The Disc - a transformation story
A padded envelope, addressed to Mr and Mrs Thorpe, contained a home-burnt dvd and a brief note on a post-it.
âDear Steven and Sara, we found this and thought youâd love it. Make sure you watch it together! Love, Paul & Hannah xâ
After dinner on Friday night, the Thorpes sat down together and popped the disc into their player. They hadnât seen Paul and Hannah since they moved away to Maine more than a year earlier, but the small mystery of the content of this unmarked disc was titillating, and sort of fit with the type of fun activities the couple would play together - quizzes, treasure hunts, crafting. Maybe it was something funny theyâd seen.
Now in their forties, Steven and Sara were happy but very much in a rut. He was balding, bony and kind of puny; she was dumpy and flat-chested. Sex had never been a priority for them, though their infrequent fooling around was fine, it was unimaginative and repetitive. Still, they snuggled together on the couch and Sara hit play on the remote.
A video started up. It was grainy and glitchy, and black and white, and consisted of a chain of brief snippets, each between about two and twenty seconds long and accompanied by low bursts of static. They showed the following:
A bed, filmed through the window of a decrepit house.
A pair of hands grasping a metal bar.
A womanâs mouth, with dark lipstick and plump lips, slowly opening in a show of pleasure.
The shadow of rectangular object, perhaps a building or large slab, looming and lengthening over a concrete floor.
A naked woman, from behind, kneeling on the floor. Her body is lithe and her bottom pert and round. She begins to turn to the camera, but it cuts away before her face is revealed.
âWhat is this?â asked Steven, amused and puzzled. Sara shifted in her seat, transfixed. The video continued. Â
A lightbulb which flickers, then becomes steadily brighter until the screen was completely bleached out with the intensity.
A womanâs hands, with painted nails, around the throat of an unseen man. The hands squeeze, then release and scratch down his broad chest and stomach, taking hold again when they reach his large, erect penis.
A woodland, and a hand pulling aside some foliage to reveal a cave in a small cliffside.
From a distance, a man and woman having sex in an empty room. He, significantly larger than her, kneeling behind her and pushing her head down. Her large breasts are visibly pressed against the floor.
ââŚJesus,â whispered Sara. Steven could feel the blood rushing to his hardening dick.
Two thick fingers pressing into a pale, hairless anus. A glitch, then the same shot, but this time the fingers have been joined by two feminine ones. They pump wetly into the hole a few times, then begin to pull it open.
A tongue dancing over the thick glans of a penis.
Ice cubes on a serving tray, melting rapidly.
A pile of writhing bodies numbering in the hundreds, filmed from such a distance that details are indistinct.
Steven held Sara closer. They were both sweating, troubled but aroused by what they were seeing. Breathing heavily, Sara slipped a hand between her legs, and the other between her husbands.
A dress being ripped roughly from a womanâs body, exposing one of her large, round breasts.
A close up of a manâs mouth, his tongue pressed deep between labia. After a couple of seconds of pixellation, the mouth is now kissing and sucking on an exposed, hard clitoris. The face is dripping wet.
Fingers in a womanâs mouth.
A manâs eyes, reflecting a burning building.
Hands in thick hair, caressing and pulling.
Semen splashing a womanâs chin and mouth.
Then blackness and silence.
The compulsion came over Sara first. She shifted to face Steven, pushing her hand down the waistband of her jeans, into her panties, stirring the wetness about her clit with her index and middle fingers. Steven was only seconds behind. His eyes glazed over as he grabbed his wifeâs throat, pulling her roughly in for a long, deep kiss. She leaned back, opening her mouth as wide as she could as he leaned over her, lips tight against hers, exploring the back of her mouth with his tongue. He was voracious. She began sucking on his tongue, moaning. A noise from the television made them stop.
At some point, the images had begun again on the screen, but this wasnât the rapid, haunting sequence of before. It was no less strange though. It was in colour and had sound, and showed their Paul and Hannah, the friends who had sent the disc, fucking on a living room floor. It was stark, raw, unedited footage, one long static scene. The couple were grunting, swearing, panting and pawing at each other. Even to Sara and Stevenâs sex-clouded minds, it was clear that something radical had happened to their friends. Hannahâs plump figure had become a perfect hourglass, tiny at the waist but incredibly full at the hips and breasts. Her dark skin was taut rather than puffy, and her legs shapely. As she sat atop Paul and threw her head back, it seemed as if the worlds finest artist had resculpted her face. It was still Hannah, but it was a sultry, refined, beautiful version of her.
Paul too had been the recipient of some amazing boon. He had always been tall, but as he stood over Hannah and she sucked on an enormous pair of balls it was clear that he was now a giant. Seven feet at least to Hannahâs five, he had exploded into masculinity. His white cock lay across his wifeâs gorgeous black face as she diligently pulled on his balls with her thick lips, his length extending beyond her forehead by six inches. A smile played above his now square jaw. With one muscled arm, he braced himself against the ceiling and pushed his wifeâs face below his scrotum where she eagerly began to lick his ass.
Sara and Steven watched unblinking as their old friends fucked like gods on their television. Their breathing slowed when they saw Paul slide his huge dick inside his wifeâs huge ass, pumping her full of come as she fisted her own pussy. The Thorpes edged closer to the screen as their friends collapsed on one another in satiated bliss.
Their fingers traced the image of their friends, stroking the surface of the LED image. Suddenly, the television screen yielded and became soft where it met their hands, and they sank into it up to the wrists despite the thinness of the modern appliance. Zombie-like, they waited as static and color flowed from the image over them for a moment. Then, as the screen went black and quiet again, the Thorpes fell back onto the floor, writhing in pleasure as they were remade.
Steven began to grow. His arms and legs stretched, his neck thickened, and his body became broad and powerful. Hair sprouted rapidly from his thinning scalp, thick and dark, and pushed out from his chest. He crumpled his now useless glasses effortlessly in one hand and pulled his ruined t-shirt away with the other. Now stretched around muscular thighs, he pulled down his cargo pants and boxers, and began stroking his new wrist-thick dick and fondling his heavy, low hanging balls.
Beside him, his wife had evolved into an incredible beauty. Her now high cheekbones and thick hair gave her the face of a model, though the plumpness of her lips made her seem more like a pornstar. She clutched at her breasts as they bulged beneath her plaid shirt. They overfilled her hands quickly and her buttons began to pop off. They were beautiful and round, undaunted by gravity. Her jeans, already around her thighs from her earlier attention, were forced lower as her hips and ass grew out and her legs lengthened. Unlike Hannahâs tiny, pinched in waist, Saraâs was lean but athletic. She stood, kicked out of her jeans and showed herself to her mate. Her panties were pulled tight over her pussy and ass, which were aching to be fucked.
Overcome and permanently transformed by the effect of the strange film, Sara and Steven Thorpe embarked on their new life of sexual indulgence. Nothing mattered except the pursuit of physical pleasure⌠and the mailing of the five blank dvds that their player inexplicably spat out.
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