(revisiting a favorite chapter)
Aiden woke up to a darkened bedroom, the only source of light being the cheap Christmas lights that Mark had purchased for “mood lighting”. He stretched and yawned, realizing that he had slept through the afternoon and well into the evening! He propped himself up on his elbows, noticing the warm, but also slightly sore, feeling coming from his pussy. Aiden couldn’t believe he’d let Mark drag him into his bedroom like that, much less enthusiastically let him plow his brand-new pussy. He felt slightly ashamed, but also proud and aroused, he rolled over in the sheets, keen on snoozing for maybe a few more minutes when he was jolted wide awake by the sensation of the sheets running over his now ultra-sensitive nipples.
He pulled the sheets away and examined his chest, finding his pectorals were firmer and a little better defined than when he’d fallen asleep. His nipples were large and erect; the areolas larger and more feminine-sized. Lightly fingering his left nipple Aiden found it to be almost as sensitive as the head of his cock, or his clitoris in this case. Reluctantly removing his fingers, he looked down further; his stomach was tight and smooth, his arms leanly muscled. The sparse hair that had covered his chest, under and over his arms, his legs, it was all gone. He traced his fingers along his smooth, tanned skin, finding it also to be quite sensitive to the touch. When he looked down at his pussy, he noticed it had undergone some changes as well. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed, his labia neat and puffy, and his clitoris slightly engorged. Aiden was shocked at his new features, certain that this was not part of his original programming. Mark must have screwed with the chronivac while he was asleep! Aiden was furious; the least he could have done was give him his own cock back after how expertly he had taken the giant thing. Alex leapt out of bed, stumbling a bit as he adjusted to a knew sense of his height and weight. Looking in the mirror confirmed that Mark seemed to have dropped his height by a few inches. He left Marks room in the nude, too incensed to stop by his room and grab clothes.
Slow-tempo house music was wafting down the hall from the living room. Aiden followed the sound to find the room dark but for the lamp in the corner, next to the armchair. Perched upon the armchair was a thick, hairy, bear of a man, naked and casually sipping whiskey from a old-fashioned glass that looked like a shot glass in his massive hand.
Taken aback by the sight, Aiden lost the wind from his sails and stared in awe and bewilderment at the man.
“How was your beauty sleep, pussyboy?” the big man rumbled in a rich, deep tenor. He looked to Aiden to be in his mid, to maybe late, thirties.
“M-Mark?” exclaimed Aiden in disbelief. “Is that you?”
“Absolutely, my pussified-friend, all six-foot, three inches of me.” He growled with pride.
Mark had definitely had a good time changing things up on the chronivac. His muscles, while well developed before, were enormous. His broad pectorals made a firm and powerful shelf looming over Mark’s new muscle gut. His whole body was covered in a tangled network of coarse, dark hairs, from his chest and his back, all the way down his tree-trunk legs to his enormous feet. His thick head of hair was gone, buzzed short against his scalp, and a thick beard belied a square-jawed, masculine looking face with deep, dark eyes. But by far Mark’s most impressive feature was the enhanced tool sleeping patiently between his legs. Aiden could tell he was soft, and yet Mark’s new cock was as thick and long soft as his original cock had been when hard. He looked to be about 6 inches soft, and his balls were now the size of lemons , resting in a low hanging sack. Aiden licked his lips and stared for a moment longer before shaking himself and remembering what Mark had done.
“You changed me in my sleep, asshole!” he tried to snarl angrily, but the sight of the virile specimen that Mark had transformed himself into was extremely distracting.
“I took the liberty of making some minor adjustments,” Mark purred, finishing his drink and pouring himself another. “I enjoyed that new pussy of yours so much I just had to keep it around for a little while longer. And I thought, why not make some changes that we’ll both enjoy.” Mark’s hand drifted down and began to caress his new and improved tool.
“Like making my nipples as sensitive as dicks? Or shaving off all my body hair? I guess I should be grateful I didn’t wake up with long hair and tits.” He said, crossing his arms and then yelping and dropping them when they touched the nipples in question.
Mark just laughed. “I thought about it, but you looked so perfect with a neat little pussy on your male body. So I just made some minor tweaks. Don’t worry, I have enough fur for the both of us now,” he growled, rubbing his other hand across the pelt on his expansive chest.
Aiden thought about and wondered, “Well, what else did you change?” he asked tentatively.
A look of excitement crept over the man’s bearded face, breaking into a toothy, wolfish grin that made Aiden’s heart sink and his pussy throb. “Some important things. Like for starters, making sure that you don’t surprise me with any “Mark Juniors”.”
“What do you mean?” Aiden wasn’t feeling great about this…
“No pregnancies, no monthlies.” He stated, still with his smile.
“Well, that’s a load off...” he said skeptically. "And now what?” Aiden breathed.
Mark looked at him deviously, licking his lips. "And now we enjoy ourselves..."