This choice: I change my target to a married couple. • Go Back...Chapter #4I change my target to a married couple. by: Unknown Satisfied with the adjustments made to the woman with highlights, I decided to move away from the crowd and find another person to transform. I walked up the beach for nearly half an hour looking for an ideal location, some place secluded way from any overseers. Eventually I found a far off spot with several high beach dunes spread out over a 30 meter or so area.
Hidden between two large mounds of sand and grasses, I saw a middle aged couple. The man was overweight, nothing horrendous, just the result of drinking several beers and eating too many nachos. His arms and legs were broad, but not every well defined. It looked like he hadn't shaved in two or three days, the lines and creases in his skin were starting to deepen and his hair was turning a silvery. The woman looked to be around the same age, but she had notably less lines of aging. She wore a white sleeveless v-shaped top and ankle length skirt. Her exposed arm was pale and placed on top of her husband's, going by the silver wedding bands around their fingers.
Staying out of sight, I began working.
I wanted to really push the limits of my powers, so the first thing I did was place them in a mental haze. I didn't want them to react as the transformation took place. I wanted to see them react after it was over.
I began working of the wife first. Her breasts were peach sized, slowly they started growing towards orange sized, then grapefruit, honeydew melon, and eventually large spherical watermelon. They completely tore through her shirt and the sudden increase in weight made her topple over into the sand. She would have landed face first in the sand, had her now enormous breast not broken the fall. To support her new bust she would need stronger bones and more muscle mass would probably help. Her shoulders broadened and thickened, her ribs became slightly larger, but her waist shrank. The muscles started building themselves up in her shoulders, back, arms, and legs. Layer upon layer added itself to her body until she looked like a season fitness model.She was impressive, not finished. Her body began lengthening, pushing her face into the sand. Still she could use more work; her hips began to thicken until she hand an hourglass figure, destroying her skirt leaving behind only the tattered remains of her undergarments. The greys in her hair turned black and her skin started to deep from a pale white to rich honey brown. No blemishes or discoloration, so go along with the new face hidden beneath the sand.
Using the wife as a base, I began making changes to the husband. She was tall, but with in seconds he dwarfed her. All the fat evaporated from his body exposing the muscles hidden underneath. His height increased stretchered out his muscles, so instead of looking powerful, he looked weak and sickly. Almost immediately his muscles started compensating for the height change. They grew and bulged outward until he was proportionally large compared to his original form, but they didn't stop. They continued to grow and add more and more mass to his frame, until his skin nearly tore open. The distance from the end of his left deltoid to the end of his right was easily the length of a car. His pecs ballooned outward almost as much as his wife's breasts, his abs started off as a six pack, but quietly developed into an eight. His arms were the size an ordinary man's chest, and covered with deep striations between the different muscle groups and an extensive network of large veins. His legs were just as defined; his quads were the diameter of large tires and his calves dwarfed most bodybuilders’ biceps. His genitals looked absolutely minuscule, with his new body. His penis started growing, it didn’t get harder, but it did lengthen and thicken to almost comically large dimensions. Below it, his testicles started to swell until they became larger than softballs. His skin changed to match his wife’s, but continued to darken until it became a dark earthy brown. The grey in his hair turned into sun streaked strands of brown and blonde. The lines in his face faded, his skin became tighter and more elastic. His jawline widened as his chin simultaneously became stronger and more defined but less prominent. His cheekbones moved upwards, his eyebrows thickened, and his nose straightened itself.
Satisfied with the transformations, I let the couple out of their haze.
For several seconds neither of the two moved or even made a sound. Thinking I somehow messed up I began moving toward them, but stopped with I heard the wife start moving.
She was coughing and flailing her arms about, panicking at finding herself suddenly in the sand. The husband made a motion to assist when he suddenly fell over.
“Alex? Alex…Alex, where are you,” shouted the wife between spitting out mouthfuls of sand.
“I’m,” started Alex in a deep voice like thousand brass instruments.
He looks over at the titanic woman laying the sand in front of him. She seems familiar, but he has not memory of her. They stare at each other for several moments. He drinks in her large breasts and curvy body, before noticing that her face, young and angular, with the smoldering sexually of a proud woman. She looks at his face, then his herculean build, and finally her eyes fall on his cock.
“Alex?”
“Jen?”
“What happened to you?”
“What happened to me? What happened to you?”
“What are you,” she stops mid-sentence as she notices the new weight at the front of her chest.
“Oh my god. Oh god. Where did these things come from? Oh my god, oh my god.”
She leaps into the air and starts panicking. She takes one step, then falls over, her breasts once again breaking her fall.
Alex rushes to her aid. He struggles to walk correctly, but he manages to reach Jen. As he expends an arm to help lift her up, catches a view of his enlarged arm. Jen looks up to find Alex looming over her, with a monstrous arm stretched toward her. She extends her own arm out to him, but he doesn't take it. Instead he continues to stare at arm.
"Alex. Alex, help me up."
Alex stops staring at his muscles and grabs Jen's hand.
"Ouch!"
She scream out in pain and pulls her hand out of his grasp.
"What? What is it?"
"You almost broke my hand."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Jen rubs her injured hand for a moment, while continuing to stare at her husband.
"Alex is that really you?"
"Yes. I mean I think I'm me. You you really Jen?"
"I think so."
Jen pushes herself off the sand. She stands for several seconds before strong gust of wind knocks her off balance. She starts falling toward. Alex wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her toward him. Jen smacks into his chest. It's harder than steel, harder than diamond even. She's in pain from the impact and from his arms encircling her waist.
"Alex let go. You're holding me too tight."
Alex loosens his hold, but doesn't let go. Jen looks up into his strikingly handsome face. Her legs become weak, her pulse quickens. Her eyes start to roam about, taking in the vast dimensions of her husband's new body. Instead of being eye level with his nose, she is eye level with his nipples. Her arms travel to the arms still wrapped around her. She then looks down at her breasts and again at her husband's biceps. His right bicep alone is larger than her head, larger even than one of her breast.She once again begins exploring his body with her eyes, before running her fingers along the hard fibers hidden underneath his dark skin.
As she explores his body, Alex takes notice of hers. She's tall and muscular with various healthy curves. He can't move his eyes off her massive breasts, specifically the large dark areola and nipple protruding in the center. He feels something stir within him, something primal, something animistic. He looks down, but finds he can't see over his pecs.
Jen gives a yelp.
"What was that?"
Alex continues to struggle to look down, while Jen gasps.
"It that?"
"Uh, yeah I guess it is."
"We need to get inside before someone sees us."
"Jen, you're like six feet tall with boobs the size of beach balls. I'm at least seven feet tall and built like Hercules. If we leave these dunes everyone is going to see us."
"Then what do we do?"
"I'll give you a hint."
Without warning he readjusts his arms around Jen's body and lifts horizontally into the air before placing his lips against hers.
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