Alex found a missent package, probably left behind on his walkway by some soon-to-be-fired delivery guy. He glanced around and walked inside his familyâs house and up to his room to see what was inside.
He found what looked like a toy gun with a few pages of hand written instructions and some cables. Alex, a CS student at the local college, realized after a few minutes of research and skimming the code, that this might just work. It certainly sounded insane, but all he had to do was adjust a few variables, and in theory, the gun would try and make the target fit the requested settings.
At least, in theory. He would have to see it for himself. Alex lived at home, commuting for an hour to college, and had a teenage sister still in high school. Jane. She was a bit of a tomboy, with red hair, Usually dressed to hide if she had any curves, and not really interested in anything he found interesting. Alex figured that it wouldnât hurt doing just a small test. At least, until he found all the keywords.
This gun apparently had been used to fulfill peopleâs sexual fantasies, so most of the default settings were stereotypical things like schoolgirl, blonde bimbo, horny cheerleader, etc. etc. Alex sighed as he gave in to the premise, putting in ârpg gamer + punk minxâ as the desired stereotypes. At least it should be fun to see if she became a hot nerd he could talk tabletop gaming with. He also buffed the âadjust realityâ variable from 1 to 2, which would risk changing his personal reality, but it would keep him aware of any changes. It would be trouble if anyone connected to the government realized something weird was going on in his neighborhood.
Finding an unchecked submenu for âother changes,â Alex blinked and pulled a hand through his auburn hair as he got a bad, wicked idea. He added âtarget kink: incestâ and, after a few moments of hesitation, he added âadoptedâ to the tag. He figured it was better to be safe than sorry, even though if it actually did work, it wouldnât take him many minutes to undo anything he had done.
Figuring heâd tinkered enough with the settings, Alex went downstairs with the gun hidden in a paper bag, the muzzle poking out of a hole in the bottom. He found Jane sitting in the couch with her back turned against him, watching tv.
He aimed the gun at her, pulled the trigger, causing it to make a weird sound. His sister her head against him, giving him a confused look before reality began warping in front of his eyes.
A wicked smile grew on his sisterâs face as her hair darkened to a more fiery red, her lips perked up and gained a layer of black lipstick, contrasted by her now even paler skin. A freckle-covering foundation of make-up on her face gave her face a porcelain sheen. This new version of Jane certainly seemed more interested in looking good than the old one.
âHey bro,â she crooned as she stretched her arms into the air, her fingers growing french nails, and her sweater fading from white cotton to something black and sheer, revealing her braless chest and nipples. She aged a few years, her hands reaching a few inches further into the air, making her about his age, and much curvier. It seemed her new version spent a lot of time keeping her body in shape.
She got up and stepped out of the sofa, revealing she was only wearing a thong, taking a whirl to show off her jiggling rear before moving over to him, wrapping her hands around his waist and pressing her breasts against his chest. Four red letters had appeared on her shirt, spelling âEvil.â she smirked as she leaned in for a kiss.
Alex was surprised his body didnât resist, even when she rubbed her crotch against his thigh. Vague memories of less and more intimate encounters with Jane began rising from the depths of his memory, bringing a mixed feeling of arousal and confusion
âIâm looking forward to the game this night. I suspect our friends will love interrogating the succubus theyâve captured,â She said, as Alex remembered she GMs a game. Well, between various acts of lewd sex with him or some of his friends. He groaned at the new memories as she slid a hand down his trousers and gave his dick a quick squeeze. âI think sheâll be hard to break, might need to be filled up in all her holes,â she smirked as she untangled herself from him, ruffling his dark hair.
Jane looked down at her underwear. âOh, these are the wrong ones,â she harumphed as she began pulling down the panties, back turned against Alex and giving him a clear view of her shaved sex as she bent over to pull them off. Some muscle memory in Alex wanted to go over and grab hold of her hips, but he managed to stop himself.
âYou keep these,â she smiled and tossed the crumpled underwear for Alex to catch, âto get you in mood for some demon interrogation,â she said as she gestured he should smell them, before leaning back against a wall, getting into character posing, giving him the finger and letting her tongue loll out of her mouth. âYouâll never make me talk,â she challenged and moaned before bouncing off to her room.
Alex instinctually lifted up the underwear before he shook his head. The gun worked! But this was too weird. He put the panties into a pocket, sensing that they were moist, and picked up the paper bag with the gun. Heâd left it on a table next to the doorway when reality began to shift. He skipped quickly to his room and began tinkering with the settings. The âRPG gamer + punk minxâ was too extreme. He searched through the vocabulary for something less extreme, and decided âfashion bombshellâ would be a better compromise.
He didnât change the other settings, figuring that removing the minx might reduce the promiscuousness of Jane. He walked back downstairs with the gun in a bag, looking around for where Jane could have gone. Once again he walked past the living room, finding her back turned against him. Alex aimed and fired again, but, too late and to his horror, he realized it was not his sister.
It was his mother, Marie. She turned her head, her hair the same new red as Jane, with confusion in her eyes before calming down, giving him a hungry smile as her lips perked up, her age quickly regressing from her late forties to mid thirties. She got up as her jeans and blouse merged together and faded over to a light red color, the top shrinking and revealing her arms and shoulders, the pants morphing over to a synthetic fabric, tight and form-fitting. Her pale skin gained a healthy tan as her breasts began inflating. The former blouse split between her breasts as her bra broke apart and morphed into a strap sliding between her breasts from her throat to her belly gaining the same color as the rest of her top.
âOh, youâre home,â she smiled and walked over to him, wrapping her hands around him, giving him a deep kiss. âI hope school isnât too hard on you.â
âErm, no,â Alex coughed, wondering if his throat was getting a bit sore. A small problem compared to the situation heâd gotten himself into. He glanced sideways and noticed the house seemed... bigger and more affluent than before.
âI wonât keep you, then,â she said as she turned in his embrace, putting his hand onto her belly, her firm rear pressing up against his crotch. âYour sister probably wants you to join her soon.â
âI do,â a voice said from behind Alex as a pair of hands wrapped around him from behind. âThe game is about to start up, and we need to warm up,â Jane giggled and bit Alex playfully in the neck. Sheâd found a pair of black leather micro skirt and suspended stockings, but Alex could guess the black straps poking out the skirt were related to some easily-accessible lingerie. âBut mom, we should tell him.â
âTell me what?â Alex queried, confused and aroused at the mix of memories slowly filling his mind. A sideways glance into a mirror made it apparent that he was much more muscular than before, his skin naturally tan, mediterranean, his hair black as night, and his face barely recognizable. Memories of a different life and an adoption began creeping into his consciousness, a charming father arranging for one of his bastard sons to be adopted into a family not exactly known for their piety, making money on fashion and other luxuries of life.
âYouâre going to be a father,â Marie whispered and pressed his hand against her belly.
âFor both of us,â Jane giggled and hugged him closer. âMom got to you first, but I knew she was on to something,â she crooned. âBut Iâm pregnant as well now, so there will be no holding back tonight,â she giggled as the gate buzzer rang. âOh, the gang's all here,â Jane hummed as she ran off to welcome the guests.
Alex stood dumbfounded, rubbing his now surrogate motherâs belly for a minute before excusing himself, kissing her deeply as new memories took control of his behavior. Nobody noticed, but the gun had disappeared while Alex was distracted by his new situation, and the instructions and the software had vanished without a trace when he went to look for it.
Not that Alex had many complaints about his new situation. He only wished he could remove the awkward memories of his former life.
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