Welcome, welcome, welcome back to the second part of this big adventure. We left our game explorers trapped in the house of Art and Amy and locked into playing the game, down to their underwear. Will they manage to get out of their predicament in one piece? Who knows? Let's crack on, shall we?
TRUNKS, CROCS AND EVOLUTIONARY SHOCKS!
The game was most definitely a-go-go. Myself, my wife Amy and our friend Wendy had already had a go on the jungle-themed sex-game and were waiting for Will, Elias and Emma, all of us down to our underwear, all of us trapped in the house and all of us desperate to finish the game and return to some kind of normality.
"Your turn now, Will," I reminded him as my wife and I retook our seats after sucking on his wife's tits as part of the game.
"Yeah thanks, Art. I do remember," Will responded, clearly chafed that my wife and I were required to suck on his wife's boobs. He picked up the Di and threw them over the board, watching them bounce along till they settled on a three and a two, their piece seeming to move telepathically across the board to the required position. Like before we all moved forward to see what the poem and required task was for their turn.
Between your legs you've acquired a trunk,
But two people's hands will restore your junk.
"Oh come on now! What's that meant to mean?" Elias barked, nonplussed at the clues.
"Well we don't know yet, do we? I'm sure we'll find out!" Emma fired back, clearly bummed out by her husband's misery as we all sat around in our underwear, feeling very exposed, especially as all us men had clearly visible hard-ons beneath our shorts, especially Will, whose erection seemed to be expanding ever-more by the second. Will, shocked at what was happening beneath his shorts pulled them down only to be horrified that his cock had been replaced by a miniature elephant's trunk.
"WHAT THE FUCKITTY FUCK?!" Will yelled terrified as his elongated snout sniffed the air as it protruded horrifically from his waist.
"OH MY GOD! What do we...we do?!" Wendy stammered terrified.
"I don't...what did the poem say?" I asked Amy, she took a look back into the Smokey orb before answering.
"Two people's hands will restore your junk. Emma, come on," Amy ordered as she stationed herself on one side of Will as Emma took the other.
"How do we DO this?" Emma asked, understandably puzzled.
"Er...I think we need to...you know...wank him off," Amy suggested.
"Do it then," Wendy begged. Amy looked at the ridiculous appendage that had sprouted from Will's hips and placed her hands gently around the length, the swirling trunk seeming to calm somewhat under my wife's touch as she began to move her hands gently up and down the bizarre grey length.
Emma then reached out and did the same with her hands, the two of them sliding down the grey snout causing it to cease its bendy swirling and start to solidify, the trunk stiffening at the base first then all the way to the tip, three-feet of trunk emerging branch-stiff from Will's waist as Amy and Emma worked the snout like they were working a cock, their four hands wrapped around the rigid length. I turned to look at Wendy who was watching the events unfold in a mixed state of concern and horniness, her legs clenching together as her hands massaged her boobs whilst her brows were furrowed in worry.
"If this does become my prick again I'd appreciate it if you'd change the colour but keep the swelling," Will joked as he went from feeling fear to feeling arousal, the pink of his cock coming back from base to tip, the trunk creases being replaced by the veins and slenderness of his pole as Emma and Amy moved their hands more quickly, gripping the slimming length as it reduced for three feet to two as it began to look more like a normal cock.
I briefly caught a glimpse of Elias who was feeling torn over all of this. You could see his own state of arousal but also the confusion in his mind as a sense of jealousy also crept in. His hand was on his boxers covered tool, moving slowly back and forward as he watched his own missus furiously Jack-off one of his friends, he was wearing the worry as best he could and to some degree I felt the same as Amy slid her hands up and down a combination of man meat and elephant face.
"How are you feeling?" Amy asked Will as he led back, clearly enjoying every moment of the two women's attention as his rod was now a modest foot and a half, with Will's expression clearly pointing out he was hoping to keep a good foot of this transformation.
"Feels great. Don't stop though," breathed Will as both women removed a hand as Will's girth reduced down to a foot in length, his chest moving up and down at speed in excitement of their efforts as his tool settled down to its usual slender seven inches with only Amy's palm wrapped around the staff now, Emma merely looking on licking her lips. Amy transfixed by Will's tool and her digits working it as he began to pump himself into her hand until eventually...
"HURGH!" Will moaned as he shot his load into the air, the white goo hitting his stomach, underwear and Amy's hand, who coolly wiped it off on her bra. Will began to pull his underwear back up but thought better of it, pulled them down his legs and off completely. "Fuck it!"
I thought for a moment about the outline of my rigid length exposed through my relatively tight trunks and realised I was hiding my modesty for no reason and so slipped out of my trunks and hurled them over to the ants who were still scattering over the rest of my clothes.
"Ooh, that's quite a view for us ladies," cooed Wendy, moving her eyes between myself and Will, along with Emma and Amy, all of whom licked their lips while scanning us over. All three women then turned to face Elias, who looked extremely uncomfortable to be placed in a spot like this. My friend grabbed the waistband of his shorts and merely adjusted himself, with the eyes of the three women returning to myself and Will.
"Okay, so who's next?" I queried, my eyes glancing at Emma and Elias. One of them had to take the plunge and I half expected Emma to move eagerly forward but instead Elias snatched up the two cubes and, after rattling them somewhat maniacally in his hand, he let them go across the board, watching them bounce till they stopped at a four. These were some crappy low-scoring throws and I could detect the disappointment on Elias' face who clearly more than any of us wanted this game to be over as soon as possible. His piece moved mysteriously across the board and the orb misted for what felt like an unusually long time before revealing its poetic sexual issue.
The crocodiles mood is decidedly thorny,
The only way to stop them is by making them horny.
"What..." Elias began, before covering his mouth instinctively, almost out of fear that his question would summon the aquatic reptile trouble. We heard the noises from inside the house, a kind of wet-skin slapping against the floors accompanied with a weird wet slide. We knew what was coming and a snout at the door, slowly moving forward, pointed teeth in those chillingly, uneven jaws, then another set appeared behind it, and another, eventually we could see four croc heads as they began to enter the room, their eyes partially-lidded as they crept in, occasionally snapping at each other as they did.
"Holy shit!" Will whispered as the six of us moved further back into the room with no way of escape behind us, trying not to startle the crocs that were stalking us.
"What do we do?" Amy asked me as quietly as possible, even though it seemed our fate was sealed and we were about to be cast into this gigantic reptile's belly.
"I don't know...I'm...I'm too scared to be able to think," I informed her, feeling her fingers reach for mine and gripping her hand as terror overtook my mind.
"Oh wait...what am I doing? I know this one!" Elias shouted, before running back towards the four creatures and standing as high as he could on the furniture and flicking through his phone at lightning speed to get what he needed, he pressed a button, upped the volume and held his phone as high as he could as the sound of a military helicopter played.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked, her eyes wide in fear for her husband.
"Turning them on...I hope. It's Chinook helicopter engines. It's like their Viagra," Elias explained, fearfully as the crocs lifted their jaws and snapped them near his legs, but as they climbed over each other to get to him they were also mawing into the air, distracted by the droning sound it was making, but it seemingly wasn't enough to distract it from the thought of his delicious legs. I couldn't leave my friend to face such a fate so I ran back to my chair and perched as far atop it as I could, found a Chinook helicopter clip on YouTube and played it full blast over the perky beasts.
It seemed to work, they started to become less concerned with the delicious drumsticks that were mine and Elias legs and more with each other, but even so every now and then their attention would lessen and they'd snap our way indicating they were not fully turned on.
"Er...can we get a little help here?" I asked as the crocs shook their snouts trying to overcome the sound of the helicopters' engines. Amy and Wendy ran our way and jumped on the crocs backs to make it to the furniture, Live-and-let-Die-style before grabbing their phones and playing the sound with Williams and Emma both darting over to complete the serenade of helicopter sounds.
Eventually the noises were too much for the randy reptiles and they stopped snapping like they wanted to feed and began snuggling against each other in an almost tender way, snout against snout in a similar way to humans rubbing noses, before the males climbed on top of the females but angling their hips beneath the females to move their genitals inside the female crocs opening. The two animals stayed that way for a few seconds then disjointed and proceeded to head back the way they'd just come.
"Wow! I think they were even quicker than you, Elias," Will joked, getting the merest of laughs, as Elias looked visibly wounded by the remark.
"Yeah? How would you know?" Emma countered to bigger laughs and some Woo's restoring Elias' pride. Will nodded in acknowledgment of Emma's quick comeback before finishing with the perfect riposte.
"A lady never tells," Will replied, this time causing all of us to burst out laughing. It broke the tension that was building up due to the sexual shenanigans and relentless attacks.
"I think I need a drink. Anyone else want one?" I questioned, receiving a unanimous response from everyone. We all headed into the kitchen for some much needed refills, the men still naked but now after the terror somewhat less uptight than they were previously. I quickly entered the role of barman and after dishing out various wines, beers, and spirits I was able to take a deep breath and almost relax, till my wife walked over to me, her manner suspicious as I eyed her idling towards me.
"You know before?" Amy asked, her voice low as she left the question hanging in mid-air temporarily. "When I said "no-one could have known what would happen?"
