Willa and Flynne knocked the door and posed, their heaving tits jutting out like they had bowling balls stuffed in their skintight dresses. Kyle opened the door, his tired blue eyes bearing dark, heavy bags. He wore sweats and a stained white t-shirt, and it looked like he hadn't bathed in days. Smelt like it, too.
"You're not my pizza." he glumly said while closing the door.
Willa blocked it with her leg and forced her way in, pinning Kyle against the wall in a sultry manner. His response was slamming her against the wall and falling to the floor in a sobbing heap. With all the empty beer bottles, it was surprising that she wasn't hurt.
"I'm sorry.... my wife took my kids... she took my car... and she ran off with some YUPPY ASS FRENCH ASSHOLE!" Kyle screamed angrily. "I miss my little girl... I miss her so much."
Flynne got an idea.
"You poor man... if only we could help you... oh wait, we can." she smiled.
Kyle frowned sternly and spat "I'm nowhere near the mood."
"I mean help you get revenge." Flynne said.
"How?" Kyle asked.
"Close your eyes." Willa said.
Kyle drearily sighed and shut his worn out eyes.
Flynne pinned him and Willa jammed her tongue in his foul, unclean mouth. She starting gagging, and stopped when it seemed to disappear. The inside of Kyle's mouth became clean as his jawline shrank and his lips plumped up. His stunned confusion melted away much like all the stress and hair on his body, leaving bright eyes with a smooth, porcelain complexion. His hair grew out into a bob and turned fiery red as his sweats were pulled off so Flynne could finger her friend's new pussy. Kyle's voice took on a more feminine tone as he moaned louder and louder, his thighs fattening up as his ass inflated and squished against Flynne's crotch. Kyle never fought back letting two huge DDD boobs pulsate out of his chest.
Willa traced around Kyle- no, Kylie's stomach as a small set of abs formed and she gained much less muscle than the amazons had. He arms had a little muscle, but her thighs jiggled when you smacked them. Maybe their wives dominating them into conversion had left them more feminine than the others, maybe it was Kyle's hatred for his ex-wife, but one thing was certain: Kylie wasn't really an amazon. Her stained shirt turned completely red, pressing against her frame and becoming a tight red corset with nipple holes. Those stained briefs turned red as well, shrinking into ass-hugging, see-through panties. Her eyes bore purple eyeshadow, her lips devil red like her long nails.
"So girls, can I interest you in a taste?" Kylie said in a breathy, seductive voice. Her infectors were amazons, but the virus made her a delicious looking temptress.
"Yes ma'am." Willa said.
"I call the left nip." Flynne added.
Kylie gave powerful moans as the warmth flowed out her nipples and into the eagerly suckling mouthes of the strong beauties that awoke her. All the mess and filth gave way to ravishing red furniture and walls, snow white carpets, and a roaring fire as the amazons drank from her tender teets.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.