Stepsis has her tricks

"Come on now, my love," Danielle says as you feel the weight of something hard in her hand pressing into yours, before she quickly slips them out of your reach.

You feel a lurch as the room seems to grow in size and your chest wobble as you fall a few inches into your chair. "Wot did you do?" you say in a feminine voice with a Slavic accent as you glance down and see a pair of impressive tits on your chest. "Uh... Piz-dets," you swear as you stand up to look at yourself in the mirror.

(Lana Rhoades. )

You got an athletic female body and some breasts that might have been enhanced slightly. And some lips. And some butt cheeks, but that's all you swear! You grew up in a culture where brains didn't matter if you had looks, and you had enough brains to get the hell out of your old country before some scrub got you pregnant. But unfortunately, not enough brain to avoid the life of an imported sugar baby.

"Aw, what a cute little bride you are. If mom wasn't as stubborn, patient and knew exactly what old papa was doing when he adopted you, you'd be bumping out step-siblings for me by now."

"Ew, zat is nasty image in my head," you say as you look over at the chips Danielle was flourishing between her fingers. Three chips worth a hundred each. "Three hundred? My life is fucking! ...fucker! ...fucked! I look like president's fuck doll number three!" you say as you grab at your breasts and your crotch, confirming what you feared.

"I could have gone with more, but we need to experiment a little," Danielle said with a giggle. "Come now, let's jog before daddy comes home from work."

"... okay fine, but I bring a chip," you say as you take one chip and slip it into your shorts' pockets, before carefully putting the rest of the chips back in the box and closing the box.

"So you're sure I just used to be your crazy step-sis girlfriend, Anya?" Danielle asked as you were jogging through the park. "It's not that I don't trust you, but I feel like if you summed my life up in three words, they would be top ten tags on pornhub."

"Wot's wrong with being top ten pornhub tag?" you ask through a slightly more ragged breath. Danielle was petite compared to you. "You made me fit in zere too," you say as you feel the irritation of boobs bouncing up and down on your chest while you run get less and less annoying and the gaze of horny males eating you up get more and more annoying.

"That's true," Danielle said as she slowed down as you came to a viewpoint in the park, the usual halfway point of your sisterly jogging trips. "You know the prisoner's dilemma?"

"I tzink so," you say as you spread your legs slightly and put your hands on your knees, leaning forward for a few seconds. "If you have option to snitch or not to snitch, you usually should snitch because it will be better to do some time than all ze time."

"Sounds about right," Danielle said with a smirk. "Glad I didn't make you any dumber, but that might be old trivia in your head."

"Aye, I tzink new me wouldn't know zis," you sighed. "So, you want me to tell you what you were before?"

"That's the question though," Danielle said as she took a sip of water from a bottle. "The rules didn't mention anything about undoing any changes. If you'd been smarter, you could have removed my memory of the chips," she said in a slightly mocking tone before becoming more sincere.