Both elders woke up and ate breakfast in relative silence. They shared the normal pleasantries but a heavy air had fallen in the apartment.
Neither of them talked about the unexplained changes to their bodies. Neither could explain the way their bodies seemed to have changed over the course of yesterday afternoon. Both feared that if they showed what was going on under their temple garments that the other would think they were living with a freak. They were friendly but they weren't friends. They worked together in the mission field but they didn't have the open relationship that would have made it possible to speak openly about what was going on and ask for help.
Instead, they sat in silence and then started out in their bikes. Going to the first house on their list, that nice man named Chuck who had spent so much time with them the day before.
They were both scared, they were both uncomfortable but they both had a job to do and the other Elder to keep from being suspicious.
They pulled up to the address they remembered but they couldn't quite remember the house they had arrived at. It was different yet familiar.
They hadn't realized that the rundown and neglected two-story home from the day before was now a three-story manicured McMansion.
They parked their bikes near the front door and Elder Aaron rang the doorbell. Chuck opened the door but he was no longer the slovenly dressed man that he they had had such a nice time talking to yesterday afternoon. He was cleanly shaven, lightly tanned and wearing a fitted grey suit.
"Boys, come on in!" Chuck said with a wide grin.
Elder Aaron and Elder Wyatt stepped through the threshold and stood by the couch.
Chuck went and sat in a nice chair in the finely appointed front room and motioned to the couch.
The Elders walked over to the couch. They stood their, pamphlets and books in their hands when they barely noticed Chuck reach over and grab a laptop and press a key.
Simultaneously Elder Aaron and Elder Wyatt realized they couldn't move anything below their shoulders.
Then, before they could look down and notice it, they felt it. They were naked, their bodies still stock still.
"What is going on!" Both boys screamed in unison.
"Now boys, that's not the well mannered behavior you showed me yesterday Chuck said with a gleaming white grin. He clicked another key and the boys remembered the changes he had made, the way he had undressed them with that device, the way he had changed them without them knowing it.
Both boys blushed red at the knowledge that this lecherous man had been so cruel to them. They remembered his lingering glances and the way he had chuckled to himself as he had manipulated their bodies without their permission.
Chuck ignored their discomfort and clicked another button. Two large mirrors appeared in front of them.
There they stood, their bodies changed from neck to mid thigh. Each looked at the other, Wyatt seeing the hairy body of Aaron, his jutting nips and his drooping, fleshy cock. He licked his lips without thinking.
Arron saw Wyatt, his pierced and tattooed body a swirl of color and words. Then his eyes shifted back to himself and the changes that had been made. He blushed again as his cock hardened at the sight of his own hirsute frame.
Chuck made a slight cough. Drawing both boys attention to himself.
"I've got a proposal for you two." Chuck said stonily. "You religious folks always talk a big game about loving thy neighbor, and turning the other cheek, and whatnot. Frankly, it's really annoying. I've been given immense power, power to change the world as I see fit. I want to see what you boys decide to do when really tested."
Arron and Wyatt blanched. Both would have shivered under the hungry gaze and callous words of the evil man before them if either had control of their bodies but instead they said nothing.
Chuck continued, "So, I'll give you a choice. If you want, I'll let you both go on as you look now, with no further changes. But, if you want, I'll undo everything I've done."
The missionaries eyes widened. This guy was a madman. He was crazy to think they would keep what he had done to them. The way he had defiled their bodies, made them different, made them freakish.
"But, there's a catch," Chuck said, his grin widening, "If you decide you want to me to undo your changes, I will, but I'll do much much more to the other of you. I'll give you a few seconds to decide."
Elder Aaron spoke immediately, "We won't ever turn against each other. You're a creep who enjoys playing God but you're not going to make us turn on one another."
Chuck said nothing, waiting patiently.
For a while, Elder Wyatt said nothing. His lip quivering.
Chuck said in a singsong voice, "Laaast Channnce!"
It was then that Wyatt said, "Change me back! I can't go back home with all these tattoos and piercings." The words came out in a rush almost falling unbidden from his mouth.
Chuck laughed, "I knew one of you would crack. Oh ye of little faith. You could have both gone out of here with my changes covered up by your silly magic underwear. Hell, a little patience and some tattoo removal and you could have lived a relatively normal life."
Elder Aaron turned his head to shoot daggers at Wyatt through the mirror.
"You selfish shit fuck!" He spat.
Chuck laughed again and clicked a few keys the tattoos and piercings that had disfigured Wyatt's torso and upper legs vanished. He stood there stark naked but just as he had the morning before, clean of the evil that Chuck had wrought upon him.
"I forgot how stupid sounding people who never cuss can sound when they finally let loose." Chuck said.
Well, you heard your brother missionary Elder Aaron. It's time for you to change.
Aaron gasped as he felt the itching he had suffered through the night before spread to his extremities. The dark hair bloomed down his arms and his legs. He even gained dark tufts on the tops of his feet. But, the changes didn't stop there. Aaron watched as the toes of his feet grew longer. Each one tapping the floor as they stretched away, gaining the ability to reach and grab and hold.
"Give us a full show!" Chuck said with a showman's flourish, clicking a few keys with his one hand and twirling his other.
Arron spun around showing his ass to mirror. Wyatt watched as instead of a hairy pair of cheeks he saw a bright pink baboon ass jutting out from Aaron's waist like a shelf. Between the cheeks Wyatt thought he saw a hot hairy hole.
Aaron flung himself back into the couch that was behind them, bending his legs, and grasping his cock with both feet. Pinching his large nipples with his hands, Aaron masturbated at a furious pace as his ears grew larger on his head and his face sprouted a trimmed beard.
"Since you were so quick to sell out your friend, why not add some of your changes as well!?" Chuck said glaring at Wyatt.
He typed some more and a large ring appeared in the foreskin of the monkey man, two barbells went through his big nipples and one glittering stud pierced his left ear. Arron moaned in sharp arousal as the piercings on his nipples gave him an even greater ability to twist and yank the bright pink protrusions on his chest.
On his bright pink ass, tattoos appeared. On the left cheek, the words, "GO APESHIT!" appeared in a style that looked like they were stamped on and on the right cheek, a punch of bananas appeared with one peeled, revealing the bulbous tip of a cock.
Wyatt had tears running down his face as he looked upon Elder Aaron, lost in self pleasure. Surprisingly, his modest cock had become fully erect at the sight of his coworker in the vineyard debasing himself on the black leather couch.
Finally, Aaron shot his load with an almost inhuman roar.
He lay back panting in the afterglow.
That's when Wyatt heard those fateful words, "Now, as for you Elder Wyatt..."