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?"

Starting All Over Again

          She couldn't remember anything; She was a total amnesiac with no memory of how she got where she is now. She had awakened in a hotel room bathed in a red light, stark naked. The only clothes nearby were a pair of "hot pants", tennis shoes, and sports bra with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it. On the floor was a grey suitcase. Looking down at her body as she lay in bed, she saw she had large breasts, a toned midsection, wide hips, shaven private parts, and long legs. As she kept walking, she tried to probe her mind for some kind of memory, anything at all. Alas, it was all a blur, a total blank. The "Fantasy Motels" claim another unsuspecting victim.

            This attractive amnesiac wasn't even a woman when she first visited a "Fantasy Motel". She was, in reality, a college student, on spring break, and biologically and genetically MALE. He was in need of a place to crash after several hours of partying, drinking, and smoking weed, not necessarily in that order. Someone else had suggested that he stay at a nearby motel, neither of them aware that it wasn't an ordinary motel. However, in his altered state, he was in no shape to think. The wasted youth paid the front desk clerk the money necessary for a room, he was given a room key, and he stumbled on his way, while the desk clerk just shook their head in disgust and annoyance.

           Having somehow made his way to his room, the party boy walked towards the bed and crashed on it. He didn't even think to change clothes before falling asleep. However, as he slept, something that could only be called supernatural. Each light in the hallway began to flicker at the same time.

            As they flickered over and over, they turned red in color. The motel hallways were drenched in ruby red. It was something out of a cheesy horror movie, but it paled in comparison to what happened next. The skin of the unconscious partyer began to move by itself. It bubbled in some places while squirming in others, all the while, the lad continued to slumber. His short, almost nonexistent, hair slowly began to grow out. In seconds, he had a full head of hair. At the same time, however, the hairs of his beard slowly receded into his skin. His beard was gone in mere seconds. But that was just the start of his bizarre metamorphosis.

            His spine began to contract, shrinking his stature. The imperfections on his skin began to disappear, making it flawless. His beefy hands shrank in size as well, for the muscles inside had also shrank, leaving them looking petite. Afterwards, his fingernails began to elongate to a woman's nails, albeit not manicured. The fat surrounding his waist had either melted or moved to other areas, like his rear or thighs. His hair had continued growing, reaching his ears by now. In addition, the roots were turning a dirty blonde. As his rear began swelling, two mounds formed on his chest at the same time. With each second, they grew bigger and bigger until they appeared to be DD-cup size. The last of the changes occurred as his "jewelry" shrank into him and reformed into a woman's "unmentionables". At last, the transformation was over, and the red, flickering lights returned to normal. However, the woman that lay on that bed in ill-fitting clothes was still out like a light.

            The next day brings us back to the present, where the shapely, well-stocked woman had finally awakened to find herself with amnesia. She wanders around aimlessly with a suitcase and skimpy clothes. Nobody knows what happened to that poor college student who seemingly vanished without a trace. His case has gone arctic cold. As for the woman, she has to start a new life from the bottom. She has to form a new identity, figure out what to do with her life, starting all over again.

Fantasy Girl

           "Sorry. There's nobody here who wants a nobody like you here."

            She didn't recognize me anymore. It was like an alien or something. I had no choice but to give up and walk away, let she sic security on me. I don't know what happened or how it happened. Also, would you believe me if I told you that this well-endowed babe was once my very MALE best friend? Well, it started out like this.

            We made our way to this strange place, the "Fantasy Hotels". Somehow, we were given tickets that could be used in lieu of money we didn't have. As we got settled, I found myself picking up where I left off back home: Moping about how I had trouble getting girls. I seemed to strike out every time I got near one. It had driven me to the point where I only had fantasies to keep me happy. Like an idiot, I shared my latest fantasy girl with my roommate.

           "What a view." I said to him. "I've give anything to have a girl to share this view with. It would be her and me only."

           "Not this again." I heard him grumble. I was in too good a mood, so I let his rudeness pass.

           "I'm serious, man. Think about it. As the moon rises in the sky, she and I will be going at it in bed. She's riding me while I just stare at her big, bouncing boobs. Her blonde hair is going down to just past her shoulders, and she's too lost in lust to care."

           I was so lost in my sex fantasy that I didn't realize that my friend was changing to match my description. His hair had started growing unnaturally fast, growing down to past his shoulders. As I kept dreaming, he complained about feeling himself getting shorter. At the time, I thought he was just trying to get my attention. Then, he said something about feeling his chest blowing up. I had my eyes closed so I didn't see him growing two bountiful breasts underneath his shirt, which was getting too small for him. Then, for some reason, I heard gurgling.

           "Ugghh. What did I eat yesterday?" He groaned.

           In reality, his potbelly stomach was reshaping, with fat either relocating to his bottom and thighs or melting outright. What was left was a toned midsection that I would have gawked at for hours. When I finally came back to Earth, I said, "Well, I can't get anything by dreaming. Wanna go find some...food?"

           The person I was looking at was not my friend but an attractive girl that stood in his place. Her face was flawless, but I couldn't see the rest of her because she was wearing clothes that were ridiculously baggy on her. She looked like she had stars in her eyes, staring into space. Finally, I said, "Hey. Are you still there?"

           "Where--am I?" She blinked rapidly. I didn't know what just happened or if she was genuinely in a daze. All I knew was that just minutes ago, she didn't exist, but I also didn't have a boner either. I introduced myself, told her that she was at a place called "Fantasy Hotels", and helped her out of those baggy clothes. What I saw remains etched into my brain.

           Her body was perfect! The boobs had to be at DD-cup size. Her hair was long, silky, and curly. She had an hourglass body to go with her flawless face. Everything about her was flawless. Then, it finally hit her: She was only wearing boxers! Even those looked like they were too big. She quickly covered her nipples while trying to keep the boxers from falling to the floor. I didn't want her thinking that I was some kind of creep, so I rushed to find something for her to wear. Running to the closet, all I saw was a one-piece swimsuit. To our surprise, it fit perfectly.

           "Thanks." She said. "Look. I don't know what's going on and I... really don't know who I am, but I really appreciate what you're doing for me."

           "Thank you." I responded.

           "Hey. Is there some place where I can get a drink?"

           So, like a good boyfriend would, I guided her as we searched for a bar or any place that sold drinks. We talked, shared some martinis, and shot the breeze. I don't know what magic was floating around here, but I didn't want to change a thing. Besides, I could have accidentally changed myself into a girl, for all I knew. When night fell, we returned to our room and I told her, "I hope we stay together for a while." If only I was prepared for the next day.

           When I was finally able to conquer my hangover, I checked the other bed to see if my transformed roommate was still asleep. But when I moved the sheets, I found nothing. She was gone! I was beside myself. What could have happened to her? I hope she didn't vanish into thin air. I searched for her all over the hotel grounds. Finally, just when I was about to give up, I see a girl relaxing by a pool who looked like her.

           In desperation, I rush over for a closer look. To my joy, it was her! She was inches from the pool on some big pillow, wearing stilettos, pink fishnets, and little else above. I tried to stay calm but it was difficult, given the unnatural circumstances. I asked her what was she doing and got a bizarre response.

           "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

           "I'm the guy responsible for what you look like right now. You were a dude until I opened my big mouth."

           "Yeah, I really don't know what you're talking about. And what do you mean I was a boy before?"

           "I think it has to do with this hotel. I think it's some kind of magic that changed you."

           "Now I know you're crazy. Hotels, magic, boys turning into girls...*pfft*...please."

           She wouldn't believe me. I had only one card left to play.

           "Do you at least remember the martinis we shared?"

           "Me?! Share a martini with you?! With your plain face? Why would a beautiful thing like me want to share a martini with a nobody like you?"

           The moment she started laughing, I had given up.

           "Sorry. There's nobody here who wants a nobody like you here."

           That brings me back to where I am now. Not only have I lost a friend, but I lost the totally hot girl he turned into. Now, I'm all alone in my hotel room, wondering where I went wrong. I never thought that my dream would come to life so quickly and go South even quicker. She looked sexy in those fishnets, too.