The room

Michael couldn’t help but look at the pulsating door. It seemed to warp and distort as if bending space its self.

“You want to have a look inside don’t you?” Dave asked

“Don’t know, what happens if I don’t?”

Dave grinned, “You’ll want to see, I can assure you.” He stood up and walked over to the door. His form seamed to change as he moved. The grey balding short fifty something man with a slight ponch grew around a foot in height. His chubby face thinned and his red blotchy completion transformed to a taught, fresh youthfully look. A thick head of hair sprouted and styled itself into a gelled back wave. Michael watched as his round stomach and man boobs disappeared to be replaced with a well-defined muscular chest and flat torso. His clothes also changed, the grubby black Fruit of the loom Tee shirt and shapeless brown trousers replaced with an Armani suit and white starched shirt with gold cufflinks protruding.

The stunning looking man turned and looked at Michael, his heart missed a beat as the smouldering look devoured him. Confused at his feeling, he felt compelled to stand and follow.

As they got close to the door Michael could see it was made of flesh, it was alive. It yielded as they approached, he looked up and around as the same faces he saw earlier in the Devils eyes pushed at the thin walls. He could see their shapes, their open mouths locked in silent scream. As Dave passed they repelled like opposite poles of a magnet. A long stair case leading up to a second door stretched out front of him. He put his left foot on the first step, then moved to put his right foot up on the second step. He placed it down. He gasped at the feeling that greeted him. His body moved in a downward direction although the stairs went up. He moved again, the same feeling greeted him. After three steps he’d reached the distant second door.

Dave now stood behind him. “Open it” He commanded.

Michael reached out a trembling hand and grasped the round door knob. He slowly turned and pushed. A surprised look spread across his face at the room before him.

At its centre stood a huge gothic four poster bed, red drapes hung from its vaulted roof and a lavish bear skin lay spread over its width covering a gold entwined quilted sheet. Large white feathered pillows were scattered at the far end and a single red rose lay in their centre. Countless paintings hung from the dark wood panelled walls. Each subject seemed to face him, as he stood, he could swear they were moving.

Antique furniture adorned the room, with ornate twisting of marble and mahogany adding to the sumptuous grandeur that overwhelmed him. He felt Dave’s presents pressing behind him, easing him forward. Without moving he travelled three feet into the room and he heard the door click shut.

Then he saw them.



The two girls stood on either side of the bed, naked. One blond, one brunette. Each posed with a slender hand lightly draped on her hip and one leg slightly bent. They didn’t avert their gaze from Dave.

Michael raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth as he took in the scene.

“What’d you think, Nice?”

“God they’re gorgeous...”

“Not them, you…”

Michael glanced over and at Dave, who looked him up and down. Michael followed his gaze. He stretched out his arms in disbelief. The back of his hands were different. He rolled them over and looked down at his arms, they were different too.

“What have you done?”

“Just a few modifications…”

Michael continued to look down at his body; his slightly flabby pigeon chest had been replaced by two impeccably sculptured pectoral muscles, hairless and tanned. He put his hand to his stomach and felt six ridges, not an ounce of fat. He moved his touch to his face and a chiselled jaw greeted him where once hung one less defined. The slightly larger than normal nose which received such ridicule replaced with a perfect sculptured version.

“I’m taller?”

Dave motioned to the area between his legs. He looked over at the girls who were staring back at him. He followed Dave’s motion. Hanging between his legs, the part of his body he’d become most accustomed to during the last three years of his masturbation habit had changed, for the better, for the much better. He reached down and took hold of the mighty member.

“Fuck me…” He said

“All in good time Michael…” Said Dave.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing, so…?”

“Yes… very nice, but why?”

“There’s no room for ugliness here Michael, look at those two over there, fucking stunning, they deserve the same, you like the look of them?”

“Yeah…” He paused.

“You’re right, bigger breasts.”

Dave put his hands out in front of him and brought the tips of his fingers and thumb together to make two pincer shapes; he spread his fingers so his hands were fully open. As he did Michael saw the girl’s breast enlarge about three sizes. He looked at Dave.

“Cool ah?” I nicked that from apple,” Michael looked down at the cock resting in his hand. “Oh for fuck’s sake…” Dave put his thumb and index finger together then parted them. Michael watched his cock grow another two inches. “Happy?”

Michael looked across at the girls who stood a gasp at his foot long cock. A wry smile spread across his face.

Dave gave a little nod and the girls climbed on the bed. They crept towards each other in a panther like movement, their eyes fixed with a wanton look of total desire… Michael’s cock twitched at the scene, “Steady on cowboy, you aint seen nothing yet.” Dave said.

The girls met in the centre of the huge bed, then, with their lips almost touching, paused.

Michael willed them on and as if commanded, they inched forward, their lips gently touched. The girls knelt on all fours, their now ample breast hanging below them. Michael couldn’t help but think of the time he’d spent in his cousin milking parlour.

Dave shook his head as he got a glimpse of the thought.

Locked in a passionate kiss the girls slowly embraced and descended onto the bed floating down unaided. The blond brought her hand slowly up to the side of her companions face and caressed her light skin.

Michael’s gaze fell from the kiss, down the entwined bodies to view the two immaculate virginas the girls displayed. Their pouting lips offering the promise of pleasures nearly unimaginable. He could almost taste them, feel their wetness folding around him.

His thoughts burst as he saw something strange. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Dave smiled at Michael’s confusion.

The blond moved her hand away from her friends’ cheek and elegantly trailed her long manicured fingernail down her neck and over her shoulder all the time holding the kiss that they seemed to be lost in.

The brunette gasped through her embrace and pulled back, their lips touched ever so slightly. The blond flicked out her tongue and the brunette attempted to catch the pink flesh with her lips. Michael’s eyes widened as he witnessed the fingernail penetrate the soft skin and leave a thick line of blood as if descended. The brunette inhaled deeply as a mixture of pleasure and pain race around her. She smiled, and fixed her stare on the women giving her so much.

As soon at the blood appeared, the wound closed and healed leaving no trace. Michael stood frozen to the spot as he followed the path of the touch. Down it went, further, closer.

It rounded the top of the brunette’s thigh and descended between her legs. The brunette shifted slightly to allow he friend access to her intimate parts. As her entrance yielded and her void filled with slender fingers, the passionate kiss reignited.

Michael stood with his engorged member gripped.

“Fucking good here innit” Said Dave.

“Yeah, fucking hell…”

Dave smirked. “Never a truer word spoken”

“Ah?”

“Oh, Nothing”

The pair watched the brunette reciprocated her lovers touch, she eased her fingers between the blondes’ legs and pushed inside her. Even Dave had to admit they looked pretty bloody good, and he’d seen his fair share of eroticism.

Both girls enjoyed the feeling they received from the other. Oblivious to the two men lusting after them.

Dave nudged Michael and handed him a thick rimmed glass, a familiar smell permeated his nostrils, he brought the glass to his lips and the two hundred year old single malt melted into his tongue.

“Well, Mikey me old mucker, this aint a spectators sport…Help yourself. I can’t wait to see what they’ll do with that monster.” Dave gestured to Michael’s huge phalli’s.

Michael went to move forward but Dave gripped hold of his thick arm “Oh, hang on, wait, check this out”

The blond broke the embrace; filled with lust for her lover she gently bit down on her neck. She eased her friend onto her back and slowly began her decent. The brunette closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her mouth opened slightly. She gasped as each kissed brushed her skin.

Michael stood motionless, hardly daring to breath. He’d never seen anything so erotic. Beats staring at a screen, he thought. He began to move his hand slowly up and down his heavy length. He looked down; his hand looked tiny in contrast to the monsters girth, he focused back on the girls.

The blond planted tiny kisses on the burettes breasts. She grasped a nipple between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Then moved across and flicked her tongue around the other erect nipple before moving down to plant several light kisses on the sensitive navel of the younger girl laying beneath her. Enjoying the power she commanded, the blond smiled and paused to watch her friend grip the dense fir and arch her back in pure pleasure. Light danced over her glistening breasts and erects nipples as she reeled with anticipation.

“Jesus…That’s fucking hot…” Said Michael

Dave looked around, “Oh, that cunts’ not turned up as he?” He said, laughing, “I’ll tell you a story about him later.”

Michael barley heard the voice, the sight in front of him totally holding his attention.

The blond descended and eased the brunette’s legs apart. Michaels’ view of the action now obscured he turned to Dave. “Don’t let me stop you, go round for a better look.” Michael heisted, Dave nudged him, “Go on ya twat…”

Michael took a step forward, his bare foot touch the thick carpet but he felt no weight, he floated forward, where the hell was he? The feeling alien too him.

The strange sensation moved to the back of his mind as he walked around the foot of the bed. The blond applied her light touch to the brunette’s intimate part. She eased her open with her fingers and moved forward. She extended her tongue and pushed between the pink folds. The brunette let out a low moan as she enjoyed the warm feeling pushing inside her.

From her position the blond looked up, she continued to pleasure her friend and reached out a slim hand. Michael took it and allowed himself to be pulled him onto the bed. He knelt, enjoying the vision before him.

Michael glanced over at a smiling Dave who now stood naked at the foot of the bed. He couldn’t help but stare at his strong muscular frame and his glance moved to his impressive member that hung semi flaccid between his legs. A yellow glow surrounded him, emanating from an ornate table lamp which allowed enough light to see, but not so much that sight could replace touch. As he sensed the blonds grip close in on him, his lust for the man increased, he found himself wanting his cock to push inside him to feel its girth stretch him open. He shook the new uneasy thoughts of arousal, and tore himself from the view.

He focused back on the blond who’d entwined her fingers with his. He watched as she pushed her tongue into the space between the legs that lay spread before her. Michael felt a pressure around his penis and looked down past his rippling torso. The Brunette had moved close and her bright red lips were stretching around his large helmet.

He should have cum a long time ago, the scene enough to allow the slightest touch to send him over the edge, he continued to survey the action without fear, he felt totally in control, able to supress the feeling at will like an experienced porn star.

He felt the blonds grip tighten again on his hand and the sensation move upwards. The pressure on his hand didn’t change as if his whole arm was entering something. He looked down, and panic gripped him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He exclaimed

“Michael, just relax, let it happen…” Came Daves voice through the haze.

Michael watched his arm melt into hers and his hand disappear, their bodies joined and he felt himself being pulled down towards her.

The Brunette gently eased her mouth from his cock, then took hold of his other hand and the same process began again.

Michael thought of the scene in The Abyss when panic overwhelmed the diver as the fluid filled his lungs; he only calmed when he’d accepted the new sensation. Michael relaxed as a warm feeling took over. The boundary’s he known to be reality were shifting with every second as he descended to an unknown place.

The girls moved into a trance like state and their eyes rolled to reveal pure white pupils. The situation now didn’t seem so strange, a feeling of pure ecstasy and joy grew and he gave himself over to it.

The blond returned to her task, her lips teasing and pushing at the sensitive flesh.

Michael gasped as he felt the pressure being applied to the brunette. The touch of a tongue, the probing fingers, the wanton urgency for penetration.

He sunk lower, at each point his body touched skin, it melted and mixed forming one body. His mind filled with new sensations. Nearly submerged, he gave himself totally. The brunette appeared before him. Her red lips inviting his kiss, pulling him further in. Her warm tongue pushed into his mouth and mingled with his, their lips touched but as before, the boundary of fact disappeared as he became one with her.

His surroundings changed. Gone were the red drapes, Dave and the dull light, the paintings and ornate furniture. A boundary of skin encompassed him, male body mingled with female. No one form existed, only a unified, seething mass of sex.

A sharp intake of breath spread as the feeling of penetration took them all. Michael felt a warm sensation envelop the area around his cock as one of the girls lowered herself onto him. The familiar feeling subsided, gradually being replaced by another. It pushed into him, stretched him, he wanted it further inside, then as the girl rose, the feeling left him. He often wondered what it felt like to be fucked…he just felt it.

He enjoyed the withdraw, as well as the withdrawal, he begged the space devoid of male flesh to be filled again, not caring for the confusion, just for the sensation. The blond appeared before him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and devoured him.

“Fuck me…” came a whisper, the words spoken as well as heard. Then again, “fuck us…be us…” The voice his, but not his own.