"Alright," Paul announced, eyes gleaming with excitement, "I think it's my turn."
"Do whatcha ye desire, matey," Matt drawled in his pirate lingo, curious but unknowing of what Paul had in mind.
The Chronivac hummed to life again, this time its energy enveloping Paul. Immediately, he felt the tingling spark of the transformation, making his breath hitch. He chose the texture of his skin to change, morphing into the silky touch of a neoprene scuba diver's suit.
"Oh," he gasped, heat flushing over his skin as the sensation heightened his arousal. His clothes melted away, replaced by the body-hugging suit. His body began to change too, gaining bulk and muscle. The normally lanky Paul was suddenly sporting well-defined biceps and chiselled abs.
"Avast, ye scurvy diver!" Matt beckoned, grinning through his fearsome canine features. "Come give yer ol' cap'n a bear hug."
Unknown emotions flared in Paul's chest as he approached Matt. As a diver, he was drawn to the depths and mysteries of the ocean. This... this was a different kind of adventure he had never anticipated.
As they embraced, the friction of their unique skins against each other sent waves of intense pleasure shooting through both their bodies. Neoprene rubbed against paper-like skin, creating an electrifying sensation neither of them had ever experienced before.
“Oh,” Paul gasped, the unexpected pleasure causing his knees to buckle. His grip tightened on Matt's cartoon body, his fingers tracing the flat, smooth surface of his friend's blue pirate coat.
On his part, Matt was faring no better. The softness of Paul's neoprene suit was unimaginably sensual against his paper-like skin. "Blimey," he gasped, feeling a new wave of arousal sweeping over him. The sensation was doubled as Paul clung back onto him, increasing their contact.
They stood there, locked in their embrace, the room heavy with the intensity of their mutual pleasure. Their bodies throbbed as they rubbed against each other, every movement, every heartbeat sending more arousing pleasure coursing through them.
"Arr, matey," Matt growled with surprising lucidity, despite the situation's overwhelming pleasure. "This be one hell of an adventure, ain't it?"
Paul huffed out a laugh, lips stretched into a pleasure-filled smile beneath the diving regulator. "Aye, cap'n. An adventure indeed."
His feet began to tingle next, shifting as diving fins grew out, replacing his regular shoes. The unique sensation was intense, making Paul moan in arousal. His member retracted, morphing into a smooth, rounded bulge in the suit.
"By Davy Jones's locker, what be happenin' thar?" Matt exclaimed, awestruck by the sudden transformation.
"Not telling," Paul managed a breathless reply, gasping as the scuba set integrated itself into his body. The tank took its place on his back, the regulator growing directly from his mouth, filters resting on his cheeks.
Finally, his head began to morph, a diving mask appearing over his eyes. An air of mystery now surrounded him, the full transformation not just physically arousing, but mentally as well.
"Scurvy dog, ye be changin’ yerself into a diver?" Matt's cartoon voice rumbled, his eyes wide.
"Aye aye, cap'n," Paul replied, adopting the stereotypical sailor's lingo, his speech coming through the regulator, surprisingly unimpeded.
"Arr, me hearty. Ready to find the sunken treasure?" Matt responded, chuckling with delight at Paul's transformation.
"Always ready, cap'n," Paul agreed, flexing his new muscles, his body thrumming wildly from his own arousal.
The room filled with a tangible energy, both friends reveling in the exquisite pleasure of their unique body transformations, ready to embark on a new adventure.