His dazed eyes fell on the person who had first called him over, and who was staring at herself in the mirror, tears streaming down her craggy face.
Alicia's body had become as distorted as his own, and in much the same ways; it appeared that she was essentially the same height as he was now, meaning she must have grown roughly 3 ft, and she was almost as broad, with thick linebacker-like shoulders. Muscles and thick veins BULGED over every part of her, overdeveloped to the extreme, seeming to strain against the confines of her skin, and just like with Ben there seemed to be no symmetry or reason to their development; for example one arm was clearly more developed than the other, giving her a lopsided appearance, while with the other the tricep was almost as developed as the bicep. She didn’t have a 6 pack but rather than an eight-pack, but it was askew, twisting across her “stomach” area, the different abs showing no uniformity, and seemingly randomized levels of development completely out of sequences with each other, indeed this randomized development seemed to hold true through all the muscle groups of her body, twisting it, warping it...her body was actually deformed by its own musculature...
All of this was on stark display, as all the fat on her body seemed to have been scraped away, leaving her as “tight” as a professional weightlifter prepping for a competition, and then deposited at two points on her body... specifically her tits and ass...
Her ass stuck out behind her like a shelf; a thick, oversized badonkadonk, like something out of the most explicit rap video. But it was her new RACK that was truly extraordinary, especially against the hard plains of her new body; they had to be at least H-Cups, and were clearly stuffed with fat, but were held up by steel-hard muscle and drum-tight skin, making them jut out from her body even as they jostled and jiggled with her slightest movement.
Alicia turned to Ben tears streaming down her face, a face that with its deeply sunken eye sockets, prominent cheek bones and pockmark tightened skin look more like a skull than anything else. Ben noticed that there was a vicious-looking scar running right across her throat, like someone had tried to cut her head off.
“Ben, I can see...,” she said in a rough, grating voice utterly unlike her previous soft tones. Even through her distorted features there was no mistaking the look of absolute joy and wonder Alicia was feeling.
Many hours later, Ben laid in bed -- or rather the wreckage of his bed -- stunned. He’d taken her repeatedly in every hole, fuck her brutally in every position their bodies could contort, used her ridiculously outsized breasts to tit-fuck her...there had been nothing tender about it...it had been wild, hard and nasty...and they had both loved every second of it...