Family Request Time

"First off," Erica said, breaking the ice, "Can you please get rid of these?" Indicating her ears and tail.

"Yeah," John replied, snapping them away.

"As cool as having these were," Melanie said as she idly bounced her breasts from underneath with her hands, "Can I get a breast reduction so I can finish getting ready for school?"

"Done," with a snap, the DD's were now merely D's.

"Thanks, sis!" Melanie replied, "Those were killing my back!"

Suddenly Julie got up and ran up the stairs.

"Honey?" George called up to her. There was no answer, only the sound of the attic access ladder being opened, quickly followed by the sounds of receding footsteps.

"I'm sure she's fine," John responded, "As fine as one can be after receiving the news that your...offspring now has the power to change people at will."

"Speaking of which," George continued sternly, "How exactly do you intend to continue using this power of yours?"

"I…," John started, "Don't know to be honest with you. I think it's still settling in just all of what I can do with this."

"I imagine that includes changing people's minds and personalities, as well?"

"How…?"

"You really think that I can believe that Melanie suddenly got over her personal and societal issues about showing her chest at a family dining table in the span of...however long that took?"

"Hee hee hee," Melanie giggled, "BUST-ed!"

"Ugh," Erica shook her head in disgust. Over her sister's nudity or the pun, John couldn't tell.

"Fair enough," John sighed

"You need to be careful with this power, son," George continued, "I don't care how you use it, but there are people out there who would take advantage of your power, one way or another, do you understand?"

"Wait...you don't?"

"No," George replied with a knowing smile, "I may be your father, but you're a grown man now. Besides, even if I said that I did, you could just snap your fingers and change my mind, literally!"

"I guess," John replied.

"All I ask is that you use your gift wisely, can you do that for me?"

"Sure, dad."

"Aha!" Shouted Julie's voice from the attic, "I found it!" The steps coming from the attic sounded even faster than they were going up. Soon, John saw his mother running down the curve in the stairs, her hair all haggard and dress covered in dust smudges, holding on to an old photograph like it were her lifeline.

"This," Julie told her breathlessly, "Is a photo of me from when me and my friends from high school went on a camping trip during our senior year." She turned the photo around to reveal a washed-out picture of four teenagers standing under a tree near a lake, all laughing and smiling at each other or the camera. John's mother pointed one woman in particular with vibrant, curled hair and wearing a bikini that John was sure was racy for the time, but now merely seemed kind of...modest, "That's me."

"Wow," John took the photo from her, "Mom, you...you're beautiful in this."

"I want that again," she said. John looked up at her. The years had been kind to her mother, but time had nonetheless left its mark on Julie. It was as though John were seeing her mother again for the first time, there were wrinkles on her face that her makeup couldn't cover up anymore, the first of her grey hairs were starting to show through, and although John would never tell her out loud, her mom had definitely put on weight.

Looking at the photo again, more intently this time, John focused on every little detail of her mother's younger form until she had a clear image of her mom in her mind. "Okay," she said, ""I think I can pull that off."

John concentrated, and snapped her fingers. It was like watching a transformation video on YouTube: the years just slowly melted away from Julie's form: the wrinkles smoothed out of her skin as it tightened back up, the color in her hair returned to its original luster, but most dramatic of all, years of fat and effects of pregnancy reversed, and she began to stand up just a little straighter. When it finished, Julie breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she promptly bit her lip and ripped open her shirt, "Oh, how I've missed my perky little girls!"

"Oh, ugh, mom!" Erica grimaced, while Melanie laughed, "What's wrong, sis, never seen a pair of tits, before?"

"Really, dear?" George said as he got up, "In front of the kids?"

"You say that like our little girl isn't sitting at the table with her tits out."

"Touché," George told her before pulling John aside and muttering in his ear, "Son, think you could give me a makeover, but leave me with the whole grey and grizzled look?" John raised an eyebrow at him, "Hey, some women enjoy the company of older men, if you know what I'm saying!"

John shook her head amusedly, there really was a fetish for everything. She snapped her fingers, and George stood up a little straighter as his muscles grew and filled out his shirt and the bulge in his pants grew exponentially. He otherwise still looked roughly the same on the outside, but inside he now essentially had the body of a man in his early twenties.

"Thanks, kiddo," George winked, before walking over to Julie and scooping her up in his arms, "Now if you kids don't mind, I have some quality time to spend with your mother!" The two of them retreated upstairs with the most voracious case of bedroom eyes John had ever seen. Wait until he finds out he now cums like a three-balled horse, she thought to herself while stifling a laugh.

"Am I the only one in this house who's absolutely terrified of what's going on here?" Erica cried out suddenly, reminding John of her presence.

"C'mon, sis, it's John," Melanie replied, "As far as giving anyone any sort of reality-bending powers, she's harmless compared to...anyone else who might have gotten it."

"Hey!" the harmless John replied.

"But…, that's just," Erica struggled to find her words.

"You know what, sis?" John asked as a thought occurred to her, "I don't think you're being entirely honest with us…, or yourself."

"Well, I," Erica was blushing profusely.

"Let's change that, shall we?" John snapped her fingers.

Erica suddenly sat up straight, shock still, and then began to visibly relax after a few seconds, "I'm sorry, John. It's just that I personally find my own fetish to be…, particularly embarrassing. I've never shared it with anyone."

"It's okay, sis. We're all family here, we won't judge you." Melanie opened her mouth to snark, but a quick look from John quickly dispelled that thought from her mind.

"Thanks," she smiled and then took a deep breath, "I'm…into furries. That's why my first suggestion was for cat ears and a tail, but I can't very well live my life like that right now. There would be...too many questions. Melanie can blame hers on a growth spurt, dad can say he worked out, mom...won a sweepstakes for a makeover or something. You're the only one who can't just excuse your changes away, but you can just snap your fingers and everyone's cool with it. I don't have the same luxury."

John brought her hand to her chin thoughtfully, "That is a bit of a problem, isn't it?"

"It's okay bro," Erica said, "I'm sure if we work together, we can come up with a plan, but I've got a class I need to be at in like," she checked her phone, "Five minutes ago, shit!"

"Okay, but first," John snapped her fingers, and again Erica was shock still, this time scrunching up her eyes, "That way you don't have to keep telling everyone the truth, and I threw in a bonus."

Erica opened her eyes, revealing their new feline-esque qualities. She winced momentarily, "Oh, wow, it got...bright in here…, and," she grabbed her tongue, rubbing it, "You gave me a cat tongue?"

"You can hide those pretty easy, right?"

Erica cocked an eyebrow at her sister before heading out the door, giving John a peck on the cheek before running out the door, picking up a backpack on her way out. Very aloof and catlike, John thought, had she unintentionally made her sister like that, or had Erica always been that way? There was no way of telling now.

"Welp, that was fun," Melanie started, then stopped as loud moaning and the sound of bedsprings being pushed to their absolute limit started coming from upstairs, "Sounds like they approve of their changes. Speaking of which, I should change into some clothes that'll fit before the school bus comes 'round."

She then ran up to John, giving her a peck on the cheek opposite of the one Erica had kissed before running upstairs. John would have never of even dreamed of fucking her sisters before, but as she watched Melanie run upstairs in nothing but a pair of panties, the thought of snapping her fingers and making it so they were no longer related by blood was really, really fucking tempting.

But she thought the better of it: everyone had places to be this morning. Erica had classes to attend at the university, Melanie had school, dad had to work once he was done upstairs, and John had work as well, but later on in the day. Mom was the only one who didn't have to be anywhere, but that was only because being a housewife was her full-time job. Any fooling around would have to wait until tonight, at the latest, and that was assuming that John still wanted that. A few hours in the outside world could do a lot to change her opinion.