In the midst of their shared pleasure, the Chronivac began to glitch wildly, its switches flickering on and off rapidly. It sparked with a surge of energy before a brilliant light engulfed both Matt and Paul, their bodies instantly feeling magnetically pulled towards each other.
"Blimey, what be happenin'?!" Matt cried out, panic evident in his voice as he felt his body sticking to Paul's.
"I don't know!" Paul yelped, trying and failing to pull away from Matt's body as their skins adhered to one another.
Their bodies started to shift and meld, Matt's flat cartoon form blending with the neoprene texture of Paul's. The energy was intense, the sensation pleasurable but apprehension gnawed at the edges of the arousal. The process of merging was almost as sexually tantalizing as their transformation.
Eventually, the light dimmed, leaving behind a single entity. What stood there was a bizarre, otherworldly combination of a cartoon pirate's wolf body and a diver's form. The pirate's coat still clung to the body, now embedded with the texture of neoprene. The muscular form of Paul mixed perfectly with Matt's cartoon anatomy, creating a rugged, muscular, yet flatly stylized form. The animalistic head was adorned with the diving mask, the regulator integrated into the wolf-like muzzle.
Their feet were a combination of black, shiny boots and diving fins - making it appear as if the boots had grown into fins. The colors were a mixture of the pirate's blue and the neoprene's black, creating a stunning two-toned effect.
"Blimey, this ain't right!" Matt's voice echoed from within, clear despite the regulator's presence.
"I... I feel the same. We're one?!" Paul's voice overlapped, matching Matt's level of surprise and consternation.
As much as the transformation was erotically pleasing, the realization of their situation brought on a sense of urgency. They were two separate minds trapped in one body, both capable of thought and speech but sharing physical senses. Although they had agreed to explore the bizarre capabilities of the Chronivac, neither had expected to merge into a single entity.
"We need to fix this!" Paul asserted, his mental voice filled with determination.
"Aye, mate," Matt agreed. "Let's try to pry ourselves away from this blasted machine."
And so, they approached the still flickering Chronivac together in their merged form, their minds racing with the surreal complexity of their current situation.
In their shared urgency, both of their minds worked in tandem, scanning the Chronivac's control options. There, amidst the blinking lights and buttons, they found one that seemed like it could work. A command labelled 'Split', it seemed like their best bet to separate themselves.
"Let's hope this works," Paul's voice murmured from within their shared entity as Matt pressed the button.
A bright pulse of light emanated from the Chronivac, and for a moment, their merged form felt duplicated, stretched and then, split. The sensation was one of weird discomfort mixed with a peculiar thrill.
When the light finally dimmed, they indeed found themselves separated – only, not in the way they had hoped.
Now, standing next to each other were two identical forms; both were the same mix of a cartoonish pirate wolf and a muscular diver. Each form housed the minds, thoughts and voices of both Matt and Paul.
"Wait, this ain't right!" Matt's voice echoed from both entities, confusion evident.
"I can see... us?" Paul's echoed through the entity next to him causing a wave of disorientation. "But we're still stuck together... only now there's two of us?"
Both forms - identical in their hybrid looks - regarded one another. Instead of separating as they had hoped, the Chronivac had created a duplicate. They were still merged versions of themselves, only now, there were two merged versions.
Their collective frustration was palpable, even as their bodies still simmered with lingering arousal. They had wished for an adventure – and an adventure it was. Now, they just needed to figure out how to resolve this peculiar predicament.
Another brilliant flash came from the Chronivac, a wave of otherworldly energy washing over both entities. The feeling of being stretched, duplicated and then reformed hit both entities again, only this time, it was more intense, more disjointed.
When the light finally dimmed, four entities stood where two had previously stood. Except, now they were a jumble of cartoon pirate wolf and diver, discordantly put together in mismatched combinations. Their forms were a chaotic mix of colours, textures and body parts – neoprene mixed with paper-like skin, pirate boots merged with diver fins, muscular human limbs attached to cartoon bodies, and so on.
Two of them held the distinct minds of Matt and Paul, separated at last from their shared form.
"Matt? Is that you in there?" Paul addressed one of the disorganized forms, pointing at the mismatched body housing a cartoon head and a muscular torso.
"Aye, matey," came the pirate drawl in response. "An' that you, Paul?"
"Yeah, it's me... we've got some serious fixing to do."
Meanwhile, the other two forms seemed to house mixed versions of their minds. One had a typically pirate's syntax, but with a diver's accent. The other held a diver's behaviours riddled with a pirate's characteristic outbursts. There was a sense of familiarity, yet they were distinctly different as well.
"I'm not Matt... Or Paul," one of the new entities, looking like a cartoon human diver, muttered thoughtfully. "I'm... Patt."
The other entity, a curious mix of a wolf-headed, muscular pirate nodded. "Right. And I'm not Paul, or Matt. I'm Maul."
"Maul and Patt," Paul mused, looking at the chaotic result of their adventure gone awry.
"Aye, Patt and Maul, together with Matt and Paul," Matt chimed in, looking at their strange doppelgangers. "This be one hell of a treasure hunt, blimey!"
"We've got work to do," Paul agreed, taking the first steps towards untangling the mess they found themselves in. And though they all felt the lingering arousal from their transformations, the task at hand had become a priority.
With a newfound urgency, Matt and Paul busied themselves with the Chronivac. They selected the 'Revert' option, hoping to undo the bizarre transformations they had experienced.
As the machine hummed back to life, the blue energy field enveloped them. Slowly, their misshapen forms reshaped and returned to their original human bodies. The neoprene texture melted away into soft human skin, the paper-like texture replaced by a normal tactile sensation. Their heads, too, returned to their original appearances, the pirate-wolf and the diver a thing of memory now.
Meanwhile, Patt and Maul watched their originals revert to their human selves, a curious gleam in their eyes.
"We don’t actually have a place in the world," Maul observed, a hint of trepidation mixed with excitement in his voice. "We've got no obligations."
Patt nodded, a thoughtful expression on his mixed face. "True. We could be anything! Imagine the possibilities."
A twinkle sparked in Maul's eyes. "What about becoming mythological creatures? Like... a Minotaur or a Centaur?"
Patt considered it, his mixed pirate-dive features forming a grin. "Or what about superheroes? We could be our own crime-fighting duo!"
Their conversation continued, their minds lost in a world of possibilities. They were free creatures, born of a glitch and thus, unbound by pre-existing contexts. The world was their oyster, the Chronivac their key, ready for further mind-boggling transformations.
Meanwhile, Matt and Paul, looking human and normal again, sighed with relief. The adventure was over, at least for now, but for Patt and Maul, it was just beginning.