Bart West-Allen.

Now then we have the world let’s work on some ideas. The Imp clapped her hands, bringing herself to meet her favored.

Nora West-Allen.

A near catatonic and very receptive Nora stood in front of her. The Imp keeping her calm in a nice dream sequence as she finished prepping for this.

She planned a few minor tweaks to make this powwow go smooth. Mainly beautiful Nora would be a heroic all free will this, violating a person by swapping some bits and pieces of their being that, plus all morality and restraint.

While The Imp quite admired those attributes she wished to give Nora her absolute deepest and wildest fantasies. Sure some of the thoughts were in passing or jest or the weird parts of the brain thinking about strange stuff. Things everyone ignored or didn’t even notice about themselves.

So to ensure Nora got the best of what she wanted,The Imp had to make sure those pesky rational thoughts and decency didn’t make a bother.

_Onward we go. _The Imp rolled up her sleeves, always a little icky about contact like this. Still it didn’t stop her from rooting through Nora’s more buried thoughts, secret fantasies and dark ideas, amassing quite a collection in moments.

_More than enough, and my you are kinky. _Pleasantly surprised she didn’t have to reach too far down, Nora already a kinky mistress indeed.

The Imp took a big scoop of those deep dark fantasies and urges Nora harbored in her subconscious and dumped the whole lot of it on top of her. Ensuring the more naughty bits and ideas were up front and present.

Funny how what you desire knows no bounds yet you all hide it away. A pity.

Nora would still be Nora except for these quiet times of them meeting, where her darker, naughtier tendencies were required.

Her brain now a sex drenched sponge, entirely fueled by the deepest darkest thoughts she ever had. Leaving nothing off the table now.

With another clap The Imp awakened Nora, a smidge of power going to keep her happy and content. In addition to a simmering level of arousal to keep things interesting.

“Hello Nora.”

“Hi.”

“I am a Imp-of the sixth dimension and no not like those tricksters form the 5th, and I have decided to give you a reward.”

“Okay, what did I do?” Nora willing to admit she didn’t fully get why this Imp saw to reward her.

“Suffered so much, all the pain, the anguish. And now you get the reward at the end for all the bad stuff,” The Imp said, unaware this Nora while incredibly similar had a different slightly less sad background. Not that it affected Nora’s kinks much, her two selves not that different.

“What reward?”

“Anything, think of all those sexy thoughts and imagine,” The Imp said, face lighting up into a bright smile when Nora did just that.

A few daydreams played through Nora while The Imp got her list together, materializing what she needed out of the void.

“We can start with…” The Imp consulted a tablet in her hand the name that popped up someone she was unfamiliar with. “I don’t know who Bart is but we’ll fix that.”

“Ok, he’s my brother,” Nora supplied helpfully, still confused yet oddly fine with this.

“My, maybe I should’ve watched ahead.” The Imp pondered possibly checking out the other seasons to see what she missed. Nah. She got this far, already helped Nora and the world a bit might as well let it go.

Nora for her part handling the void and strange woman person quite well, partly due to The Imp’s influence. Pussy already wet and getting wetter as it went on, aided by naughty thoughts of how the Imp would look between her legs

“What’s happening exactly?” Nora asked, alight in curiosity and the wonder The Imp admired in her.

“I’m giving you your greatest fantasies.”

“Great,” Nora said smiling, the naughty thoughts kept piling up. The things she could do, the kinks unleashed.

Glad to see she’s into it. The Imp ready to get down to oh so pleasurably hot business.

“So tell me, what do you think of Bart, what would you like to see happen?” The Imp asked, super eager to see where Nora’s already kinky and now inhibition free mind would take this. She’s got a little nudge now it’s all hers.

Nora for her part didn’t disappoint with her new mindset. “He’s a dumbass, and reckless sometimes, constantly butt bumps into me or leaves his stuff lying around. I don’t think I need a brother like him. Maybe I don’t need him, or maybe a sister…” Nora said, she pondered what would be the best for him in her new kinky way. “Maybe someone similar to me, a twin. Yes my twin sister.”

“As you command!”

“And she’s a little like me, but more adventurous, and we have different jobs. She also has longer hair, I got the dibs on mine being to the side,” Nora added, she wanted someone like her without copying her.

“That’s okay, we’ll fill in the blanks as we go,” The Imp said, she clapped her hands again. Bringing herself and naughty-fied Nora to witness the first of the world’s many sexy changes.

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Bart’s morning routine a long arduous affair compared to the rest of his fast paced being. The routine more than rivaled his sister’s in depth and the twofold in time it took. After all what else would help him look so Crash, and a total badass still.

Currently on his hair care for the morning after a shower, it wasn’t like his signature style came from simply getting out of bed. A touch of precision hair gel, a razor for the parts and creative comb use to style it right. All to create his signature and in his opinion totally unique hairdo.

Singing aloud to a tune in his head as he worked on perfecting his already stellar hair. Nearly done with his part giving him plenty of time for a stroll for breakfast and than a mad dash to campus as he somehow ran out of time.

Well that would’ve happened if his routine stayed the same, yet it didn’t.

Huh, what? His comb, which he was using to set the direction of the part of his hair right running into a problem. The comb tangled up in hair-hair growing lighter and ever longer in the mirror!

My hair? For a moment he considered his super speed as the cause, which lasted about five seconds before being discounted.

_Don’t panic, it’s just hair. Long, flowing shiny hair. _His hair kept lengthening, beautiful curled locks now down past his shoulders and finally showing signs of slowing.

It sparked a whole other problem, a dull ache from his pecs and a feeling of being squished.

Bart stared in the mirror, hair shaded eyes went wide at the ongoing predicament. Pools of fat collecting on his-pecs with small buds forming underneath his nipples. The shrap! He grabbed the sore, raised buds, growing more panicked as they grew and swelled into his hands. He could feel his areolas growing, puffed out and sensitive, desperately in need of attention.

Hands clutching his chest a further problem, decidedly slimmer and more delicate, a subtle sliver polish overtook his nails. Even as his pecs-weren’t pecs anymore, resembling a young woman’s chest!

Breasts! From the set or two he saw, or the various…pictures he knew what they were. Honkers, breasts, cantaloupes!

Hard brown nipples proudly shown off on the developing breasts. A new foreign yet familiar want of breasts being sucked, body worshiped popped into mind. As the fading thought turned into his signature originality?

Have to call, get help. His attempts to move thwarted by more in-depth parts of his change.

He lurched forward, clutching the sink vanity to stay upright. Growing dizzy and feeling squished as he rapidly lost height. Dropping from a crash-cool, six-feet to a mere five-foot-nil. Groaning as he shrank, a sense of vertigo.

Everything happening across his body piled up, arms thin and wispy, slender legs, slim body. All around smaller hand more petite.

New thoughts seemed to accompany his transformed body, of his breasts being worshiped, of dirty hair pulling thoughts.

Even his slang, more old school.

_How is this happening to me, why! _Left unanswered as his chest finally stopped growing, left with a perky set of breasts he somehow knew needed a 34D bra.

Oh good god. He cupped a breast the best he could, a new pleasant sensation sent a shudder through his body to his hard cock.

Cock the only thing that still felt himself, struggling in his boxers something fierce. It seemed every mind numbing sensation he went through went directly to his cock.

Please, no, can’t, yes please! Mind a bit jumbled, heavily divided if it liked this or not. Cock not helping in its demanding needy state.

“Oh, god, oh!”

A soft, decidedly less than androgynous and close to feminine moan escaped his fuller lips. He arched his hips forward, writhing on the countertop as his butt plumped up. A now ample bosom and full hips to be a heavy rival to his twin’s, underwear half stretched to ****.

Butt to pull all the lovers.

Already nearly feminine body slipping further into undeniably feminine, any sharp, masc features washed away under the relentless hand hiding this.

_I look, I no! _His face softer, more distinctly not his handsome face anymore. More his sister’s…no, I look like Nora. A spitting image to his sister, only broken up be teeny tiny variations. Still as cute as his sister’s with a adorable nose.

Am I turning into her! Except that didn’t feel right. I’m becoming like her? It felt better from whatever reason.

The pace started another change, his age. Being too young at nineteen to be Nora’s twin after all.

The age difference of the the two siblings was three years, that dropped to two, than to one. Bart’s body more resembling Nora’s the closer their ages got. Aided by filling out in all the best places.

A new name warmed through the sex filled, smutty thoughts merging with Bart to meld with a new identity, a woman named Briana.

The new name coincided perfectly with the last remnants of Bart departing, Cumulating into the hard, not long for this changed world cock she sported. The cock dripped cum, waiting for the perfect moment to welcome Briana fully.

Yes, please yes! She begged for this one final release, body as tensed as a taut wire.

The moment came and Nora had a twin sister, someone much more alike to her.

Briana shuddered as she came in her pants, the dick’s final pleasure filled hoorah. She let out a strangled sex filled scream at the release. The two selves became one, Bart now Briana.

With the now set personality in charge the extraneous dick pulled in on itself, still spurting come into her underwear as an opening formed underneath the dick rapidly turning clit. Nary an outcry from her the dick shrank further into the deepening opening to become a clit to adore Briana’s rather inviting cunt.

Done, done I’m done. Quite empty of the frantic energy she wasn’t too sure came from. The dick though gone.

It was over, leaving her no sign of ever having a dick besides the fading cum stains in her panties. The dick something she wouldn’t think of missing anyway by the time it was over.

A curious stroke of her new sensitive cunt sent Briana up into the stars again, so far the best orgasm she ever had coursing through her quivering, sweaty body.

Good, god great!

Briana fondled her breasts in wonder, nipples hard. The ministrations kicking off a new demanding sensation in her body.

To be filled, used, adored. The urge to be front and center cementing deep into her more bubbly personality. Different than Nora but less obnoxious and self assured than her pervious self, a vast improvement from her sister’s prospective.

Subconsciously she filtered through her new background, history and being. She was Briana West-Allen, 22, had long gorgeous black hair and brown eyes. Close in appearance to her twin Nora. And the sexier of the two in her opinion, feeling she had a slight advantage, especially in the tushy area.

The power behind the start of this new character arc finished, thrilled with how well this went and eager to do more. So it did.

The world shifted underneath Briana, from the flat in the future to a more modest apartment in the new present. Left arranged on her bed in her modified yet similar bedroom processing the new influx.

A combo of Bart and Briana, fulfilling Nora’s wish for a sister she got along better with and didn’t annoy her.

A loud breathy moan from her lips sparked a few things; the reboot of Briana’s arousal filled mind, the perfect twitch of a toy perched in her cunt and the subsequent floaty warmth of a brilliant orgasm.

Briana opened her eyes, still a little woozy from the **** of her latest and greatest orgasm. A dumbstruck smirk on her face at how great it was, so great her toes tingled and an ache in her loins.

Dam custom made toys are the freaking best! For a moment it had felt like she was stroking a cock on herself. How it felt when the tip filled with pleasure, the wild urge to penetrate.

But that was silly she didn’t have one just like her twin and didn’t want it. Although, It would make attracting some girls easier though.

It was a interesting idea but she was quite happy with her current cunt and special toys.

If she had a dick she wouldn’t be able to take one in her cunt, sure the back door alway a option but it didn’t quite scratch the itch.

You were the best thing I ever bought. The custom made dildo in her hands her best sex toy purchase to date, it filled a lot of the check-marks, made her come super fast, and it was just so dam familiar.

I wonder how it would look on me? She brought the base of the toy to her cunt, imaging what it would look like having a real one.

Weird, but wouldn’t be awful, maybe I should try a harness? Safe to admit so far she hadn’t done much penetration, usually the other way around by the gals and guys she knew.

Sending her into a bit of a daydream of being spit roasted, a few of her friends and crushes joining. The twins or the gals at Glee Club, or the guy and hottie. She wasn’t very picky.

Squeezing the toy brought her back to her senses, the afterglow of the orgasm dimming.

Leaving her with her original thought, taking a more penetrative role in bed.

Topping with a harness could be fun, will have to look into it. She could definitely find a strap. Find my phone, set a reminder to see about one.

Dildo haphazardly placed on her bed as she looked at her phone. As much fun as it would be to stay in bed she needed breakfast and a shower.

She continued her morning routine, a quick shower. All soaped up and left fighting the unusually strong urge for more private shower heads time. She stepped out without having indulged, she had classes sooner than later.

After her shower she went about all the background personal care routine everyone did to look presentable.

Humming and occasionally singing a gorgeous tune while she went about her business. A quick outfit change from the bath towels to a grey summer dress for the day finished her routine.

Pulling up her long socks for the day when a flash of color from her bed reminded her to clean up after her added morning routine. The dildo, lube and towel especially had to be put away or it would drive her crazy.

Grasping her special dildo sparked a odd thought. Where did I get the template for this anyway? She knew she had the dildo custom made, but for the life of her could no remember what the original penis mold came from.

A bit stumped, she could tell the weight, the material, even the date she got it and how. Using birthday money from her grandparents to buy it and going crazy when she got her hands on it.

Not that she told them what she used the money for or why she didn’t go to class that day, even she had limits in decency.

Well that indecent exposure thing didn’t count, how was she supposed to know the drama club met for early classes. She didn’t even get to come until she got home, she did in the end with her handy dildo a heavy dose of embarrassment.

Ah who cares, it works great!

It did, quite well. The toy her most used and beloved one, to the point she refused to share with partners.

Okay breakfast, maybe some pics and grab my file for her weather class. With the rest of her morning figured out she got to work.

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The Imp leaned back into her ridiculously comfortable chair, content with what she saw.

“So…just what you imagined?” The Imp asked her riveted companion. Her and Nora had watched the express transformation of Bart-now-Briana in the best seats in the world. The duo afforded a view of the process down to the minor bits, The Imp quite riveted.

Nora for her part quite flushed on her own chair. A lack of morals came with a lack of shame, hence her hand in her pants and a accompanying symphony of noises during the show. Getting off to the very detailed transformation she caused in her brother turned twin.

She swallowed, still flustered and running hot. Needing a deep breath to calm herself lest she overheat. Scrambled honey thoughts complying into a actual spoken words.

“So very hot throughout, and when she finished her boobs, and the ending, so good.” A final victory over her brother and his obnoxious antics. One she fingered herself off too.

“Good, I am quite glad you enjoyed it, really enjoyed it,” The Imp said. Pondering over the new character added to this altered universe. “So she’s similar to you in some ways. Less annoying, different interest and she’s more open.”

“Yes, and she’s perfect!” Nora tweaked her pussy again, lost in naughty thoughts and feeling of what she just did, what she orgasmed too. “This is such a relief, I can be into this without any guilt!”

“Yes you can, and we got many more to do, but for now let’s end this episode on a high note,” The Imp said, she unpaused the show for herself and Nora. Mainly to see what Briana got up to while they talked.

Briana for her part on a chair in the kitchen in a cute skirt, phone in hand held underneath said skirt clicking away.

“Oh she’s taking pictures, who is she sending them too?” Nora asked, the two watched as Briana took a variety of pictures, a couple without underwear. Briana ended the show by sending the off sext off and pulling her underwear back up.

“Spoilers.”

“No fair.”

“Fine a tease, I figured we’ll visit the more homely and cold hottie in a bit.”