Everyone wakes up

Diana stirred beneath the thin sheets of her bed, the cool morning air from the open window caressing her bare skin. As she slowly opened her eyes, she immediately sensed the change in herself, the memories of the previous night flooding back. She had grown—quite literally—into a new, towering version of herself. Rising from the bed, she stretched her long limbs, every muscle in her body feeling powerful and firm.

She moved to the mirror, her new form nearly filling the reflection. Standing at about 2 meters tall, Diana was an imposing figure. Her once petite frame was now a marvel of strength and feminine curves. Her hips flared widely, supporting a muscular, yet still soft, backside that swayed with every step. Her breasts, which had grown overnight, were now an impressive E-cup, full and perky, perfectly proportioned to her larger frame. The nipples, slightly darker against her fair skin, were sensitive to the touch, a reminder of the magical transformations she had experienced.

Her hair, now cascading down her back in thick waves, framed her delicate face, which had retained its doll-like beauty despite the changes. She touched her lips, recalling the overwhelming sensitivity from the night before. With a thought, she reduced their sensitivity back to normal, a small act of caution. Still, she couldn’t help but marvel at the power she now held. Clad in clothes that had adjusted to her size, though still skimpy and accentuating her curves, she felt a surge of confidence. Diana was ready to face the day, her new form a testament to her newfound power.

Across the hall, Daria was waking from a fitful sleep. She had tossed and turned all night, her dreams dominated by Marina. The image of Marina’s tall, graceful figure and the enigmatic air she carried with her had taken root deep in Daria’s mind. She imagined the smooth curves of Marina’s body, the way her clothes hugged her form just right, leaving just enough to the imagination.

Daria had always been slender, with a narrow waist and hips that flared gently. Her breasts, though not large, were perfectly rounded, fitting her petite frame. But it was her thoughts of Marina that truly stirred something within her. The dreams had left her wet, her sheets damp near her groin, a testament to the intensity of her fantasies. As she sat up, she felt the wetness between her legs and blushed, remembering the vivid dreams of Marina’s touch and the submissive role she had envisioned for herself.

Determined to make an impression, Daria chose an outfit that would highlight her delicate curves. She slipped into a tight dress that hugged her hips and showed off her small, perky breasts. As she prepared to leave her room, her thoughts remained on Marina, the anticipation of seeing her again making her heart race.

One by one, the family members made their way to the main hall, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern. Alexander stood observing them, noting the subtle changes in demeanor, particularly in Diana and Daria. Diana’s confidence was almost tangible, a stark contrast to her previous self. She walked with a sway in her hips, her towering form drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. Her tight-fitting clothes barely contained her curves, especially her large, firm breasts and her wide, muscular hips.

Daria, on the other hand, seemed nervous, her eyes darting around the room until they landed on Marina. Marina entered last, her presence commanding attention without effort. She was tall, with a lean, athletic build that gave her an air of grace. Her breasts were modest, but perfectly shaped, fitting her toned body. Her long legs and narrow waist only added to her allure, making her the object of Daria’s admiration.

Daria couldn’t take her eyes off Marina, her thoughts racing as she admired Marina’s soft features, the way her clothes hugged her form, and the effortless way she carried herself. There was something about Marina that captivated her, something that made Daria want to be near her, to please her.

Tatiana noticed Marina’s hesitation and asked, “Marina, what’s wrong? You seem a bit… off today.”

Before Marina could respond, Tatiana decided it was time to shift focus. She asked everyone to follow her, leading the group to the large doors that opened to the outside world. When the doors swung open, they were met with a sight that left them all speechless.

The familiar winter landscape was gone, replaced by a vibrant summer scene. The ground was covered in lush green grass, and the Volga River flowed freely, its surface sparkling under the warm sun. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the temperature was a comfortable warmth that caressed their skin.

For a moment, no one spoke. The transformation was so complete, so unexpected, that it left everyone in a state of awe.

Diana, ever the adventurous spirit, broke the silence with a mischievous grin. “Shall we go check if the water is warm?” she suggested, her voice light and teasing.

Without waiting for a response, she started toward the river, her long legs moving gracefully over the grass. The sight of her towering figure striding confidently ahead was both commanding and mesmerizing. Artem, Natalia, and Nadia quickly followed, curiosity piqued by the surreal change in their surroundings.

Tatiana turned to Daria and Marina. “It used to be a tradition for the two of you to visit the river with your mother. Perhaps you should join them.”

Marina, feeling uncomfortable and slightly unnerved by the changes, declined politely. “I think I’ll stay here and help with the preparations.”

Daria, **** to stay close to Marina, quickly echoed her decision. “I’ll stay too,” she said, her voice soft but determined. She glanced at Marina, hoping to catch her eye, but Marina’s gaze remained distant.

Sofia, seeing an opportunity to join the others, asked softly, “May I come as well?”

Before anyone could respond, Artem spoke up, “Of course you can, Sofia.” His tone was welcoming, almost eager, as he gestured for her to join the group heading to the river.

With the group now split, Alexander watched as those heading to the river walked away, their figures shrinking in the distance. He then turned back to the house, ready to focus on the tasks ahead. The day was a busy one, with preparations for dinner and household chores to manage.

Tatiana quickly took charge, her natural leadership skills shining through as she directed Daria and Marina in the kitchen. Daria, though physically present, was mentally elsewhere. Her thoughts lingered on Marina, who moved around the kitchen with effortless grace. Every movement Marina made seemed deliberate, her body language calm and composed, in stark contrast to Daria’s inner turmoil.

Daria’s imagination ran wild as she watched Marina, picturing scenarios that made her blush. She wanted to impress Marina, to earn her approval, and the thought of Marina acknowledging her made Daria’s heart race. Every stolen glance, every brief interaction only deepened her infatuation.

As the day wore on, Daria’s focus remained solely on Marina, her admiration growing with each passing moment. Her desire to be close to Marina, to please her, became almost overwhelming. She wanted to touch Marina, to feel the warmth of her skin, but she was too shy, too afraid to make the first move.

Daria’s thoughts and emotions swirled together, creating a storm of longing and desire that she struggled to keep hidden. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Marina was the one person she wanted to be with more than anything else in the world.