy, not cut like the bodybuilders, but not all that fat, either. Even if he weren't immobile, Ken would have been intimidated looking up at him from below. Terry's arms were crossed over his chest, making it look to Ken like two basketballs from his perspective, and Terry's shaven head and handlebar moustache didn't do much to make him look friendlier.
Terry reached down, and with a grunt pulled Ken to his feet. "Yeah, gonna have some fun with this one," Terry muttered under his breath, just loud enough that Ken could barely hear it. Oddly enough, of all the things that had happened to him in the last few minutes, that scared him more than anything...
Ken felt the cold metal of a hand-truck's platform slide under his feet, and then Terry's calloused hand gripping his shoulder and tilting him back on the hand truck. "You got more comin' in today, Doc?" he called to Geriech across the room.
"Some later on, but they're not all for that particular mixture. I'll call if I need you." Gereich answered absentmindedly, absorbed in his calculations already.
"Yeah, yeah," Terry muttered, and wheeled Ken to the elevator. Inside, the orderly hit some button out of Ken's field of vision, and he felt Terry's rough grip on him again, holding his plastic body steady as the cargo elevator slowly rumbled down...