Sisterly Guidance
“Look, I’m just concerned Chelsie. You never know what sort of creeps you might attract, going around dressed like that.”
A young man chased his older sister around her room, upset over her choice of attire, that again she was dodging her duties around the house to go out partying. Both siblings were college students living at their parents. They didn’t pay rent and were expected to complete weekly chores instead.
“Listen Daryl, can’t you just take care of the dishes or whatever tonight? I need to unwind. I work waaaay longer days than you and this is my only free time. I do love the concern, but it’s getting old.”
“Damnit, enough of this,” Daryl demanded, grabbing hold of his sister’s arm. “You can’t just expect me to do all the work around here, but more than that… I worry about you okay! Every night you go out dressed like… like a slut…”
“Excuse me!?” Chelsie said as she yanked herself free from her brother.
Chelsie was undeniably attractive and loved to show it off. Tonight she was dressed in a form-fitting, black, one piece dress with a very short-cut and a deep v-neck that showed off generous cleavage. Her ocean-blue eyes, creamy white skin, and blonde hair—gold like fields of wheat—provided a striking contrast to the black attire. Daryl wasn’t a fan of the way she dressed, thinking she looked akin to a prostitute—especially tonight, with her unnecessary, extra high, platform stiletto heels.
“You heard me! You are being reckless going out like that.”
Daryl’s sister busted over in laughter. Tears of astonishment welled in her eyes.
“Look, I don’t give a shit. I’m having the time of my life out there. You have nooo idea how fun it is, having all those men battling for your attention,” Chelsie’s eyes began to wander as she worked herself up with thoughts of the handsome prey she might find tonight. “But Iget to decide who deserves my affection. I love the attention okay…”
Her daydreaming face made Daryl feel uncomfortable. He’d always been somewhat sheltered when it came to the lewder side of things, so the idea of his sister giving her body to a new man every few nights repulsed him. Beyond that, though he wouldn’t admit it, laid a twinge of jealousy. Over the last year Chelsie had changed so much, become so outgoing, but now this!
His pent-up anger and frustration bubbled over.
“You whore!” he yelled out with sickening sincerity.
SLAP!
His sister’s hand struck him hard across his cheek.
“Don’t you ever call me that you prick!”
Her eyes were filled with rage. She was beyond hurt, to be so spitefully judged by her own brother.
“You asshole!” she continued. “I’ve always shared everything with you! You were the one person I could open up about anything to without being judged. But I see it lately… you look at me with disgust. I didn’t want to believe it.”
Daryl immediately regretted what he said. It was true, he shouldn’t have been so judgmental over something he couldn’t understand, and shouldn’t have said such horrible things to a person he loved so deeply. Before he could muster up an apology his sister stormed out of the house. He was left alone with his guilt for the rest of the evening.
***
A little past 8PM, Chelsie returned home with a devilish smirk on her face. Daryl heard her return, knowing it wasn’t their parents as they were out of town this weekend –they were gone often. He heard her laughing as she made her way up the stairs and to her room. It was a laugh he knew well, a laugh she made when she couldn’t keep her self-satisfaction hidden. It was the kind of laughter an unskilled prankster might let out and unintentionally make others aware of their scheming, giggling as they anticipate the payoff. She probably had some punishment planned for him in the form of a prank—that’s how she always got him.
Daryl dragged himself like a dour, scolded dog towards his sister’s room. He needed to apologize. The door was open, so he let himself in.
“Listen Chelsie, I—”
“Good, you’re here!”
Daryl was dragged quickly through the dim-lit room and thrown into some sort of cabinet. The lights came on and he was met with the sight of his sister slamming a metal door in his face, jubilantly smiling as she locked him in.
He pressed his face against a small, window sized pane on the door and frantically asked, “What are you doing!? What the hell is this thing!?”
“Ooohh, just some expensive makeover machine you could say. One of the rich guys this whore slept with gave it as a gift.”
She began to fiddle with a panel. She then placed a sci-fi looking helmet on with a visor.
“Chelsie! Chelsie stop this! Whatever you’re doing, I’m sorry! I came to apologize!”
“Tsk, tsk. No can do my judgmental little man. Well, you won’t be a man for long. I’m gona show you exactly what you are missing.”
No longer a man? Daryl thought.
“Now to pick a look for you.” Chelsie said as she struck a ponderous pose, swiping at the air with her finger as if she were using a tablet. The visor was projecting a thin hologram in front of her with an abundance of options. “Hmm… you want a whore; we can make you a whore.”
Daryl’s eyes rattled in his head as he scanned for a way out. There was no knob or creatable exit within the metal tank.
“Nah.” Chelsie said, spurning her original decision. “I’m not that heartless.” She turned her head as if to peer into the viewing window towards her brother. “You deserve a good look for your big night out.” she giggled.
A few moments later and the machine rumbled to life. A few compartments surrounding Daryl let off steam and opened.
“Let the makeover begin!” his sister declared.
Is this really going to happen? Daryl thought. This seemed beyond the realm of reality, but he definitely felt the gravity of the situation. He didn’t know what to expect, but what if he did change? Never really thinking much of his own appearance—6 feet, curly brown hair and brown eyes, pasty skin, chubby, but not obese—he wondered for a moment what he might look like as a woman, but then quickly snapped back to the fear of his predicament.
Two needles pierced Daryl’s lower backside and he jolted up. He felt a thick substance make its way inside him and as he tried to grab for the needles metal clamps came out from the walls and restrained his arms and legs by the ankles and wrists, effectively turning the machine into his prison. The warden, his sister, was now in complete control and just getting started with his punishment.
“Oh, that would look nice,” Chelsie said. “I think you’ll be surprised at the body I’ve picked for you. Prettier than me I’d even say.”
After a few more injections and his clothing being stripped away, Daryl was left to settle. After a while his body felt lighter. Examining himself, he noticed that he had lost almost all his major, muscular mass. He took a brief moment to gawk at how thin he looked now.
“Chelsie, I’m sorry! Please st—!”
A large tube attached to a facial mold plugged the pleading brother’s mouth.
“Now, now. We’ve come this far. No stopping now.”
The mask approaching Daryl’s head was shaped like that of a long, pointy-chinned woman’s face. On the inside of the casting was a collection of putty with the tint of creamy, human skin. More molds came out from panels inside the machine and lined themselves up around his body, all filled with the same clay looking material.
“Mmph! Mmmff!!” he gargled, as the tube was forced deeper down his throat the closer the mask got.
Once the strange, cold, skin-tinted material touched his face, it immediately bonded with it. It slithered on and through his flesh and began to reshape it wildly without reason as it merged with him. His limbs, bottom, torso, everywhere on his body became a part of the same process. It soon became impossible for Daryl to decipher between his own tissue and the invading substance.
“Don’t worry brother,” Chelsie assured. “This machine is a fine sculptor. How do you think my chest got so big these last few months? It certainly wasn’t late puberty, ha.”
What came next felt near indescribable for Daryl. He was nothing but a mold of clay at the mercy of the metal encasements in the shape of a curvaceous form. The moment they clamped down onto his body, his mutating flesh began to refit itself to the desired image of the sculpts. In the spaces where there was more room to be filled—his hips and butt—everything inflated with haste. The extra fat that had fused with him swelled within their confinements until they pressed perfectly against the iron silhouette.
Muffled screams tried their hardest to escape the mask suctioning Daryl’s face, pulling his skin and facial structure apart, but no noise above what a mouse might hear made its way out. He gagged on the probing tube as he felt it tugging at his adam’s apple and pouring a hot fluid down his throat.
His fingers and toes curled as a relentless surge of warmth filled his body. The corset casing around his waist squeezed tightly, bringing a redistribution of mass to his hips and upper body. In particular, his chest filled out nicely, his nipples swelling and hardening against his cold trappings, chest jiggling with an abundance of extra pudge and the extra milk now filling it full.
“Oh, oh my.” Chelsie giggled, pleased and amazed at the results.
Suddenly, Daryl felt his spine heave forward and ribcage crush down in size. It wasn’t just his flesh that was changing, but his bones as well. They had been softened by the strange substance injected into him and were now being guided by the molding frame surrounding them.
His hips were yanked wider, finally appearing as the wild-sized, dramatic shape his sister intended—twice her own size in fact! Chelsie beamed at the idea of how large his tits must’ve been; looking at the near watermelon sized metal sculpts shifting and tugging at the mass beneath them. Each time Daryl’s chest grew in size his body arched forward, his waist scrunching in even more. It was like an invisible hand squeezing leftover paste up to the top of a capped tube.
His arms and legs looked complete now, his feminine fingers, with long nails, dancing about in conflicting delight. A sense of agonizing arousal was building throughout Daryl and he tried desperately to fight against it.
He felt an unpleasant tugging at his crotch as metal plating pushed up against it harder and harder between his fissuring, expanded thighs. His balls and dick were forced into his body and what he could only perceive as a giant dildo, forced a hole inside him. The rod quickly shapeshifted into an unknowable form, to him, but a shape his sister was quite familiar with. It created inside him the space of a woman’s ovaries and womb.
A flood of juices flowed out from the new opening and he quivered as a new phenomenon shot through his body. The weird instrument that had done this to him stayed lodged inside his new snatch, leaving him at the mercy of his own body. It was too much to ignore. He was trembling like a needy bitch in heat. He wanted the tool out, but at the same time knew if it was, his body would die craving for it.
Everything went white and Daryl lost himself to the electric pleasure coursing through him. He fell silent for the rest of the changes.
“Almost there…” Chelsie said with anticipation.
Daryl hung limp as the finishing touches were done. His ass filled out more with a few minor pulsations of settling, tight fat. His breasts did the same, pressing very hard against their metal encasement—having grown too big for it to hold comfortably. His face had been completely redone, cheek bones now higher, long pointed face and chin and small, Cupid ’s bow lips.
The iron molds released the new woman’s body, as did his restraints. As he fell to the floor, the long tube in his throat raced out of his mouth, looking like a giant, wet slug as it did.
A splash of water woke Daryl up.
“Gah, What! What just!?” Daryl cried out. He then felt and saw his new body, as well as the extremely long, purple hair that must have grown when he was passed out. His skin was baby smooth, without a blemish to be found, much of his body devoid of any noticeable hair. “No… No! Y-You turned me into a girl!”
“Ha ha, look at you covering up your body. Embarrassed already?”
“This isn’t funny, change me back!” He was immediately shocked over how sultry his voice was. “How could you do this to me? I’ll—!”
“Stop it!” Chelsie commanded. Daryl’s vengeful lunge was halted.
“Calm down would you,” she said. “This isn’t permanent. As long as we get you back in that machine within 12 hours we are good. Oh, and I linked up your brain or something to my helmets neuro… thing. I don’t know the specifics, but basically I can control your body and what you say.”
Chelsie leaned in with a scheming gaze towards her frozen brother-now-sister and said, “Let’s get you dressed up.”
***
A handsome, wealthy looking business man approached a lone woman at the bar. He had noticed her beckoning him over with her eyes. She was absolutely stunning. She had long purple hair, purple eyes, and a unique, lengthy face that showed off a lot of forehead. She wore a light-purple, bare shoulders, ribbed sweater, as well as pantyhose with a gusset.
Score! He celebrated in his mind. “Hi miss. What brings your beautiful face here? My name is Charles?”
Her smile was that of a woman with experience. That woman was Chelsie, her experience showing through the body of Daryl, who could only sit back within his own mind at the moment and watch what his sister was making him do.
“The name is Nina. A pleasure.”
His sister had strategically freed him from his mental bindings throughout the night in order to throw him further into disarray. In the beginning, she was more than happy to let him walk embarrassingly about the bar. At one point, Daryl even kept a conversation with a man going on his own, not knowing his sister had loosened her grip. The scary part was that he kind of enjoyed it, for a moment—before he realized he was free and tried to make a break for it. It was becoming harder to tell when he was in control or his sister was.
“Having fun yet?” Chelsie’s voice reverberated inside his mind. Judging by the few times I’ve let go of my control, I’d say you were enjoying this man’s company. He is very attractive…”
“Sh-shut up!” Nina yelled out. “O-oh I’m sorry. I don’t mean you. No, I mean!”
This was crazy. Why did he care about upsetting this man just now? Why was he saying anything to him?
Charles looked perplexed. The woman’s seductive gaze and demeanor just gave way again to a more fumbling, nervous woman. Was she new to this and just trying to put up a front of confidence?
“I-I’m sorry… Is everything alright? If you want, I can leave.”
Daryl, free from servitude for the moment, stood up ready to rush out of the bar. Maybe he could escape!
Quickly his body stopped and his sister forced him to grab Charles’ arm.
“No, please… stay. Perhaps we could… take this someplace else?”
His request was met with a gorgeous smile that made Daryl’s heart skip a beat. Did this man really feel that strongly about him? Did he find Daryl… desirable? He was left to struggle with these emotions as his sister guided his body to the man’s house.
He’d never experienced affection like this from someone. The feeling of being close to Charles’ strong body—Charles having eyes only for him at this moment. What was happening? What was this growing rush?
***
Daryl was nude, backside on the bed, with Charles suckling at his tits. Daryl could only submit, knowing he was at his sister’s mercy. But she strangely hadn’t said anything in a while. Was he still under her control? If that was the case, he should be running from this and yet…
“Oh! Charles please…” Nina uttered, before finishing the thought in her mind as Daryl. Stop…
“What? You want me to stop?”
“N-no… ye-you... I mean…”
Daryl looked down below Charles’ hovering body and noticed his giant, erect, tool of destruction. Destruction to Daryl, because he knew what having that put inside him might do to his fragile psyche at the moment. Destruction to Daryl, because right now… his body wanted it.
His hands traced the chiseled chest of Charles as he stared at the cock. Like a scorpion’s tail, it was ready to strike.
I shouldn’t, I can’t! Daryl thought. Chelsie stop. Get me out of here! I can’t… I. Why do I feel!?
“Nina…” Charles whispered lovingly.
Still staring at the man’s cock, Daryl couldn’t help but smile fondly at his lover’s call.
With his appeared approval, Charles thrust into the fresh woman.
A crashing tsunami of pleasure rippled throughout Daryl’s body and he bucked back fast. He had been stabbed by his sister’s revenge.
He felt himself as a man slowly buckling under the weight of the new sensations. All he could feel was the movements of his new body—tits swirling, backside arching dramatically with each shoving thrust—and the fiery current of bliss exploding inside his mind. This feeling, he thought. It’s just like what happened in the machine earlier. It... It feels amazing!
“Hah, ahn! Oh! W-what is, uhn! What’s happening to me—ahh!” Daryl cried out in joy. Whatever was happening to his body, he didn’t want it to stop. This was passion personified, absolute joy.
No way could he ever get this as a man. He wanted more. He craved this now.
“Aghn, Nina! Uhn… You’re so tight.” Charles complimented within his flurry of deep grunts. His dick was barely a fit. He didn’t dare go any deeper in fear of hurting her.
Nina… right, she was Nina now. No longer could she think of herself as that lonesome Daryl anymore—inexperienced in the ways of love and fun. This was her initiation, her awakening! This was the real her that was buried deep down, waiting to be unleashed!
This is what I’ve been missing, she thought. This is who I am. I’m Nina!
Charles’ tool of destruction effectively finished off whatever reservations remained in the man called Daryl.
“Yah! Oh Charles, yes! More, more, more!”
He granted her wish.
Nina understood the power she now held.
“Deeper… I want you deeper inside me!” she commanded.
This was what her sister was talking about. Ensnaring someone within your web and having them adore you and want to please you so desperately. This man wanted her! All he could think of right now was her, and making her feel good! Nina was now, just like her sister, consumed by the surge of a succubus-like love.
Charles was ready to burst and ready to pull out out from Nina’s clamping lips, but was stopped by her.
“No, wait! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Finish me!”
“N-Nina? Ah, ohh!!”
Whether he intended to or not, Charles’ body complied with the seductress’ request, and unloaded a welcoming gift inside her quivering cavern. Nina’s legs wrapped themselves around her man’s jabbing body, both of their juices creeping their way out of her plugged hole.
A new enchantress had been born.
***
Chelsie paced back and forth in a panic. It was the next day and already past the time limit for changing her brother back and he still wasn’t home!
“It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have sent him out there. The stupid machine just had to malfunction!”
The sound of the door swinging open sent Chelsie rushing towards her brother, but stopped at what she saw. Daryl… didn’t look angry. He was positively glowing!
“Oh, hello Chelsie. Man, what a night…”
Nina walked over and plopped down exhausted on the couch.
“Charles really did a number on me.”
“Daryl… are you okay? I’m so sorry!”
“Aha ha! Don’t sweat it. Really, it’s fine.” She replied with a smile. “And call me Nina, okay?”
She leaped up and grabbed hold of her sister’s hands.
“You were right! I shouldn’t have been so harsh. It’s such a rush! I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on.”
“Oh. Heh, yeah. T-that’s great! I mean…” Chelsie tried replying. She didn’t know whether to feel overjoyed over having a new sister who approved of her lifestyle or to feel bad over getting her brother stuck as a woman.
“Seriously, don’t worry about it. I finally feel myself now, happier than I’ve ever been! It’s all thanks to your guidance. I would have never discovered myself if you hadn’t pushed me.” Nina assured with a playful smile.
Chelsie nervously replied, “I’m not sure if you’re looking at thi—”
“Oh! We should go on an outing together. Girls’ night!? Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Woah! Settle down s-sister.” Chelsie said, a smile finally cracking. The renewed Daryl was adorable. “We should focus on how we‘re gona explain this to mom and dad. The fun… can come later.”
Nina hugged her sister tight.
“Oh, I love you Chelsie. Thank you so much!”
The two sisters laughed. Who knew such a silly, sibling squabble would lead to this. They felt closer than ever before.
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