He felt his cock twitch again, and stifled a moan. Shinji couldn’t get the image of his ideal woman out of his head. Misato already drove him wild, but the version that he was imagining could make him cum with a wink. He felt his climax approaching as his hand wrapped around the throbbing, needy flesh between his legs. His hand sped up slightly as his other reached inside to cup at his balls. He massaged his sac while his other hand continued to slide up and down his length. He groaned as he rolled his testicles around in his palm. His mental image of Misato came back to supply him with the incentive to go faster, only in this vision, Misato was carrying a tiny bitchy Asuka. Shinji speed up as his dream Misato ran the tiny Asuka against her glistening sex. He could practically hear the wet slurp as Misato’s cunt swallowed up the doll sized German girl. Another groan escaped his throat and his hips began to rock in concert to his hand.

He was so unbelievably turned on, he trembled with desire and need. His hand continued to pump and occasionally he would stop to run his fingertip lightly across the helmet of his cock and send more pleasure across his already drowning nerves. With a final pump, Shinji’s piss slit widened and white gold sprayed out onto his hand and stomach. Like a volcano, it kept discharging his core liquid. When he was done, he lay in post-orgasm bliss for a few minutes before dragging himself back into reality. A strange numbness was coming from his stomach. He didn’t even have time to gasp before a transparent shape erupted from his stomach and feel down beside him in bed. The shape began to fill out and Shinji gasped as he saw Misato.

Being reformed had been an interesting experience for Misato. She had felt the void disappear and be replaced with the ceiling to her own bedroom. There was no brief flash of light or a go between location. Out of the void and back into her own room, nothing in-between the journey. She felt Shinji lying beside her and she turned with big smile to ask him how she tasted. Misato frowned when she saw the dumfounded look on Shinji’s face. His mouth was agape and his eyes looking down wide at her body. Following his gaze, she was shocked to find that her lovely 29-year-old body was not the way she remembered it.

Her currant body was very beautiful and had an astonishingly top-heavy bosom with two very big, very fat, very pink nipples on top. Her feet hung over the bed slightly and if she had to guess, she’d say that she was a little under seven feet tall. Misato’s eyes trailed over her figure and she was pleased to see that her already extremely curvy body was even shapelier. With a big, though superbly shaped, bottom, and proportionately wide hips, Misato was drop dead gorgeous. She turned to her bedside mirror and found her face hadn’t been modified, it just looked like her face when she approximately 24 years old. She trailed a hand over her rejuvenated face..

“Hot damn, Shinji I look like the sexist woman alive!” Misato squealed and grabbed Shinji in a bear hug. Shinji blushed and squirmed as he found himself between Misato’s new squishier and larger breasts. Misato held him tightly and wouldn’t let go. All the wrinkles from stress and all the sighs of the last five years were gone. Misato was mentally and physically in her sexual prime. Misato released Shinji when she felt something poke at her belly.

“You randy devil, I’m not alive a minute and already you want some lovin,” Misato giggled and wiggled her bigger body closer to Shinji.
“What are you talking about Misato?” Shinji asked, finding his voice at last. “I just gave a huge load, I’m in no condition to use my dick or anything.”

“Then, what’s pressing against my stomach?” Misato shifted her body away from Shinji and the both peered down. Nestled between their bodies was a tiny, very pissed Asuka.

“Why the hell am I small again?!” Asuka squeaked up at the giants surrounding her. Even after being eaten twice and shown what sex was like between Misato and Shinji the hard way, the irate high schooler still thought she was the queen of the world. Misato turned to Shinji sternly.

“Why’d you bring her back?” Misato asked, very disapproving of having her annoying formal room mate here. “Do you know the man things she said to me? She called me a raper and a slut. Why in Gods name did you bring her back?”

“Cause since I'm limp, I thought that you might need a dildo,” Shinji explained and Misato forgot her anger. She looked down at Asuka and saw that she was still screaming obscenities at them. An evil smile marred Misato’s face. Last time, Asuka had only been their toy for a few minutes before she was sent to her second death. Her third death was not going to be coming that soon.