"He didn't..." you protest, "I mean... I'm not..." sighing and grumbling in frustration. "I. am. Aaron." you resist the urge to stamp your foot. Already knowing how ridiculous you look.
The bikini leaves you no illusions that it could contain your former body. Your bust is obvious and fills the top in a cock stiffening manner. The bottoms are tight enough to reveal far too much. Certainly no tucked cock is hidden within. You don't want to think of the outline that is formed there.
You have to resist pluck the backs from an ass crack that makes its own arguments for you not being Aaron.
"I know I don't look anything like I used to... I know how I'd react in your shoes. But, please..."
A direction pops into your mind, "If it happened to me... it could be you next."
"You Jordan with your own set of.... of chesticles." You clutch your own too full bust.
"Or you Tony with the ass you want to plough..." Giving your rump a slap, that makes it ripple and roll.
"Or you Nick with the lips you want to wrap around a cock..." Smacking your lips together, you receive a fresh blast of their strawberry flavouring.
- - - - -
Blushing you realise you've shot yourself in the foot. Sounding lusty and needy, as if you're offering to give Jordan a titty-wank, to have Tony take your ass virginity and blow Nick. The idea of them empathising, of them feeling the same danger is gone.
The three of them shift uncomfortably. Each trying to hide their stiffening appreciation of your dirty talk.
- - - - -
You take one final throw of the dice. "If I'm not Aaron." They lean forward waiting for you to confess, to give your real name.
"If I'm not Aaron.... where is he?... Where am I?" you demand.
Planting your fists on your hips before realising how that looks, you drop them back to your side.
- - - - -
Jordan sidles up, slipping an arm around your shoulder. A slight but insistent tug pulling you to his side. "At the moment, I don't care about Aaron."
- - - - -
Nick looks you over, deciding to believe his eyes. "Look, sweetie. With that body, you ain't Aaron. But, you've taken his money, I guess. Played his game... Now, I've got money, and we know you can be bought."
- - - - -
An ethereal voice fills the room. As you cower, memories explode, as the local God speaks. Explaining your transgression and the punishment you're under.
- - - - -
A woman shimmers into sight from the shifting shadows...
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