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Night Skies Hotel: Business as Usual By Smokewriter The air crackled and rippled as a massive hotel complex materialized into being in Timeline 0600. Appearing on a deserted road in the middle of the night nobody noticed the amazing event, the hotel even managed to avoid the gaze of the ever-watchful satellites orbiting the planet. Within hours it was open for business. *** Monday, July 6th, 2004 "Yesss!" Marissa screamed as she guided the man's throbbing penis into her lubricated cunt. Thrusting fully into her the man groaned his approval, flecks of green already appearing in his blue eyes. Their bodies intertwined erotically as the pair rutted madly, overcome with lust. "You're such a good fucker already," Marissa cooed, "I can't wait to see what you're like in an hour." The man didn't really understand her comment, but was too far-gone to care and kissed her deeply. Unnoticed by both, the hotel door opened as Megan entered in her skimpy dancer's uniform. "Oh it's always nice to end a hard night's work with a good fuck. It really gets rid of all the tension," she announced. Startled, the man stopped his frantic pace but was soon put at ease when Marissa smiled at Megan. "Care to join us lover?" Megan returned the smile, pausing to light a long Capri 120 cigarette as she disposed of her clothing. "Let's see who we have here," she spoke to herself as she examined the man's wallet. "Colonel Ray Walker. Well us girls always love a man in uniform or even out of it," Megan cooed while simultaneously caressing her breasts and drawing languidly on her cigarette. "It's too bad the military didn't see fit to warn you of the dangers of entering this establishment. However, I'm sure you're going to love being Rachael, even though being a lifeguard may be a small step down for you." In spite of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him Ray was by now thoroughly confused and even more so when locks of dark hair began cascading past his shoulders. Ray pulled away from Marissa and literally jumped out of the bed. "What the fuck is going on here?!" he shouted, not realizing his panicked eyes were now fully green. It was then he noticed his reflection in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. He was no longer discernable as the man he knew he was. Though his features were still recognizable as his own, they were becoming softer, more feminine, before his eyes. Megan leaned in and kissed his lips. When she pulled away Ray could tell that his own lips had become full and pouty. Perfect for giving blowjobs. The thought popped into his mind. No wait that couldn't have been his thought - he was a married man, after all. Ray looked at Marissa for answers, but she just giggled, lighting a mint-flavored cigarette of her own and playfully exhaling a cloud of smoke in his direction. "Looks like you're going to be a fast one. Care for a cigarette?" Despite himself Ray's cock was harder than it had ever been in his life and Megan stroked it sensuously. "You're on the road to becoming a sister ... don't fight it, it's such a pleasurable ride." Ray admired his new shiny straight black hair and vibrant green eyes and thought for a second how beautiful he was about to become. "No wait," he protested, his voice a few octaves higher than normal and sounding strange, "I have a family, a wife and two daughters. You can't just take me away from them." Marissa and Megan, however, were paying little attention to his protests as they began sucking gently on his nipples, feeling them grow harder and larger in their mouths. "You didn't seem too concerned about that when you were fucking me, lover," Marissa mocked. Ray tried fighting them off, but his strength was failing him; all he succeeded in doing was massaging their expansive tit flesh. Soon he was forced back on to the bed and mounted again by Marissa as his remaining body hair fell out and his hips cracked and began to widen. Megan lay beside them smoking and playing with herself, continuously exhaling the strangely intoxicating smoke into Ray's face. The pleasure was becoming too much for even Ray's military-trained mind to handle. It was becoming more and more difficult to focus on his past, who he was. Instead his mind was flooded with images of sexy raven-haired girls, hunky guys with deliciously large penises, and a strange world known as Gaia. Marissa rode him for all she was worth. All the outward signs of transformation were at hand - his eyes had lost their focus and the droplets of liquid emanating from her nipples were having the desired effect as small mounds began protruding from his chest, topped by very feminine nipples. Ray soon came, spurting the last of his useless semen from his body as his skin darkened and ass rounded. His body, penis aside, had taken on the form of a Latina goddess as his breasts finally reached their generous D-cup proportions. Deep inside, his mind was still raging against itself and the influx of estrogen and pheromones, but his masculine side already realized it was fighting a losing battle. "Please stop this," he pleaded with his dual lovers, although with his new voice dripping with sexuality it sounded more like a plea to finish the transformation than to halt it. His penis, fully spent, was shriveling before his eyes as new internal organs shifted within his body. Marissa moved down the length of his completely feminine body, kissing his long-nailed hands and cute bellybutton piercing along the way to her destination. When she finally took what remained of Ray's penis and testicles in her mouth, the pleasure was too much for him to bear. "Time to finish your transformation, you sexy little Latina slut," Megan whispered in Ray's ear as she lit a fresh cigarette. His will finally broken, the process was complete. Megan smiled and dragged deeply on her Capri 120 as Ray's green eyes shone brightly and a brilliant smile appeared on his face. Ray ... Ra ... Rac ... Rach ... Rachael ... Rachael turned Megan's head toward her and greedily sucked the recently inhaled smoke from her lungs. "Mmm, I feel just yummy," she cooed before exhaling slowly. Meanwhile, Marissa continued to slurp away at Rachael's penis until it became pink and formed a delicate clitoris. Rachael grunted in pleasure as her testicles retreated within her body, already in the process of becoming egg-laden ovaries. At the same time, her outer labial lips formed from the growing fissure in her crotch. Marissa didn't miss a beat and continued lapping eagerly at Rachael's new pussy until she bucked and screamed in the throes of her first orgasm as a female. The three women continued their thorough exploration of each other's bodies over the next few hours before drifting off into a deep sleep, their bodies interlocked. Rachael's last thought before sleep overtook her was of how lucky she was to be part of the Sisterhood, and how she needed to get a good night's sleep before her first day of work tomorrow. The Night Skies Hotel had claimed another body and soul as one of its own. *** Tuesday, July 7th, 2004 Rachael was perched atop a lookout scanning the swimmers in the Olympic-sized pool below. It was already a few hours into her first shift and she was enjoying herself immensely. Her fellow pool workers had made her feel more than welcome before the facilities opened that morning; she brushed her hand delicately over her nether region, moaning almost imperceptibly at the memory. Yet she still felt emptiness inside her - she needed to be filled. Megan had explained to her that the constant horniness would largely go away once she had satiated herself on her first male. She licked her lips unconsciously at the thought. The beautiful raven-haired Latina was already getting her share of attention as some of the more boisterous swimmers dived and joked underneath her, trying to impress the beautiful lifeguard. She longed to jump right in and show them a good time. It was, however, necessary to wait for the proper time and place. Alice, one her co-workers, had explained to her that she would get her opportunity soon enough as they chatted over a post-coital cigarette. The sheer volume of guests through the pool, combined with the pathogen-laced water, meant that it was only a matter of time before some of the guests began experiencing the change as they swam. That was her real job, to get those guests out of sight and help them complete their metamorphosis into sisters before other patrons witnessed it. Rachael's nipples were rock hard as she eagerly scanned the water for potential candidates; Alice was across from her, monitoring the two large slides. She had earlier jokingly told Rachael the story of the person who entered the chute as a man but had emerged with two large breasts. "Help! Please, someone help!" Rachael leaned forward in her seat, following the voice as best she could. There was man doubled over in pain in the shallow end of the pool. He looked to be in his late thirties, and was still trim and fit. She could make out the tent in his swimming trunks from where she sat. His companion, a teenager maybe about sixteen, was calling for help. Rachael dove gracefully into the water. Her bathing suit, which was a striking red, similar to those the lifeguards wore on Baywatch, struggled to contain her large melons, but somehow managed to hold. Within seconds she was at the pair's side; Alice was already there, examining the older man as he clutched his stomach. Looking up from the man, Alice smiled as she saw the enthusiasm in Rachael's eyes. "I think it's just a case of indigestion," she reassured the man and his son. "We get that a lot here." She gestured at her co-worker. "Rachael here will take good care of you," she said, winking at Rachael. "Let's get you to the first aid room, where you can lie down for a while," Rachael said, helping the man out of the pool. The teenager, a wiry redhead, was following Rachael and his father when he too felt a twinge of pain. "I think I may have swallowed too much water, " he complained. Rachael grinned at him and put on her sexiest voice. "Well then, I think I'll have to give you a thorough examination as well!" The boy blushed as she felt the blood rush to his face and to his penis. Lucky the first aid room is poolside, he thought, not wanting to let the entire pool see his state of arousal. Rachael and her two companions entered the first aid room. It seemed pretty standard - a physiotherapist's bed in the center with numerous medical supplies stocked on shelves. Rachael picked up a pen and chart from just inside the door. "I'm going to need your names and room numbers, for insurance purposes." "Sure," the older man replied. He was trying to hide the strange feelings inside and his growing arousal from his son. "I'm Jim Bates and this here's my boy David. We were staying in room 314, but we're leaving now. We just stopped by for a quick dip to freshen up before we checked out." "How did you enjoy your stay?" Rachael asked politely as she filled out the form. As there were two transformees she would need some help and Alice was busy monitoring the pool. So she did the next best thing: She focused on Megan's image in her mind and fired off a telepathic query - Do you want to come down and help out with a transformation? Your shift as a dancer doesn't start for a few hours anyway. An affirmative came back almost instantly, and Rachael broke off the energy-draining link. "Mr. Bates, I'll examine you first. We need to go through here," Megan said, pointing to another door that lead into an adjoining room. Looking at the teenager, she said, "Please wait here David. Another employee will be here shortly to attend to your needs." Jim wondered why Rachael was being so thorough if this was only a case of indigestion, but a part of him told him not to worry about what was going on, and to just relax and accept what Rachael was doing. He followed her obediently to the next room, inhaling her scent deeply. There was just something about her that made it impossible to disagree with her. Both father and son's eyes were riveted on her luxurious but firm ass as she led Jim into the next room. Rachael could sense their attention and loved it; soon they, too, would experience the joys of Sisterhood. The room was not what Jim was expecting. Rather than a sanitized hospital area it was more of a boudoir, with a plush red carpet and a large king-sized bed serving as the room's centerpiece. None of this added up. Ahead of him Rachael was lighting up a long Capri superslim from a pack on a large dresser. She inhaled deeply, savoring the rich smoke and turned to face him before exhaling languidly in the direction of his shocked face. "Where are my manners?" she said coyly. "Care to join me?" Although Jim had quit smoking more than ten years ago, the room's smoky aroma smelled delicious and he simply nodded his head. Giggling at his helplessness Rachael placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it up. The smoke tasted much better than Jim remembered, and he inhaled for five long seconds, relishing the sensation as the nicotine hit his lungs. He pursed his lips and exhaled a long, thin cone of smoke. Rachael looked on approvingly. "Wow, that was amazing." Jim was startled at the new sensation of pleasure. "I feel so ..." "Sexy," Rachael finished. "You look it too." The first outward signs of transformation had appeared, his lips were already fuller, more feminine, and as Jim took a second wondrous drag Rachael noticed the lipstick stain on the filter. Jim put up no resistance, continuing to smoke, as Rachael undid the strings of his swimming trunks and yanked them down to his ankles. Despite his face becoming softer and female, Jim's member stood as hard and proud as ever. Rachael quickly removed her own bathing suit, their wet bodies dripping on the carpet, but that was not a priority for either of them at that moment. In Jim's last few clear moments of lucidity as a man he took a final deep draw on his cigarette and gazed down upon Rachael who was giving him a hot smoky blowjob. Rachael looked back up at him, exhaling playfully up his body; one of his eyes was blue, and the other was emerald green. Jim knew something was wrong as thick black hair descended over his eyes - he had been bald ten minutes ago - but he found he had no will or desire to fight what was happening to him. The small moment of worry passed and he guided Rachael toward the bed. "I want to be in you lover," he cooed. He kissed Rachael deeply with his bee-stung lips and delicate pink tongue, then laid her down on the bed. Clambering atop her, he gently thrusted into her waiting, lubricated pussy. Meanwhile, in the first aid room, David waited patiently for his father and Rachael to finish. He had no idea that his father was at that very moment penetrating the beautiful lifeguard, or, worse still, that Jim was already more female than male as large nipples topped off his growing breasts. David looked down at his fingers; his nails appeared longer than he remembered. Didn't I just cut them yesterday? he thought, noticing that they extended well beyond the tips of his fingers. He would have been more worried if they weren't so ... cute. He also didn't remember his hands being so dainty. On top of that, the freckles that normally covered his arms were fading away, leaving his skin became almost porcelain-like in its perfection. David was so fascinated by the changes that he didn't notice that he had remained erect since he entered the first aid room. The room's next occupant had, however, no difficulty in sensing David's arousal. Megan startled the adolescent with her entrance, and even more so when she stripped off her skimpy uniform. David stared at the erotic dancer dumbfounded, as if the last half-hour hadn't been strange enough. He suddenly became aware of his erect state. He was a virgin and Megan seemed to sense this, approaching him slowly and displaying her naked body in all its glory. "Don't worry, we're going to take this slowly. I'll be gentle with you," she whispered into his ear. With that she kissed him softly, the kiss lingering as she pressed her large breasts against his bare torso. After they separated slowly, she lay him down on the sturdy physiotherapist's table and removed his swimming shorts. She licked the length of his modest cock slowly before crawling on top of him and positioning herself to allow him entrance to her. David couldn't believe what was happening, he was about to score with the hottest girl he ever laid eyes on. Taking her lead he pushed into her, inexperienced but eager. He reached up to touch her magnificent breasts, noticing that his fingernails had somehow acquired a sexy red color, but that didn't seem important. Megan sat atop David moving her hips rhythmically and enjoying the sensations. Sex was always pleasurable. "That's it. Keep going," she encouraged her virgin lover as she deflowered him. "Your hair's so pretty!" she commented as a wave of silky red hair tumbled past his shoulders. David bristled with pride inside; it was important to look pretty. Megan kissed him tenderly as she slowed their pace, intent on making their lovemaking last. David smelled the smoke on her breath but instead of being repulsed, as he usually was, the scent smelled so delicious it turned him on even more. Megan smiled lovingly at him as his green eyes lost their focus, his eyebrows formed a feminine arch, and his lips and nose became like those of a supermodel. *** In the other room Jim moaned in a dusky alto voice as he thrust into Rachael, his DD breasts bouncing in time with hers. He was a bit confused when they first started to emerge, but a growing part of them was beginning to accept them. They just looked so fabulous riding high on his hairless chest. Rachael seemed to like them anyway, squealing with delight as she tweaked his hard nipples before sucking on them. It registered with him that he'd never be able to go out in public as a man again, but a very evil thought occurred to him - What's so great about being a man anyway? He felt fantastic at the moment, so soft and sexy. It was becoming harder to concentrate as he continued to fuck Rachael. Memories seemed harder to grasp as new thoughts came flooding into his head. He squeezed Rachael with his large but toned thighs as thoughts of the Sisterhood became clear to him. "That's it sister. Emerge from your chrysalis," He heard Rachael scream as she clenched his now generous rear pulling him further into her. He was on the verge of climax. Jim almost envied Rachael; he drooled at the idea of being taken by a man. Welcoming him into his lovehole until he too felt the joys of Sisterhood. The last male portion of his brain was appalled at the idea, but the feeling lasted only momentarily as all that was male exited him with a dribble of semen when he came. Jim ... Ji ... Jil ... Jill gazed upon her body with wonderment; she was so pretty ... and horny. All that remained of her male self was that ugly looking penis, but even that was succumbing to her new body. She squealed in joy at the sensation of her gonads being pulled inside her body forming a new entrance. Her cock, though erect, was shrinking as Rachael rubbed it gently, sending shockwaves through Jill's body. Her body rippled one final time as fat deposits found their new home, giving her a sexy hourglass shape. Jill's body was covered in a sheen of musky hot sweat as her transformation was finally complete. The new woman got up from the bed, strutting sexily to the dresser while admiring her new physique. From her luscious hair, to her flawless skin, to her perfect body, everything felt right. Extracting two cigarettes form the pack of Capris, she lit them both and passed one to Rachael, who gratefully accepted. Jill felt complete, her shady memories of a past life felt like a bad dream compared to this beautiful new reality. "Thank you Rachael, I never dreamed anything could be this pleasurable." "I understand sister!" Rachael giggled at her first conquest before hugging her. "You know I'm kinda new here too and I could use a roommate, if you're interested?" "Really?!" Jill exclaimed excitedly, but then her expression became more serious. She took a long draw on her Capri, pausing a moment to consider her options and held the smoke down for a long time before exhaling. "I'd love to." "You teasing bitch," Rachael replied before hugging her again. "Don't you know it," Jill smirked. "By the goddesses, I almost forgot to show you your surprise," Rachael said, leading the naked woman to the door. *** David was riding on a wave of sensual pleasure as Megan grinded enthusiastically on his member; he brushed a long strand of red hair out of his green eyes and looked in astonishment at his naked body. He was completely hairless and his skin had a pale radiance about it. His form was androgynous, but for his shaft buried to the hilt in Megan his body no longer retained any male features. In addition his legs were no longer dangling over the edge of the bed, he must have lost at least six inches from his six-foot frame and somehow there was a glimmering bracelet around one of his elegant ankles. But none of these changes seemed important to David, all that mattered was the sexy dancer that had mounted him and, of course, the deliciously warm feeling radiating from his center. David's hips cracked and widened, forcing a strangely high-pitched whimper of delight from him. It was then he noticed the two women entering the room. Both were raven-haired beauties equally as beautiful as Megan, and like he and Megan both were completely nude. He could place one of the women as Rachael the lifeguard but the other, though somehow familiar, was unknown to him. Both were smoking long, skinny cigarettes. "David!" the strange woman cried, rushing to his side. David stared the unidentified woman's face while continuing to fuck Megan. Then the realization came with sudden clarity. She had the same caring expression as his father; it was unmistakable even through her delicate womanly features. "Dad?" he whispered uncertainly. "I'd prefer Mom," Jill smiled, tears of joy in her eyes. "But you're so gorgeous, you look like you're in your twenties. We should say we're sisters." It never struck David as strange that he referred to himself as a woman. The pathogen was affecting his mind, making the transition easy for him. It didn't even seem weird that he was losing his virginity to a slutty dancer while his former Dad looked on proudly. "Let's help bring your daughter out of her shell," Rachael suggested to Jill. Rachael knelt down at David's side and began sucking on David's still male nipple, motioning to Jill to follow her lead. "Your breasts and saliva now contain a substance which will assist the change." Jill nodded; she knew on a genetic level that this was true. Soon she and Rachael were alternatively sucking and blowing smoke on David's nipples. David, his voice now fully female, groaned his approval as his nipples hardened and lengthened and the areola surrounding them expanded and darkened. His mind finally drifted off as newly formed breasts pushed inevitably outwards past an A cup, into a B cup before finally stopping at a C cup. His midriff rippled as any fat was removed toward his shapely posterior leaving his tummy toned and accentuating his womanly hips. David slowed his pace as he felt a sensuous voice in his head telling him mysteries and secrets he could not have possibly known. Old feelings became unimportant, stupid and masculine in comparison to the new revelations. The Sisterhood was the way, the truth; helping to defeat the Patriarchy and restore Gaia would give meaning to his previously insignificant existence. He closed his eyes, his last male orgasm hitting him as the voice in his head became more and more his, no her, own voice ... ... and Dana opened her eyes. They were shining bright. She was a full sister; her ripening body was that of a sixteen-year-old teenage dream, her skin porcelain and her features classical. Her shrinking cock slipped from Megan's vagina and she kissed the dancer deeply in gratitude before standing on her shapely legs. All four women stared in wonderment at the power of the pathogen as Dana's balls were pulled into her body and her empty scrotal sac fissured and tightened, forming outer labia lips. Her penis retracted, leaving nothing but its pink head, which soon formed her own protected clitoris. Dana stood like a modern Venus; the butterfly had emerged from its cocoon. "We don't get too many redheads around here," Megan commented, "but the last one was special. Maybe that means you will be too." Dana beamed with pride; she couldn't wait to serve the Sisterhood. *** Thursday, July 9th, 2004 Steve wandered the hallways of the massive Night Skies Hotel complex. The place was a myriad of mazes and dead-ends; he had been walking for more than an hour and was sure he had no way knowing where his hotel room was. All the same, he wasn't too concerned about his current predicament. Though at sixteen he was much too young to get into the hotel's more titillating sections - such as the bars, strip club or casino - the throng of people, mainly drop dead gorgeous women, were enough to keep him entertained. He hadn't wanted to go on this road trip with his parents, but they still considered him too young to leave home alone. Now he was stuck in this hotel in the middle of nowhere and his parents were probably still at the upscale restaurant on the top floor. Even stranger than the fact that there had to be more hot women per head of population in the hotel than anywhere in the world was the fact that he was getting attention from them. "Hi there handsome. I'd bring you into the club and show you a good time if you weren't so young," a dancer wearing a skimpy uniform said to him in passing. Steve wasn't a bad-looking guy, but because he was carrying a couple of extra pounds and was quite studious, he had never had a steady girlfriend. Tonight, though, he had never desired to be older. With the bevy of beauties around the place Steve could only imagine the joys the adult sections of the hotel had to offer. Deep in his own fantasy, Steve walked right into another person going in the opposite direction, knocking her lighter frame to the floor. "I'm so sorry!" Steve apologized, offering her a hand. "I wasn't watching where I was going." He felt even more embarrassed as he gazed upon her. Like almost all of the fairer sex he had encountered in the hotel, the red-haired girl was stunning. The first comparison that came to mind was Lindsey Lohan, but that didn't do justice to the girl staring up at him. Unlike the other women he met, however, she wasn't wearing a tiny dress. Rather she was attired like a typical teenage girl with a funky pink top that bared her toned midriff and a pair of trendy blue jeans. "No problem," she replied, flashing him a perfect smile. "If people always watched where they were going, then they would never accidentally bump into each other, and I think that would make the world a far less interesting place." "That is true," Steve replied as he helped the girl to her feet. "Thanks! You wanna hang out for a while? Everyone here's much older and there's not a lot to do." Steve couldn't believe his luck that such a beautiful girl wanted his company. "Sure. Are you here with your parents? By the way, my name's Steve." Dana grinned at Steve's bumbling attempt at an introduction; he was so adorable. "I'm Dana. My mother works here so I'm staying here full time. This place even has a school." "Wow. Talk about having everything," Steve blurted out before realizing it probably wasn't cool to be impressed that the hotel has a school. "Come on, let's go someplace more private. This place can get quite rowdy later on," Dana said, linking his arm and leading him down the hallway. "And I've got my own private suite upstairs, handsome." The two continued chatting amiably as they made their way to Dana's room. Steve was becoming very intrigued by Dana; unlike all the pretty girls in his high school she clearly was no bimbo. "So you've got your own suite then?" Steve asked. "I'm an independent woman," Dana answered, laughing. "But it's not as if I'm living in a guest suite. The staff living area isn't quite as luxurious." They had been walking for about five minutes when Dana took a pack of Capri 120s from the pocket of her jeans. She offered one of the long all-whites to Steve, who politely declined, before lighting herself up and taking a long, contented drag. "I wouldn't have pegged you as a smoker," Steve commented. "I mean it's such a disgusting habit." "Filthy," Dana giggled before making a show of taking a large puff, French inhaling and exhaling slowly. "No one likes a show-off Dana, especially one that reeks of smoke." Dana simply made a face at him and stopped at one of the doors in the deserted hallway. "Here we are." She opened the door using her keycard and led Steve in. The suite wasn't as well apportioned as the guest suites, but it was modern and looked barely lived in with a decent-sized living area and bedroom. Dana immediately went to a cabinet below the television and pulled out a bottle of liquor. Steve didn't recognize the brand, Wild Woman, but nonetheless reluctantly accepted a proffered glass of the liquid. "I don't really drink you know." "Don't be such a prude," Dana chided, taking another drag on her cigarette. "You're on vacation - have a little fun!" "I can't believe your mother is OK with you smoking and drinking. She must be very cool," Steve said, taking a tentative sip of his drink. Finding the taste to his liking he sat down on the snug couch and flicked on the television. "She trusts me. We have a very ... adult relationship." Dana flopped down beside Steve, snuggling tightly against him. She could sense his arousal. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Steve nodded his acceptance; he just didn't want his sexy companion to move. Extinguishing her Capri on the large cut-glass ashtray in front of her, Dana flicked around the stations to the movie channels while carefully avoiding some of the hotel's more, ah, specialized stations. Finally she settled on a romantic comedy that was just starting. Dana rested her head on Steve's shoulder, snuggling up to him. Both watched the movie intently, Dana lit up about every half hour and made no attempt to keep her smoke away from Steve. Strangely for Steve, the smoke didn't really bother him; in fact, as time passed it almost began to smell good. In addition, he was completely absorbed in the silly romcom, even shedding a few tears, which was most unlike him. The last time he had cried at a movie was when he watched "ET" as a child, but Dana didn't seem to mind. Maybe he was feeling weird because he was onto his third Wild Woman or perhaps it was the amazing woman at his side. Steve had no idea that a little bit of both was the answer. By the time the film ended Steve felt a twinge of responsibility and called his parents to let them know he'd be late back. In spite of his fears, his normally authoritative mother seemed unconcerned and gave him permission to stay out as late as he wanted. Dana lit another cigarette while he was talking, the aroma by now smelling good to him and piquing his curiosity. Buoyed by Dutch courage, Steve looked at Dana's cigarette. "Do you mind if I ... ?" "What? This disgusting thing?" Dana teased before blowing another luxurious plume of smoke at him. Rather than move away, Steve breathed the smoky air around him deeply. His action let Dana know he was ready. Taking a monstrous drag, she pressed her lips against his and exhaled directly into his eager lungs. Steve continued their lip-lock, exhaling through his nose, his cock was painfully erect and Dana stroked it playfully through his jeans. Breaking their kiss, Dana lit another Capri and passed it to him. "Now it's time to smoke for real." Steve took the offered cigarette and looked at it curiously. "Don't you think this is a little girly for me?" Dana simply smiled. "I think it looks great on you baby. I bet you'll be a beautiful smoker." Encouraged Steve took a drag of his own and, even though he didn't know how to smoke, the technique came naturally and he inhaled without any difficulty. Before him Dana was removing her clothes slowly, teasing him as he continued to indulge his new habit. Expertly she removed her bra letting her fleshy C-cup tits spring free. Her body was perfection itself. Next her panties were slowly slid down her supple legs and dropped to the floor. Motioning to him with her finger she beckoned him to follow her into the bedroom. "I'm going to rock your world!" Steve was in no position to get the double entendre. Their lovemaking was slow, passionate and pleasurable. Steve drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped around his lover's waist, her back drawn close against his chest. It was the best evening of his life. Steve awoke sometime before dawn, feeling a bit sickly. Creeping through the room carefully so as not to wake his companion, he tried to make his way into the bathroom. The door was locked. Thinking this odd he tried the other door. It was locked as well. Why had Dana locked them in? In the darkness, Steve failed to notice the almost-imperceptible changes that had occurred to him while he slept. His muscle mass was reduced and his former potbelly was considerably flatter. Most of his body hair trailed on the floor behind him as it fell out silently. He felt more confused than angry, however, and was soon distracted by a half-full pack of Capris on Dana's vanity table. He felt a sudden urge to smoke a cigarette, but there was no way he could be addicted already. Nonetheless he lit one of the cigarettes and inhaled greedily; it looked much better in his finer hand than it did some hours ago, much ... sexier. As he took a second, more relaxed, drag he noticed a pair of luminescent green eyes eyeing him hungrily. "It's time to finish your transformation, bitch." Dana rose naked from the large bed, looking beautiful but dangerous. For the first time Steve felt like fleeing. Dana strutted aggressively toward him, taking his cigarette and obviously enjoying the situation. "How about one last fuck as a man?" Steve didn't know what the hell she meant, and wasn't in the mood to find out; it was too late in the night for practical jokes. "I want you to let me out of here. I don't feel well." "That's not what your dick's telling me," Dana retorted. Steve realized his cock was painfully rigid the instant before Dana pushed him to the floor and forcefully mounted him. Unexpectedly Steve didn't have the strength or will to resist her; his graceful arms were no larger than hers now. A sense of pleasure began emanating through him in spite of his shocked state and he soon found himself giving in to Dana's advances. On top of him Dana bucked as an orgasm ripped through her. "Don't ... you ... want ... to ... feel ... this ... bliss," Dana screamed, riding her crescendo. In response Steve's hips broadened and his tummy reshaped. "Of course you do!" Dana took a final drag off her cigarette and kissed Steve's pouty lips, their delicate pick tongues dueling. Steve gazed lovingly at her through his green eyes before becoming conflicted. "This isn't right, I'm not a woman," he protested in a girlish voice. "No ... but you soon will be." Dana reversed her position, Steve's shrinking cock no longer large enough to pleasure her. She easily took all that remained of Steve in her mouth, licking and sucking the useless appendage. At the other end Dana's pheromones finally overpowered Steve. He relaxed and enjoyed the new sensations as his face finally shifted completely into its dainty feminine proportions. Steve ... Ste ... St ... "Mmmm." Sydney immediately noticed the heavenly musky scent of Dana's pussy and attended to it enthusiastically, eager to complete her metamorphosis. Dana felt the renewed attention to her nether regions and knew Steve was no more. Her own sucking had sped up the change of Sydney's genitalia and so she went to work on her lover's moist slit. Within moments Sydney's butt rounded and she giggled as Dana's skilled tongue hit a sweet spot. She couldn't believe what a lucky girl she was, beautiful, tanned, with long gleaming black hair. The only problem was her lack of tits, but even that became secondary as she experienced her first female orgasm just as the sun's first rays speared above the horizon. All that she had experienced as a man became insignificant in comparison. Dana looked in delight at her lover before smiling. "It's titty time!" She kissed Sydney's nipples as they lost their silly male shape and became large and erect. Sydney gasped in delight as mounds of flesh began pushing her nipples outward, finally giving her an erotic hourglass shape. She massaged her breasts as they continued to grow, ending up at a respectable C-cup, which she knew would become even larger as she matured into an adult member of the Sisterhood. Dana gave Sydney a hand up as she had once done for her. "Come on, we've just got time for coffee and a cigarette before we have to get to school. We've got a lot to learn before we can enter one of the guilds." Sydney couldn't wait to enroll; it would be such an honour to serve the Sisterhood. *** Having obtained its quota of new recruits the Night Skies Hotel flickered out of Timeline 0600 - our Earth - and back into void that surrounds each timeline. The hotel's population continued to grow, as did that of its offshoots. Victim became host as host attracted more victims. Yet none of the hotel's sexy staff minded; once inside it was impossible to resist the allure of the Sisterhood. The Patriarchy - the oldest and most powerful enemy of the Sisterhood - was constantly expanding its reach as it marched across the timelines, but it was only a matter of time before the Sisterhood struck back. Neither Gaia nor any other timeline conquered by the Patriarchy would go unavenged if the master plan by the women of the Sisterhood bore fruit.