The Birth of Venus as a Boy

A group of men in business suits sat around a large conference table, their faces grave as they stared at a seemingly innocuous beige sphere nestled in the middle of the space. A hush fell over the room as one of them cleared his throat and spoke.

"Gentlemen," he began, "this is no ordinary artifact, I assure you." He gestured to the sphere, its smooth surface catching the light from the overhead lamps. "We have been studying this for weeks, but we still can't explain its nature or its true origin."

"It seems like an ordinary rubber ball from first glance," another man said, leaning forward slightly. "But I don't seem to recognize any known material it could be made from."

"I thought you just said it was rubber?" another voice piped up. "I think it resembles one of those rubber balls rhythmic gymnasts perform with. My son has one exactly like this!"

"Indeed," the first man said, nodding thoughtfully. "However, it doesn't react to any tests, nor does it emit an energy signature similar to the balls used in rhythmic gymnastics."

"What about X-raying it?" someone suggested.

"X-rays don't penetrate it," the first man replied flatly. "Neither do sonic waves. This thing is completely impenetrable, yet somehow, it feels... soft, almost warm to the touch."

"And have you tried ultrasonic waves or Y-rays?" the man with the rhythmic gymnast son inquired.

"Not even Z-rays work on this thing," the first man sighed. "Whatever this sphere is, it defies all known laws of physics."

"What laws precisely?" a curious voice asked.

"Conservation of energy, the very fabric of time itself, thermodynamic equilibrium – they're all thrown out the window," the first man muttered. "Even the laws of quantum mechanics seem to bow down to this...this anomaly."

"Have you tried the old techniques? Like you know, the naked eye?" came a whisper.

"Hmm," the first man pondered for a moment before taking a deep breath and speaking again. "That sounds like a plan." He leaned closer to the sphere, his eyes narrowing as he peered into its depths. "Perhaps we should all try..."

The men all craned their necks forward, staring t the sphere as they held their breaths. The tension in the room intensified with every heartbeat as seconds ticked by. Suddenly, everybody in the room gasped at once: something shifted within the sphere.

With a barely perceptible hum, the sphere began to elongate and stretch, gradually taking shape before their very eyes. The smooth surface warped and shifted as if under immense pressure from the inside, forcing itself outwards. Murmurs of disbelief filled the air as limbs and muscles manifested in this impossibly rapid evolution, the organic matter defying nature's limits in the most captivating manner imaginable.

A sleek humanoid form materialized on the table before them within mere seconds – an exquisitely proportioned 18 years old teenager with long, flowing hair cascading over shoulders. His uncovered lithe frame flexed subtly, skin radiating healthy warmth, as the process completed, restoring him to his prime state with breathtaking speed and precision.

His delicate hands were pressed together above his head as he gracefully stretched each muscle group in his torso, showcasing his impeccable control and remarkable flexibility. Letting out a gentle sight that echoed through the silent room, he took another deep breath before curving his spine towards one side, then seamlessly mirroring it in the other direction, demonstrating the effortless ease of movement that defined his very being.

Every single man stared at the exquisite youth without blinking. In those few seconds, everyone forgot their roles and responsibilities, mesmerized by the sight of such raw, untamed beauty.

"That's...," someone whispered.

"Unbelievable," another agreed, eyes glued to the perfectly formed teenager sitting crossed-legged on the table before them, his nudity covered only by his own crossed feet.

His long blond hair streamed around his youthful face in silken strands, closed eyelids revealed delicate eyelashes trembling faintly as the sweat rolled down cheekbones.

The youth remained motionless for a brief moment as they studied him intently. Murmurs filled the room again as each man tried to comprehend what they had witnessed. A hush fell once more as the youth slowly opened his eyes and looked around at them.

His head turned to the side, a small smile playing on his lips as he met the gaze of every single person present, until finally, reaching the men seated directly behind his back. His shoulders followed suit, turning in sync with his neck and taking his chest along for the spin until the boy faced the bewildered observers behind him.

Muscles coiled tightly throughout the maneuver but not enough to stop the marvelous youth's head from turning further, taking his torso along for a full turnaround in what felt like under two breaths.

The silence returned, broken only by the sound of people catching their breath. The teenager's taut stomach muscles tensed against his supple core, his tanned skin glistening with beads of sweat as his chest rose and fell rapidly in controlled pattern of breathing.

He paused for a beat longer this time, scrutinizing the faces of these men staring at him with a mixture of awe and confusion. Then, a mischievous glint sparked in his bright blue eyes, a flicker of playful awareness that sent shivers down spines across the board.

Serene as a statue, yet vibrant as life itself, he remained motionless, his breath steady, his delightfully twisted form a mesmerizing display of exquisite beauty. His hyperextended muscles coiled around his spine like cords under tension, yet his face betrayed no strain, no discomfort.

Every eye was glued to his naked body, captivated by every muscle fiber rippling beneath the smooth skin.

"Can you..." one man started, struggling to find words amidst the overwhelming sensation of being observed by such an ethereal being.

"Yes," the youth hummed softly, his voice smooth like velvet. "I can..." He blinked slowly, a smile curling on his lips.

His body relaxed, muscles loosening momentarily before another fluid motion. His already twisted spine arched backward until his palms met the table just an inch behind his butt, his ribs splaying open wide like wings. His forehead pressed against the table's surface, his blond hair brushed the soft buttocks, lips parting slightly, letting out a soft moan.

Not only his ribs but even his organs bulged outwards through the thin layer of skin and muscle. The men gasped at the grotesque deformity of his contorted frame. One turned away, unable to stomach the sight, but curiosity quickly drew him back again.

The teenager stayed still in his twisted perfection for a moment, then began to shift slowly, compressing himself even further, bringing his limbs close together so tightly that his beautiful physique seemed almost suffocatingly cramped, looking more and more like a meat bag full of bones that popped out here and there.

With a sudden burst of energy, he pushed himself inwards with astonishing force, forcing his entire body into a tight ball, barely bigger than his head. A collective gasp echoed through the room as they tried to process the whole transformation that had taken place right before their eyes.

"D-did anyone see that?" one man stammered, his face pale.

"You mean...did anyone film it?" someone else asked, reaching for the phone a little too late.

"I don't think so," another replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "It happened so fast."

A heavy silence fell over them as they stared at the innocuous beige sphere nestled in the middle of the conference table. Inert once more, it resembled nothing more than an ordinary rubber ball used by rhythmic gymnasts. Only a group of bewildered men knew its true nature: this was no ordinary artifact.