As Sharon reached to help part the pages that had been stuck together, she considered voicing second thoughts. It had been her idea to look in this vintage magazine oddly called Playtoy instead of Playboy, and it had also been her suggestion to look at the issue’s special feature oddly titled Heavily Hung Huge-Hootered Honeys, mostly out of her own morbid curiosity. But when two pages of an adult magazine were stuck together with an adhesive of undetermined origin, well…
…the imagination tended to lead to some easy and rather gross conclusions.
But rather than voice concerns, she went along with what had been her idea to begin with. Whatever was in the pages of that magazine, it might at least get a laugh out of their friends if they showed it off. Finding a grip on one page as Jim held the other, they each pulled, trying to balance the firmness required to pull the sheets apart with the delicateness needed to not damage the—
“Ow!”
Feeling an odd shock that tingled with the sensation of pins and needles, Sharon and Jim let go of the magazine pages, which separated and fell open.
“What was that?” JIm asked. “It couldn’t be a static shock.”
“I don’t know.” Sharon, shaking her still stinging hand, looked up at Jim, and then did a double-take. Maybe it was the light, but his face seemed oddly clean-shaven. Like the day’s worth of stubble on his face had been freshly shaved in an instant. And for that matter, his hair looked a little…
…a little…
An odd, pulsing, pushing sensation flared in Sharon’s pelvis, and she backed away, holding her gut. “Oh, ughhh…”
“Sharon?” Jim’s concern sounded with a voice that was oddly higher than usual. “Are you OK?”
“I don’t know…” Sharon hissed as the pulsing heightened, as though something were pushing out from her insides. “Oh! Oh, god…”
“You don’t sound OK.” Jim’s voice grew even higher, and somehow breathier. Sharon looked up and gasped. “J-Jim?”
It wasn’t just a trick of the light. Jim’s jawline was smoother, his lips fuller, and nose smaller and cuter. He looked oddly androgynous, and the more Sharon gawked, the more leaning into femme he looked. “J-Jim! Y-Your fff—OH!”
Sharon doubled over at the harshest push yet. She could feel…something inside her. Something, or somethings slowly growing, and pressing harder and harder against the inside of her crotch. “Nnngh…what…what’s…” She turned her gaze from her own crotch toward Jim’s, and noticed that the bulge in his pants was shockingly visible. And it seemed to be growing by the second.
“J-Jii~IiI~iIm!” Sharon could barely speak as the…something inside her pressed, and pushed, and PUSHED. “I…nnngh…NNNNNGH!”
Sharon almost blacked out as her nethers wholly inverted, her clit and ovaries wholly warped into a cock and sack with two balls that tore her panties and pushed down the left leg of her shorts. The force of their emergence struck Sharon’s thoughts with sledgehammer force, sending her mind reeling and fresh waves of transformative energy through her body as similar shockwaves roared through Jim.
Dizzy and disoriented, her mind in a stupor, Sharon felt an invisible force stroke and fondle her new cock before pulling it free of her ruined shorts and gripping around the shaft. “Wha…buh…”
The invisible force began to pump her cock, and Sharon’s eyes rolled up in her head as the pleasure, and pressure built. Her ass, which others had long considered her best physical attribute, began to swell, as well, bouncing and jiggling with each pump of her rod. And as the pressure in her balls grew, so did their size, as the smallish, average testicles gained more volume.
Sharon’s hips flared outward as her thighs toned, her lower half looking every bit a shapely feminine beauty save for the cock, hard as steel as the invisible force continued to stroke and beat her off. And the more stimulated it became, the larger it grew, more and more, until her sensitive cockhead reached beyond her navel and batted the underside of her smallish bust.
Yet, as if prodded on by that contact, Sharon’s bust swelled with a surge of new size of its own, her tits growing as large as her head as her overstimulated cock continued to grow. Her shaft nestled between her jiggling, wholly natural knockers growing until the screamingly aroused head poked out from between the top of them. And then her tits swell larger, eclipsing her head in size as her still churning balls, now like cantaloupes, begged for release.
But release, and relief, didn’t come. Though she was impossibly, agonizingly aroused, her every fiber wishing for nothing more than to just shoot off, the changes continued. Her lips grew pillowy and pouty, eager to kiss, or purr, or suck. Her brown hair grew into rich chocolate waves that ripped down her back. And…and when she looked over at Jim...
Jamie was practically Sharon’s in every way. Figure, lips, hair, and cock, she wasn’t Sharon’s twin, but even with the lighter brown of her hair and eyes of blue instead of green, they were so very similar. Together, they…they were…
HEAVILY HUNG HUGE-HOOTERED HONEYS!
Familiar words blasted through the too-aroused, too-needful haze of Sharon’s mind. And then her vision was filled with a bright, sudden flash of light, as though a camera had gone off right in her face.
…And there she and Jamie were, posed together in classic Playtoy Bunny outfits that flaunted their every curve. Each holding a serving tray with an outstretched hand, they looked off into space at an unseen photographer looking to capture their best features, from their bunnysuit-clad tits and pantyhose-encased legs, to the tips of their cocks at rest in their cleavage.
There was another flash, and Sharon and Jamie faced each other. Sharon was dressed in the blouse and pencil-skirt of a stern-and-stacked teacher, while Jamie wore the blouse, tartan skirt, and pigtails of a naughty schoolgirl. Jamie looked like she had been very naughty indeed, as Sharon stood posed with one hand at Jamie’s chin and another at the cockhead between her own tits. The naughty girl had better help her teacher!
Another flash, and the situation was reversed. Sharon, still in a pencil skirt and blouse, was now the meek, doe-eyed, and docile secretary to Jamie’s Boss Bitch with the Boss Boner in need of a personal assistant’s assistance. And Sharon was all too eager to provide!
Another flash, and both Sharon and Jamie were dressed in the tight, form-fitting leather of ponygirl bondage. Posed with knees in high-step, their cocks were heavily restrained to prevent too much bouncing as they pulled their owner’s carriage wherever it needed to go.
And another flash. Sharon and Jamie were two swimsuit-clad hotties in need of sunscreen and a suck-off.
And another! Officer Sharon and Officer Jamie were hot, slutty cops in hot, slutty uniforms with their own nightsticks in need of relief.
The flashes, and scene changes, continued in rapidfire pace. Naughty nurses, science fiction space babes, showgirls ready to pop off, and more. And with each scene change, a new photo added to the Playtoy Special Feature, with page after page of slutty, smutty pin-up.
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