Twistedsiders First Act

Twistedsiders First Act

All characters are 18 or over.

Lisa gave a death glare at the biotinker at the console. Dressed in a plague doctor’s mask and a heavy leather coat, she couldn’t tell if the person was a man or a woman, and thanks to that power negating field they had on them, her power was being silent. After drastically altering all of them, the tinker was focused on their work, no doubt further planning on twisting them further. The person was already the source of Lisa’s current indignity, and well as her now twin, Taylor.  Each of the Undersiders were in glass cages in pairs, Taylor and Lisa in one. Aisha in Brian’s body in another and the merged Alec and Rachel in the furthest one. Oversized plants dotted the lab, a mix of leafy green life and others hanging with strange fruits and vegetables.  Shadows from blown bulbs, and blinding sun bright lights from other lights that hung just above growing plants.

The pair of them were dressed in skimpy cheerleader outfits, in gold and white. Tiny tops just managed to hold her, and now Taylor’s oversized chest. The chest was hers, but bigger. The long smooth legs that descended and went on forever from each of their skirts were Taylor’s but enhanced. The freckles that dusted their face were her own, but the large expressive eyes were the former black haired girl. The two cheerleaders had the best traits of each but then exaggerated. Taylor’s shoulder-length curls, now on both of them draping down to their oversized butts, no longer a simple shade of black, but dark silk broken by golden streaks of highlights.

“This is like, unfair.” Lisa squeaked out, annoyed by the indignity of her altered speech. Her mind felt fine, but that didn’t stop whatever the biotinker did from translating everything into bimbo speech. It didn’t take her power to figure out that shaking her pom-poms at the person in frustration, meant it extended further than just her speech.

“What do you want?” said Taylor, sounding more like a sultry purr than a serious question; there were a few differences between her now twin and cellmate.  Lisa was stuck speaking like an airhead, while Taylor more like a phone sex operator. The bug controller had the better deal, if only slightly in Lisa’s opinion.

Suddenly an alarm sounded from the console, and the biotinker ran out of the room and up the stairs out of the dingy lab. As the tinker’s boot stomped up the stairs, Lisa felt her power returning to her as well as the thousands of bugs that littered the lab, bees pollinating plants. Spiders trapping flies in their web, from cobwebs that haven’t been cleaned in forever.

/Genetic code spliced/Powers treating you and Taylor as same person/Access to both powers/

Lisa’s powers told her what she already knew. “Okay, now there’s no cape, let’s escape!” cheered Lisa. A wide smile formed on her plump lips.

“Use the spiders, and bust it wider!” cheered Taylor with a making face. Her jumping flipped her skirt showing the other difference between the two girls. Namely, that Taylor now had a penis. The dick pushed against the spankies that the tinker had dropped into their prison along with the rest of the cheer outfits.

Lisa tried to focus on cooperating the movements of the spiders, in wrapping the webs around the handles on the outside of the cages, and using the limbs of tiny insects as lockpicks on the three sets of cages. Her eyes had other plans, as she couldn’t  look away from Taylor’s swollen blood-filled bulge. The plague masked tinker could be back at any moment, but her body screamed in need - that impaling herself on Taylor’s dick would be the best thing in the world.

/Shaped designed to perfectly fill you/Sex relives headaches/Taylor wants it just as badly/Won’t act unless you make the first move/

Their combined powers had made it obvious what she had to do. “Is that a sock, or you want to fill me with cock!” chanted Lisa. Her mind was battling between the two desires, of escaping the lab and getting her body rocked by her mirrored cheerleader and cellmate.

“Don’t just gawk, let’s get busy while picking this lock,” said Taylor, as she smacked her pom-pom against her widen hips.

Now what her power was working again, she spotted the body swapped Brian in Aisha’s body, who was trying to cover the eyes of the now taller Aisha. Only Taylor and Lisa had been subject to the second stage of alterations, and there was no telling was going to happen to the rest of the Undersiders if they didn’t escape.

Lisa felt the warm heat of Taylor’s body as they pressed against each other. Their matching breasts squeezed together. Their tongues tasting each other’s lips. The controlled bugs continued to work, solving the answer of sex or escape with a simple response of both. The two felt like one, while Taylor’s shaft plunged into Lisa’s waiting slit. It was the first time her power didn’t try to ruin her sexual feelings.

The first tumbler of the lock clicked. Lisa’s wrapped her legs around her fellow cheerleader, and she was lifted off the ground, by Taylor’s upward force. Further and deeper it entered. The rhyme of the locks entered in sync with the fucking. Breasts bounced up and down and pins raised and lower.

The last tumblers slid into place, and the pair felt together with the pulsing. Through their shared powers, at this moment they were one. The squeezing of walls around the shaft, and the twitching pumping of the member. The doors swung open, unlocked as the two cried out in pleasure of their shared orgasm.

“And cut!” said Amelia, a frizzy-haired brunette with biotinkering abilities, with the plague doctor’s mask held in her hand.

“Ah, it was like totally just getting good.” said Lisa as she pulled herself off of Taylor. Pouting at the camera’s setting up in the lab. “Like can’t I get my totally cute voice back?”

“Do you remember how long it took to get that valley girl voice right? We don’t have the time. I’ll fix everything after filming. We weren’t able to rent Blasto’s lab for very long, and can’t afford to waste it on undo “making-up” after each cut.”

Lisa pouted at the director slash fleshcrafter.

“Don’t look at me like that. This is your script. Take five everyone, then get ready for the next scene.” said Amelia before setting in the director’s chair. Why she’d agree to Lisa’s plan for a parahuman porno was beyond her. That was last year. Why she’d agree to direct the sequel was another question entirely. Amelia spotted the two cheerleaders making out backstage and answered her own question.