Mistakes had been made, with Arthur and Cece paying the price. The two friends had stumbled upon the MAU propped up against an old dumpster behind an abandoned building while shortcutting through an alleyway downtown. Simply admiring the design, they had no idea what they had gotten their hands on until they brought it back to Arthur’s place. First off, what once was a briefcase-like hunk of jet-black, surprisingly light metal expanded outward, assembling itself, until it took up almost half the room it was placed in. When it had reached its full size, it became awash with alien glyphs. Strange as they may have been, these glowing symbols, what was even stranger was that Arthur seemed to have an instinctual understanding of the interface, and with a wave of his hand over (what was likely) the console, he had walked into a human-sized chamber that had appeared, and when he stepped out, he was different: emerging a few inches taller with the full, sleek mustache he had never been able to grow. Such simple changes, but impossible ones none the less, and Cece’s and Arthur’s minds were abuzz with the limitless possibilities in front of them.

That was where the mistake came into play. The two of them became so distracted by the body-changing powers of the MAU that they had failed to notice the device go dark, and not long after refold itself into its portable, dormant, form. MAU non-operational, they were stuck in forms not their own, and they had gotten freaky with it. Arthur modeled himself after one of the anime girls he was always gushing over, unrealistic attributes included. With tits the size of basketballs and nipples larger than his eyes, gravity fought him over every little movement. Cece, on the other hand, had also jumped the gender fence, transforming into an exact (pre-MAU-enhanced) copy of Arthur. Both were understandably upset with their altered fates, but it was only Arthur who was screaming, slamming his tiny fists against the inactive machine; Cece was too distracted by her friend’s erratic jiggling to join in on the panic. To wit, it did not take long until her ogling resulted in a boner forming in her pants. Cece’s first, but would certainly not be the last…