My Big(?) Sister

Even after agent Cuzamano rushed me back into the hallway, I was in a daze. I mean, my mother had always been a trophy wife, but before that was, like, a trophy you'd win in a bowling tournament that comes with a coupon for hot wings. Now this, this was serious Oscar quality.

"Wait, can you just, can you tell me what that was?" I asked Cuzamano, "I mean what, what happened to her? And why did she call me Stevie?"

"Ah, well, that's your name now," said Cuzamano, "As far as all the records will show, you're Steven White, your mother is Maria White, and your family is the White family."

"But, how did she know that before I did? And, and how she was acting, my mother would never speak that nicely to me. And her, well, y'know, her.."

"Look, I told you, we didn't change anything in your brain, but-"

"Oh, so you are doing your mad science after all? Y'know for a minute I thought-"

Suddenly, Cuzamano stopped walking and turned around to glare at me "Look, don't pretend like you know what goes into making that call. Your mother was much closer to the organization than you were, this is something we did for her protection. Besides, are you really gonna complain about that attitude adjustment?"

I sighed, "I mean, I guess not-"

"Good, and I promise you, you'll be on board with all this once you see everything. Now, let's go give your sister a visit."

The walk to my sister's room took a lot longer than the first one, which gave me some time to think about what we were in for. After all, with me and my mom, yeah, they did a lot, but it was all just, like, enhancement, y'know? Taking what was basically already there and making it better. If that's what they were doing for Jess, they had their work cut out for them.

My sister had never really been good looking at the best of times, always kinda lanky and horsefaced, but in the last few years it'd got worse. All the trials, the shit with the feds, it was stressful for the whole family, and se dealt with it by stuffing her face; last I checked she was around 260 pounds, and trust me, that weight went to all the wrong places. I don't know if it'd even be safe to take out that much with lippo, and even then, not like what's underneath was a big improvement.

Then again, not all the family members had to be sexy. Sure, me and mom were, but maybe that was just a fluke. Maybe everyone else would just look, y'know, normal.

"Alright, this is it," Said Cuzamano, stopping in front of one of the doors, "Oh, and just so you know, your sister's new name is Katelyn, but just call her Katie."

"Uh, okay," I said as I opened the door. "Hey Katie, it's me..."

"Steve!"

Before I could get my bearings, before I even took my hand off the knob, I felt the impact against my chest. I was knocked off balance, almost fell over even, but when I go my footing I realized what'd just hit me. My sister had just run into me, and was hugging me tighter than anyone ever had before, but I could only just barely recognize she was my sister.

For one, the fat was all gone, she was more trim than I'd ever seen her, but that was the least of it. She was shorter. I didn't think surgery could even do that, but she just was, before she came in at 6' even, now she couldn't be more than 5'5. Her hair, too, I don't know what these people do with hair, but it wasn't the chaotic curly disaster it used to be, now she had these long, flowing brown locks with just enough natural shine and bounce to them to know they're not ironed.

Then she looked up at me, "Oh it's so good to finally see you," she said, but I was feeling even better seeing her. The long, horsey face was gone, now it was a lot smaller, a lot more rounded, with this adorable little button nose, and yet despite the overhaul, it still recognizably looked like my sister. "Don't ever leave me alone that long again"

Before I could respond, she burried her face back in my chest, so I just reached around to give her a reassuring pat on the back. That's when I saw it. This whole time, I'd been feeling her tits push into me, definitely at least DDs, and I'd thought those were nice, but it was clear that my sister's new ass was the main attraction.

It was uncanny, like every spec of fat she used to have had been sculpted into the perfect bubble butt. It was huge, bigger than any ass I'd ever seen in person, but it still had this perfect teardrop shape that made it look natural. In fact, everything about it looked natural, from the smooth curve into her slim thighs to the healthy jiggle it made when she moved. It was the type of ass entire rap albums could be written about, and it was right there in front of me, jutting out the back of her hospital gown.

I couldn't help myself. I slid the hand on her back down, until it was wrapped around one supple cheek, and I started to squeeze. The feeling was heavenly, absolutely worth the shitstorm I knew it would kick up. I mean, I was groping my sister. Hell, I was groping my sister in front of a federal agent, this was gonna end badly. And yet, it just... didn't.

My sister used to call me a pervert for taking her laundry out of the dryer, but now, with my hand going to town on her ass, she was completely silent. She stayed hugging me just as tightly, maybe even tighter, with her face buried in my chest, all that changed was that she started to inhale deeply, really drinking in my scent as I violated her ass. In fact, it was quiet, but I could swear I heard her cooing, just a little, as well. I would've been happy to stay in that position for an hour, but that day still had more in store for me.

I felt Agent Cuzamano tapping my shoulder, "Glad you two are so happy to see each other," she said, "But right now, she needs to be taken in for observation." I turned around and saw another orderly standing next to Cuzamano, and, reluctantly, I broke out of Katie's hug. Judging by the look on her face, she was even more ****, but she didn't make any kind of fuss as the orderly lead her off.

"Alright," said Cuzamano, "Two down, one to go."