I sat in the video monitoring room staring at the half-pill. It was resting in my palm, begging me to just raise my hand to my mouth and swallow. I couldn’t figure out what could possibly be so bad about taking it just this once – I mean, if it was as bad as James was saying, it’s not like I’d be doing it again.

And even Jerry had assured me there wouldn’t be any problems. Of course, Jerry was a computer. Jerry had probably never taken the drug before, how would he know what it was like.

I leaned back in my chair, still staring at the pill. I wondered if James had ever taken the drug. Maybe he had some kind of bad experience with it – why else would he be so adamant about me not taking it? But then, I would react differently to it than he would. He was human, and I was… Well, something else. Maybe that was why they brought me aboard – they never did say what for, just that it was because I was different. They could’ve got anyone to take care of the software, that wasn’t really all too difficult.

I opened my mouth, starting to raise my palm. I could feel butterflies start to flap their wings in my stomach. I took a few deep breaths, then sighed as I closed my mouth again, returning to just staring at the little Z. I still had no idea what exactly it was supposed to do to me, and I had never taken anything that altered my state before. The sister facility never drugged me up like they did most of their patients and experiments.

I set the little half-pill back on the console, glancing to the video monitors. Somehow I had become aware that each monitor actually had little menus at the bottom left of it that I could bring up when I touched them. They contained data about room temperature, amount of oxygen to carbon dioxide levels, output of energy to that particular room; some had things specific to their room, such as the levels of the generators to make sure nothing went out of line. There were cameras just about everywhere except the crew’s private quarters and the bridge.

My work for the morning had been pretty light, it was just to keep an eye on all the vitals for each of the rooms and make sure they were in fact still the same as when I went to bed. Well, when I went to plug in, I guess. I had the feeling that was probably going to be the only sort of sleep I got.

I sighed softly, glancing at the clock on the console. 09:52, it read. Jerry had said I could try the drug before lunch, but James had never said what time that was supposed to be at. Only that dinner wasn’t for another eight hours.

I scratched my head, giving a little sigh of frustration. Why was this such a tough decision to make? I was in control of my own life, how in the world would anything change from taking a drug just once? I reached out and picked it up, bringing it up to my lips and opening my mouth.

Once again, I felt that fluttering feeling in my stomach. It wasn’t fear, it was more just kind of a curiosity that lent way to nervousness. I took a few breaths in, then closed my eyes, setting the pill on my tongue and closing my mouth.

I tried to swallow it, but found I paused once again. I opened my eyes back up, letting out a quick breath through my nose. Damnit, I was hoping my decision would’ve just been made by putting it in my mouth, I had sort of hoped my body would go along with it. Obviously, it was more cautious than my mind was.

I rapped my fingers on my thighs, on the pantlegs, idly looking around while I sort of waited for some kind of natural reflex to kick in and swallow the pill for me. When that didn’t happen, I decided to suck on it like it was some kind of candy. The damn thing had no taste, I was disappointed to find.

I jumped out of my chair, saying to nobody in particular, “Thith is tho thupid!” I stretched my arms down and balled my hands into little fasts, and swallowed the pill. I quickly lost all feeling of it being in my body as it disappeared down my throat. I gave a little “hmph” of satisfaction. “There!”

Going to sit back down, I could feel my whole body shake a little in nervous anticipation. What if I had just made a bad decision? Maybe this was one of those moments where I would immediately regret it. I looked around for a moment, at the monitors, at the spiral door, at the other video equipment in the room.

I didn’t… Really feel any different. I brought my hands up and ran them over my chest. My breasts didn’t feel super-sensitive under the shirt. I didn’t have a desire to charge down the hall and suck off the first guy I ran into. I pretty much felt like I always did.

I leaned back in the chair, patting my knees a few times idly. I clicked my tongue against my teeth, just kind of waiting to feel something. I felt like the moment had just been very anti-climactic, like I had built up to this big thing for the last half hour only to have nothing to show for it.

Well, at that point, I just sort of felt bored. I started looking at the monitors again, watching the rooms. Most of the people were asleep, to no real surprise. After a moment, though, the realization that I hadn’t met or even seen any of the crew dawned on me. I glanced through the various headers for the monitors, looking for signs of other people working. The engine room didn’t have anyone tending to it. The mess hall – the crew mess hall, not the tiny excuse for one James and I shared – had no one cooking or eating any breakfast. Even the game room was completely devoid of people. I wanted to check the bridge at that point, and frowned when I remembered it was one of the areas not monitored from here.

Not having any other work really planned for the day, I wondered if I would get in trouble if I decided to wander around for a bit. I looked around, and realized there was a security camera on the wall. Jerry was probably watching me right now. I wondered if Jerry reported everything he saw to someone. I wondered if James was watching me. Had James seen me take the drug? Had Jerry seen me take the drug? Was Jerry feeling some sense of satisfaction that I had?

I swiveled in my chair some, considering the ups and downs of getting up and leaving. I frowned – that was the same kind of thing that made me take so long to make a decision this morning already. “I’m going wandering,” I decided out loud.

As soon as I stood up, I felt an odd sensation in my legs. They felt sort of light, like it really didn’t take me any effort to stand up. I blinked a little, and started walking towards the door. I think the best way I could describe the feeling was “floaty,” especially in my thighs. I reached down and rubbed my palms against my pants for a moment, smiling at myself for a moment. I walked back to the chair, settling back into it.

“That was strange…” I said. I wasn’t really sure who I was talking to – maybe Jerry. He wasn’t answering, though, so I figured maybe no one really was watching me. I laughed a little at myself, thinking I must have looked silly to whoever would watch me through that camera. I found that as I giggled, though, I couldn’t seem to stop. My stomach felt kind of strange, and for whatever reason, it just made me keep giggling. And listening to myself giggle for no apparent reason just made me do it more. I put a hand to my mouth, but I just couldn’t stop. It wasn’t out and out laughter, it was just little “heehee”s, and my body shook with each one, I just couldn’t find it in myself to quit.

“Oh my God,” I said, barely able to get it out between fits of giggling. I tried to get up, but found it was too hard to stand between the laughing and the weird feeling in my legs. I just kind of bent a little at the knees, setting my hands on my thighs to steady myself. My eyes were tearing and my stomach started to hurt as I gave up and just lowered myself down to sit, my legs curled off to the side, laughing at myself as I closed my eyes. I kept telling myself to stop laughing, nothing was funny, but that just made it worse.

Several minutes later, I finally was able to calm myself down. My throat and stomach ached as I wiped tears from my cheek. As I did, my whole cheek started to feel kind of wet. I opened my eyes, blinking a few times, as I ran my hand along it a few times. I looked at my fingers – they weren’t picking up any moisture, but when I went back and stroked my cheek again, I could’ve sworn it was wet. Even my fingers felt like they were getting damp from it, but when I’d check, everything was fine.

I looked around at the rest of the room. Nothing else seemed out of place, though there was something… Different. I couldn’t quite place what it was. I tried focusing on one spot on the wall to maybe see if I could figure it out, but it wasn’t coming to me. I suddenly fell over, realizing too late that I had been leaning on my hand and it was slowly giving out from under me. I giggled at myself again, then clapped my hands over my mouth, thinking, ”No, no more of that!” I was able to stop myself from going crazy this time, but found my lips suddenly felt very odd, too. I slowly let my fingers slide away from my mouth, and I kind of felt like my fingertips were taking on the same feeling as my lips, like somehow my lips had given a part of themselves to my fingers. I blinked, shaking my head as I looked at my hands to find once more that nothing looked different. I bit my lip, and it almost felt like I could’ve sucked my lip right off into my mouth, it just felt so… Odd.

My stomach started to feel a little uneasy, so I sat up back up, feeling kind of dizzy as I did. I set my hand against my stomach, furrowing my brow slightly, letting out a little, “Uhf…” I started to slowly rub my stomach, and found that my jacket felt really nice. Like, in a way I hadn’t noticed before. I mean, it felt the same as it always did, but it also felt… I don’t know, like I was noticing something I hadn’t noticed before. My other hand idly found itself to my leg, and my pants had the same feeling. They just felt really nice to touch.

I must’ve sat there stroking my clothes for awhile, because I suddenly came to like I was coming out of a trance. I felt like time had actually slowed down just to let myself touch my clothes, and everything caught back up to the way it was supposed to be. That didn’t last long as I looked up, though – as I stared at the walls for a moment, it almost looked like there was a very slight movement. Not like they were moving from side to side or up and down or anything, but like… Well, strange as it sounds, like they were breathing. It was really subtle, though. I decided I would go investigate, and as I stood up, it all started to really hit me.

My head was swimming, and my whole body felt light and sensitive. I bit my lip again, and it seemed to just kind of slowly melt against my teeth. I was having a hard time focusing my gaze, my eyes kept moving slightly – everything just looked hazy or fuzzy. As I pressed my hands against my waist, it suddenly felt fantastic. I actually jerked a little at the touch, it felt like, even with my clothes on, I was just so sensitive to myself. I started to breathe a little more heavily, and even my breathing felt bizarre to me. My lips could really feel the air flowing past them, and it felt like my throat was opening up very wide when I’d breathe in, then relax to its regular point when I breathed back out.

I ran my hands up my sides, letting out little gasps as I did, and up my neck and past my face, running my fingers through my hair. I let another, “Oh my God,” as I did, my hair felt so bizarre. I could feel the individual strands running over my fingers, and it felt like time slowed down for them to fall, but at the same time, it felt… Well, different. Like it was more one piece than it was a lot of very thin ones.

For no real reason, I suddenly decided I had to feel my body without my jacket in the way. I reached up and unbuttoned it, slipping it off and letting it pool on the floor. I paused briefly to wonder why I did that, but it was very quickly replaced with any number of thoughts. I felt like I couldn’t hold on to one sentence in my head – I’d get to, “Why did I do tha…” and it would just kind of trail off and pick up at, “Wow, the walls look so st…” and I sort of felt like all the sentences in my head were just kind of melting together, and I felt like I was thinking so fast that I couldn’t just focus on one thing.

I suddenly snapped to again, realizing I had started to zone out once more, my arms hanging limply at my sides. As I did, I felt like everything stopped melting, and I had a moment of clarity. In the next two or three seconds, however, everything quickly returned to how it was. My hands found their way to my breasts, covered as they were by my shirt and bra, but I let out a quick moan of pleasure the moment I touched them. The touch felt orgasmic – literally, it felt like the afterglow of orgasm had already found its way into my body and I was experiencing the sensation of touching it. I closed my eyes, seeing, instead of darkness, little pinpoints of color. It was still a black sight, but like it had tiny, dull little spots of color that teleported around. My legs felt kind of wobbly and I simply sank to my knees. Once more, not really able to focus a particular thought, I just kind of found myself lowering my hands to the bottom of my shirt and lifting it away from my body.

I realized that I felt like my knees were kind of sinking into the floor. I reached down to steady myself, then found my hands felt like they were melting into the floor, as well. I opened my eyes and realized I was just very slowly slipping along the cleanly-polished surface. I couldn’t seem to convince myself that all I was doing was very slowly sliding down, it really felt like I was just melting into the floor. I closed my eyes again and was greeted with the bits of color once more.

I half-rolled and half-fell over onto my back, my hands finding their way down to my pants, unbuttoning them with dexterity and slipping them off my body. My panties came next, followed by my bra – for some reason, I felt like leaving my heeled boots on.

I paused briefly, realizing I had absolutely no idea why I had just undressed myself, and was sort of bewildered at how I had ended up on the floor. I slowly brought myself up to my hands and knees, and crawled to the chair, pulling myself up onto it. As it leaned back, I let my feet leave the floor, and I really had the sensation that I was floating. My head lolled from one side to the other as I looked around the room, and the side-to-side movement made it look like the whole world was just kind of swirling. Everything was melting together into one spiral that kept then opening back up and spiraling into itself once again.

My whole body felt unusually warm, I realized. I reached down and slid my palms along the sides of my body, following my curves, and I felt like I could’ve orgasmed just off that. My body still felt sensitive as hell, and I audibly gasped at every little touch. I almost felt like someone else was touching me, and the more I thought about it, the more it felt like it. I felt like I wasn’t in control of myself, that my hands had simply developed minds of their own. I tried to tell my hands to really pleasure me, but all I got out was, “Please pl…” before my sentence trailed off and I was already thinking of a million other things to say, questions to ask my hands, like how they had gained sentience.

A brief thought crossed my mind that I was seriously gone, and it was probably the last cohesive thought I had before my hands started going to work on my body. I didn’t even have to touch my breasts or my pussy, almost anywhere I touched made me hot. Just rubbing my palms together felt as good as if someone had been eating me out. My hands roamed all over my flesh, hungry to learn every last inch of it, becoming intimately knowledgeable of everything – and they somehow knew exactly where to touch me and how to do it to get me to moan and gasp. And yet, for how insanely good it felt, I never really felt like I was actually building towards an orgasm. It all just felt so wonderful, and yet somehow not sexual, I realized.

Well, the moment I even had the vaguest thought that it felt good, but not sexual, that changed. My hands quickly became crazed, both sliding along until they found my breasts, cupping them. I said everywhere felt just as good, but once I started actually touching my breasts, it felt a hundred times better. I started to massage my breasts, squeezing them together, my whole body writhing against the pleasure. I moaned and groaned and unintelligibly begged my hands to not stop. No words really escaped my mouth, it was just kind of a lot of gibberish that would’ve sounded very strange to anyone walking in on me. My hands seemed to understand, though, as their fingertips found their way to my nipples, which almost made me explode.

The sensation that shot through my body once my hands discovered the pleasure of my nipples made me instantly cum. I had never felt such a spike of orgasmic heavenliness in my life, and I screamed in ecstasy. My body shook as my hands simply continued to play at my nipples, pinching them and rubbing them, causing my orgasm to take quite some time to fade – and the moment it did, I bolted with yet another one. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, I felt basically so fucked up that I couldn’t ask my hands any questions. They were in control of me, now, and I was happy to surrender to it.

One of them apparently got an idea in its mind to slide itself down to my slit and I felt like I would die from the pleasure as it found its way to my nether region. I almost instantly started bucking wildly as my fingers slipped into my pussy, coated immediately with my juices. I could almost cup a small puddle as I came and came, gushing for my new masters as they worked me over solidly, never relenting. My voice started to grow hoarse as I continued to scream as loud as I could, cumming wildly, feeling like it would never end.

I suddenly fell off the chair from all my erratic movement, collapsing onto the floor, but it didn’t faze me for one second. I started humping my hand as it rested between me and the floor. My other hand joined its brother, and the both of them stroked my clit in ways that just made me cause a deluge to flood onto the floor. My voice echoed off the floor and all around me, and it felt like it pounded into my head that I was a slave to my hands now. All I could hear was my pleasure, and the sound felt more intense than I could describe.

My hands pounded me good and hard, touching all the right spots in just the right way inside my pussy. It went on for so long that I felt like my throat actually tightened up a little and my voice died, ‘til it was just the sound of rapid breathing.

That lasted for what felt like days. I eventually came down off the drug, but to be honest, I had no idea what was the drug subsiding and what was me recovering from fucking the hell out of myself. All I really remember is bringing myself up to my hands and knees and barely being able to do even that. I was so foggy and out of it, I really had no idea what in the world was going on around me. I managed to look at the clock, seeing it read 1348, and I couldn’t believe that the drug was already wearing off. I thought for sure James would be coming in and asking what had happened to me a day or two ago, my sense of time was gone.

I tried to pull myself together, but ended up simply collapsing onto the floor and passing out from sheer exhaustion.