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.

The Green Comet

          A look through a telescope had a pair of college-age boys looking at a green comet soaring through the nighttime sky.

          One suggested making a wish, akin to a falling star. The other boy didn't believe in such things. He thought such things only happened on TV and in movies. He was one of those skeptics who had to actually witness something to believe it. Naturally, his friend had a more positive attitude.

         "Come on, man." He said. "Haven't you wished on a falling star before? Give it a try. Who knows when you'll get another chance like this again, if ever?"

         Little did he know that his friend HAD made his wish. He just didn't dare tell him, especially given what it was. Instead, he chose to remain silent and his pal in the dark. When all was said and done, the boys went their separate ways for the night. Neither had any idea of how that green comet would upend their lives.

        The next morning, one boy made his way to the home of the other. The front door was strangely unlocked. The boy knew right away that something was wrong, but he was not prepared for what he would find in the kitchen. To his absolute shock, a very shapely, very chesty stranger in lingerie was in his friend's kitchen.

        "Who are you and who let you in here?!" He asked incredulously.

        "I go by the name of Aletta. Aletta Ocean." The gorgeous woman answered. "And you are?"

        Before he answered, he put two and two together and realized that his friend HAD made a wish after all. His friend had wished to be this famed adult film actress. Not be like her, not to possess her or something, but actually BE her. Now, this young lad was at a loss for words as to how he would explain this to anyone, let alone his friend's family. It seemed that his friend believed what he told him about making a wish on that green comet. However, it remains a mystery as to how long the effects will last, if they ever wear off at all.

He's Gone

            How did this happen? How did a well-planned prank still go horribly wrong? How was I supposed to know that lady who owned the curiosity shop was on the level? So many questions that I can't answer. Amongst them is this: How do I tell our parents that a friend and I turned my horrible, older stepbrother into an irresistible bimbo? I should start at the beginning.

         I had become fed up with my big stepbrother's pranks, from leaving wet paint on my desk chair to getting hit with baby powder when I walk out of my bedroom in the morning. It was like I wasn't safe anywhere. Telling my mom and stepdad about it got me nowhere. I felt helpless until my friend told me about this curiosity shop that sold weird stuff. The place was run by this seemingly elderly woman. She got a good look at me and said, "I can sense that you are suffering."

        This lady had to be a seer, or whatever they're called in those old movies.

        "Take a look around, child." She continued. "See what you like."

        The place had trinkets and oddities as far as my eyes could go. There were bottles of varying potions from top to bottom. One thing in particular caught my attention. It was something I'd never thought I see in a place like this. It was a pair of pink, open-toed stilettos. What were these doing in a place like this? Suddenly, an idea shot up to my brain: I could humiliate him in the exact same way he humiliated me in the past, and these stilettos would be a great way to do it.

        "Ah, you've made your choice already, I see." The matron caught me off guard, shaking me up. "You have plans for those boots?"

        Embarrassed, I just nodded ashamedly.

        "Interesting." She responded. "But remember this, dear boy: Revenge can be a double-edged sword, and the items sold here have a strange way of affecting people... in ways you never expect."

        I paid for the pink stilettos and got out of there, fast. The woman just cackled as she waved goodbye at me. That sadistic smile on her face would haunt me in my nightmares. I knew that the moment I got home, I would have to think fast. My stepbrother got home from school a little later than I did, leaving me with very little time to myself. I left a note by the box that held the pink stilettos saying, "We triple dog dare you to try us on, if you're not a coward." I had to write it in cursive to make him think it wasn't from me. Then, I rushed back to my room, just as he got inside.

        Salvation! He never turned to see me. All I had to do now was wait for the fireworks to start.

        "What kind of joke is this?" I heard him say. He sounded pretty cheesed. I stifled some giggles as he cursed out loud at the sight of the pink stilettos. Once he saw that card, that was it. He cares too much about his pride to ignore challenges like this. There was silence for a few minutes. What happened? I didn't dare look, out of fear of being senselessly whaled on. This is where I had to have patience, no matter how painful it was.

        After a while, I finally caved in to curiosity and turned to see what my stepbrother had done with the stilettos. To my shock, he wasn't there. Our rooms were across the hall from each other so we could easily see what the other was doing. I did notice that the box was empty. What could he have done? I finally got my answer when he walked into my sight... wearing the stilettos. He looked down on them, visibly in disgust.

        The moment he looked me dead in the eyes, I spouted quickly, "I won't say a word. I swear!"

        After some seconds, which, to me, felt like a whole eon, he walked away in dead silence. I could hear him grumble to himself, "How long do I have to wear these stupid things anyways?"

        If everything went my way, not much longer. Suddenly, as if some unearthly force was reading my mind, I heard my stepbrother moaning. He sounded like he was in pain. Could that old lady have been on the level? She said something about revenge being "a double-edged sword" and I fear what's happening to my stepbro could affect me, too. I cautiously walk to his room, fearing the worst. But I didn't expect what I was about to witness.

        As I peeked past his door, I saw him in a fetal position, clutching his stomach. I could hear it from all the way from where I was standing. The gurgling was that loud. Then, while squinting, I saw his fingernails grow unnaturally fast. In like ten seconds, they went from the nub of his fingers to looking like unmanicured talons. Next, his brown hair slowly started growing and growing, getting longer and more voluminous while strangely turning lighter in color. His eyes were shut so he didn't see me watching his transformation.

        Then, out of the blue, I heard a *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*. He groaned loudly as he came out of his fetal position and laid on his back. The crunch must have came from his stomach because, before our eyes, his waist was caving inward, giving him an hourglass body. He kept screaming in agony as his hip bones started moving outward. I could hear them cracking as they relocated. His thighs then became thicker and, I'm ashamed to admit, sexier. Next, two mountains started to form on his chest. He looked down as they grew bigger and bigger...and bigger, lifting his black T-shirt. I peeked below and saw what was undoubtedly an attractive woman's waist. His hands then went to his private parts. I could tell what was happening then: They were shrinking inside of him. I could officially no longer call him my stepbrother.

        All that was left of him...or her, I guess, was her face. That was quickly rectified when it began reshaping itself into a more feminine face. She gave out one last scream, one that was absolutely feminine, as her nose shrank, her lips swelled, her jaw receded, and her eyelashes became longer. I thought it was over...until her body suddenly became tanned all over. The woman in my stepbrother's clothes and those pink stilettos lay motionless on the floor as I finally walked closer to her.

        "Hey, man." I said to her, thinking it was still him in mind. "Are you okay?

        She opened her eyes and said, "Wh-what...happened?"

        "You were my stepbrother until a few minutes ago when you put on those weird, pink stilettos."

        "What? Stepbrother? Me? Silly boy. I can't be your stepbrother. I'm a girl. Are you, like, sick or something?"

        "Well, I...I just thought you were still...you mentally. I mean those pink stilettos--?"

        She looked at her feet and saw the shoes I was talking about.

        "You mean these? Do you like them? They make me look sooooo hot, don't they?"

        He's gone. This couldn't be my stepbrother talking. He would never say these things. Those strange stilettos had warped his head while turning him into this...this...hottie. Her breasts may have been fake but everything else about her made up for it. It would have been better if it weren't for the fact that she was once somebody who upset me with every opportunity he had. I was at a loss for thoughts. Our parents would never believe me if I told them that a magical pair of stilettos that I bought from a curiosity shop turned my wicked stepbrother into a big-breasted ditz. I didn't believe it and I saw the whole transformation. Would you?

Fur Better Or Worse

            I couldn't believe it. Yet, there it was, the fur jacket that once belonged to my horrible stepmother. I never saw her without it, and I remember her always rubbing her manicured hands on the fur. She treated that fur jacket better than she treated me. When my dad first met her, she was wearing that jacket. He fell hard and fast for her. Every date they went on, she wore that fur jacket. She once said that the fur was fake, but I didn't believe a thing out of her lying mouth. Then, they got married, and my life went in the toilet.

            With every chance she got, she ordered me around. I was treated more like a servant than a child. It left me disheartened that my dad was too blinded by love to see this homewrecking harpy for what she was, pure evil with an hourglass body and thick thighs. I tried to hide my enthusiasm when my dad and I learned that she was killed in a traffic accident. She couldn't be buried with the jacket, so we were stuck with it.

            I had my own plans for the jacket, but I made the mistake of telling a friend and confidant about it first. She never knew what it was like to wear a fur jacket. If only I realized sooner that she was more impressionable than I thought.

            "What's so bad about it?" She asked me. "Seems harmless. You'd think that this was the source of your stepmom's power over you."

            I honestly thought that the fur jacket was the source of her power, given that she wore it everywhere she went. She seemed inseparable from it. She even wore it when out grocery shopping. Meanwhile, I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my friend trying on the fur.

            My friend called out for me and blurted out, "Before you do anything, I'm going to wear this around for a while, just to know what it's like."

            What upset me was not that she said it, but that she said it with authority, that she was telling me, not asking me. I wanted to tell her off but before I could, she took off with the jacket. I hadn't seen her since. All this time, I thought she would eventually return it or, at the very least, call me so I can take it back. Instead, I saw an absolute doppelgänger of my dead ex-stepmother before me, clad in only the jacket, lingerie, and stilettos.

             "Surprised?" She asked me. Her voice sounded so weird. It was a distorted mixture of hers and my friend's. "I suppose you thought that I was some ordinary fur jacket, didn't you? Well, your friend was easily surprised when she discovered my power for herself. If only you were here to see how easily she was swayed. As soon as she rubbed her plump fingers on me, she saw what I was capable of as those fingers became thinner and manicured. The rest of her physical transformation would quickly follow. Then, once she got a good look at her--OUR new body, she realized what your departed stepmother had learned long ago, that I could not only change her body but give her power over others. Now, I doubt she will remove me voluntarily, even for you. She and I are one, dare I say it, fur better or worse."

            I stood there, dumbfounded, as the fur jacket with seemingly a life of its own and the person that wore it laughed at my expense. It never occurred to me that this thing of fashion had sentience, let alone the power to change a person's body. Nobody but my friend and I knew what this thing was capable of, and nobody would believe it. I was at a loss for words as this abomination took control of someone I trusted and got away with it, like she--it said, fur better or worse.