Make the Twins More Identical

"You think this is funny?" Jill thrusted her hips and got her new cock to slap her new balls, "Well then try these on for size!"

Max held back another giggle fit before feeling his chest stretch out. His gray shirt was pushed forward more and more, giving him a midriff, then some underboob, and then the bottom of his nipples. Despite the spontaneous growth and uncanny weightlessness, Max knew in his mind that these were gigantic, all natural, M-cup milktanks, and that they were his.

He stayed silent, with a face as red as spanked ass. He shook them to the left just once, and immediately snapped the shirt over his cold mammaries and to his collar. He fell back laughing, jiggling his body and letting his assets fall to the floor. His cock even climaxed onto the carpet, but Jill was too distracted by his strange laughter.

"H–Holy shit Jill, this is insane! I feel so busty and sexy. Is this how girls feel all the time?"

"I dunno, do guys always feel so... beefy? So unstoppable?"

Jill continued slapping her cock against her thighs, even kneeing it a couple times. She knew how guys were supposed to jerk off, but this felt good in a way she couldn't think to describe. It was domineering, and she knew if someone wanted her to stop, they wouldn't say a damn thing with her superior manhood swinging in front of them.

As Jill dick started to erect, she could only swing it in the air like a freaky magician. She looked back down to her sibling's giant tits, and began stewing heavy, blinding thoughts, "Fuck... You're more of a girl than me..."

"Huh?" Mary stopped jerking her new boner for a second to look at her twin brother. She piped up, "Did you say something Jack?"

Mary Scoville peered over her custom bikini. It was gray with black checkers, and held her unique assets better than any bra or tank top ever dreamed of. She couldn't imagine ever taking it off, else she found out her breasts went through another monstorous growth spurt. Her abs were crunching while she looked up, but her core faced a harder challenge every day so it felt like nothing. Her bikini bottoms were left in the bathroom, where her brother surprised her with a long perma-boner.

Jack Scoville blinked, before looking down at his manly nude body. The closest thing he had to clothes was a pink locket his girlfriend gave to him, and a series of tattoos across his thighs, waist, and muscle-butt. If anyone was uncomfortable with his uncontainable pole and udders, he'd just knock them over the head cold like it was a blunt weapon. That or his gym-trained muscles—if his body hair didn't cushion the blows too much.

"Uhh..." Jack was stunned at the sudden reality shift, but played it cool, "Nah. Didn't say nothing. Are you... doing okay?"

"fuck, I'm better than okay!" Mary said, before splurting all over her abs, underboob, and single piece of fabric. Her refraction period was nonexistent, so she kept jerking herself with cum-covered hands. "I never knew having a dick was so... meaty! I feel like I'm stuffing a steak in my pussy!"

Jack was shocked by the description. Sh— He always thought Kevin was the perv of the family, with how much he time spends on the brothers' computer, but Mak-k-ks— Mary could not have thought that on the spot. No wonder she wanted the Gonzo Ring. Then again, he just did all of this and was grabbing his melons like he was stealing from a grocery store.

Jack blushed as he looked down at the ring. This was way more powerful than he thought. He remembered... no, he knew he used to be a girl called Jill, and Mary a boy called Max. Whenever he thought of that though, it felt so wrong. Was changing his mind so soon after changing his body messing with him? These new feelings and emotions— not even that; these new hormones and chemical ratios made him feel so... so...