At first Miguel didn't really notice. He just sat there with his legs
spread and his cock and balls hanging off the bench. He started to
sweat, and to sweat. He leaned forward letting his head hang down and
resting his elbows on his knees. He closed his eyes. He could feel
the rivulets of sweat streaming down his back and shoulders. He
started to hear the incessant dripping. It might have been five
minutes or maybe ten, but Miguel opened his eyes. The entire floor of
the sauna was flooded. Water was cascading off his body like he was in
the shower, except he wasn't. The water was all coming out of his
body. He looked down at his huge cock and balls. At first, he thought
they had swelled up in the heat, then he noticed his feet dangling a
good foot off the floor. He was shrinking.
He leapt off the bench. His feet skidded on the wet floor, he steadied
himself with his arm against the now chest high bench. He yelped as
his cock head hit the floor. Once he was standing straight, he
realized his cock was down to his calves and the weight was tipping
him forward. He tilted his body backward, and made for the door.
Above him on the bench, the spider crawled out of its hiding place.
It's metallic brain was crunching the physics of the situation to
decide whether it should act. At his current weight and size, could
Miguel even open the door? He certainly would have to jump for the
handle, and at his height if he reached it, his feet wouldn't touch
the floor. It quietly rubbed its forelegs together wiping away the
condensation.
As much as a robotic creature can experience joy, fulfillment and
anticipation, so the spider was experiencing its synthetic emotions as
it watched its confused and helpless prey.