Bimbo and make Anna watch everything

The bathroom door opened upstairs. Footsteps padded down the hallway. Zane watched Anna's eyes dart toward the staircase, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts through her nose.

Alena appeared at the top of the stairs in pink satin pyjama shorts and a thin white tank top, her dark hair wrapped in a towel turban. She froze mid-step when she saw Zane.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Her voice cracked with confusion. She looked to her sister - stiff as a mannequin on the couch, tears streaming down her face. "Anna? What's—"

Zane hit the pause button.

Alena's body locked up, one foot still hovering above the next stair. The towel around her hair unravelled and fell to the floor with a soft whump.

"Always had a thing for you, Lena," Zane said, circling her frozen form. He plucked at her tank top, letting it snap back against her C-cup breasts. "Anna used to say you had the 'AirPod build' - all tits and no ass." He grinned at Anna's muffled sob. "Let's fix that."

The remote chirped as he scrolled through Alena's profile. Her body shimmered like heat haze off pavement.

"First things first," Zane announced, tapping the screen. "That soft little tummy of yours? Gone." Alena's body tensed as her stomach pulled taut, the slight curve beneath her navel flattening into toned abs. Her thighs slimmed until a gap appeared between them, the last traces of cellulite vanishing like someone had airbrushed her skin. "There we go. Now you've actually got something worth showing off."

He stepped back to admire his work, then smirked. "But what's a tight stomach without the right curves?" His fingers danced across the remote. "Let's give you that hourglass you always pretended to have at the gym." Alena's waist cinched inward like someone was pulling an invisible corset tight, while her hips flared outward, stretching the seams of her pyjama shorts. The fabric strained as her ass rounded out, plump and jiggly even in her frozen state. "Jesus, look at that. Might need to buy you some new pants."

Zane moved in front of her, eye level with her chest. "Now these," he said, flicking her left nipple through the thin fabric, "are nice. But they could be nicer." The tank top began to strain as her breasts swelled beneath it, the neckline gaping open to reveal deep cleavage. The straps dug into her shoulders as they ballooned to DD-cups, her nipples darkening and becoming more pronounced. "There's my girl. Bet those get you plenty of attention already, huh?"

He grabbed her chin, tilting her frozen face side to side. "Pretty enough, I guess. But let's make you unforgettable." Alena's cheekbones sharpened, her nose shrinking slightly at the bridge. Her lips plumped like she'd gotten the world's best filler, glistening even without makeup. Eyelashes thickened until they cast shadows on her cheeks. "There. Now you look like you belong on a billboard."

Zane grabbed the waistband of her pyjama shorts and yanked them down. Pink cotton panties strained over her new hips. He hooked a finger under the crotch and peeked inside. "Bush? Nah." A button press. The hair vanished, leaving her bare as a Barbie doll. "Much better. Now you're always ready."

Anna whimpered behind him, the sound muffled by whatever invisible **** kept her silent.

"Relax," Zane said without turning around. "We're just getting to the good part." He tapped the remote's screen. "Let's see... pre-med student? That's cute." He deleted the entry with a flourish. "No more late nights studying for you, Lena. Let's say... barely graduated high school. There we go." Another tap. "And that 4.0 GPA? Let's make that a 2.0. Just barely scraped by." His smirk widened as he scrolled. "Current occupation... how about 'Stripper'? No, wait - 'OnlyFans superstar'. 2 million followers. Special skills?" He chuckled darkly. "Deep-throating and anal. And let's not forget personality traits..." His thumbs flew across the screen. "Dumb. Bubbly. Horny 24/7. Oh, and this is important - desperately in love with me."

The changes hit Alena's brain like a sledgehammer. Her frozen expression went slack, lips parting slightly. A thin line of drool slid down her chin.

Zane hit UNPAUSE.

Alena staggered as her foot finally met the stair. She blinked slowly, then beamed at Zane like he'd hung the moon. "Zaaaaane!" Her voice was higher now, dumber. She practically bounced down the stairs, her new tits jiggling with each step. "You didn't tell me you were coming over!" She threw her arms around his neck, grinding against him. "Mmm, you feel so big."

Anna made a guttural noise behind them.

Alena turned, finally noticing her sister. "Ohmygod Anna, why are you crying?" She giggled, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Did you, like, forget to take your Xanax again?"

Zane watched Anna's face crumple. Tears dripped onto her lap. Her fingers clawed at the couch cushions, nails tearing the fabric.

He looked between the sisters - one broken, one reborn. The remote hummed in his hand, eager for more.