Megan was biting her lip and shivering in ecstatic bliss when the door from her garage to her house suddenly opened.
"MEGAN!!??" - cried two familiar voices.
"Unnggh-WHOOAAH . . . -mmmph . . . H-hold onn . . .," - Forced to turn of the simulation, Megan fumbled with the controls, accidentally increasing it by three levels before bringing it back down. Shaking her head and closing her eyes for a moment, Megan brought her blissfully swimming head back to Earth -
And with a rev, almost reversed into the garage door, startled at her friend . . . and her mother, who had fused into the same body.
They had been together at the gym when the Wave had hit . . .
Standing before Megan was a sweaty, abominable being that smelled of sweet deodorant, a result of the bizarre fusion between the fit bodies of Megan's friend Beth and her (universally declared MILF) mother. Beth's upper body, from just below her navel up to her head (or actually, her mother's head), had grown twice their size. Though she had not experience further muscle growth from the Fusion Wave, her rippling abs now made her seem as large as a bodybuilder - with four breasts. Two were her normal, original B-cup size, while the other two were titanic, watermelon-sized undulating orbs that were barely being covered by the towels the two women were wearing.
Megan was again taken aback by the absence of arms on Beth's enlarged torso. Attached to each of the enlarged shoulders were the lithe, shapely legs and buttocks of her mother, unmistakable due to the rose tattoo she had slightly above her ankle on her right leg - now present on both. Attached by their wide hips to Beth's equally wide shoulders, the legs were slightly lengthened and enlarged. Their muscles were almost naturally holding up the two women's shared body in a alien-like, spider-like form, squatting. Their lightly glistening, supple smoothness and length stood, like the pillars of a temple. Each donned a loose thong that only succeeded in making the legs seem even sexier, not doing much to hide the two curious bulges that wobbled in both groins - they looked far too large for camel toes - they had to be, somehow . . . dicks?
Her engine sputtering, Megan looked past the two women's embarrassed faces, momentarily directed her attention to the large replica of her mother's head that had enlarged with Beth's torso, matching the ratio, but not so much the skin tone - Beth's paler skin was separated by a thin line on her enlarged torso's neck with the more tanned skin of her mother. It was identical to her mother's head in every way, save for the fact that its mouth was gaping wide, "struggling" (not exactly, given the embarassed rather than the pained look the large eyes on the head gave) to stretch its posh lips around a long, hairless, smooth feminine arm. Almost naturally protruding from the mouth as if it
was a sheath, Megan noted its unnatural symmetry (it was neither a left or right hand, for the fingers to the right and left of the third were symmetric) before finally taking in the sheepish faces of her mother and friend, guiding her eyes down their necks and second body as her new engine sputtered again as she cleared her throat nervously.
Connected backward by its hips to her friend's enlarged torso, which was angled facing upwards, its barely concealed, illuminated jiggling mounds basking in the warm orange light from the garage ceiling, Megan's mother's tan torso bent comfortably upright on a lengthened
stomach area, muscles tensed, thanks to either years of yoga and fitness or plainly because of the transformation, or both, resting on Beth's enlarged torso's abs. Not considering its lengthened trunk, the fit body looked just as how the biker girl had remembered it, save for the presence of a third breast nested directly underneath the cleavage of her mother's existing pair. The scarf wrapped around it, along with the sports bra that concealed her mother's original pair, did a nice job of hiding the breast, but not the small stains of milk that encircled their centers on the fabric. Noting the two pairs of arms her mother's torso had, her original pair on top, and Beth's pair of arms below them, Megan finally paid attention the the heads of the two women.
Crammed side by side on her mother's not quite wide pair of shoulders, though their heads stood freely (her mother's was on the right, and her friend's was on the left, skin tone entirely out of place), their cheeks stood, at most two centimeters apart, their hairstyles tangled up. As a result, whenever one turned to look at the other, they gave the other an unintentional light peck on the cheek, which happened twice
with the two as they tittered quietly and blushed.
Having finally built up their courage, with a stammer, the two women finally looked up and opened their mouths to concurrently say:
"Heh . . . Hi."
Eyes jumping out of their sockets, eyebrows raised to the sky, hands clutching her skull, and mouth having dropped to the floor, with a rev, Megan yelled.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"
The husky reply was the usual - this time accompanied with a stamp from one of the glistening legs of the body.
"Language, miss!"