"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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It happened in a flash! I had had an argument with my fiancΓ© and I had taken my car out to drive around and blow off some steam. As I crested a hill in the back country I met an alien vessel as it took off.
Actually I met the landing strut of the alien vessel. I don't think it did much damage to the ship but it killed me! And darn near destroyed my car! It was a red, 2006 Mustang convertible. Not a priceless antique, but I really loved that car!
When I came to I was alone in an empty room, lying on a bed. It was hard to tell how large the room was. It was all grey, there were no corners so it was hard for me to tell where the floor walls and ceiling came together. It was weird! As I was lying there trying to pull my memories together Some One started to speak to me.
"We have taken responsibility for the accident" the voice told me. "We should not have been there. Our ethos requires that we take all steps to correct such a mistake. And we have done so in this case. Your vehicle has been restored to the best of our ability as have you. We have corrected certain inadequacies in the design of both you and your vehicle. We hope this makes up for the damage you have suffered."
"We apologize for the inconvenience but we have had to impede your ability to discuss this event with anyone!"
"Wha...what does that mean?" I asked. I was still pretty groggy from what ever they had done to me.
"We are not ready to be discovered by your race." the voice explained. "We are able for you to retain your memory of what happened but we can not allow you to speak of it with others."
The next thing I knew I was standing next to my car by the side of the road. I heard a rushing sound and, looking up, I saw a circular light disappearing into the heavens.
It took me a few minutes to pull myself together but I got into my car and drove home. I noticed that the car seemed to drive a little smoother than I was used to. When I parked in the garage I took a couple of minutes to walk around the car. The dent in the left back panel was gone. The rust spot on the driver's door that I had been meaning to fix was also gone. In fact the car looked like it had just come out of the factory.
When I went inside I found Rebecca sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked.
"It was the strangest thing," I started to tell her about my evening. But while I could recall it all I found I could not tell her anything about the events. I finally just told her I had a headache and went to bed.
The next several days were normal in most ways but very abnormal in others. I really couldn't tell anyone about the aliens or the accident. No matter how I tried to approach the subject I was unable to communicate about it. I couldn't speak of it. I couldn't write things down. Nothing!
I went back to where the accident had occurred. There was no sign that anything had happened.
It took me a couple of days to start to notice some things. First, I didn't have to refuel the car! I was getting tremendous milage! Over 100mpg! The tires were perfect. There was nothing wrong with the car in any way! All the little squeaks and rattles were gone!
I also found that the car was invulnerable! No scratches. The paint could not be damaged. A neighbor kid hit it with his bike. Nothing! No dent, no scratch! It was as if it never happened!
And I had also gotten some upgrades. No more allergies. No headaches. I felt wonderful. No aches. No pains. No nothing! It was great!
After about a month I thought I had gotten it all figures out. Then one night after the usual make-out and sex with Bekka she rolled over and said that I felt different.
I wasn't sure what she meant but the next morning after a shower I noticed in the mirror that I was pretty buff! I hadn't really worked out all that much but my abs were more obvious. My torso was more muscular and my arms and legs were also bulging with a new physique. I looked like an Olympic swimmer!
And it is a little embarrassing to mention but my penis was larger than before. Not by much. Hardly noticeable when flaccid. An inch longer when erect.
That night Bekka pulled me onto her at the couch as we were watching TV. We had made love just the night before. Usually Bekka was good for at least a week. But tonight she was really feeling amorous.
"Come on honey, I need to feel you in me again!" Her hand was drifting over my groin. She was squeezing and pawing at my dick, encouraging it to grow, to get larger and larger.
"Your dick seems to be bigger than before," she told me with a salacious grin. "Have you been taking supplements?"
"No, nothing like that. Do you really think I'm larger than before?"