After a quick bit of work, Moriarty was done. Surveying the group, he felt a small swelling of pride, and his usual arousal.
The issue of Liz's breasts had been fairly straightforward: they had gone to Steven. Natalie and Carly had swapped hair; after an intense and, on some level, rather humorous, debate, Carly had also "won" the penis lottery. Since he had three vaginas to go around, Moriarty had gotten a little creative. Steven had two now: one from Carly and another, in back, from Natalie, who now had two anuses instead. Steven's waste plumbing had presented a particularly awkward problem, which he'd solved with some creative genetics that, if he'd been a normal scientist, would have won him either a Nobel or a chance to dance the hemp fandango: Steven's wastes all passed in a high-pressure liquid form through the front. That bit of medical mad science was the source of Moriarity's pride. The fact that Natalie was an anal-only girl and would always have a clean chute up front for fun--that was the source of his erection.
He'd adjusted their underwear as well: bras and silk panty briefs for Steven, so his new rear entrance wouldn't get chafed; just panties for the titless wonder Liz; thongs for Natalie, and as for Carly--well, she went commando now. Otherwise, though, their top clothes and shoes were the same.
The only question is this: since they were aware of the situation when they came down, should he keep them aware or send them blissfully on their way?
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.41 seconds at 3:23pm on May 08, 2025 via server WEBX2.