Professional exchange

"Oh", Samson closed his eyes, looking terribly tired.

"What's wrong?", Dalila stopped kissing him for a moment to check if he was okay. She didn't understand what was going on.

"Suddenly I felt very sleepy", the man lowered himself more firmly on the bench. His head began to droop by itself, "I think it's because of too much orange juice..."

"Well, at least you are still hard... So, maybe at least a fast ride before going to bed?", Dereli also noticed a difference in how she felt. She became energetic and extremely horny like a teenager. Dalila grasped the penis sticking out through the clothes and began massaging it between their bodies.

"Hard? I can't feel anything what you are doing", Samson replied, watching the girl's hand work. The erection looked too small to be even his.

"Oh, shit! But I can!", Dalila jumped off the giant's lap and looked down. With trembling palms, she reached inside the shorts. Where it should have been her pubic mound, she sensed a long dullness. As her hand moved lower, she discerned a sack containing a pair of spongy beans.

The girl started waving and turning around her own axis in terror.

"I have a manhood!", Dalia pressed against the man's chest looking for help in an unusual situation. To her horror, she noticed Samson fell asleep like a rock. She shook him, but he wouldn't wake up as if something had competently drained him of his strength.

In a panic, Dereli started running along the deck, trying to reach the bathroom. On the way, she encountered a uproar. Some crewman threw some woman out of his cabin. He was screaming and holding his crotch. Without further thinking, Dalila passed the two and walked through the next door.

In front of the sinks and mirrors, stood a kitchenmaid with a raised dress. From under her tidy bush protruded a small cob and huge testicles. At the sight of Dereli, she burst into tears and ran out, leaving the actress alone.

"I do not believe...", Dalila looked at her own reflection. Everything was fine with her appearance, except for the tent in the shorts, "What's going on here?"

With hesitation, she removed her briefs, revealing the terrible truth. Pretty girly thighs squeezed a pair of wrinkled nuts and a swollen cock trapped in tight girly lace panties.

"Was the captain right with the curse?", Dereli thought frantically, still keeping her eyes on the new member, slightly darker than her natural skin color. The girl wanted to vomit at the sight of it, but she held back, trying to find a reasonable explanation for the situation, "Or maybe we've drunk something and now we're hallucinating?... Either way I need to find Cairo, I hope he can help me wake Samson."

Dalila knew how ridiculous her words sounded, but she had no other option to distract herself, and not go insane. Step by step and no looking down, she repeated in her head.