Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only.
All Characters are fictional. All Characters are 18 or older.
PART 3
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FROM MINDY'S POINT OF VIEW
Mindy had woken earlier to the throbbing of her heartbeat between her legs. It was intense! Her normally stagnant clittoris was pulsing like a drum, sending small tingles of pleasure running through her body. She was groggy but very turned on... which was a very foreign and uncomfortable feeling for her. With her eyes still closed, lying on her side... she hesitantly slipped her hand down between her legs to investigate these newfound feelings. With surprise, she realized that she did not have to reach around her normally bulging plump stomach, her hand slid easily along her smooth flat tiny tummy down to her slit. As her fingers came in contact with her swollen and bothered clit, which felt much larger than ever before, an avalanche of pleasure rippled through her body. She moaned and spasmed; never in her life had she felt this way, she was on the verge of an orgasm!... It was intoxicating and disturbing at the same time. For a moment she almost continued, but her strict sense of propriety won out, and she moved her hand away and forced herself to calm down.
She shook herself and tried to draw her focus away from her wet pussy. Everything was wrong. Her body felt disjointed and disproportionate and she seemed to be swimming in a sea of red hair. She could hear John breathing heavily next to her and she pushed herself up to look around, her arms seemed far too thin. Then, she became immediately aware of her breasts. They were bulging from the front of her chest like small grapefruit.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed at the sight of them. And she was shocked once again as she hear the high soft pitch of her own voice.
She grew suddenly suspicious and angry and glanced over at John. He was asleep with his back to her only a few feet away from her and he appeared much larger than before. His entire back had become a broad mass of muscle... but the skin texture was way too smooth, too perfect, he looked almost cartoonish.
Something deep inside of her felt excited by the bulging muscles she could see. For a moment, she forgot all about her breasts. Never before had she ever been visually turned on by the sight or thought of pure masculinity... but this... this was intoxicating... the strength... the size... she wanted it... she suddenly envisioned him embracing her with those muscles, visions of his penis jumped into her mind. She reached out to touch his skin, but then she saw her own hand... she stopped... something was wrong... her hand was so small! It was dainty and elegant like a doll, with perfectly manicured nails, she remembered having hands this small back when she was grade school. Her skin was smooth and flawless like his... she had never seen skin so perfect. She stared closely, and brought her hand up to her face. Wait! She only had four fingers! - Literally, a thumb and three fingers, like a cartoon! What the fuck!
She frowned. This had to be his fault! Somehow, in some way... she knew he was the reason that she had ended up like this! If what he had been saying was right, and the aliens were somehow connected to them through these little tendrils on the floor... it wouldn't be a far leap to expect them to read their thoughts to tailor these physical adjustments to match their desires... or something like that. And who knew what perverted thoughts were swimming around in his misogynistic mind. Obviously the dude had some sort of cartoon fetish! Wait. Did this mean that she had a bodybuilder fetish or something? What else was trapped deep inside her mind.
The aliens were obviously guiding both of them towards increased sexuality. But why??
She shivered from the pulses in her body and she focused on ignoring the feelings, and cleared her mind. She was determined to fight this! She would not allow these aliens to manipulate her!
Slowly, careful not to excite herself, she got to her feet. Her hair was so long that it went all the way to the floor, she let it drape around her like a cloak. She examined herself and tried to keep calm. Her center of balance had completely shifted... she felt light and off-center at the same time. Her breasts jiggled a little as she moved... it was a completely new sensation for her... and it felt really good. She noticed that her perfect nipples were sticking out at full attention.
From what she could see, most of her body had been dramatically slimmed down and re-sized. She felt much shorter. She looked down past her breasts to stare at her feet. Like her hands they were much smaller than before, very Barbie-doll looking... she had to admit, her tiny toes were very cute... and yes, it appeared that she only had four toes.
She reached down run her hands down around her bulging breasts... they were firm and soft, she sunk her fingers into the pliable flesh... Boobs! She had breasts! All her life she had wanted tits and now, in this horrible, crazy situation, she finally had them - and they were big! They were awesome... she squeezed and played with them... but she was torn, she hated this whole situation, but unbelievably, she found herself attracted to these new breasts... they were beautiful and so pert and sexy... and she couldn't believe her own thoughts... she caught herself wondering if they would get any bigger!
She avoided touching her erect nipples, knowing that once she started, she wouldn't be able to stop. She caressed the smooth skin and squeezed the pliable flesh. It felt wonderful. She loved how big they were getting... almost as if the size was somehow directly linked to her libido. The larger the size... the hornier she felt??
Her hands glided down her torso to her tiny waist. It was incredible, her waist cinched in like she was wearing the tightest corset in the world and then her hips jutted right back out again. She circled her small hands around her waist... it almost seemed impossible! Her waist was only about as big around as a two liter coke bottle. She looked back behind her over her shoulder and grimaced at her jutting buttocks. She should have figured! Her ass was extremely out of proportion with the rest of her. It stuck so far out, she knew she could easily have set a glass on it. Like her boobs, her buns were smooth and perfect.
Great!, so now she had Kim Kardashian's ass, with a Wilma Flintstone waistline and Dolly Parton's boobs! She couldn't see her own face, but with all this red hair, she imagined that she probably looked like some sort of perverted version of Jessica Rabbit by now!
She made her way over to the other side of the room so she could think. Every step she took caused her breasts to lightly jiggle and caused small sensations to buzz through her wet vagina. She steeled herself and forced herself to cross the room and sit down and she began the shocking process of feeling her face with her hands. As she traced her fingers along her cheeks and huge lips, it was shocking... she didn't know whether to cry or scream.
From behind her she heard movement... John was awake and now approaching her. She started to panic. She absolutely could not let him see her like this! She pulled herself into a tight ball and hoped that her sheet-like hair would hide her figure from his prying eyes.
Down deep inside of her, she was less afraid of him than her own feelings. Her nipples throbbed as her pulse went up. She felt herself become wet and ready between her legs. She almost swooned from the intense pleasure. She longed to be loved. She craved a man's attention - this man's attention! She would give almost anything to be kissed, to be squeezed... to be ravaged!
She could barely contain her passion. What was she going to do?
"Mindy?" she heard him ask in a voice that was much lower than before. She jerked slightly. The deep resonance of his voice was intoxicating. It wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. She wanted him to leave her alone... but she also wanted to hear him speak again.
