Timmy Whales, roused from his cryogenic slumber, blinks in confusion at the transformed world around him. His tattoos, once familiar, now seem like alien art on his skin. As he stretches, he feels a strange tension in his groin. His hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, cups his crotch, feeling the growing hardness there. Timmy's cock, long frozen in time, now pulses with life, demanding release. He tentatively strokes it, feeling the smooth skin and steel-like rigidity. With a groan, he gives in to the urges of his newly awakened body, his hand working feverishly until he spills his seed in a powerful, pent-up eruption.