Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only.
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FROM JOHN'S POINT OF VIEW
John felt himself waking up again. It was a crazy dream. He had been standing on a table in his high school cafeteria stroking his cock and singing the national anthem while surrounded by ugly redheaded girls. He shook his head a little and cracked his eyes.
Yep. Still here. Fuck! He felt the cool gel pressed against the side of his face as the familiar burnt plastic smell and sloping walls of their prison came back into view. He sat up and watched the tendrils snap away from his body.
Immediately, he knew something was quite different.
He blinked and looked down at his dick. His eyes felt fuzzy and slightly out of focus. Something was wrong with his vision, because once again, he was swollen and erect... but his dick had obviously grown a few inches. And his gut was gone... it had been replaced with abs... actual abs!! He had a 6-pack! He rubbed his eyes again. Everything looked wrong... he must have had some sort of film on his eyes, his skin seemed too smooth or something.
"Holy shit," he croaked. His voice seemed a bit lower. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his bigger schlong. His thumb and fingers barely touched around his newfound girth, which was quite a bit bigger than before. What impressed him more was the length. He almost doubled... he estimated he was about 10 inches long. He lifted his hand up in front of his face. His fingers were larger... his hands were more muscular. Once again, he blinked a few times... the coloring in his skin was strange. Shit... his arms and everything was more muscular. He felt good. Virile. Sexually intoxicated. Turned on! He immediately wanted to jack off again. Then he remembered...
Mindy!
He quickly turned to look over at her, but she was gone. Panicking, he quickly scanned the room, and spotted a figure far across the spherical room.
Last thing he remembered, she had shocked him somehow with her finger and they had both passed out. He sprung up to his feet. Everything felt different. He felt stronger, much taller and more fit. He felt something large smack him in the inner thighs. He peeked down, and sure enough, his balls had grown as well. His scrotum hung down with balls the size of small oranges. The aliens had given him a whole new body, it seemed.
He slowly walked over to her, he could feel his long, heavy penis slapping against his legs as he moved... it was arousing. Her back was turned to him... the first and only thing he noticed was her hair... actually it was the only thing he could see. No longer was it a matted stringy mess. It had grown extremely long and thick. It was the thickest hair he had ever seen. It almost looked like a shiny solid sheet, like some sort of technicolor cloth. The lush reddish orange hair cascaded from her head, down her back and onto the floor. She seemed to be hiding behind it like a shield.
He started to doubt whether this was the same person.
"Mindy...?" he questioned, marveling at the deepness of his own voice.
She jerked a little bit, but didn't turn around. "I knew this was going to happen..." she said.
Her voice had changed as well. It wasn't raspy and annoying anymore... it had grown softer and much higher, with almost a melody to the way she spoke.
John's hopes went through the roof. He mentally crossed his fingers and hoped that they had turned her into some sort of hottie. After all... that's what this seemed to be about. The isolation room, the tendrils, the hormones, her earlier breast growth... it all pointed to sex.
He had become increasingly aroused at his imagination. He hoped that they had fixed her ugliness... or if not, they had given her a better body. She was quite unattractive before... and if his current changes meant anything... perhaps she would be changed as well. Anything would be better than the way she was. He felt like a young man going through puberty... except it was ten times worse. He knew he should be freaking out about all of this... but he was so freaking horny, it seemed to override everything else.
"Knew what was going to happen...?" he said, coyly. He really wanted to see what was going on with her... he could feel his testosterone churning.
"I warned you that they were manipulating us!" she said without facing him. "You're probably getting off on all of this!" her voice choked. "I told you! I'm not going to be a part of this! I won't let them turn me into some sort of experimental freak!" she sobbed.
"Freak? What do you mean?"
"Just go away!"
He didn't budge. He was stuck there, fantasizing about her and way too turned on. His imagination was running wild. His huge cock pulsed and began to rise out in front of his body... he had no way of hiding it, so he just put his left hand against it and pressed it against his leg. Slowly, he circled her... trying to peek around her strange hair.
"Stop it!" she fussed. And she turned slightly to keep her back towards him. The hair moved strangely. It wasn't a bad thing... it was just different.
"Fine... you can't be any worse than me," he said. "Take a look... am I that bad? You have to admit it... this is really cool! I mean, I'm huge! Look at these biceps!" he flexed his right arm and marveled as he formed a new large well defined muscle. He looked back at her, her hair had made a small part and she turned her head back to peek through it up at him... from what he could see, her eyes had dramatically changed... they were insanely larger than before... come to think of it... they were much larger than a normal human eye. But she wasn't looking at his arm... her eyes went wide at the sight of his huge cock that he was pressing against his thigh.
"What has happened to you?!! What is going on!!" she blurted loudly and buried her head back down beneath her giant hair. "Oh no!"
His eyes went back to his bicep. "I'm not sure," he smiled, "but I'm liking this! I feel like a million bucks!"
"You look like a demented oversexualized cartoon!" came her muffled reply.
"What?" he stopped. "What are you talking about?"
She raised her head again and slowly parted her sheet-like hair until he could see her face. But it wasn't exactly her face... it was something different... like they took parts of her face and made a new face that was a gorgeous caricature of herself. But that wasn't the strangest part.
Her skin... it was like his... he realized it wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him... they had both actually changed somehow. It was too smooth, too perfect. It looked more like... like what she said... like a cgi cartoon. She was a super high resolution version of herself... with a much needed upgrade. It was extremely erotic.
He just stood there with his mouth open.
Her eyes really were massive. They were beautiful and blue and slightly tilted, but they were definitely giant "cartoon sized". Her eyelashes were extremely long and curved. Her nose was practically non-existent... it was so small. And her lips. He felt himself getting harder at the shape of her lips. They were huge, pumped up and shiny... far bigger than any porn star that he had ever seen. She looked like some sort of new life-sized character from the Bratz cartoon series. It was her... it was definitely her... but very different... and younger... she looked like she was a teenager again.
"What the fuck!" he said. "Do you know what you look like?!"
"Well... seeing how there's no mirrors around here... no. You should see yourself! It's disgusting!"
"What?!" his hand flew up to his face, "am I gross... what is it?"
"You look like a fucked up version of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast."
"Well," he shrugged, "that doesn't sound so bad..." he found himself staring at her mouth and the sensual way that it moved when she talked. "Why would you think I'm disgusting?" he asked.
"Why not! Do you think that this is ok? Is this some sort of joke? Pumping up our hormones and turning us into living cartoons? What purpose could this possibly serve?"
"I can think of one..." he leered and shifted his hand over his massive meat pole pressed against his leg.
"You're sick!" she exclaimed. "Is that all you can think about? Sex? This isn't funny, John! Get your mind out of the gutter! Look at us! They are messing with our DNA! This could seriously harm us... or kill us!"
He stared at her new erotic visage. Whether she wanted it or not, she now had his complete attention. The changes in her face had touched a deep sexual craving down inside of him. Mixed with the intense hormones, he was having trouble keeping his cool. He was was extremely curious to see the rest of her body.
He took a step closer to her and moved his hand away from pressing his huge dick. It swung out in front of him. "I guess our changes are different... because I'm having a hard time thinking about anything other than sex..."
Her eyes got wide as she watched his huge member sway back and forth... "Stay back!" she screeched. She whipped her head back around and began frantically scooting away from him. "Don't touch me! Stay away!" she sobbed.
He smiled and watched her pathetic display of resistance. "I told you before... I'm not going to touch you, Mindy," he said softly. He crouched down so that he at the same level as her. With a herculean effort, he forced himself to control his urges and he sat down near her. He would have to approach this differently. "I just want to talk... ok? Obviously something has really upset you... something long ago... long before we were trapped and put in this room..."
She stopped scooting and crumpled down, whimpering... facing away from him, her hair splayed out around her like a red cape. "I... I..." she whimpered, "I can't stop thinking these thoughts... they aren't right. I feel like an animal... out of control. I've spent my whole life being shamed by men and women who used their looks and sexuality like a weapon... and now I'm becoming just like them... I hate it!"
