Anthony emerges

_What was Allie's problem? _Mack wondered. She seemed so pissed when she stalked off, dragging Lynn with her.

So what if Mack wanted to spend a little time getting to know Lynn? She was the hottest woman Mack had ever seen - even if she was sixty eight years old. That still weirded him out, but not enough to distract him from the lady's perfect rack!

"Girls, am I right? You can't live with them, you can't live without them. Isn't that right, Anthony?"

Mack's heart sank as he glanced over at the glowing cocoon. Maybe Allie was right. Anthony needed his best bro here in case he pulled through.

"He's definitely pulling through, idiot!" Mack told himself.

Anthony had to be alive in there. He just had to be!

Before Mack knew it, he was tearing up. If Anthony was able to see him right now, he would give him so much shit. Mack didn't care. He was worried about his friend. Shit like this wasn't supposed to happen.

Suddenly, the cocoon began to glow brighter, strobing violently. Mack felt a change in the air, just like when a storm is approaching. Something huge was about to happen.

Seeing the cocoon burning with strange, frightening light made Mack tip over into complete despair. This damn thing had eaten his best friend and was now digesting him. Anthony was gone and he was never coming back. The thought of Anthony being turned into plant food was too much for Mack. He rushed forward and began to bang on the cocoon with all his might.

"Give me back my friend! I won't let you eat him! I won't let you take him from me!"

A moment later, the cocoon burst open, sending Mack flying backwards. Pink pollen filled the air, causing Mack to **** and cough. Somewhere in the distance, he swore he heard a woman's voice moaning.

For several seconds, Mack cowered on the floor. Then the room settled and he looked up. What he saw didn't make sense.

The cocoon had exploded into dozens of flowery blossoms which dotted the living room floor and walls. At the heart of these glowing flowers was a naked, shivering figure on their knees.

"Anthony?" Mack rushed forward.

The figure languidly got to their knees and stretched their arms over their head. Mack stopped in his tracks.

It was not Anthony. It was a woman! Jesus, what a woman she was. Her body looked as if it had been pulled from one of the hentais Mack swore he didn't watch. Her breasts were so big and bubbly, seeming to defy gravity the way they sat on her chest. Her skin was pale and creamy, but glittered with specks of pink and purple and red. Her figure was sleek and sexy. Her legs were long and full. Her ass was as juicy as a ripe peach.

Then Mack looked closer at the girl's face and froze. On one hand, the girl was unbelievably beautiful. She had delicate features and plump, pouting lips, and big eyes the color of a summer sky. She had cute freckles and curly auburn hair that reached just past her ears. On the other hand, the face looking back at Mack was undeniably Anthony Maxwell's.

The hair, the freckles, the slightly upturned nose, the blue eyes. Those were all Anthony's features refined to feminine perfection.

"Mack?" The girl's voice was sweet and soft. "Is that you? What are you doing here?"

The voice was different. Higher pitch than Anthony's, but the inflections all matched how he talked.

"Anthony?"

The girl nodded.

"Holy shit," Mack muttered.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Anthony looked down at his breasts and gasped. The gesture was intoxicating to watch. So delicate and feminine. A beautiful girl discovering how much her body had blossomed. Anthony panicked and tried to cover his large breasts with his slender arms, only succeeding in making them look even bigger.

Mack felt nauseous and faint. He had imagined plenty of awful possibilities for what the cocoon was doing to his friend. This was not one of them.

"My body! What happened to it?" Anthony squeaked.

God, why did he have to be so cute? Mack just couldn't square it. The girl standing before him was hotter than any he had ever seen, but also truly and fully Anthony. The more Mack looked at the girl, the more he saw Anthony in her features and mannerisms.

"Mack, I'm freaking out! What happened to me?" Anthony seemed ready to have a panic attack.

Without thinking, Mack ran forward and wrapped his arms around his friend. Big mistake. Mack could smell Anthony. He smelled like flowers and nectar and sweat. He could feel Anthony too. His hands ran down his friend's supple back.

"It's okay, Anthony. We'll find a way to fix it."

"Oh," Anthony said softly.

Mack gazed into his friend's eyes. Anthony was slightly taller than Mack, which now made him seem sexy and statuesque. Both friends were blushing hard.

"You're really strong now," Anthony murmured.

"What?"

"You just feel really strong. You're squeezing me, um, tight."

The two friends stared at each other, their lips slowly closing on each other. Mack knew if he kissed Anthony, it would be game over. No amount of weirdness could stop biology.

Still, Anthony was his bro. His best guy friend. This was way too weird to let go any further.

Mack, the resident horn dog, somehow found the strength to pull away. He couldn't fuck his best friend. At least not yet. Not when Anthony was so ****.

"Let's get you some clothes and go outside. These flowers creep me out."

"Okay," Anthony looked oddly disappointed.

Mack ran off and found the loosest clothes he could. He handed Anthony an oversize t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and turned around as his friend changed. When Anthony was clothed, his buxom figure partially hidden, he suddenly looked much more like the friend Mack knew.

The pair stepped out on the porch and said nothing for several minutes.

"So why are you here?" Anthony finally asked.

"The old lady called me. I came over with Allie and we found you in this weird cocoon."

"Allie's here?" Anthony asked.

Mack shook his head, "No, she and Lynn went off to check on Bonnie."

"What's wrong with Bonnie?" Anthony asked, suddenly sounding panicked. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. "Oh God, the plant! We have to save her!”

Anthony grabbed Mack by the arm and dragged him towards the driveway.

“Anthony wait!”

But Anthony’s mind was already made up. Mack braced himself for a long, awkward car ride with his best friend. His buxom, sexy, curvaceous best friend.