"You are a beast but let's add some beauty." Kyle said with a grin, his plan solidifying in his mind.
"Leave Michael alone and come stand in front of the mirror. Let's see what you're working with."
Tyler pulled himself away from Michael and walked bowleggedly over to the mirror, his massively enhanced thighs keeping him from doing more than a lumber.
Tyler nervously eyed the bare place on his crotch.
"Don't be preoccupied with what you don't have. Appreciate what you've gained." Kyle said.
Tyler relaxed eyeing the massive muscles he had. Looking at the rolling biceps and tris, the massive flutes, calves that could only be described as boulderous.
"Now Tyler, you and Michael volunteered and I promised rewards for stepping forward and having the balls to take a chance." Tyler winced. "Excuse my expression." Kyle said with a chuckle.
"Now that punishments are over, let's see what we can do to enhance this visage we have before us." Kyle gave a little flourish. "You're going to love the changes I make to you."
With that statement being spoken, Kyle knew that it was true. Tyler was going to love everything that he had planned.
"I told you that if you'd act right, I'd fix your genitalia. That's true. From now on, you have Michael's ideal pussy. The pussy he dreams about. The pussy he can't live without."
Tyler gasped as what had been empty space now housed a bright pink gash of bright pussy lips. He instantly felt moisture and an eager emptiness.
"Don't forget how much of a horndog your husband is." Kyle said with a mischievous grin.
Instantly Tyler remembered that he, well she, or whatever. Was married to Michael.
"You don't just have a perfect cunt, you've also got an incredible female reproductive system. Some might think it works too well. Michael, come over here and show Tyler how much you love that downstairs mixup."
It was Michael's turn to act. In an almost reversal of moments before, Michael moved to tackle Tyler. Tyler offered no resistance and let the smaller man take him to all fours. Michael lined up and without preparation or hesitation, he began to piston in and out. Drawing deep and ragged gasps from Tyler.
"Michael, keep pounding away as I explain Tyler's life to him." Kyle said. Michael didn't seem to even register that Kyle had spoken. He was focused on taking his wife from behind and the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of skin against skin merely punctuated the command.
"Tyler," Kyle said, Registering his victim's attention by the widened eyes that still tracked him through bestial moans, "Like I said before, your reproductive system is almost too healthy. Every pregnancy you have will result in multiples. But don't worry, you're going to be the perfect wife and mother raising your children with an attitude and work ethic of a housewife from a fifties sitcom with the sexual appetite of a back alley whore. In fact, people are going to wonder 'just how you do it,' Raising all those boys while always keeping your hair and makeup perfectly done."
The hair on Tyler's head turned into a meticulously quaffed updo, his cheeks were painted with blush and bright red lipstick appeared on his face.
Kyle continued, "You're always dressed to the nines, with your pearls Michael got you for your birthday and heels even at home." Tyler was indeed wearing a string of pearls and a fancy blouse. A short skirt was now being pushed up by Michael as he continued to plow. A pair of high heeled shoes appeared on his feet. Besides the ridiculous muscle mass, beard and body hair, Michael looked every bit the hot to trot stay at home wife.
"Like I said before, you're going to get pregnant and keep getting pregnant until you hit menopause at 49." Kyle continued. "You'll be pleased to know that even though you keep bearing twins, triplets, and quadruplets, you'll always carry them to term and they'll always be completely healthy. Also, as a bonus, your body will always bounce back." Kyle said with a smile. "You're going to have a house full of testosterone. You're going to love raising your boys and having them turn into proper himbos like their father. Gosh. I can't even imagine how many hot guys, you'll fill this town with."
Kyle said it with a smile. "And just because Michael was so closed minded, everyone of them will be gay. Maybe he'll learn some tolerance when it's his own children doing that gay stuff that he found so abhorrent." All Tyler could do was moan. Kyle changed his focus to the happy husband. "Michael finish up, go ahead and seed those triplets your wife is brewing up."
Michael came. Sending jet after jet of semen deep into Tyler's newly minted womb. As Kyle had said, this was the moment they would conceive their first set of boys.
Both participants in Kyle's game were now participating in the game of life with one another but they didn't register that. They just collapsed panting in orgasmic bliss. Kyle stood there smiling thinking about what to do next.