Finally, when the penises drew back into their holes, leaving Jon's hands empty, Jon found that his body felt very strange. A tingling sensation, quite pleasurable, stared with his the areas of skin that the sperm had splashed on, his face, his neck, his arms, then spread to the rest of his body. Soon, it felt as if his entire self was vibrating with a strange energy, thrumming intensely, filling him with strength and purpose.
Then, when the rising energy seemed to plateau, Jon felt the sperm begin to heat up. He lifted his hands in front of him, globs of sperm on both, and saw his skin absorb every drop of it, leaving him perfectly clean.
"What the hell?" Jon said, his voice cracking half-way through the question.
That's when things got even stranger.
A swirl of smoke and light started to grow around Jon's feet, rising over his knees, his waist, and higher until he was entirely enveloped. The smoke thickened, the light intensified, while at the same time it seemed a strong wind was blowing at Jon from below. Still tingling from the sperm, still filled with the strange energy, Jon felt his body lifted into the air and spin, faster, faster, faster. He never got dizzy, but had no idea which direction he was facing at any time. Then, after about fifteen seconds, Jon dropped to the ground, landing on one knee, steadying himself with one fist on the floor.
He looked up. No longer was Jon in the small room with penis-sized holes in the wall, but in a cavernous room, a huge computer screen with a bank of controls on one side, a long, oval shaped table surrounded by tables in the centre.
"Glory Hole," said a deep voice from behind Jon, "It's nice of you to finally join us."
"Took you long enough," said a high-pitched, female voice, "I was beginning to wonder if you would be coming at all."
Jon stood up and noticed immediately that he had changed. Looking down, Jon saw that he was balanced on two silver, knee-high boots with extremely high heels. He to twist to see them, though, since he had a huge pair of breasts, encased in a silver bikini top, in the way. Long blonde locks of hair hung down on his face. Whatever had happened in the small room had transformed him into a scantily clad woman!
He turned around to see who the voices belonged to. There were four men and one woman standing around him, each wearing a superhero costume, although they were all cut to be very revealing, very suggestive. Each man had a huge bulge in his tights, and the woman wore nothing but a single leaf over each nipple, a leaf over her vagina, and leaves in her brown hair.
"Are you going to stand around looking at our groins all day," the largest man said, wearing a white shirt with a penis logo in the centre of it, a blue speedo, and a blue cape, "or do you want to save the world today?"
"Take it easy, Strong-Dong," the small, skinny man in the skin-tight yellow costume that showed all too clearly the unreasonably large lump in his groin, "Maybe she doesn't have enough cum-power yet. Do you need a recharge, Glory?"
"Um," Jon squeaked, "I, um, like, don't think so?" He couldn't help it. Jon wanted to sound more authoritative, more mature, but as he responded, he sounded like an airheaded bimbo. He took a step toward the computers, wanting to take the attention off of himself, "Can we, like, see what's going on?"
"That's the spirit," Strong-Dong chuckled, passing Jon by, patting him on the rear end as he went, "Let's get the report from the world council and get to work."
Jon wiggled after the heroes that quickly overtook him. What kind of world had he landed in?!
