Lester Wakes Up

Lester was only vaguely aware of the pain in his head when he found himself regaining consciousness. The cold floor beneath him seemed to sap the warmth from his bones. Pushing himself off the floor, he could only groan as his vision began to unblur. What the fuck had happened. He remembered following Rachel into the house, that smell making it harder and harder to think.

Lester became vaguely aware of some noises behind him. Rubbing his head, he rose to his feet, and turned, only to be greeted by a scene out of a porny horror movie. Closest to him, a brunette woman moaned as she masturbated while leaning up against a wall, her body shaking as she seemingly gave herself orgasm after orgasm. Her body was both natural and unnatural in the most odd of ways, like the ideal form of a hypersexualized bimbo.

More concerning however was the scene in the middle of the kitchen. Three people seemed to be locked in a grotesque threesome. The man sat in the chair, with one woman riding him and another kneeling before him, licking his balls. What was so off putting was the size of... everything. The man and women were giants, all easily above 6'6, with the man pushing seven feet. Both of the women displayed the same bimbo characteristics as the masturbating brunette, but they had red and what appeared to be silvery grey hair, just like Rachel's...

Lester's eyes widened as he realized who the women who was riding the ginormous cock was. Her aging had been completely reverse, save where it seemed to provide some perverse pleasure, like with her hair and her many freckles. Her lips were plumped up like some common whore. Her hair, once kept in a short bob, now grew down to her ass. Her breasts had been grown to a monstrous size. Her ass quaked when she rippled off of the cock she was riding. And her eyes... there was nothing left in them. Just whitewashed orbs.

Lester rose to his feet and in a far meeker voice than he had intended quivered "Ra-Rachel...?"

Rachel looked at him from where she squatted, and some form of recognition seemed to spread across her face. Her eyes began to return to normal as she whispered "Leessterrr."

Amadaa rose from where she had been jilling herself against the wall, turning to the older man. She smiled as she said "Don't worry my Alpha, I'll handle this." She strode across the room to Trevor, and began to stroke his face, saying "Don't worry Lester. Rachel is in a better relationship now. She doesn't want you."

Lester shook his head "No... that's not true."

Rachel's eyes returned a bit more towards normal as she moaned again "Lessssterrrr."

Amanda cooed and said "No Lester, how could you ever compete with what she had now."

Lester looked at the adonis currently fucking his Ex-wife's brains out. It was so... hot... no... not hot.

Amanda continued "Look at yourself. You couldn't even lift her up to fuck her against a kitchen counter." Lester looked down. His once fat but powerful body had shrunk away. He was skinny, and had lost several inches of height, putting him in the low 5 foot range. Amanda took advantage of this moment, and with superhuman strength ripped Lester's ill-fitting clothes off.

Where once a respectable cock had hung between his legs, nothing more than what could barely be called a clit remained. It was hard from the sight of the threesome, and even then it could barely be more than an inch. From across the room where she impaled herself on Trevor's two foot member, Rachel's eyes widened. They flashed back to white as she beheld the pitiful creature that had been her husband, and she began to laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT TINY DICK LESTER."

Amanda also pointed at it and laughed. Lester felt his brain go numb. One thought compelled him. SERVE. Amanda pushed him to his knees, bringing his face forward into her cunt. "Shhh, it's ok Little Lester. You have a new purpose now."