Now this will be kind of hard to explain.
When the Wave hit, Penny was screaming and then howling as she shrunk and started growing chihuahua hair all over her. I saw her hand and feet crack, darken, shrink, and then thicken as then turned into paws and grimaced as she clutched her face as it protruded into a short snout, pushing them back.
All the while, my back was cracking at every joint as I shot up in height and then began to muscle up.
I fell to my knees and then my hands as they began to swell and swell as I felt newfound power.
They ripped apart my shirt and pants into tattered pieces of cloth, leaving me entirely naked.
I was too busy flexing to really care though.
And then I got even more distracted when I felt my dick grow in.
My clitoris began to lengthen and thicken, all the while becoming slightly veiny - it was at this point I knew what it was.
It thickened
And lengthened
And thickened
And lengthened
Until it stood a good 6 inches hard, throbbing.
Two nice-sized testicles dropped in afterward, the left before the right.
My eyes were transfixed on the bouncing head of my new male member.
I swung it to the right and left, up and down and laughed as it bounced, dripping clear pre-cum from its tip.
I reached to touch it, with four arms now (I didn't realize I had the extra unbuffed two until later) when I went flaccid looking at Joe.
Penny and I were too focused on our own transformations at the time, and so Joe's went unnoticed, till the end.
He had fallen out of his wheelchair, and should have landed straight on his face.
But his head wasn't in the right position.
Replacing it was a 17-inch flaccid and thick penis, with balls to match, that flopped on the ground as Joe flailed around helplessly on his now entirely limbless body.
Gently, as Penny watched, hyperventilating, I picked him up, with my un-muscular arms, and placed him gingerly on his kitchen chair, pulling off his now too-tight shirt and busted track shorts.
A limbless, squirming, entirely female body sat before us wide-eyed mutants.
Morphologically, it couldn't have been more than 25-30 years old.
Replacing its head was the aforementioned dick that rested, balls and all, between the left and center breasts of the three jiggling D-cups that lined themselves evenly horizontally on its chest.
And in its crotch stuck out a female head connected by a small, stiff "neck".
It was gorgeous in every regard, with angled cheeks, beautiful brown hair, and a cute nose,
Save for its extremely sweaty and agitated, beet-red flushed expression,
And the cute but puckered anus that entirely replaced its mouth.
Joe was farting out of it, angrily and often before he had to stop since his nose was right above the asshole.
At the time, I was sort of happy that the bastard would be permanently shut up.
But still, I was horrified.
Penny and I just looked at each other for the next minute, mouths agape.
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We got dressed, and then dressed Joe.
For once, his baggy old man clothing came in handy.
At least for him and Penny - I had to wear a bathrobe to cover my top.
Quick note, we only covered Joe's top.
His bottom half's relocated head would fit in anything, and, turning him over, Penny and I found a horizontally-placed mouth between the cheeks of his gorgeous pear-shaped ass (I didn't have one before, and I still don't have one now . . .).
It could breathe and move as if it was talking, but it couldn't produce any vocal sound.
It still can't.
Continuing on,
I noticed that Penny was better right away, trying constantly to de-stress the situation by cracking jokes and shit like that.
I did too, and it was then, I've gotta say, that we began to bond as we made dinner that night, but we were still quite worried for Joe.
He was entirely helpless now. He couldn't speak anymore, effectively move independently anymore, and no longer had arms to use to help himself out with a few things.
His field of vision was even reduced.
We watched the news as we ate dinner - the reheated fried green tomatoes with some good-old mac-and-cheese on the side - but had to turn it off once Joe started crying. We didn't notice until he started shaking in his "designated" chair and sniffling uncontrollably.
I picked him up and cradled him with my buff arms and wiped his tears and snot with my unbuffed pair.
Since he couldn't respond, after he relaxed, we guessed for him reasons as to why he became upset and asked for him to nod if we were right.
He slightly nodded when we said "the news" and teared up a good deal so when we said "his mutation" but really nodded when we realized we forgot he couldn't eat anymore.
We laid him out front-first on the dining table, on some towels with plastic wrap on top of them, and spread his cheeks to spoon-feed him mac-and-cheese.
It was so dang weird but strangely cute. It was like we were shoveling food up an asshole, but instead the asshole was a mouth with very nice lips that smiled often and mouthed "thank you" repeatedly.
I spontaneously said "good job" after Joe started to cry again on the 5th spoon.
We all froze.
And then Penny and I just lay into it, even hugging Joe towards the end of the bowl, to which we cheered and started running around.
We couldn't stop laughing when we fed him the green tomatoes.
It was sort of hard since Joe wouldn't stop laughing (silently), which not only prevented him from biting, but caused his asscheeks to keep wobbling and hitting our hands holding the food.
And every time it happened, we laughed even more.
I couldn't believe it that night.
I'd must have given Joe about 200 compliments.
I hadn't ever laughed that much though.
A little time later, we went to wash up.
Penny volunteered to help me wash Joe, but I declined - I had to do it before sometimes when Joe "wasn't feeling like it", but now it was even easier.
I carried him upstairs on my right shoulder with ease, stripped him, and plopped him in the shower with me - I threw on my swimming shorts and associated sports bra. I gave him and his new lady body (which I could tell he was inquisitive about) a good washup - scrubbing his three tits and his nice ass quickly - while always making sure he could actually breathe (his mouth was constantly squished, and his nose was pretty close to the shower floor).
We almost completed the task without incident before I accidentally made his dick hard while cleaning it - leading to several flustered reactions . . . and curiosity on my part.
Yeah, yeah, come on - pretty much every woman who gained a penis stroked it off on the first night.
I used my buff arms though, so it lasted much shorter than I thought it would . . .
I couldn't help but note how helpless and shy Joe looked as I dried him and every crevasse of his body off - he gingerly shimmied his body as I dried his back and shoulders and blushed as I went between the asscheeks.
He even smiled - I could see it in his eyes, cheeks, and awkwardly stretched anal sphincter - when I blow-dried his hair.
When we were all done and dry - Penny took way longer because of her new fur - Penny and I brushed our teeth (Penny's new dog-snout jaw is weird to brush) and then went on to Joe. It was weird, to say the least, but, again, so weirdly adorable to see him spit out water.
I helped him take a piss before bed - I just held him over the toilet bowl and watched the dick do its business.
Penny and I tried the same - the fantastic feat of pissing standing up - and missed the bowl on the first 2 attempts.
And then we went to bed.
Penny slept in the guest bedroom, and I in Joe's (well-kept because I always make it each morning and change its sheets) bed that night - I had to make sure he stayed on his side and didn't suffocate if the sheets came to close to his nose and if his mouth was stifled or anything, and to attend to him if he needed to take a midnight shit (like he usually did).
I didn't like it at first.
We couldn't go to sleep for a while because of Penny's damn Chihuahua-yelp snoring, so I just surfed cooking videos on YouTube during the meantime, logging recipes (that I thought Joe might like) on my phone for future use.
I was completely caught off guard when Joe snuggled up against me, crotch-mounted head's eyes gazing curiously at my phone screen.
His eyes were the only unchanged thing on his body. Fierce, very wise brown eyes that could be hilarious, furious, and jokingly cruel at the same time.
And they still were, at that moment, albeit wide, feminine, childlike, and perhaps, kind?
I looked back at my phone the moment he gazed up, puckering my lips impudently.
He snuggled closer to me, his three-breasts and right hip gently cushioning my side as his penis lay still, flopped on the bed.
And then he slept.
I may or may not have laid an arm or two around him after that.
I believe that Joe was crying earlier because he now was entirely helpless. Forever now dependent on our help.
But our help was good.
MY help was good.
My last thought before I fell asleep, cuddling Joe, was my realization that it wouldn't actually be too bad.