Anna's turn

The air smelled like burnt sugar and sex, thick enough to **** on. Across the room, Alena stood frozen mid-giggle, her ridiculous DD-cups suspended in mid-bounce, one manicured hand still raised to adjust that stupid pink hair clip she always wore. Only Anna remained conscious, her voice trembling as invisible bonds held her in place. The remote's glow painted Anna's tear-streaked face in eerie blue light.

"You can't—you can't just change me like this!"

Zane chuckled, scrolling through her bio. "Watch me."

Name: Anna Cheng

Age: 22 → 19

Height: 160cm

Weight: 60kg → 55kg

Eyes: Brown → Light brown (contacts)

Hair: Black

Bust: 80cm (A-cup) → 95cm (D-cup)

Waist: 70cm → 58cm

Hips: 80cm → 90cm

Occupation: Marketing exec → OF model (1.8M followers)

Personality: Ambitious → Airheaded, cock-drunk, submissive

Anna's breath hitched. "Zane, please—"

EXECUTE.

A warm tingle spread through Anna's limbs. She gasped as her skin tightened, childhood scars dissolving like sugar in water. The faint sunspots on her cheeks vanished, leaving porcelain-doll smoothness. Her hands—once marked by years of typing and stress—softened into delicate, manicured paws.

"No no no—I worked so hard to grow up, to be taken seriously—"

Her modest A-cups prickled with heat. The fabric of her blouse strained as flesh swelled beneath, heavy and insistent. Buttons pinged off one by one, revealing creamy skin stretched taut over new, plump curves. She whimpered as the weight settled—not as obscene as Alena's DD-cups, but perky D-cups that jiggled with every shaky breath.

She tried to cover herself, but her arms wouldn't obey.

"Aw, don't be shy," Zane mocked, tapping the remote. "Let's see those new tits properly."

Anna's hands moved against her will, cupping her enhanced breasts and squeezing with enough **** to make her moan. Her nipples hardened into sensitive pink buds, so much larger than before. "N-no! Stop making me—!"

A sharp crack echoed as Anna's pelvis expanded. She cried out, hands flying to her hips as they flared outward, seams of her pencil skirt splitting open. Her once-flat ass rounded into perfect, bouncy globes, the fabric of her thong digging into newfound cleavage.

Anna's sharp jawline softened into a heart-shaped doll face. Her lips plumped on their own, glistening with a sticky pink gloss she never applied. Eyelashes thickened into cartoonish fans, fluttering over newly vacant eyes. The final touch—light brown circle lenses slid over her irises, mirroring Alena's empty, doll-like gaze.

Fire licked through Anna's crotch. She clawed at her panties as hair retracted, leaving her bald and hypersensitive. Inner walls clenched around nothing, already dripping. Her clit swelled into a needy little nub, permanently exposed.

"Oh god, it feels like I’m already turned on—why does it feel so good—"

The worst part came last.

Memories of late-night study sessions dissolved. Her proudest career moments—promotions, presentations—were overwritten with flashes of taking facials, bouncing on cams, begging for tips. A new "truth" burned into her mind: Zane handles our money because we’re too stupid to count past ten.

The ghost of her old self screamed as her entire identity was overwritten with giggly bimbo programming.__

The house rippled around them. Beige walls turned Barbie-dreamhouse pink. Framed diplomas melted into lewd Polaroids of the twins spreading for the camera. Anna’s tasteful bookshelf warped into a shrine of dildos and surprisingly their Sanrio plushies remained.

Alena unpaused and squealed, pulling Anna into a hug. "What's up sis?!"

Anna’s mouth opened—to protest, to scream—but what came out was a giggly, airheaded coo: "Omigod, how's it going twinnnn!"

Anna's mouth opened - to protest, to scream - but what came out was a giggly, airheaded coo: "Like, totally twinnies!" The words tasted wrong, but her body moved on its own, striking a pose that showed off their matching curves. Some deep part of her recoiled at how naturally the valley girl inflection came now.

Zane unzipped his pants with a satisfied grin, his erection springing free. "Prove it."

The twins dropped to their knees in perfect sync, their new bodies moving on instinct. Anna's mind screamed - this isn't me, this isn't me - but her lips parted eagerly, tongue licking a stripe up Zane's shaft alongside Alena's. Their enhanced breasts pressed together around his length, creating a warm, slick tunnel of flesh.

Alena nuzzled Anna's cheek with a giggle. "Isn't Daddy's cock the yummiest?" Her breath smelled like cotton candy and vodka - when had she been drinking?

Anna's last coherent thought shattered as her new voice chirped: "Sooo yummy! Can we share, sissy?" Her fingers found Alena's dripping pussy on their own, two digits sliding in easily as she took Zane's tip between her glossy lips.

The next hour passed in a blur of moans and squelching flesh. Zane fucked Alena's ass doggystyle while the new Anna knelt beneath them, catching every drop that spilled from her sister's stretched hole with her tongue. When it was her turn, Anna came instantly the moment Zane entered her - her rewritten body couldn't help it. She fingered herself frantically as she watched Zane pound into Alena's throat, her new nails scratching uselessly at her own swollen clit.

Deep inside, the ghost of the real Anna wept.

But all Zane heard was two identical bimbo voices moaning in unison:

"Thank you for looking after us, Daddy!"