Not Welcome Here

            "Look, kid. We're not interested in fairy tales. We're here to get laid."

             "Where does this kid get his fantasies?"

             "Who knows? All right, kid. Are you really going to make this a problem? Do we need to get security or are you going to leave under your own power?"

          It seemed hopeless. You might as well have been talking to a wall. The two curvaceous, well-endowed women before you would not believe that they were your older twin brothers the day before. All he could do was walk away, defeated and frustrated. He couldn't understand what had happened or how it happened. But he'll have the sight of their transformations in his mind for a long time.

            You and your family had just arrived at a "Fantasy Hotel", where "your deepest desires can become a reality", according to the staff there. Your two big twin brothers, who were of college age and had zero success with the fairer sex, were not happy to be here. Alas, it was out of their hands. Their parents were dead set on getting them away from it all. Once they unpacked, all they did was sulk around their hotel room. After a little while, they began to think there weren't any attractive women there.

            "This stinks!" Said one. "You would think that in a place as big as this, there would be at least one babe walking around in a bikini."

            "Maybe they're all hiding somewhere." Went the other. "Maybe they're all at a modeling competition."

            That wasn't unlikely. They were unhappy with the situation, but you would be the real loser. You would be stuck listening to them gripe over their love lives, or lack thereof. If only you all knew that the place was called "Fantasy Hotels" for a reason: Your wildest fantasies can--and will--come true here. At times, however, they can also be twisted in unimaginable ways. It's a possibility that can--and did--happen.

            One of your older brothers said, quite aimlessly, "I wish I could get laid by a supermodel."

            The other said, "What I would give to be a supermodel. I hate my body."

            Whereas you had more of your mother's genes, your brothers had mostly your father's. The father you share is... rather large in size and weight. Your mother, on the other hand, was much shorter and shapely. It was anybody's guess why girls avoided them, but it really hurt their self-esteem. However, their words would trigger an event that could only be called supernatural. It would happen right before your eyes and only you would know that it ever happened.

            It started with a breeze that came from seemingly nowhere. You were certain the doors that led outside were closed, so you didn't know where it was coming from. Then came a strange sight: One twin's hair, which was cut short, suddenly began sprouting locks from his hat. They didn't stop until they reached his waist, making him look like Rapunzel. The other twin brother, who hadn't seen it, was lost in his fantasies as his pudgy fingers started bubbling from underneath his skin. In addition, his fingernails slowly started getting longer. Then, as if via a demonic force, his stomach gurgled loudly, snapping him out of his daydream.

            He groaned as he clutched his wide stomach. You and the other twin turned to him as he tosses and turns in bed. He lifted up his shirt and all three of you look on mortified as his stomach started bubbling as well. Loud slurping sounds were made as it caved in on itself with every passing second.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            By the time it stopped, his stomach had turned from a sphere into an hourglass. Your jaw dropped as you kept on staring, unable to look away. What fat remained on his stomach shifted to his thighs, making them appear thicker. Bones could be heard snapping and creaking as his hips appeared to move outward, becoming wider. Two mounds then ballooned on his chest, reaching what looked like DD-cup size, or maybe even bigger. The other twin finally managed to snap out of his own haze long enough to ask the obvious.

            "Dude. What's happening to you?!" He was oblivious to his own changes, such as his hair, which was now turning a dirty blonde. His changes seemed to be going slowly compared to the other boy's transformation.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "Aaaaaaahhhh!" A loud, agonizing, and very feminine scream came from the boy in bed as something from inside his pants started to slither backwards. He zipped open his pants and stuck a manicured hand down his boxers. When he didn't feel anything below, it confirmed his fears, along with the two new--and very large--breasts protruding from underneath his shirt. He was officially a SHE. However, the changes weren't completely over. Her masculine face began to bubble itself, from her forehead to her cheeks. The jawline receded, the cheeks became fuller, the eyelashes became thicker and longer, the nose shrank, and her hair became long, luscious, and alluring. Her caveman-like feet shrank in size until they became petite. As one boy's transformation ended, the other's was just ramping up and you, the youngest, just kept looking on in absolute horror.

            "Wait a minute. What happened to my hair?!" The other changing boy finally realized that he was transforming as well. He was about to join his twin in womanhood. Luckily, his transformation would not be as painful.

            "Whoa. I don't...feel so good."

            He clutched his own wide stomach as it began groaning loudly. Then, it happened to him, too.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            His stomach was melting as well.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            His thick thighs followed suit.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "What's happening to us?!" He cried out, his voice rising an octave with every word. "What did we--Oh, God! My voice!"

            You only shrugged as he looked down and saw what appeared to be tiny buds on his chest, growing bigger with every second. They finally stopped at DD-cup size, not unlike his sibling's. His thick arms had also shrunk in size while his stomach finally matched the other changed twin, in the shape of an hourglass. He clutched his face as it turned into putty, molding itself into a new, feminine face. His own large feet also shrank in size as his manhood finally receded within his insides.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            Her eyes rolled back as the euphoria from losing what made her a biological male had become too much to bear. She stumbled backwards to the wall before falling to the floor. Strangely, at that same time, the other transformed twin had experienced the same euphoric moment, stemming from her new womanhood. When the metamorphoses had finally ended, two busty and very alluring women had replaced your brothers. They were even still wearing your brothers' clothes, which were now very loose on their slim and sexy bodies. The blonde returned to her senses and stood up.

            "Wow. What a rush." She giggled. "Eww. What am I wearing?"

            The other shapely woman shared her reaction when she came down from her euphoric high.

            "Why do I look like I'm wearing a parachute?" She asked in disgust.

            They didn't sound like your brothers anymore, and they certainly weren't acting like them either. Something you could only imagine had happened before your eyes: Your plus-sized twin brothers had morphed out of the blue into a pair of well-sculpted, big-breasted babes. It wasn't until you snapped out of your haze long enough to ask if they were still themselves that they acknowledged you, and you learned otherwise.

            "What is he talking about?" Asked the blonde. "What's all this about us being his brothers?"

            You told them about the wishes they made, about the transformations they just went through, and that they were unhappy with their love lives. They only dismissed your explanation as mere fantasy and took off, leaving you alone and having to find some way to explain to your parents their disappearance. To your utter shock, they told you that you didn't have older brothers. In their minds, you were an only child. Now you were certain that something was really wrong.

            Was this some kind of curse? You thought.

            Dumbfounded by their reaction, you were left unable to comprehend the situation you were in and, with no other realistic options, you turned in for the night, but not before vowing to yourself to find the busty beauties that were once your brothers and an explanation for what was happening to them. This brings you to where you are now, explaining in vain that they were changed by some kind of magic and that they needed to find a way to undo it. Unfortunately, the hotties weren't listening anymore. They'd rather be searching for men to be around and, quite likely, to have sex with. With their figures, it would likely not take too long for them to find some. Meanwhile, you could only ask yourself, "What was this hotel doing to us?"

The Green Comet: Be Careful What You Wish For

           We've all heard it before: Be careful what you wish for. But there are some macho morons in this world who think they are holier-than-thou and don't listen to anyone but themselves. A group of drinking buddies were being driven home by a designated driver when one drunk spotted a green comet.

           The driver cautioned them that what they wish for on that green comet will likely come true before morning. Almost needless to say, they were too smashed to even think. You can't tell a drunk ANYTHING. However, they did have enough brain cells left between them not to say out loud what they wished for. What would happen the next morning would involve more than hangovers.

           Morning had come, and all who drank were suffering from hangovers. However, one would awaken to a much different surprise. They awakened to find their view blocked by ample breasts. Sleeping shirtless, this was a shock to him.

           "Wha?" Groggy, he thought he was looking at his pillow until his vision became clearer.

           "Do I have...boobs?" He asked, his voice completely that of a woman's. His hands went straight to his mouth, horrified at what came out.

           "Was that...MY voice?" Fear was starting to set in as the transformed man rushed to find a mirror. He--or rather, SHE--was unprepared for what she would see.

           "Oh...my...GOOOODDD!" She screamed in absolute horror. A quick search below confirmed it; She was biologically female.

           "What did I do last night?! How did this happen?! What do I do? What do I--Ohh!" In her state of panic, she had subconsciously began feeling her breasts, giving her some unexpected euphoria.

           "Why does this feel so...goooooooood?" The horror from the discovery was quickly replaced by lust. She couldn't take her hands off of herself. Her flawless skin, her freshly-shaved womanhood, and the softness of her large mounds, it was too hard to ignore. She was getting too big a rush to not enjoy her new body. The drunken buffoon she once was made a wish on that green comet to know what it's like to be a visually attractive female. He had no idea that night would be his last as a man. However, it shouldn't be long before a second, separate personality fully takes the reins, as it were, and enjoys her new life.

What a Doll

            This is the story of a young man who made a careless mistake. Out with friends and getting smashed, he caught sight of a young lady who was gifted with an unusually large bust. She also appeared to have the face of a child's doll. The mistake was saying to her, "What a doll." She was incredibly sensitive about her looks and immediately took offense to his words. Making it worse, she was also practicing dark magic, and some choice words would permanently change his life for good.

            The offended lass said, "Maybe you would like being called 'a doll'." She then muttered some unintelligible language the lout couldn't figure out but, being buzzed, he couldn't figure out left from right. All he did was stare at her masses. This prompted the angry woman to hold his head up straight and give him a left hook to his face. He was lost in a daze and bleeding from the side of his face, but by the time he was helped to his feet by his drinking buddies, the dark magician was long gone. In his alcohol-induced fog, he wouldn't remember any of this. It wouldn't matter.

            A horrible pain in his stomach region would wake up the poor lad the next morning. Together with his hangover, it was too much to handle. He fell out of his bed to the floor, one arm clutching his head while the other was around his stomach. Skin bubbled as bones and cartilage underneath shifted around. Turning to his side, he lifted up his shirt, the very shirt he was wearing the night before, and saw his flabby stomach slowly caving in on itself. Sudden pains from his hips. They were creaking outward to childbearing proportions, officially giving him an hourglass figure. His back spasms were followed by it cracking inward, making his slowly growing derriere protrude even further. The hair on his head had reached his shoulders by the time two small mounds had formed on his chest. When those mounds grew into mountains, his lengthening hair had reached his chest. He mustered the power to stand, only to stumble backwards into a wall. His Rapunzel-esque locks had turned a lighter shade of blonde as they finally stopped growing, reaching his waist. He grabbed his face as it painfully reshaped itself, all the while, his "machinery" below shrank and receded inside of him, reforming into ovaries. It was now official; He was now a she.

            The pain that wracked her body was gone. Even the hangover had mysteriously went away. She made her way toward her bathroom, stumbling all the way. It took both her hands and all the energy she had to keep from falling on her face. However, as she took one slow step at a time, visions ran through her mind. She saw herself strutting her stuff, buying and wearing all sorts of expensive or provocative clothes, mesmerizing strangers with lewd but sexy dancing, and long-lasting sex. She tried blocking them out, but she couldn't help herself.

           This couldn't be her. She didn't behave like this, nor did she want to. A second, more malevolent personality was trying to take over. The male she once was was now losing the fight. She reached the mirror, one hand still clutching her head as the last vestiges of her life as a male evaporated. With stars in her eyes, the changed girl looked at her reflection and was instantly fascinated with her appearance. She was busty, had curves like a racetrack, and a flawless face. A smile formed on her face. It was a smile that hid very selfish intentions.

            Here she is, on the prowl, so to speak. Whenever she's strutting, showing off her mesmerizing legs, time just stands still for any man who stares. Strangely, nobody seems to remember the man that she used to be. It could be an unintentional side effect of the dark magic. In any case, this was the result of not choosing his words carefully, despite being under the influence. She might not take kindly to being called "a doll" either.