Author: 1BrainwashedBareback
Email: lyonsp961@gmail.com
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Story: Hypnotizing my Big Sis to be my Fuck Doll, Book Two
THE STORY SO FAR: Ned lacks self-esteem. His successful, supermodel big sister has undermined him all his life. When Ned’s favorite science teacher leaves him a sunbed re-programmed to alter the human body, Ned’s size-zero sister insists on a tan, and Ned turns her into the chunky fuck doll of his dreams. Saskia screams blue murder but she has to submit to Ned’s demands if she wants her supermodel body back.
Ned has just enjoyed his fuck doll’s bootylicious body, now he has to return his hypnotized sister to her original state. But his old teacher’s instructions were less detailed when it came to reversing the transformation process. Ned’s not too sure what he’s going to see when he snaps his big sis out of her trance.
HYPNOTIZING MY BIG SIS TO BE MY FUCK DOLL, BOOK TWO
A bleeper bleeps. The Ultra Violet Tactile Enhancer has finished transforming my sister.
A green light flashes on and off. Saskia ought to be back in her real body now.
The MegaSun7Deluxe whirs to a halt.
I can’t bear to look. The machine turned my big sis into a bootylicious two-hundred pound babe, but God knows what it’s done to her on the return journey.
I shut my eyes and hold my breath. I aim my eyes at the depths of the sunbed and open them.
A perfect, size-zero, supermodel-level body lies dead still on the upholstery. The slim legs and pert butt and small, bud-like breasts are perfect for the catwalk in every way.
I breathe a huge sigh of relief.
Saskia has regained her real body. My big sis has recaptured the body she was born with. The chunky curves and bootylicious butt that meant so much to me have melted back into the minimal figure Saskia prefers.
She sits up and pulls the mask off her face.
Wavy black hair. Flared nostrils. Retroussé nose. Cupid’s-bow lips. Dark, lustrous eyes. One hundred percent photogenic. Yes, it’s Saskia again.
A svelte, supermodel Saskia climbs from the MegaSun7.
I close my eyes. I wait for the shouting and yelling and cussing to start.
She purrs:
“… Mm-mmmmmmm… that was so-ooo relaxing, bro…”
Bro? She’s never called me ‘bro’ before.
A warm body rubs against me.
I open my eyes.
My big sister’s size-zero fashion-model body is rubbing softly against me.
Her taut, tight nipples graze my chest. Her bud-like breasts firm themselves against my pounding pecs. Her shaved pussy nestles against my suddenly aching cock. Her lips brush succulent moisture over mine.
“… That’s the best hour in a sunbed I’ve ever spent, Ned… I feel so-ooo good… we’ll have to do this more often…”
She’s hypnotized. My big sister is still under hypnosis! Her body’s returned to its former state, but her mind’s remained in its mesmerized trance.
She sways against me. Her knuckles lightly brush against the front of my pants, graze my cock, feel it immediately start to stiffen.
“… What setting did you use… Caribbean…?… or Mediterranean…?”
Saskia’s in a hypnotic trance. She can’t remember a thing that happened when she was in her other, chunky, two-hundred-pound body!
She’s completely forgotten that she sucked my cock. She thinks she’s just had an hour in an ordinary sunbed! She has no recollection of gagging on my rock-hard cock while she was stacked and chunky, or of me shooting my load down her throat.
I say:
“… Caribbean…”
My sister’s body has returned to normal, but her mind has changed utterly! She has a whole new personality!
I can see it in her eyes. Saskia’s in a blissed-out, trippy trance. The machine’s lulling darkness is still overwhelming her from head to toe. She’ll quite happily let the machine’s lulling darkness overwhelm her forever. It’s the way I felt, blissful and hypnotized, when Mister McCrory finished demonstrating on my penis…
… Which means…
… Maybe I’m still hypnotized myself!
She murmurs:
“… Mm-mmmmmmm… that Caribbean feeling… you’re brilliant, Ned…!” Brilliant? I’ve only ever been a ‘dweeb’ and a ‘dork’. My whole life she’s said I was a ‘nerd’ and a ‘doink’. “That’s the best tanning experience I’ve ever had…!”
Tanning experience?
She hasn’t tanned in the slightest! Her body’s the same light brown color it was when she stepped into the machine. She’s changed from size zero to N-cup bootylicious and back again. From supermodel slim to gorgeously fat and chunky and back again but her skin’s the exact same shade of light tan it was before.
I mutter:
“… Yeah… well… glad you enjoyed it, sis…”
She’s hypnotized. She likes me! It’s the first time in my life she’s ever liked me! She’s forgotten that I’ve just blackmailed her. She’s oblivious of the fact that I stood over her and made her suck my cock before I’d return her to her normal body.
I break out in a cold sweat. I’m trembling all over. Man, that was a close shave!
I remember the difficulty I had finding where her size zero details were stored in the computer memory. It was only by chance that I found the screen with the algebraic formulae and asymptotes to infinity where her data was stored. She could have been trapped in her two-hundred-pound body forever. Her modeling career would have been over! Her life on the catwalk would have gone down in flames. She’d have stayed sensationally chunky and curvaceous—the kind of sister I fancy— and no Milan designer or swimwear photographer would have even looked at her ever again! My life would have been over. There’d have been no forgiveness. I could have ended up in jail. When it got out that I’d been experimenting on my sister’s body in Mister McCrory’s UVTE machine, they’d have locked me up and thrown away the key!
I remember how vague my old teacher was when it came to reversing the UVTE process. How blasé he was. How returning bodies to their original shape didn’t really interest Mister McCrory. I remember all the columns of figures, the spread-sheet sized arrays of numbers, the terabytes of binary options I had to scroll through to get Saskia’s original body back.
Next time I might not be so lucky. Next time the ‘subject’s body memory might wander off into the interweb void and never be seen again!
There’ll be no next time.
No.
Never. Never again.
I’ve performed my last body alteration. The UVTE machine can go to hell!
I’ll take the sunbed down to the wreckers yard first thing in the morning and have it dismantled. Smashed to pieces. I’ll take to it with a sledgehammer myself if needs be. Anything but go through this ordeal again.
Saskia looks her arms up and down. She surveys her perfect belly. My sister knows everything there is to know about skin-deep beauty.
Her plump lips moue:
“… Act-uuu-aaaaaally… I’ve got this swimwear shoot tomorrow… Hunza G… I could do with being… a wee bit browner…”
“No, Saskia. No. That’s enough.”
She looks her arm up and down. Her arm is slim and perfectly toned. She pouts:
“… I am still a shade light… Tony says a deeper tan sets off the Hunza G look better…”
“Tony? Who’s Tony?”
“… Tony…?… oh he’s my new boyfriend… Tony’s in charge of the model agency… Tony says…”
“Bugger what Tony says. No!”
“… Ple-eeeeeeease…” She winds her arms around my neck. “… Ple-eeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Ned…”
She holds on tighter to my neck. I feel her pussy stir against my cock. Her immaculately shaved mound rubs gently against the aching weight gathering in my pants. She moues:
“… We’ve always got on so well together, you n me, Ned… haven’t we…?”
Her pout turns to plump, moist, succulent fullness grazing my lips. Her supple lips work my lips apart. Her tongue-tip searches inside my mouth, finds my tongue and grapples voluptuously.
“… Mm-mmmmmmmmm…”
Her smooth mound slips and slides on the pulsing hardness gathering in my jeans. I can feel how moist her hot slit is melting through my zip.
“… Mm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
She reaches down. My big sister strokes my cock more and more firmly. Her fingertips savor the gathering tightness throbbing through packed denim.
“… Oh fuck, bro… your cock feels so-ooo nice… we oughta do this more often…”
We did it twenty minutes ago. When she was eighty pounds heavier and not so slim and slippery.
She pulls my zip down. My pants gape open. She frees my rock-hard shaft. She takes my pounding piston in her fist. Her hot clasp pumps with a moist, burning friction.
“… Mm-mmmmmmm… I always knew my little bro would have a big one…”
She knows already. She had it in her mouth half an hour ago.
Her fist turns frantic, crushed ramping between the heat of our twining bodies. She murmurs:
“… You think my butt’s nice, Ned…?… you think your sister’s got a nice ass…?”
I can’t breathe:
“… I sure do, babe…”
I cup it in both hands. Her toned ass-cheeks quake in the palms of my hands. Her tight, firm butt does snaky things in my helpless palms. Her hard little bottom slips and slithers, drives her pussy hotter and wetter against my cock.
“… Fuck, Saskia…”
I preferred her ass when it was twenty pounds heavier, more bootylicious, but I’m not complaining.
“… Feel how wet I am, Ned… feel how wet your big sister is for you…!”
She goes up on tiptoes and my hand slides helplessly between her legs. My fingertips savor the molten wetness round her slippery fuck-hole. She’s right. She’s sopping wet. My big sister’s going into meltdown.
“… Oh… oh… oh… oh fuck…”
My fingertips slide into her wet gash, into a flurry of hot wet spasms ans she starts to cum:
“… Fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuck…!”
Her moist cunt grinds in the palm of my hand. Her slippery heat rides knuckle-deep on my fingers. Her pussy jerks and bucks. Her hot gash goes into overdrive
“… Fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”
She’s supple. She’s a model. Her back arches. She’s falling backwards. My hands slither on her slim, winged hips. I try to catch her but she’s too slippery. She tilts backwards over the lid of the sunbed, her legs spreading, her hot fist guiding my throbbing spear-head towards her juicy fuck-hole.
“… Please… ple-eeeeeeeeese, Ned… fuck me… I need you to fuck me…”
“… Look… Saskia…”
She’s not in her right mind. She’s in a hypnotic trance. I mustn’t do this.
My swollen tip lodges in her slippery heat. Her cunt’s juicy lips melt to pulsing cling-film clasping and unclasping on my throbbing thickness.
She’s in a hypnotic state. I’ve turned her into a fuck doll. I’m in a hypnotic trance too. It’s not my fault that she’s my sister and I’m losing control.
“… Yes… yes…”
I slam my rock-hard cock hard and deep into my sister’s molten pussy. Her whole body quakes. Her whole size zero supermodel perfection jerks and bucks on my big prong.
“… Yes… yes… oh fuck… yes… ye-eeeeeeeeeeeeees…”
I pin her down backwards over the sunbed and slam pile-driver after throbbing pile-driver hard and fast and deep into my sister’s spasming cunt.
“… Fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”
Her hot gash ruts on my hot hard stabs. Her succulent pussy cums again and again. Her body goes into meltdown.
“… Yes… yes… fuck me… fuck me hard…!”
My cock goes into overdrive. I’m not doing this. It’s impossible. I can’t be. I’m not fucking my own sister, am I?
My throbbing spear-head knocks down succulent walls deep inside her. Her hot swamp ruts on my big prong. I’m fucking my own sister. It feels good. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever had in my whole life.
“… Cum in my pussy… please, Ned… please… cum in my pussy…”
I think I preferred her body when it was chunkier, when her hips were meatier and her breasts were N-cup heavy, but the ecstasy’s still starting to grip… it’s the same cunt that climaxed when she sucked me off… it’s the same hot gash that she fingered when she blew me…
“… Please, Ned… please… cum in my hot tight pussy…”
I grab her hair and hold her down on the sunbed lid. My cock pumps in and out of her succulent wetness on auto-pilot. I press her down hard onto curved UVTE glass. I lick her belly. I plaster her shoulders with kisses. I take a bud-like tit in my mouth.
Her size zero breast tastes good. Not generous and bootylicious, but still hot and taut under my tongue. Her toned softness quakes as my teeth sink in. Her nipple’s rock-hard prong stabs at the back of my mouth urging me to bite her harder and harder.
“… Yes… yes… no-ooooooo…. No, Ned… no-oooooooooooooo…”
She squirms and thrashes. She bucks and kicks. She thrusts my mouth away, her body in full spasm. I pump surge after surge of throbbing cum into her succulent fuck-hole, her hands thrusting my mouth off her tit, terrified I’ll leave a love-bite in her succulent softness.
“… No, Ned… no-oooooooooooooo… it’s my swimwear shoot tomorrow…!”
The sun beats down on white sand. Seagulls shriek in the crash of waves.
Saskia’s swimwear shoot is being held on a private beach, not far from where we live.
It’s the first time I’ve been invited to one of my big sister’s fashion shoots. Normally Saskia wouldn’t let me within a million miles of her ‘work’, but everything’s changed.
I’ve turned my sister into my fuck doll. She’s as slim and beautiful and photogenic as ever. Not a pore of her skin, not a lustrous black hair on her head, has changed since her time in the UVTE machine, but my big sis has changed utterly.
My parents were amazed at the affectionate way Saskia addressed me over breakfast. None of her usual ‘doink’ and ‘dweeb’. I’m ‘big boy’ now. I’m her ‘big fella’. It almost got embarrassing the amount of sisterly love she showed me. I was scared my parents were going to realize what ‘big boy’ referred to. Luckily my Mom and Dad were so pleased to see Saskia’s change of attitude towards me they didn’t put two and two together.
I sit on a barnacled rock, watching the proceedings.
The beach belongs to the boss of Saskia’s model agency Tony Sckilacci.
A hundred meters of pristine sand. The Pacific Ocean rolling in. The stretch of sand secluded between two rocky headlands that also belong to Tony.
Saskia’s boss must be extremely rich. My sister says that Tony’s her boyfriend now. She’s dumped the actor and the senatorial candidate for a far wealthier dude.
There’s a Winnebago caravan down on the sand for Saskia to get changed in—she’s modeling a range of Hunza G swimwear— and another one for the make-up artists and various technicians. An array of screens and reflectors have been set up on the more photogenic of the two rocky headlands. I never realized doing a fashion shoot was such a big deal.
Luckily the bite mark on my sister’s left tit faded away overnight. I hadn’t realized I was being quite so savage with her toned little breasts, but fortunately she got me off her before I did any lasting damage. Teeth marks would have ruined today’s shoot.
Saskia emerges from the Winnebago in the first of her outfits and my heart stops beating.
The Hunza G Xandra Metallic Cocoa Bikini matches her light tan so perfectly she could almost be butt naked… till you see the tiny triangle pulsing on her oiled mound and the two tiny triangles glistening on her tits.
A smell of garlic and cigar smoke:
“Sure is beautiful, isn’t she?”
There’s a guy hunkered down beside me, all three hundred pounds of him squatting on the sand beside me, three hundred pounds of hairy muscle barging out of an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.
Saskia poses on a wet boulder for the first set of shoots.
I mumble:
“… Yes… she sure is…”
My sister balances effortlessly on the slippery stone. She thrusts out a winged, metallic cocoa hip and shields her eyes with exquisite poise and gazes out to sea while the cameras click.
The guy crushes his cigar out in the wet sand and throws the stub into the shore-wash. He’s got a gruff, gravelly voice:
“You’re her little brother, ey?”
“… Erm… yes… that’s right… I’m… erm… Saskia’s brother…”
He holds out a big, meaty hand:
“Tony. Tony Sckilazzi.” He’s got black hairs on his knuckles. My fingers crush together. It feels like he’s deconstructing my hand as he shakes it. “I’m your sister’s new boyfriend.”
“… Oh… right… right… I see…”
He says ‘new’ like any boyfriends foolish enough to have come prior to him are now liquidated, their ashes scattered far out to sea.
Saskia’s moved down onto a smaller rock, closer to the sheen of the glittering waves and the sparkle of their spray as the waves come crashing down. She moues for a close-up, inviting the photographer to join her in her deep sea kingdom, her tanned, svelte body at home with the thunder of the waves.
Tony says:
“She fucks like an angel. Hottest cunt I’ve ever had.”
I nearly fall off the rock. I mumble:
“… Really…?”
Tony doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. He growls:
“Yeah. Really. It’s because she’s frustrated.”
I swallow hard:
“… Frustrated…?”
Tony lights another cigar.
“Yeah, frustrated. She used to go out with some actor guy n a freaking politician or somethin’. Dudes never fucked her properly. Didn’t freaking know what she wants.”
“… What she wants…?”
“You heard me. You’re only her brother, you wouldn’t know nothin’ about it, but I tell you now…” I don’t want to be told. “… Saskia’s one helluva frustrated bitch…”
I realize I’m blushing. The heat spreading up my neck and across my face isn’t just the sun.
Frustrated? I only fucked her yesterday. I could have sworn she came at least three or four times.
I mutter:
“… Yeah… well… aint nothin’ to do with me…”
I’ve already decided I don’t like Saskia’s new boyfriend one little bit. Besides from him being three hundred pounds of raw, hairy muscle, and blowing cigar smoke in my face, I don’t appreciate the way he talks about my big sister.
Saskia’s standing ankle-deep in the shore-wash, her fingers toying with a shoulder strap as if she’s considering maybe slippig out of her Hunza G metallic cocoa bikini top.
Tony Sckilazzi growls.
“Yeah. It’s a bitch bein’ a fashion model sometimes… girl’s gotta look after her skin…”
I gulp:
“… Her skin…”
“Yeah. Can’t take no risks with that all-over silky skin. Hunza G wouldn’t be too happy if that pert little ass was a mess of sizzling hot whip marks, would they?”
“… Whip marks…?”
He blows some cigar smoke at the sea.
“You heard me. Hot welts. A few perky lesions. Coupla drops of the red stuff. You know what I’m saying?”
“… Not really…”
“A touch of the old bullwhip.” He nods. “Teacher’s cane gettin’ them perfect ass-cheeks nice n raw! Master’s riding-crop leavin’ a few stings on them cute little tits!” He shakes his head. “Hunza G wouldn’t like it at all!”
“… I… I guess not…”
I remember how paranoid Saskia got over one little love-bite last night. Tony’s right. Just the faintest of bruise marks, the merest swelling of red teeth marks, and today’s shoot would have been ruined.
A hairy shoulder nudges my shoulder. Tony whispers from the corner of his mouth, as if the ocean might be listening.
“I suppose you don’t realize, bein’ her brother, but your big sis is a follower of the Marquis de Sade…”
‘… The Marquis de… who…?”
“… Sade… sadism… bondage… the kiss of the whip… your big sister’s yearning for a good hard spanking, Ned… she’s dyin’ for some spunky dude to give her the thrashing she deserves… leave a few telltale signs… it’s your sister’s deepest desire, mate… to be the subject of a good whipping… but she daren’t…” His big head shakes ruefully. “… Her career prospects forbid it. She’s a model, supermodel perfect and then some… that skin needs to be pristine for the camera, unblemished for the photographer, pore-perfect…!
Pore-perfect? That’s what Mister McCrory called her.
Tony spits in the sand. His greasy black locks shake regretfully.
“… That’s why your sister’s so frustrated, Ned… it’s why she gets so uptight… she’s dyin’ for a good thrashing, but career considerations prevent it…”
Saskia reappears from her Winnebago in a purple White Sands thong, the hip-strings knotted casually on her winged perfection, and a Noosa String bikini top, the split bandeau parting full, glossy cleavage on the taut swells of her tits.
I stare out to sea. I murmur:
“… Career considerations, ey…?”
I have to stand up and walk away. I need to get out of this fashion shoot right now. I don’t like Saskia’s new boyfriend one little bit. Tony Sckilazzi is a bad hombre.
I mumble:
“… There may be a way we can get around that…”
I remember all the times Saskia humiliated me.
He frowns:
“We?”
I can’t breathe. I mustn’t say another word.
“… Yes… ‘we’… you n me, Tony… there’s a way Saskia might get her whipping…” I summon up all the occasions on which my big sister put me down. “… And return her to her supermodel perfect body unscathed…”
I tell him about my UVTE machine. I explain how it can alter Saskia’s body to any size or shape we choose…
Tony mutters:
“… I like chunky myself… “
I tell him how Saskia’s addicted to the sunbed.
“… She’s dying to go in it every chance she gets…” I take a deep breath. I say: “… What if I were to put her back into her other body, the chunky one with the bootylicious ass…?” Tony’s eyes glitter. “… And we…”
“We?”
I remember the years of mockery and undermined morale.
“… Yes… we… we give her the thrashing she desires, a touch of the bullwhip, teacher’s cane reddening up those perfect ass-cheeks, some riding crop stings raw on her cute little tits, we give her the whipping she deserves… then I return her back to her original, unblemished body… Hunza G won’t even know…!” I look at him. “… It might work…’
A big hand claps me on the shoulder:
“Hey, Ned! You’re some guy! Your big sis’s sure got a spunky dude for a brother!” He rubs his hand across his lips. “Let’s do this!”
Life at home is improving.
If I’m hypnotized, being hypnotized feels okay.
My sister seems to enjoy the trance state too.
My bossy big sis takes to being a fuck doll like a duck to water. Saskia lives for her next session in the UVTE machine. To show her gratitude, she offers me her smoking hot body as many times a day as I like.
Life’s more than improving.
Tony Sckilazzi’s fixed me up with a couple of thousand bucks, a deposit in advance for setting up our Marquis de Sade session with Saskia.
Tony’s a nasty piece of work. I feel a bit nervous about what exact Marquis de Sade things he’s got in mind for my sister…
… Saskia’s love cries sound pretty frantic when Tony stays the night and fucks her in her bedroom…
… Pretty frantic and pretty hot…
… I remember Tony saying how frustrated my sister is. Tony’s a heavy dude, but he’s got his charming side too. We soon become friends. A couple of thousand bucks helps of course. I don’t even mind all that much Tony spending the night with my fuck doll. The amount of pleasure my big sis is giving me these days, jealousy is out of the question.
Life at home is improving, but life at school isn’t improving. In fact life at school is going downhill fast.
The three witches are making my life even more of a misery than before.
Every day it’s the same. I dread the journey home. Every afternoon, at the school gates I have to run the gauntlet of the three smoking hot witches. Dolores Smith. Sammi Duarte. And Hazel Winterbourne.
“Oo! Here comes hunky Ned!”
“Oh my God! Ned’s so-ooo spunky!”
“What a dude!”
Dolores Smith is more svelte and slinky than ever! Her dark, sultry eyes somehow seem even more beckoning!
Sammi Cortez is still so chunky and curvaceous I get cock ache just looking at her!
Hazel Winterbourne takes blonde bombshell to an even higher whole new level!
As I approach, Sammi crows:
“Oo-ooo, Ne-eeed. Dolores fancies you! Dolores thinks you’re so-ooooooo hot!”
As usual, they all fall about laughing.
Dolores screams at the shocking accusation.
“Fancy that doink? I do not so!”
“Yes she does!” shrieks Hazel. “Dolores is dying to go out on a date with you, Ned!”
They caw and cackle like a flock of parakeets.
Dolores jabs her finger down her throat and makes vomiting noises to indicate how the idea of going out on a date with me makes her feel.
They still think I’m the sad, dorky doink that no girl will ever be interested in. They still assume there’s not a girl on earth will ever fancy me. They don’t even know that my big sister fancies me. They’d die if they realized what me and my sister do every night in my bedroom, our sessions with the UVTE machine. Dolores, Sammi and Hazel think they’re so smart. They have no idea that I’ve even made friends with a wealthy model agency boss and that he and I are going to put my sister through her Marquis de Sade paces.
Dolores won’t let up:
“Me? It’s Sammi’s got the hots for you Ned. It’s Sammi wants you to ask her for a date!”
“Oo-ooooooooo! Dolores! You bitch!”
I can’t stand it. They’re driving me insane. I see red. I blurt:
“Oh, yeah? You dizzy bitches think I can’t score a hot chick?” I open my phone. I click to the photo gallery. “Have a look! Waddya think about that!”
Their mouths drop open. Their eyes go big and wide. There’s loads of photos on my phone now.
Me and Saskia fucking.
Saskia sucking my cock.
Me taking Saskia from behind.
Saskia’s luscious mouth wide open as she screams in ecstasy.
“Ee-eeeeeeeeek!”
“Oo-oooooooooooooo!”
“Aa-rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! You pervert!”
“Weirdo!”
Dolores is jabbing her finger down her throat mock-vomiting even worse than before.
“That’s your sister!”
“That’s Saskia!”
“Ned fucks his sister!”
I go hot all over. I can feel my face turning bright red. Now it’ll be all over the school.
I mumble:
“… So…?… what’s wrong with that…?”
They shriek like a bomb’s just gone off in the parakeet flock.
“What’s wrong with that? That’s sick!”
“You’re one fucked-up dude, Ned!”
“Pervert! Weirdo!”
“Wait till I tell Marcia!”
I need to run. I need to get away from them, but instead of fleeing I blurt:
“… My sister’s a model… my big sis is a top fashion model… she’s hotter than you lot any day of the week… and she fancies me… alright…?… my big sister’s drop dead gorgeous… and she can’t keep her hands off me…!”
“Hang on!” says Sammi. “What photo’s this?”
She’s jabbing her finger at one particular picture in my photo gallery.
I try to knock her hand away.
“… That… ?… oh that’s nothing…”
I try to delete the image but Sammi stops me. She shrieks:
“No. Hang on. That’s Saskia n you, but…” She enlarges the image. “… Saskia’s fat… !… look at her…!” She shows the other girls. “… It’s Saskia alright. That’s his sister’s face… but look at her tits, get an eye-load of that butt…!… she has to be at least eighty pounds heavier…!”
They all gape at my phone.
“Oh my days!”
“It’s impossible!”
Dolores examines the photo closely.
“She’s not fat. She’s just… sensationally chunky and curvaceous…!” Dolores’s eyes widen in wonder. “Beyoncé and then some! She looks awesome with all that extra weight on her!”
I want the ground to open up and swallow me. I feel so embarrassed and humiliated and helpless I blurt:
“… I did that…!”
“You?”
I bluster:
“Yes! Me! I’ve got this… erm… machine…”
I confess everything. I can’t help myself. It all comes pouring out. My problems with my big sister. Mister McCrory taking pity on me. My favorite teacher taking me back to his place. Showing me the machine. Demonstrating how it works. Explaining the electronic and quantum mechanical principles on which the UVTE sunbed works. (I don’t mention how he lengthened my penis). How Mister McCrory left me the UVTE machine in his will when he died and how I’ve already tried it out on Saskia. Multiple times.
Even the three witches seem stunned.
Dolores is incredulous:
“You mean you really changed your size zero sister into big and bootylicious?”
I mutter:
“… Yes… and back again…”
Sammi’s doe eyes go big and wide.
I mutter:
“… It… it really happened…”
I point at my phone.
“…There it is… you can see the photographic evidence with your own eyes…”
Hazel’s face is stunned.
“I always knew there was something weird about Mister McCrory.”
As I head for my car there’s no jeers or mocking laughter in pursuit. No sneers or put-downs or witchy laughter.
Dolores, Sammi and Hazel stay silent. I’ve finally managed to impress the three witches.
Me and my big mouth!
When I reach home I realize I’ve just gone and done something totally stupid, something completely and utterly dumb.
Dolores, Sammi and Hazel will tell everybody! There won’t be a person who doesn’t know about the UVTE machine and the things I’ve been doing with it!
I want to die. My life’s over. If the authorities find out what I’ve been doing with my big sister I’m finished.
Jail is the least of my concerns.
‘Wait till I tell Marcia!’
The three girls are one hundred percent gossips. The news of me and my perverted machine will be all over school first thing in the morning.
How could I have been so stupid? I’m freaking out of my mind. My perversion is going to be all over the school, all over town, everywhere, in a matter of hours. There’ll be nowhere I can escape and hide. I’m finished. The whole world will know I have sex with my sister.
The minute I walk, in my mother says:
“Ned. What’s the matter?”
Even my Mom sees that something’s wrong.
“… Nothing… nothing’s the matter… have you seen Saskia…?”
I need to fuck my big sis. I’m suddenly all hot and horny. Only shoving my big cock into my sister’s smoking hot pussy will ease this pain. Only taking my fuck doll’s hot cunt hard and fast and deep will staunch this suffering.
My mother frowns:
“… Saskia… Saskia’s out… she’s staying over at Tony’s place tonight…”
It’s unbearable. I storm off to my bedroom and lock the door.
I masturbate. Masturbation’s useless. I cum three or four times, but every time I unload the need for my sister’s hot pussy gets even worse.
Maybe I am hypnotized. Perhaps I really am in a hypnotic trance. My body doesn’t belong to me any more. I’m just a sex machine for satisfying my big sister’s insatiable lust. It’s Saskia’s fault. All the years of mockery. All the put-downs that have come out of her luscious lips at my expense. My big sis is the biggest witch of all. She’s hypnotized me. She’s turned me into an automaton, her private robot with a hypnotized cock.
A tap at my door.
“Ned?”
My mother’s voice. Her voice sounds more worried than ever:
“… Ned… there’s a young lady here to see you…”
I growl through the door:
“Tell her to go away!”
I don’t know any ‘ladies’, young or old.
“… She says she really wants to see you…”
“… No…!”
“… Talk to you…”
Jesus Christ. Am I never to get any rest? It’s just another one of my mother’s tricks to get me to come out of my room and face the music.
Reluctantly I unlock the door.
“Hi, Ned.”
“Dolores!”
I can’t believe my eyes.
Dolores Smith is standing outside my bedroom door smiling at me and my mother.
“How you doin’?”
I stutter:
“… I’m… I’m…”
She’s not in her school uniform.
She’s wearing a pair of skin-tight, gold lamé pants. The gold silk’s so tight it looks as if it’s been applied to her petite butt with a glue gun. The metallic sheen’s so hot and tight it even captures her toned ass-crease. Her skinny belly looks snakier than I’ve ever seen it, undulating upwards to where a shoulder-less, lycra bandeau squashes her small, pert tits into her chest.
She grins sheepishly:
“Hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“… No… no… not at all… you aren’t disturbing me at all…”
She is disturbing me. She’s disturbing me just being here in my house, her small mouth and sharp aquiline features shiny and eager, not jeering or sneering like they usually do.
She tosses her wavy black hair.
“I was just wondering… can we talk…?”
“… Talk…?”
“Yes. There’s something I wanted to ask you.”
My mother’s beaming. I know my Mom worries about me and my moods and about me not having a girlfriend. My Mom’s delighted to have Dolores Smith in the house.
“… Erm… yeah… okay… sure…”
She pouts:
“Alone?”
I glance around. The only place we can be ‘alone’ in our house is my bedroom.
“… Yeah… sure… come in…”
Alone in my bedroom with Dolores, I shut the door but don’t lock it. I don’t want her to think even worse things about me than she’s already thinking.
Her voice drops to a sultry purr:
“So this is it?”
She sways on five-inch heels towards the sunbed stands in the middle of my room.
“… Erm… yes… this is it…”
She strokes the MegaSun7 Deluxe’s curved, glass lid.
“Cool.”
Cool? It’s a freaking apparatus from Hell. It’s devilish machine from the sick mind of a deranged science teacher. I need to get rid of the freaking thing at once, before the cops turn up at my house.
Dolores lifts the lid.
“So this is where the ‘subject’ lies while she’s having her body remodeled?”
I reach out.
“… I wouldn’t touch that if I were you…!”
She strokes the UV flexi-feelers in the underside of the lid.
“… So these come down and… it really works…?”
I shrug.
“… Sort of…”
She sashays over the the banks of computers and computer screens.
“… And this is like… where you program the subject’s body to be exactly how she wants it…?”
I mumble:
“… Exactly…”
She leans backwards against the sunbed. She balances her ass on the lid.
“Do you think I’ve got a nice body, Ned?”
I gulp.
“… Yes… yes I do…”
It’s true. I’m not lying. Dolores is super thin but she’s super thin in a svelte, snaky way that looks cool draped over the sunbed. Her breasts are even smaller than Saskia’s. Her breasts aren’t even size zero, but that only makes the way her nipples stand up, pronging her bandeau, somehow even more cutely desirable, all her succulent heat concentrated into two taut, tight tips. Her bottom is super small and petite, but you can tell the gold lamé’s glued to some well-toned heat.
She pouts:
“… Well you’re stupid then…” My mouth drops open. “… That’s typical male ignorance. I’m far too skinny. I just can’t put on weight. No matter how much I eat. I stay this stupid lean and hungry shape. I can’t stand it!”
I can’t believe what my ears are telling me. Dolores Smith, the smoking hot witch who torments me day and night with her jeering and taunting has doubts about her body?
I mumble:
“… No… no really… I think you look really nice…”
I almost confess all the lustful thoughts I’ve had about her body during the months she’s been tormenting me.
She preens:
“I’d give anything to be eighty pounds heavier.”
“… Eighty…?”
I don’t like the sound of yearning in her voice. I prefer her when she’s hard and cold and jeering.
“Yes. N-cup breasts, not these stupid pinpricks. A bootylicious butt like Saskia in that photo. Is that too much to ask?”
“… Well.. yes… no… erm…” She sashays towards me. “… I’ve always liked you, Ned…” She throws her arms around my neck. Her slim, compact body snakes against me. “… Even if I never showed it, I always really liked you…” Her lips graze mine. “… You want me to suck your cock…?”
“… Erm…”
I’ve always wanted her to suck my cock, from the first day I met her. Dolores has got small, plump lips. I’ve often dreamed of how tightly they might close round my extra thick penis.
She murmurs:
“… If I suck your cock… n you maybe… fuck me… can I have a go in your machine…?”
“… Well…”
She doesn’t wait for an answer. She slides down my body. Her nipples graze hot snail tracks through her bandeau all the way down my abs. Her hot cunt snakes down my thighs, throbs through skin-tight lamé, flickers wet heat on my kneecaps.
“… If you can make me eighty pounds bigger, Ned… I’ll do anything you want…”
I want to tell her how the machine hypnotizes its subjects, I’m even hypnotized myself, how it’s dangerous. I’ve already got one fuck doll.
I run my fingers through her silky hair. I mumble:
“… You know how long I’ve been dyin’ to fuck you, babe…”
Dolores smokes cigarettes. She has a nice, tarry laugh:
“… Mm-mmm… I know…”
She unzips my jeans. She tries to fish my cock out of my briefs but it’s too big. I’m rock-hard already. Dolores has to unbuckle my belt and drop my jeans completely to get my throbbing cock in her mouth.
She darts her tongue at my swollen piss-slit, licks up some aching pre-cum. She smiles up at me:
“Me n Sammi n Hazel had a bet about your size.”
I can’t breathe.
“… My size…?”
“… Yeah… how big you are… Hazel said small…” I’ve never liked Hazel. I’ve liked Hazel the least of the three witches. “… Sammi said medium…” Sammi can go fuck herself too. Dolores licks all the way up my pulsing length.“… I guess I win, then…”
She’s lying. She’s only buttering me up, but her lips feel too soft and sumptuous closing over my throbbing spear-head, massaging a warm moue into my swollen tip for me to care any more.
“… Mm-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”
She grips the aching ridge where my spear-head takes off from my shaft with her teeth and lavishes saliva and sumptuous spittle all over my drumming tightness with her tongue.
“… Glurg… gla-aaaaaaarg…”
A surge of ecstasy come pulsing up my rock-hard shaft. Dolores might only weigh a hundred pounds, there might not be much of her, but her teeth clamp hold of my throbbing spear-head so good and she’s tonguing so much slippery heat around I’m scared I’m going to cum. God knows what the gossip around school would be like then.
“… Glu-uuurg… gla-aaaaaaaaarg… argh-lllllllllllllllllllll…”
I grab two handfuls of silky black hair and ease her love bite down my aching shaft, her hot tongue working miracles on my throbbing thickness. I love her. Her mouth was just made for my cock, and my cock only. Her plump cupid’s-bow fills up nice and tight, nicer and nicer, tighter and tighter, choking and gagging down my pounding piston, her aquiline nose twitching, not a hope on God’s earth of getting all of me in.
“… Argh… argh… argh-llllllllllllllllllllllllllll…”
Dolores can’t breathe but she doesn’t care. Her fingers are struggling with her waistband button. She’s unzipping her jeans. Gold lamé’s peeling open. Her hand’s inside her thong, her fingers pumping knuckle-deep in and out of her wet-gash, bringing herself off.
“… Argh… argh… argh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!”
She lifts her mouth from my cock, her lips trailing streamers of gag and pre-cum.
“… Gonna fuck me, Ned… you wanta fuck my hot pussy…?”
There’s no need to answer. I’m lifting her to her feet, gold lamé peeling down over her thighs. I’m dragging elasticated lycra over her head. I’m hiding how small her tits are in my mouth. My lips batten on glossy ribcage. My teeth sink into her bud-like softness. Her taut tight nipples dance on my yearning tongue.
“… Wanta fuck my tight little pussy, big boy…?”
She’s right. It is tight. Her pussy’s tight and sopping wet. A hot clutch slithers on my fingertips, lifts her onto tiptoes, kicking her pants off.
“… Oh… oh… oh fuck…”
Another orgasm spasms her wet cunt in my palm, my fingertips searching her narrow fuck-hole, savoring how tight it is, how good it’ll feel quaking on my rock-hard cock.
“… Please… please… fuck me… I want you to fuck me…”
I always knew Dolores would be hot, even when she was dissing me and making my life a misery. She doesn’t even raise the subject of a go in my machine any more.
I cup her ass in both hands. It’s so small and girlish I can’t believe there’s so much sizzling heat pulsing out of such a petite butt. Her ass-cheeks don’t even fill my palms, but their quaking softness goes big and strong on me.
“… Yes… yes… fuck me… fuck me hard…”
I lift her off her feet. Her slim, snaky body is breath-takingly light. Her wet cunt slithers up my rock-hard stake, her juicy fuck-hole searching for my throbbing spear-head.
“… Yes… yes…”
Her legs wind round my waist. Her ankles lock in my tail-bone. Her slippery entrance slips and slides on my drumming thickness.
“… Yes… yes… fuck… oh fuck…”
Her molten gash goes into full-on rut. Her hot slit jerk and bucks on my swollen tip. I hold her there, her wet cunt pulsing helplessly on the tip of my big prong.
“… Please… please… fuck me… fuck me hard…”
She’s so light and slim and snaky I could hold her in mid air forever spasming helplessly on the tip of my rock-hard cock.
I walk her round the room, her pussy quaking on my throbbing spear-head. A jeering parakeet caw comes out my mouth:
“… ‘Oo! Here comes hunky Ned, ey… ?’ ‘Oh my God! Ned’s so-ooo spunky ey, bitch… ?‘Fancy that doink? I do not so!’, ey, you cunt…?”
She wails:
“… I’m sorry, Ned… I’m so sorry…”
“… Oh… sorry, Ned!… sorry are we now…?…”
Her wet slit jerks and bucks on my swollen tip. Dolores sure cums hot and wet and voluptuous for such a skinny little bitch.
“… Please… ple-eeeeeeeeease… cum in my hot tight cunt…”
I snarl:
“… Oh! I see! ‘Ple-eeeeeeeeese’ is it, now? ‘Please, Ned.’ ‘Give me a new body, Ned! I’m not satisfied with who I am!’”
Her hot swamp undulates on my throbbing spear-head. Her molten gash slips and slides. Her sopping pussy gets wetter and wetter, clasping and unclasping, aching for my pounding prong to impale her.
“… Yes… yes… fuck… oh fuck…”
She cums again and again. I walk her backwards against the wall. I let her twitch and spasm in helpless abandon. He slinky body’s so light and snaky she weighs nothing at all, Dolores Smith is melting full body into her tight little cunt.
“… Fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuck…!”
Whether she skewers herself or I skewer her, whether Dolores impales herself on my throbbing cock or my throbbing cock impales her, I’ll never know. All I’m aware of is a tidal wave of pleasure rising up inside me and my big prong stabbing pile-driver after savage pile-driver up into her helpless wetness and her helpless wetness going into full-on rut, spasming on my rock-hard spear-head, jerking and bucking over the brink.
“… Fuck… fu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…!”
A savage jolt and I’m pumping surge after surge of hot cum into Dolores Smith’s luscious pussy.
I eventually put her down.
At long last I lift her off the after-shocks pulsing through my ecstatic shaft.
A waterfall of hot cum streams down her inner thighs.
I find some tissues and Dolores cleans herself up. She dabs at the warm semen anointing her perky ass-cheeks.
She gives me a goofy smile. She never realized that a doink like me could fuck so good. Maybe I don’t even need to give her a go in my machine now. I know I promised, but she’s had her fun. It’s time for her to go home.
She pouts:
“You promised, Ned!”
She lifts the lid and climbs into the sunbed. I never realized a girl’s obsession with her figure could be so unstoppable.
“… I know, but…”
I’m still not wholly confident that the UVTE machine is safe. It worked on me and Saskia. But finding the return data’s so difficult. I still don’t know on which of the many millions of screens the subject’s original body data is stored. It could well be third time unlucky.
She lies on her back on the upholstery, feet, ankles and calves together, thighs pressed tightly together, arms at her sides, the mask already covering her face, a sunbed aficionado like Saskia.
“… Ple-eeeeeeease, Ned… you promised…”
I make sure the lid’s shut firmly and switch the UVTE on.
I open the computer.
A 3D Dolores hologram hovers on the screen, suspended in a mesh of grid lines and vectors, wave function axes and Feynman curves.
I touch the mouse. A curve vector descends from the toolbar onto the hologram’s tiny breasts.
I murmur:
“… N-cup, did you say…?”
“N plus! I want to feel them wobble when I walk.”
The cursor moves backwards and forwards across the hologram’s 3D chest. In the MegaSun7deLuxe, micro-feelers hum and rustle across Dolores’s real bust.
On the screen the bust grows heart-stoppingly large.
In the sunbed Dolores’s mini tits are swelling and enlarging. Her toned softness is expanding exponentially, building up weight and fullness, her erect nipples riding high on two tanned, voluptuous melons.
“… Keep still…”
A bit of work on her shoulders, chest and neck to keep things in proportion.
When her front’s ready Dolores rolls over onto her belly.
“… You sure you want a big ass…?”
“Beyoncé. Just give me Beyoncé’s.”
It’d take two or three of the original Dolores to make one Beyoncé but suddenly the ass spread out on the upholstery is even bigger and more luscious than the superstar’s, the legs more tanned tree-trunk.
I play with grid lines and asymptotes. I move the curve vector to and fro. I feel like Michelangelo, choosing what body to give Venus on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
“… Okay… that’s it…”
I switch the machine off. The feelers whir and retract. I open the lid. Dolores steps out. She looks at herself in the mirror. I hold my breath.
Her face is the same, chubbier, but the same eyes, nose, mouth, her cheeks maybe a little fuller. Her face is the same, but her body is unrecognizable.
She’s broader in the belly, thicker in the leg, a little taller, naturally enough, but I’ve definitely overdone it with her tits. Two luscious melons of tanned, naked softness quiver at the very lightest intake of breath. Her once bony cleavage is buried between two mounds of luscious wobbly flesh. Her stomach is exquisitely full and rounded, pumping powerfully. Even her pussy, under its thicket of black bush, is more swollen up and engorged.
I’m not breathing properly.
“… Turn round…”
I stop breathing altogether.
I’ve overdone it. I’ve definitely overdone it with her bottom. Two tanned, sumptuous full moons jelly on the swaying of her new Beyoncé walk. Her ass cleft goes in and in, crushed between two moving mountains of hot flesh. She’s going to kill me.
“… What do you think…?”
She takes me in her arms. Two wobbly earthquakes crush my chest. She kisses me.
“… Oh, Ned… thank you… thank you so-ooo much… it’s beautiful… it’s just what I’ve always wanted…!”
She rubs her new, engorged pussy against my cock. I try to cup her ass-cheeks in my hands. Jellying flesh overflows my helpless fingers.
“… You like it…?”
“… Oh, Ned… I love it… it’s how I’ve always dreamed of looking and feeling… it’s me.. it’s the real me… not that skinny bitch before…!”
Even her lips feeling broader, battening on my mouth.
“… I love you, Ned… I love you so much…!”
Even her pussy feels different, much softer and heavier, grinding an even wetter, more succulent heat against my cock.
“… You wanta fuck me again…?… I promise I’ll fuck you better this time…”
She does. She lays me down on my back on the bed and straddles me and fucks me with every luscious ounce of her new chunky body.
She takes her time. She puts her back into it, her heart. She gives me another three or four orgasms.
Lying in her arms afterwards a new worry assails me.
“… You and Sammi and Hazel… have you told anyone…?… about me and Saskia… ?… about me having a scene with my sister…?”
All three of them are such gossips it’s sure to be all over school already.
Dolores tousles my hair.
“… No… no… don’t worry, big fella… we haven’t breathed a word… no one knows except us four… it’s our little secret, ey…?”
I ought to feel relieved, but I don’t.
“… Secret…?”
“… Yeah… Sammi and Hazel are going to keep it a secret… they’re interested in your sunbed too…”
I get this sinking feeling in my stomach. The sinking feeling makes me anxious. Anxiety makes me seek oblivion in Dolores’s new, chunky body.
Dolores sucks my cock back to a rock-hard condition. It doesn’t take long. I pin her down on the bed, all hundred and eighty pounds of her, and fuck her stupid.
While we’re making out, a call comes in on my cell phone.
It’s Tony Sckilacchi.
“Hey, Ned! We’re ready to rock! I got it all set up! I’m bringing the stuff over to your place now!”
“… Stuff… ?… what stuff…?”
“The whips n riding crops and paddles n stuff. The chains n nipple clamps, man. For Saskia. We’re ready to rumble!”
The sinking feeling in my stomach sinks even deeper.
“… Yeah well…”
Dolores is cleaning herself up with some tissues.
“I figured we’d better do it at your place, man. We need the machine to change Saskia into somethin’ nice and whippable, ey? Then change her back to her supermodel self afterwards, yeah?”
“… Look… I’m not sure if this is such a good idea, Tony…”
“A good idea? It’s a brilliant idea, Ned my man.”
He rings off.
Dolores has finished cleaning herself up. She’s unzipping her rucksack.
She removes an XXL pair of jeans and an extra large T-shirt from the rucksack. I say:
“… What are you doing…?… you’ve had your bigger body experience… you know what it feels like to be a two-hundred-pounder now… it’s time to change back to how you were before…”
Dolores shrieks with laughter:
“How I was before? Be skinny again?”
Like it’s the most ridiculous idea she’s ever heard. She looks her big, fat, voluptuous body up and down.
“This is perfect, man. I aint goin’ back to how I was before!”
I’m dropping though the bottom of my stomach. The sinking feeling turns to a helpless plummeting sensation.
“… But… but… you’ve got to… people will see… everyone will know…!”
She shrugs.
“… Who cares? I want them to know! I want everyone to see. This is the real me now, Ned. I aint goin’ back to how I was before…!”