Note: This story contains incest.
Alan awoke all at once. He was standing, which he found bizarre, as he had never woken up while standing before.
Next to him was his uncle. The man was almost totally naked. Then the eighteen-year-old saw that he was in the same state.
Alan and his uncle were left wearing only some kind of modesty garments. An inch-wide strap wrapped itself around Alan's waist, with a small swath of fabric attached in the front. Overall, the garment gave the impression of a loin cloth mixed with a jockstrap.
His male parts created a sizable mound in the draped fabric. The sides were completely open and from the right angle, one could see directly to his bare dick and balls. And his butt was completely exposed.
The rest of Alan's lean, slim body was uncovered and on display.
Alan looked back at his uncle, who wore a vacant expression. Uncle Dean was taller and beefier. Not fat, exactly, but someone who was probably muscular about 20 years ago. Dean was around 40 years old and, as Alan studied his body, the teenager had to admit that his uncle wasn't bad to look at.
What a strange thought, Alan realized. He took one glance at Uncle Dean's weird garment, the same type as Alan himself wore. He was able to catch a glimpse of his uncle's privates hiding poorly behind the cloth. The man's fat shaft hung, soft but heavy, over a set of large balls. Why did the teenager want to see more of his uncle's private parts?
Alan blinked tightly, shaking the intrusive thoughts from his head. He looked around at the... room? It was undefined. The whole place glowed faintly white. Alan couldn't see any walls or ceiling. He couldn't really even make out the floor, except that the soles of he feet were pressed down on a flat, smooth, somewhat warm surface.
Where the fuck were they? Alan wondered. The last thing he remembered was heading into town with his uncle. They were driving down the road in late afternoon, then... nothing. Could they have been kidnapped? Who would take all of their clothes and dress them in such weird underwear? How was this space even possible?
Alan's contemplations were interrupted by a presence. Not physical, exactly. More like a presence in his mind. There was someone else here. A few someones.
Alan looked around, squinting into the glowing nothingness. Then, there... a form, a silhouette stood before him at some distance. It came closer, slowly resolving into a sold shape.
It was a man. Almost a man. It had a torso, arms, legs, and a head like a human, but not quite right.
The head was too large. It was too big and round on top and too narrow at the chin, almost like a light bulb. The inky black eyes were far too large for a human. The body was too spindly. The cold gray contrasted with any of the myriad warm colors of normal human skin.
There was no indication of clothing, no seam lines or hems. But it didn't exactly look naked either. The smooth surface was mildly contoured, giving the impression of normal muscle, bones, and the like, hiding below skin. A lightly curved chest, abdominal muscles, calves, biceps, etc. seemed like those of a lithe, fit male. But certain details were absent or undefined, like a navel or nipples. There was only a mound where male genitalia should be. It was as if the creature was wearing a unitard or something. But again, there were no noticeable seams or anything from the top of the head down to the fingers and toes. Was it textile or skin?
Alan contemplated this strange form and its mysteries, with the creature all the while walking closer.
Despite the inexplicable circumstances, Alan was not overcome with terror as perhaps he should have been. There were tinges of fear, but only as if he were experiencing mild social anxiety. Alan was aware that his natural reactions were being manipulated.
