Michaela 2.0... Gone wrong

Zack sat cross-legged on the bed, the remote glowing softly in his hands. Michaela was still asleep beside him, her chest rising and falling gently as she dreamed. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the remote and the occasional rustle of sheets as Michaela shifted in her sleep. Zack’s mind was racing, his fingers tapping nervously on the remote’s screen. He had just discovered the Import/Export Person Function, and the possibilities were making his head spin.

I could make another Michaela, he thought, his eyes darting to her sleeping form. Imagine having two of her. Twins. That would be insane. The idea was intoxicating. Michaela was already perfect—gorgeous, confident, and completely devoted to him. But two of her? That would be next-level. He could have one for the camera, one for himself. Or both at the same time. The thought made his heart race.

But there was a problem. He couldn’t have two people with the exact same name. That would be confusing. He needed a new name for the second Michaela. He scrolled through the remote’s menu, selecting Edit on Michaela’s profile. The screen displayed her bio, and Zack’s fingers hovered over the Name field.

“Gabriella,” he muttered under his breath. “Yeah, Gabriella Cruz. That sounds good.” He typed the name into the remote, replacing Michaela’s name with Gabriella’s. The change was instant, the remote humming softly as it updated the profile.

Next, he adjusted the Cup Size. Michaela’s C-cups were perfect, but Zack thought D-cups would be even better. He tapped the arrow next to Bust, increasing the measurement to 105 cm. The remote’s screen flickered as it processed the change, and Zack felt a thrill of excitement. This is going to be amazing, he thought.

He scrolled down to the Fetishes section. Michaela’s profile listed exhibitionism, submission, and roleplay. Zack smirked and added **** to the list. If he was going to have twins, they needed to be comfortable around each other. Plus, it would make their OnlyFans content even more lucrative. He could already imagine the headlines: Filipino Twins Take OnlyFans by Storm.

For good measure, he added singing to Gabriella’s hobbies. It would give her another talent to draw more followers to their page. People love a multi-talented bimbo, he thought, his grin widening.

The remote’s screen displayed the updated profile:

Name: Gabriella Cruz

Age: 18

Height: 160 cm

Weight: 52 kg

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black (styled in loose waves)

Bust: 105 cm

Cup Size: D-Cups

Waist: 60 cm

Hips: 95 cm

Ethnicity: Filipino

Religion: N/A

Occupation: OnlyFans Model, Social Media Influencer

Personality Traits: Spoiled, materialistic, flirtatious, attention-seeking.

Hobbies: Shopping, singing, makeup tutorials, clubbing, posting thirst traps on TikTok and Instagram.

Relationships: Distant from her mother, Maria; sees Zack as a “hot older guy.”

Life Goals: Get more followers, buy designer clothes, find a permanent sugar daddy.

Fetishes: ****, exhibitionism, submission, roleplay.

Zack leaned back, admiring his handiwork. Gabriella was going to be perfect—a slightly upgraded version of Michaela, with bigger boobs, a new talent, and a willingness to explore her twin sister in ways that would make their OnlyFans page explode. All he needed now was a target to export the profile to.

He glanced at Michaela, who was still asleep. I can’t use her, he thought. _She’s already perfect. I need someone else. _His mind raced as he tried to think of a suitable candidate. Then it hit him: a homeless person. Someone no one would miss. Someone he could give a better life to—as his personal fuckdoll.

Before he could get out of bed to go find someone, Michaela woke up and saw Zack locked in on the remote.

“What’s that doo-hickey?” Michaela’s voice was playful, but there was an edge to it. Zack turned to see her perked up in bed, a curious smile on her face. She must have woken up.

“Nothing,” Zack said quickly, trying to hide the remote. But Michaela was too fast. She snatched it out of his hand, her eyes narrowing as she examined the screen.

“Gabriella Cruz?” she read aloud, her brow furrowing. “Who’s that? And why does she look like me?”

“Give it back,” Zack said, reaching for the remote. But Michaela stepped back, holding it out of his reach.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” she said, her voice firm.

Zack lunged for the remote, and in the struggle, his finger brushed against the Export button. The remote beeped, and the blue light flared, blinding them both. Zack stumbled back, his vision swimming as the changes began to take hold.

Zack’s body shuddered violently, his muscles tightening and loosening in waves as the remote’s energy coursed through him. He dropped to his knees, clutching his chest as his pecs softened, the firm muscle giving way to soft, supple flesh. His nipples hardened, tingling with sensitivity as his breasts began to swell, pushing against his shirt until the fabric strained to contain them. He gasped, his voice cracking and rising in pitch as his vocal cords reshaped themselves.

“No, no, no!” Zack shouted, his voice now unmistakably feminine. He looked down at his hands, which were shrinking, his fingers becoming slender and delicate. His nails grew longer, painted a glossy pink without his consent. He reached up to touch his face, feeling his jawline soften, his cheeks becoming rounder, more doll-like. His lips plumped up, turning into a perfect pout, and his eyes widened, the irises darkening to a deep, sultry brown.

His waist cinched in, his hips flaring out as his body reshaped itself into Gabriella’s hourglass figure. He felt his thighs thicken, his ass rounding out and becoming impossibly plump. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure, pain, and horror as his body completed its transformation.

“What’s happening to me?” Zack—no, Gabriella—cried, her voice trembling. She reached between her legs, feeling her balls draining themselves of cum and her penis shrunk and eventually inverted into a tight, wet pussy. The sensation was electric, a wave of pleasure washing over her as her body finalized its transformation.

Michaela watched in stunned silence, the remote still in her hand. “Gabriella?” she said hesitantly, her voice unsure.

Gabriella looked up at her, tears streaming down her face. “Michaela,” she whispered, her voice soft and melodic. “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”

But the remote had already done its work. Reality adjusted, and the two sisters no longer remembered Zack or the remote. To them, they had always been twins—Gabriella and Michaela Cruz, the hottest duo on OnlyFans.

Gabriella wiped her tears and stood up, her new body feeling natural, as if it had always been hers. Completely forgetting why she was crying just moments ago. She glanced at Michaela, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Come on,” she said, her voice now confident and sultry. “We’ve got content to film.”

Michaela grinned, her earlier confusion forgotten. “Let’s make it our best vid yet.”

The two sisters lay on Michaela’s massive bed. Gabriella’s new memories filled her mind—singing in front of the mirror, playing with each other for their OnlyFans videos, and even the playful rivalry with Michaela over who could get more subscribers.

“You know,” Gabriella said, her voice teasing, “I think my D-cups are going to steal the show this time.”

Michaela rolled her eyes, but there was a competitive glint in her smile. “Please, my C-cups are classic. People love a natural look.”

Gabriella giggled, her hips swaying as they walked. “Natural, huh? Is that why you’re always trying to keep up with me?”

Michaela shot her a mock glare. “Keep up with you? Honey, I’m the one who taught you how to work the camera.”

The two sisters bantered back and forth, their bond as twins stronger than ever. Zack was gone, his existence erased, replaced by Gabriella—a perfect twin bimbo, ready to take the world by storm.

Gabriella glanced down at her hands, noticing the remote was gone. She shrugged, the thought slipping away as quickly as it had come. “Let’s make this video unforgettable,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence.

Michaela grinned, unlocking the door. “Oh, it will be. But don’t think I’m letting you steal the spotlight this time.”

Gabriella laughed, following her inside. “We’ll see about that, sis.”

The door closed behind them, the remote’s work complete. The world had adjusted, and the Cruz twins were ready to conquer it—one sultry video at a time.