Sam wakes up in a different world.

Sam woke up slowly.

His mouth was dry, his body was sluggish, and he really didn't want to get up and go to school.

He just wanted to lay there and keep dreaming weird dreams.

Sadly, the alarm clock on the nightstand next to his bed was already wide awake with unpleasant buzzing noises, so Sam would continue to wake until he had the strength to reach over and smack it. After doing so, Sam sat upright in bed and slowly opened his eyes. At first, he wondered why it was hard for his gaze to focus on anything. He blinked a few times and noticed something strange after a solid thirty-seconds of mild confusion.

His hair was in his eyes.

His long, messy, and platinum blonde hair.

Not the short and neat crop of light brown hair he was oh-so familiar with.

Once he reluctantly reached forward with both hands and parted the shiny strands hanging in front of his eyes, Sam noticed the second unusual feature about himself.

His hands. They were slightly tanned, looked like they belonged to a woman, and the half-inch-long nails on the tip of every finger were painted with a shiny plastic-like coat of pink paint.

When his trembling hands lowered, it was easy to guess what Sam noticed next.

The mountains of smooth rounded flesh on his narrow chest came into view as his blanket slid down, and the naked young man, if he could even still be considered as such, gazed down at the heavy and insanely jiggly tits he was sporting with wide eyes of utter shock.

In the next instant, all Sam could manage to do was scream at the top of her lungs, letting out a high-pitched girly shriek that was loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

After a few moments of this, Sam's cry of panic was cut off by her bedroom door swinging open and her older sister barging in.

"Sammy!" Christina said, **** worry plainly written across her freckled face. "What's wrong?! Are you alright?!"

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Five Minutes Later

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"Geeze, Sam. Don't scare me like that." Christina said, handing her naked younger sister a glass of water. "I mean, nightmares are one thing, but you sounded like someone was about to kill you."

"Sorry." Sam whispered as she slowly took the warm glass in her hands, looking forward at nothing in particular with a thousand-yard-stare. She was sitting on her bed with her back against the wall, and the blanket wrapped around her lower half was modestly hiding her curvy hips and long womanly legs as they were extended straight out in front of her. Not to mention Sam's huge half-erect dick, the same one that she remembered blasting wherever she wanted around his High school whenever the urge arose. Even though it was hidden from view, she was painfully aware of its hairless and extra-smooth existence.

Everything that happened at school yesterday felt like a dream. Or, well, everything that would've happened today if Josh hadn't reset the day itself, somehow.

Whatever he found on their walk to school must've been magic, or something. Her best friend had been slowly turning the world into his own personal perverted paradise, and Sam had been none-the-wiser to any of it. Right then, right there, as Sam sat on her bed with her former brother standing over her, she wanted to be mad. She wanted to be enraged, scared, and horrified at everything. The fact that she was at the mercy of probably the most irresponsible individual by some weird device that could alter space-time should've caused all of those emotions to surface and multiply until she had a heart attack.

Instead, Sam simply sat there on her bed with a sense of irritated curiosity.

On one hand, that horny idiot turned her into an oversexed bimbo. On the other, he let Sam keep her dick and enhanced the fuck out of it.

On one hand, that pervy degenerate made it so that their High school was on a separate adults-only campus where sex seemed to be more important than actual academics. On the other hand, the sex classes were admittedly awesome, and the physics of this new reality Josh had created had made it so that **** types of hentai-level sex was both possible and totally normal. She never would've known what it was like to shove her giant cock down the massive-breasted cheer team captain's throat during her second-period 'face-fucking' class if not for Josh, after all.

On one hand, Sam has now had sex with a man because of Josh's use of his device. On the other, the sex was with a tight-assed anthro catboy that milked her and Josh's mega-dicks so much so that even thinking about the unbelievably pleasurable experience was causing her dick to swell with need underneath the blanket.

On one hand, Sam was bisexual now. On the other hand, Sam was surprisingly okay with being bisexual now, although she mildly grimaced at the thought of being on the receiving end of a huge dick. Fucking cute femmy dudes was one thing, but the idea of being dominated by a muscular man didn't seem too appealing. (Even though it didn't seem particularly unpleasant, either.)

On one hand, something that Josh had done with his device had turned his bully of an older brother into a hot ginger with watermelons for tits. On the other hand... It was actually sort of nice being cared for and treated as he was now for once, and the view of Christina's perfectly round and heavily freckled mammaries sloshed around in her skimpy yellow bikini-top was both soothing and arousing, Sam realized; more-so than the meaty sausage that was outlined down one leg of the loose baggy jeans that were sagging around her juicy round ass and showing off the thick base of her big dick and hairless freckled crotch, but Sam would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about what this erotic creature looked like without clothes on, former brother or not.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Christina asked, placing both hands on her curvy hips as she cocked them to the side and looked at him with concern on her pretty face. "I'm sure mom wouldn't care if you took a day off from school if you're not up for it."

Sam looked up from her six-foot-tall sister's heavy tits and up into her heart-shaped pink eyes, feeling as though she shouldn't be surprised by that.

Their mom had passed away when Sam was young, so that must mean...

"Is everything okay?" Danielle asked as she walked into Sam's room, her full black-painted lips curled into a worried frown. "It's awfully quiet in here."

The six-foot-four middle-aged milf had breasts that were bigger than Sam's but smaller than Christina's. Her hair was still short, but now it was a deep jet-black. She was wearing nothing but a frilly black apron over her ghostly pale bombshell figure, and had an ass that was larger than both of the sibling's bouncy round rumps. Not to mention, the bulging outline of a ridiculously big dick was trailing down from her hips all the way to the middle of her calves.

"I think so." Christina said, then shrugged. "Sammy's still getting over that nightmare of hers."

"Nightmare?" Danielle asked, turning to look at her blonde slack-jawed daughter. "What was it about?"

"S-Stuff..." Sam managed to say, then took a sip from the glass of water and cleared her throat. "I think I've already forgotten what it was about, but it wasn't good." She lied, in more than one way.

"Well, okay then. Breakfast is almost ready, so come on down when you feel up to it." Danielle said in her sultry and loving voice, still frowning. "If I don't see you in ten minutes, I'll just come and bring your plate up here for you."

"Okay, da-, er, mom..." Sam said, slowly glancing between her sexy family members. "I'll be right there, you guys go on ahead."

The pair left, and Sam was soon sitting alone in bed with her mind spinning and cock throbbing.

After sitting there in deep thought for another few minutes, she reached for her phone as it was sitting on the nightstand.

Why the hell should she wait to go to his house? Sam was about to call Josh and give him a piece of her mind! That cock-loving dunce better buckle up for the scolding of a-

... Aaand his phone wouldn't turn on, it seemed.

Damn it.