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The Day Tucker Became His Sister - Aftermath
By Wolverine
Six months after Peter and Dash defeated the Entity, life
around Tucker's house had finally come as close to normal
as it would ever be. Nothing would ever be the same as
before, but no one could expect that.
Tucker finally accepted the death of his father, who had
died at his hands. Fear still possessed much of him though.
Tucker knew that somewhere within him were a mindless slut
and an agent of darkness. Whitney, or Tina, and Terry would
always be a part of him. The Entity couldn't pull them
forth anymore though. He just hoped that they wouldn't
fight their way up again.
Sherry and Whitney tried to repair their relationship.
Spending weeks as mindless, incestful, bisexual sluts had
left imprints in their minds. Dash couldn't repair all the
damage done. The difficulty now was seeing each other as
relatives again. Neither one could admit, even after six
months of trying, that they still didn't feel attracted to
each other and both frequently found themselves
masturbating without hesitation. Plus Sherry's loss of Wes
had left a space in her life that was now trying fill
itself with Whitney.
Laura and Josh remained in their comas. Rhoda looked after
her daughter and luckily wasn't imprinted like Sherry and
Whitney.
Peter went off wandering. He told Tucker of a quest. After
convincing both Laura and Josh's mothers not to pull the
plug, he left. His whereabouts are unknown.
***
Our story begins in this calm. One peaceful evening,
Tucker's fears came true.
Tucker was in his room, the same place all of it started.
Ever since he was freed from the Entity, Tucker had been
afraid to participate in any activity that involved sex,
masturbation, etc. On this peaceful night, Tucker gave in.
Tucker's sexual urges had built up over months. His
hormones raged, sending him to the boiling point. He
decided that he'd just masturbate and get it over with,
since there was no sign of any of his other personas for
months.
Tucker removed his clothes, locked his door, and slipped
under the sheets of his bed. His penis was erect. He wanted
to get this over with quickly, so he went to work. Tucker
brought to mind all of the anime he had ever seen. He made
the cartoons dance in his head until finally he finished.
Pleasure shot through his body. Something was wrong though.
The pleasure was immediately followed by a strange yet
familiar feeling. Tucker quickly realized what it was with
fear. He was changing!
"This can't be happening!" he coughed out. He couldn't
scream. The strange feeling quickly turned to pain. Bone
started crunching all through his body. Then, a familiar
voice rang loud and clear in his head.
"I'm free!" screamed Whitney's voice.
"How?"
"I think it's pretty obvious. Now, let's see, who shall we
become?"
"No. Please don't make me into you again."
"I think good old Whitney's body will make a nice warm-up."
The transformation sped up. Tucker felt his mind changing
with every growth of a part.
***
Whitney heard a loud, pleasure-filled moan emanate from
Tucker's room. She was down the hall in the dining room.
The moan called to something deep within her. Almost
uncontrollably, she stood up and headed for Tucker's room.
Sherry emerged from her bedroom as Whitney neared the end
of the hall. She obviously heard it too.
They both stood in front of Tucker's door for a moment.
Whitney tried to open the door. It was locked. She knocked.
"Tucker?" she asked through the door. They heard a giggle
followed by footsteps and then someone fiddling with the
door handle followed by more footsteps.
Whitney looked Sherry in the eyes. Sherry nodded. Whitney
turned and tried the door again. It opened. They both
stepped in.
A large lump was in the middle of Tucker's bed. Someone was
hiding underneath it. Whitney swallowed hard and approached
the bed. She reached down and grabbed the sheet. After
gulping again, she ripped the covers away.
An exact replica lay there. Whitney froze in horror.
"Hello Sis," said the replica. Whitney knew it was Tucker.
Fear ran through her.
"No, please no," she muttered. The replica tilted her head
in puzzlement.
"Just let it go," said the replica playfully. At that
moment, Whitney let go of the sheet. She turned around to
face Sherry.
"I'm sorry," she said sadly to Sherry. A tear ran down her
cheek. Sherry realized what was happening. The slut was
rising again.
Whitney's hair slowly crept up her back. At the same time,
her breasts started to shrivel. She started to age. Soon
her face morphed into an exact replica of Sherry's. All
throughout the transformation, Whitney watched every change
in horror. A look of disgust mixed with fear locked onto
her face. She whimpered every time a change occurred. As
her hair reached Sherry's length and her breasts reached
their smaller size, Whitney's look changed from terror to
pleasure and then back to horror. The change completed.
"Sherry" groaned with pleasure. She looked down at her body
and giggled. Then, she saw the real Sherry.
Sherry stared "Sherry" in the eyes. No part of Whitney was
left. The replica smiled at her.
"No don't make me," Sherry said as she felt her nipples
become erect. This was followed by a slight warmth in her
crotch. "Sherry" advanced toward Sherry. Soon, the replica
was rubbing against Sherry.
"No! Get back!" Sherry yelled.
It was too late though. Her chest was already inflating.
Hair crept down Sherry's back. Age started pouring off of
her. The newfound youth gave Sherry one last chance to run.
She took it.
Sherry pushed her replica off and dashed out of the room.
She sped down the halls until she reached the front door.
Her bra was getting too small. She released it, freeing her
larger breasts to the world. Her body was almost Whitney.
Sherry felt the mind emerging. She clasped one breast as
she fell to her knees. With her other hand she reached into
her vagina. "Whitney" had returned. The others caught up
with her then. They lovingly accepted her into a huge orgy.
***
Tucker awoke the next morning nude. Sherry and Whitney lay
cuddled up to him on either side. The sudden stiffening of
his penis kept him from vomiting. It would be futile to get
sick. He knew he was about to lose control again.
Terry was taking control. Tucker's hair flowed out into
golden locks while his breasts swelled. His penis swiftly
morphed into a vagina while his hips shifted. Tucker didn't
resist, knowing he would give in anyways. Terry took
control quickly. Sherry and Whitney woke up in the midst of
transformations. Terry mounted Whitney while she was still
changing. Not unexpectedly, this prompted the change of
Whitney and then Sherry.
Now, I don't think it's really necessary to explain this,
so I'll summarize it. *Ahem* They had sex. A lot of sex.
***
Tucker continued to transform into his two forms over the
next three weeks. First, Whitney took control, then Tucker
came back for a few seconds, then Terry came, and finally
Tucker returned for a couple hours. The cycle repeated over
and over. Each transformation lasting longer and longer.
Now, the transformations would hold for three days. When
Tucker returned his mind and body were exhausted. This
meant he would slip into a coma for the two hours for
energy retrieval and then transform. In his subconscious,
Whitney and Terry waged war. Each one would possess Tucker
in his dreams and then perform whatever sexual actions they
could to convince Tucker they were the most enjoyable.
Basically, Tucker barely existed anymore. Between the dream
possessions and the actual possessions, Tucker was only
around for seconds. Oddly enough, he hadn't been broken. He
was close though. Each persona kept pushing for his choice
of which one to be.
To make everything worse, their personalities had rubbed
off in Tucker's. He was barely himself. What mattered now
for the personas was forcing as much of themselves into
Tucker so he would choose them. Terry had a large majority
of the brain since she was the more focused of the two. Sex
and only sex drove her. Whitney held her own, but she held
real thoughts along with her enhanced sex drive.
***
The real Whitney and Sherry had things just as worse.
Fortunately for them, being in their other forms exhausted
Tucker's magic energy, which drove the nymphos. Whitney and
Sherry never slept. They got two hours to exist as
themselves and regroup before their other sides took
control.
This gave a shot at saving everyone. The nymphos inside
Whitney and Sherry rested in the back of the girl's minds.
Whitney and Sherry could talk as long as Tucker was around.
"Whitney, I have an idea," declared Sherry one two hour
break. They were both sitting in the dining room, waiting
for their minds to shift.
"You have time to think? Your persona in me has no
thoughts," replied Whitney.
"That's to our advantage. They won't know what's going on.
Okay, here's the plan. You remember when that Entity thingy
merged everyone together?"
"Of course. How could I forget?"
"Well, all the nymphos' minds and bodies fused for the
ultimate goal of creating an insatiable sex maniac. What if
we fused to drive out the nymphos from you and me, then we
can drive it out of Tucker."
"That might work, but one problem... WE DON'T KNOW HOW!"
"The nymphos had to return with magic, so they're must be
magic in us. Tucker feeds us more and more with each orgy.
We can tap into it and use it to fuse."
"Will we come back?"
"The nymphos came back. We should too."
"Didn't they transform into the Entity?"
"Only because the Entity possessed the nymphos. Hell, the
worst that could happen is we become something like Dash."
"Okay, so how do we tap into the power?"
"I think we can sleep, maybe. If we can get into our
subconscious, we can steal the magic without the nymphos
realizing we're there."
"Okay, we'll have to do it next break we get." Whitney
suddenly looked disoriented. "You feel that?"
Sherry felt what Whitney was talking about. Her body was
coming alive. Juices were flowing and her nipples were
hard. This signaled a transformation.
"I feel it. Let's go before I slip into her in this form."
Sherry spoke with strain in her voice. She and Whitney
struggled down the hall. Their bodies were transforming
already. Halfway down, Sherry gave in. She leapt on Whitney
and went to work.
"Mom, not yet. We... haven't changed ye..." Whitney's words
cut off.
Her mind snapped. The two transformed as they made love.
Each growth made each one giggle and feel more pleasure.
Sporadically, their real personalities would take control
for a few moments and feel the pure sexual pleasure running
through them.
***
Their little orgy cost them some magic energy, making it
necessary for sleep to replenish it. Whitney and Sherry
could carry out their plans. They fell asleep in the living
room in each other's arms to make it easier to fuse.
Each one found their way through their subconscious,
dodging their nympho personas. Eventually they found the
magic source.
In Whitney's mind, Whitney saw a huge rainbow of colors
that were never thought of by man. That was the magic. It
flowed around in the huge cavern Whitney found it in. She
reached up for it and found that here she could fly.
Whitney was able to tap into the magic flow. She absorbed
the energy.
In Sherry's mind, Sherry found the same thing. She flew
into the flow and absorbed the energy. Power built within
her and fortified her.
Back in Whitney's mind, Whitney's nympho had found her.
Whitney was caught in the flow so she didn't notice the
nympho closing in. "Sherry" closed in behind Whitney. Her
form oozed into Whitney's back. The sudden entrance knocked
Whitney out of the flow. She landed on the floor of the
cavern. Her dream form started changing.
"No, no, no. Not now!" She squirmed as "Sherry" emerged.
Whitney couldn't fight the transformation.
Then she bolted awake. Sherry was shaking Whitney awake.
"You ready?" Sherry asked. Whitney felt a twinge of pain.
"We can't. I let the nympho in. Look!" Whitney pointed at
her body. It was shifting. Her hair was slowly creeping up
her shoulders. Her skin was aging, becoming like Sherry's.
"Together we can beat it! Come on! We got to before mine
starts to emerge."
"Okay. Let's go." Whitney's voice jumped back and forth
between her own and Sherry's. Sherry and Whitney clasped
their hands together. Whitney began giggling.
"You still there?" Whitney nodded.
"Yeah. Let's... hurry." Whitney's form was barely
detectable in her current state.
"Just hold it off." Both women tapped into the magic and
began glowing. Whitney's form gave into a glowing ball just
as she fell into "Sherry". The ball was absorbed by Sherry.
Sherry felt exhausted. She was panting heavily. Sherry
looked around Whitney was gone. Then a strange feeling shot
through her. She looked down. Her chest was growing. Youth
flowed through her. It felt like her normal transformation
into "Whitney". It was pain mixed with a tickling feeling.
Sexual urges weren't shooting through her though. Sherry
passed out. Her body was multiplied by Whitney's, making
her exponentially sexier. Whitney's traits dominated for
the most part. Her breasts kept growing to a nice DD. Her
skin smoothed as it became much younger. Sherry's skinnier
stature gave her nice weight. Sherry's ass blended to give
her normal flat some size. Her legs grew longer and
thinned. Sherry's face morphed as her hair grew to shoulder
length. Sherry's eyes dominated and Whitney's face filled
out the rest.
In Sherry's head, three minds existed. "Whitney", Sherry,
and "Sherry" with part of Whitney's mind still somewhat
intact. The minds merged. The blend created a new
individual. The strength of Sherry and Whitney's
intelligence pushed "Sherry" out. "Whitney fused with their
intelligence, giving it a sex drive.
The new being woke up. She looked down at her tattered
clothes. With some magic she fixed some new clothes. It was
a nice skin revealing piece. After she freed Tucker, she
planned on having a little action out of the house.
The being decided on a name. Shay seemed good for then.
Shay heard a loud sexual howl come from the bedroom area.
Terry was back.
Shay ran to the bedroom. This was the end. Tucker was going
to freed. Shay kicked open the door. Terry lay on the bed,
howling with sexual pleasure. The two looked at each other.
It was easy to tell they were related, but they weren't the
same. Shay summoned all her strength and dove on Terry. The
nympho was distracted by sexual urges; so working into her
being wasn't hard.
Shay and Terry and Whitney dueled in the Void of Tucker's
Being. The Void was bright with a small platform floating
in the center. Whitney seemed weaker than ever. Terry was
perky and alive. Terry was obviously winning this war. The
war settled itself right then.
Whitney flew toward Terry. Terry giggled as she reached
into Whitney and squeezed her being. Whitney began
changing. Her breasts grew, her body slimmed and stretched.
Her hair lengthened. Soon, she was the perfect replica of
Terry. Terry dropped her clone. Now there were two Terrys.
The both grinned at Shay. They were going to change her
too. Then three perfect beings could be released on the
world.
Shay wasn't going to let that happen. She drove her magic
into the Terrys. They fell back. They went down for a
moment. That was a direct hit with all of Shay's energy.
That would have to do or it was all over. Shay split into
three personas. Sherry, Whitney, and the blended nymphos.
The nymphos disappeared. This was the end.
The two Terrys had disappeared. Now Tucker's being lay on
the platform's floor. He rose. Something was wrong. They
were free, but they didn't know how to leave. That would be
a problem.
Things went black. Now something was really wrong. Tucker,
Sherry, and Whitney floated through the darkness. A bright
light flooded the Void. Terry's being had fused into one
with the nymphos. The light enveloped Whitney. She
transformed as she disappeared. Then the same thing
happened to Sherry. The light became a body.
Floating before Tucker was a perversion of everything so
far. An irresistible being. It was a blend of Sherry and
Whitney multiple times over. The beings breasts were
ridiculously huge and her ass was huge. Her hair curled and
spread through the void. Her vagina was dripping juices as
she pounded her entire arm into it.
"Need something," the perversion said.
It eyed Tucker. The being grabbed Tucker. It inserted his
head into its vagina. Slowly, he was absorbed. His soul was
spread throughout the being. He morphed multiple times,
becoming Sherry and Whitney of all types, nymphos and
normal. The being completely swallowed Tucker. She began
her final transformation. Her huge breasts grew. Her ass
tightened, but remained large. Her hair curled even more
and spread even farther. Her face morphed. Her lips begged
for a cock. Her eyes screamed lust. All thought
disappeared. The perfect sex machine was loose.
Outside, in the real world, Sherry, Tucker, and Whitney
each morphed into the being. Hair and flesh littered the
room. The beings woke up. They all cooed. Each one got up.
A cloud of sexual smells floated around each one as they
walked nude into the unsuspecting night.
The End For Now...
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