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This is the second part of the Day Tucker Became His
Sister. Thank you Roxy Rack and Stacy Realdoll for actually
liking my worst work ever. As for those of you who didn't
like it I'm not going to thank you for your advice because
I didn't need it. The last part was just an attempt to
quickly get a story onto Fictionmania and I didn't spend
very much time on it. This time I'm going to actually write
and you will be amazed by it. I will eventually go back and
edit the last one to get it up to par with this one. I
apologize for the last one and I hope you enjoy this one.
The Day Tucker Became His Sister Part II
By Wolverine
Tucker woke up in his bed in the middle of the night.
Something didn't feel right. His body... he had hips!
Something tickled his ear.
"No, I'm changing. I must've slept into it. Dammit! I
didn't even get back to being me!"
Wait. What was he saying? This was his body! He shouldn't
have to share time.
Tucker channeled his anger into a hammer and swung it at
the force taking control. It didn't even phase it.
Something wasn't right about the entity either. It wasn't
Whitney. It felt like...
Tucker rushed to the restroom. He stared at himself in the
mirror. He knew immediately who it was. It sent terror
running through his body.
"Oh God no! Not her! Not Mom!" he screamed, but it was too
late.
Sherry's figure had already emerged. Tucker's hair had
fluffed into the shaggy hair of his mother. He felt a pain
in his crotch. He felt his newly formed vagina loosen.
Memories of childbirth rushed into his brain. Tucker didn't
care though. His eyes were fixed onto the face that was now
warped fully into his mother. His enlarged nipples brushed
against his shirt as his chest pushed out, sending a rush
of pleasure through his body. His nipples grew hard.
Tucker's mind was too shocked and he didn't put up any
resistance. The age poured on and Sherry's mind took
control rapidly.
"Huh? Where am I? How'd I get in the bathroom?" Sherry
exclaimed as she tried to get what was happening. She
looked down at her clothes.
"What am I wearing? Tucker's clothes? Why?"
Tucker had been fully bent into his mother. "Sherry"
scratched her head in confusion. This was very confusing.
The last thing she remembered was... she didn't know the
last thing she remembered. Her nipples were hard though.
"Sherry" almost forgot that she was in the bathroom wearing
Tucker's clothes. The thought moved to the back of her
mind. She decided that she'd go get dressed and invite Wes
to the pool. They could fuck there.
"Sherry" headed out of the bathroom and walked toward her
and Wes's room. Strange sexual sounds were coming from the
room. It sounded like two women.
"What the Hell? Whose having sex in our room? And where's
Wes?" asked "Sherry" asked.
She swung open the door and gasped as she saw herself, with
a strap-on dildo, fucking Whitney. A sensation of pleasure
shot through "Sherry". She felt a slight tugging in her
chest and looked down. Her breasts were growing! What was
going on?!
Sherry/Tucker brought her hand to her mouth. It didn't feel
right though. It felt... younger. Sherry/Tucker looked at
her hand. It had become younger. A groan uncontrollably
escaped as her skin became smooth all over her body. It was
starting to feel real good!
For some reason, "Sherry" was starting to get deja vu, but
it didn't matter, this was good! Her hips enlarged, giving
her a large ass that resembled Whitney's. Her blonde hair
curled and she giggled. This was funny! She hurried to the
bathroom. She had an extreme craving for sex. "Sherry"
ripped off her clothes as she entered the bathroom. She
turned towards the mirror. Her body had become much sexier.
It was almost Whitney's!
Her breasts weren't the same size as Whitney's, but they
had reached a midway point between her C-cup and Whitney's
D. Burning spread into "Sherry"'s face. Her face twisted
into a hybrid of her and Whitney. This was making her
horny.
"Sherry" was almost a complete bimbo by now, and no real
relevant thoughts went through her head. The last of her
restraints faded and she fell to the ground in sexual
heaven.
***
Tucker awoke three hours later. His head throbbed. For some
reason his penis was hard. Then the memories of being Terry
hit him. She was worse than Whitney. At least Whitney had
some sort of relevant thoughts from time to time. Terry was
a mindless nymphomaniac. Tucker felt sorry for his real
sister and mom, who were now in the same hell he had just
escaped from.
"Good, you're awake. I've been waiting for you to wake up,"
said Whitney's voice.
"What happened?"
"Oh, it seems some of Mom's actual persona made it into you
when you had sex. It mixed with me and your sex drive to
form that wonderful sex machine we became."
"Is she gone?"
"Fortunately, no. We'll become her again over and over
again. It'll be great. She has an amazing sex drive."
"I'm jumping with joy."
"Cheer up little brother. You get a break today. I'm not
going to take over for at least 8 hours, so you're free.
It'll give you time to decide."
"Decide what?"
"Who you're going to pick to be the permanent resident of
this body."
"What?"
"Well me or Terry will eventually take over for good, but I
have a feeling it's going to be Terry that beats me. The
only way I have a shot a gaining control is if you freely
give up to one of us."
"I'll never give in to you or Terry willingly."
"You're going to have to or be Terry forever."
"No! I don't believe you."
"Believe me or not I'm getting you to give in willingly at
some point."
"I doubt that."
"Well, since being Terry wasn't much of a motivation, we'll
find alternative means of motivation."
Tucker felt his body move without his control. He walked to
the room with Whitney and Sherry.
"What're you going to do, make me fuck them until I give
in. It'll be you piloting, so it won't hurt me."
"No, no, no. That's not my plan at all. Let's see how they
really feel underneath their new selves." Tucker felt his
hand wave and "Whitney" approached. She reeked of sex and
sweat. A lusty look was in her eyes. Suddenly focus came
back into them. She screamed.
"Mom? Is that you?" "Whitney" locked eyes with him.
"Yes. Ahh. Please help me. This mind. It's so painful!
Urges are running through me. I can barely keep myself from
having sex with you. It would be so simple, just to fuck.
He very handsome. Me want fuck! No! I have to fight! Please
Tucker help me."
The focus started to fade. Lust started flowing back into
her eyes. Tucker's hand waved again and she went back to
fucking "Sherry". Tucker's hand moved again. "Sherry" got
up and approached Tucker. The lust faded and Whitney was
able to talk.
"Help me. It's like Mom's mind, but it isn't at the same
time. My pussy! Oh god! It burns!" Whitney faded back into
her nympho self. Tucker strolled uncontrollably back into
the hallway. He finally gained control of his body again.
"Let them go!"
"No. You give me full control and then they are free."
"No."
"Okay. Have it your way. I'm tempted to take over right now
and force you to have sex till I feel better, but I'm going
to forget this for now. Instead I'll tell you a story."
"About what?"
"Where I'm from, of course. I told you I'm part genetic,
part curse."
"Right."
"Okay, well, here's why you turn into me. Underneath this
house, there is a great and powerful entity. It has no
form. Once this power was a woman. This woman had special
powers allowing her to make the nicest girl into a slutty
tramp with nothing with sex on her mind. She also could not
get enough sex. The locals here thought she was a threat
and planned to rid themselves of her. They killed her and
buried her deep underground.'
"So you're her possessing my body in the form of Whitney?"
"Not quite, let me finish. The executioner and the two men
were her final 'victims'. First, the two men that buried
her were somehow hit by her powers after her death. The
night she was buried, they transformed into complete sluts.
The new sluts felt the need for revenge passed on from
their creator and murdered their wives. The executioner
received the greatest gift of all though. When he killed
the woman, her essence escaped into him. Slowly, over the
course of the night, the man became the woman. He foolishly
fought her, but her force was of course too strong and he
totally became her in mind and body. Her revenge was almost
complete. After possessing the body of the man that killed
her and turning his male mind into a sex-starved slut, the
woman turned his wife into one of her minions. She started
a whorehouse in the same house the man lived in."
"So what happened to her?"
"Well, soon a psychic figured out what happened and
exorcised the woman. He sealed the essence deep below the
ground. This house was built over it and the essence has
been calling out to find a new body. It soon gave up trying
to contact someone and decided to try and make a minion
with some intelligence. Its powers had been greatly
diminished, so an already existing form had to be found
inside some one and the essence could fill in the rest. It
chose you. The genetic blueprint for your sister was found
deep in your DNA. It waited until you were in the midst of
puberty to make the changes easier to induce. That's where
I come in. I'm the minion that the essence created. I scout
out new talent. I tried your mom and sister, but the
essence couldn't shape their bodies beyond each other. I
also tried those boys at school, but they didn't fit
either, so I had to kill them to cover it up. The sex I had
gave energy back to the essence though, so now it's almost
back to full power. It's almost ready to get its new host."
"Who?"
"That's where Patrick comes in. The essence will need a
sexual partner when she takes over. Patrick will be that
partner. I'll just find someone that Patrick loves or the
essence will turn someone into somebody Patrick loves."
"I won't let you."
"Your mind already named the person to be changed. Laura."
"No, leave Laura alone!"
"Too late. I told you the essence was almost back to full
strength. Well, now I can become other forms than your
sister. That's a good one right there. Patrick won't be
able to say no to this body. I'm gonna miss being this way.
Now I'll be all preppy. Here we go!"
"Wait!"
It was too late, the transformation started. Tucker grabbed
his sides. His whole body burned like fire. Soon he felt
hairs tickling the back of his neck. By what he could see
it had become almost bleach blonde. He heard pops in his
waist and his hips pushed outward rapidly. Tucker giggled.
His nipples brushed against his shirt sending pleasure
through him. Pressure built in his chest. His chest
basically exploded to a C-cup. His face burned. Tucker's
eyebrows rose. His skin became softer. His eyes stretched
to the sides and his lips pushed out, giving him an exotic
look. Finally his nose shrunk. He was now the spitting
image of Christina Aguilera. As "Christina" lost the last
of Tucker's male parts and her breasts reached full size
she groaned. The new girl looked over her body, shredding
her clothes for a good look. Her vagina was irresistible.
After giving herself an orgasm, she got dressed. She wore a
bikini top and Daisy Duke shorts. She wanted to look her
best for Patrick of course.
To be concluded...
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