Brad nearly vomitted. First off, the smell was choking, second off, the collar he wore was choking, thirdly off he was just plain nauseus. He hefted one muscular arm to wipe off his mouth when he noticed that his arm was huge. For that matter his chest was huge. and his exposed little Brad was huge. Then again, so were the chains that linked him to the wall. The stench od rotting meat and offal was nearly overpowering, but just the same he heard laughing, cursing, and an accusing voice that seemed to be speaking to him, "Teach them what a real man can do, eh Bragas? So what if they are as big as Herakles? They're still women you said. At least that bit about cutting off a tit was obviously a lie. Even bringing your sister along to see the sport of it all. Muscle-bound oaf..."
"Dude, I am way hung over right now," replied Brad. this had to be the strangest dream he had experienced in a long time. Besides, with the pounding headache and nausea he was experiencing it had to be a bad trip or something. The voice started to say something back when Brad finally vomitted. Violently. The last thing he thought before scotting back and falling unconscious was, "I don't remember eating that..."
Candace nearly tripped over the silky robe she wore. Something odd had happened to her, obviously a revenge wish from Sharon. She was huge! Thick, muscly arms, muscly legs... Okay, this had to be either the most pervese, twisted revenge wish ever, the most brilliant and subtle ever, or the stupidest. Although the tan was a nice touch, and the silk felt nice... When did she grow enough breasts to make a cleavage??? No, it was just wierd. She brushed a stray strand of jet clack hair from her face with a strong hand. Definately the wierdest revenge wish ever, and where the hell was she? Grumpily, Candace maneuvered her new body with her accustommed dancers' grace in the direction she was already facing. After all, she had to start searching for answers somewhere...
Rick yawned, stretched, and rolled over. Strangely enough having a gigantic set of breasts wasn't all that surprising to him. The deep, rich tan didn't surprise him that much, either. What surprised him was that the breast he was fondling as he woke up belonged to someone else. Someone with a face strangely resembling Robin Fosters'. Rick took a sharp, quick intake of breath and snapped up to a sitting position, his near-volleyball size tits following a few moments later. The woman next to him remained asleep. Sunlight filtered in through a window that showed equal parts ancient stone city and jungle. chained to the wall nearby was a man, somewhat shorter than Rick was, but well endowed and naked. Rick blinked as the thought of being drilled by the man failed to seem wholely unappealing, and swiveled her legs off the bed.
The Robin-esque woman did not waken, which filled him with a strange sence of well-being. Shifting away he noticed that the slightly darker skinned woman was hugely pregnant. It didn't take long for Rick to realize that it was not his baby, obviously unless there were some sort of magic involved... Wait, magic... Something about that seemed familiar, dangerous, and not entirely as pleasant as the prospect of huge breasted lesbian sex... He strode into the room to gaze out the window. The woman in the bed stirred, rolling off her side and sitting up, "Dearest Risha," she murmurred while rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "Is something wrong? Is it the war? Don't tell me you've been called back before our ch1ld can be born..."
Rick had no idea what to reply, so remained quiet. "It is the prisoner, the girl, isn't it? Don't hold it in, love, I know she resembles your sister, but she is an outsider, unable even to speak our language." The heavily gravid woman waddled up to Rick and draped an arm across her shoulder with a kiss, "I know I cannot convince you back into our bed, but I cannot remain on my feet for long. I shall have the male cook something for me, and leave you free to check on the foriegner."
Rick draped his feminine hand across not-Robin's and gave her a peck on the cheek. "You understand me better than anyone else," he lied. At least he was accustomed to lieing, and was able to sound sincere. "Rest. We want a," Rick didn't pause as he debated what to say next. Beautiful daughter? No, it would undoubtedly be true, but seemed inappropriate. Strong son? No, the male was chained to a wall, and called a male, not a man or even a boy. "Strong daughter," s/he finished with a strange feeling of pride. He leaned in to kiss the woman of near equal height to his own and was strangely not surprised when two of his "mate's" fingers gave a flourish in the folds of his own vagina.
Sharon looked at her reflection in the pool as she donned the crown. Here she was, some sort of midget Amazon queen. Either that, or people had strangely Greek sounding names here and mirrorred myth with surprising similarity. Still, the shawl seemed wrong, even as she turned, admired her own large, plump, firm ass for a few arousing seconds before striding down the corridor, unaware that her thong panties held the wishing power. Jim waited in his hut, Candace proceeded unknowingly to the temple library, Rick proceeded out into the city, Brad waited unconscious, and Brenda discovered a strange compulsion to read that she had never experienced before...
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