This is the second part of the Day Tucker Became His Sister. Thank you Roxy Rack and Stacy Realdoll for actually liking my worst work ever. As for those of you who didn't like it I'm not going to thank you for your advice because I didn't need it. The last part was just an attempt to quickly get a story onto Fictionmania and I didn't spend very much time on it. This time I'm going to actually write and you will be amazed by it. I will eventually go back and edit the last one to get it up to par with this one. I apologize for the last one and I hope you enjoy this one.

 

The Day Tucker Became His Sister

by Wolverine

Part II

 

Tucker woke up in his bed in the middle of the night. Something didn't feel right. His body...he had hips! Something tickled his ear.

"No, I'm changing. I must've slept into it. Dammit! I didn't even get back to being me!" Wait. What was he saying? This was his body! He shouldn't have to share time.

Tucker channeled his anger into a hammer and swung it at the force taking control. It didn't even phase it. Something wasn't right about the entity either. It wasn't Whitney. It felt like...

Tucker rushed to the restroom. He stared at himself in the mirror. He knew immediately who it was. It sent terror running through his body.

"Oh god no! Not her! Not Mom!" he screamed, but it was too late. Sherry's figure had already emerged. Tucker's hair had fluffed into the shaggy hair of his mother. He felt a pain in his crotch. He felt his newly formed vagina loosen. Memories of child -birth rushed into his brain. Tucker didn't care though. His eyes were fixed onto the face that was now warped fully into his mother. His enlarged nipples brushed against his shirt as his chest pushed out, sending a rush of pleasure through his body. His nipples grew hard. Tucker's mind was too shocked and he didn't put up any resistance. The age poured on and Sherry's mind took control rapidly.

"Huh? Where am I? How'd I get in the bathroom?" Sherry exclaimed as she tried to get what was happening. She looked down at her clothes.

"What am I wearing? Tucker's clothes? Why?" Tucker had been fully bent into his mother. "Sherry" scratched her head in confusion. This was very confusing. The last thing she remembered was...she didn't know the last thing she remembered. Her nipples were hard though.

"Sherry" almost forgot that she was in the bathroom wearing Tucker's clothes. The thought moved to the back of her mind. She decided that she'd go get dressed and invite Wes to the pool. They could fuck there.

"Sherry" headed out of the bathroom and walked toward her and Wes's room. Strange sexual sounds were coming from the room. It sounded like two women.

"What the Hell? Whose having sex in our room? And where's Wes?" asked "Sherry" asked. She swung open the door and gasped as she saw herself, with a strap-on dildo, fucking Whitney. A sensation of pleasure shot through "Sherry". She felt a slight tugging in her chest and looked down. Her breasts were growing! What was going on?!

Sherry/Tucker brought her hand to her mouth. It didn't feel right though. It felt...younger. Sherry/Tucker looked at her hand. It had become younger. A groan uncontrollably escaped as her skin became smooth all over her body. It was starting to feel real good!

For some reason, "Sherry" was starting to get deja vu, but it didn't matter, this was good! Her hips enlarged, giiving her a large ass that resembled Whitney's. Her blonde hair curled and she giggled. This was funny! She hurried to the bathroom. She had an extreme craving for sex. "Sherry" ripped off her clothes as she entered the bathroom. She turned towrds the mirror. Her body had become much sexier. It was almost Whitney's!

Her breasts weren't the same size as Whitney's, but they had reached a midway point between her C-cup and Whitney's D. Burning spread into "Sherry"'s face. Her face twisted into a hybrid of her and Whitney. This was making her horny.

"Sherry" was almost a complete bimbo by now, and no real relevant thoughts went through her head. The last of her restraints faded and she fell to the ground in sexual heaven.

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Tucker awoke three hours later. His head throbbed. For some reason his penis was hard. Then the memories of being Terry hit him. She was worse than Whitney. At least Whitney had some sort of relevant thoughts from time to time. Terry was a mindless nymphomaniac. Tucker felt sorry for his real sister and mom, who were now in the same hell he had just escaped from.

"Good, you're awake. I've been waiting for you to wake up," said Whitney's voice.

"What happened?"

"Oh, it seems some of Mom's actual persona made it into you when you had sex. It mixed with me and your sex drive to form that wonderful sex machine we became."

"Is she gone?"

"Fortunately, no. We'll become her again over and over again. It'll be great. She has an amazing sex drive."

"I'm jumping with joy."

"Cheer up little brother. You get a break today. I'm not going to take over for at least 8 hours, so you're free. It'll give you time to decide."

"Decide what?"

"Who you're going to pick to be the permanent resident of this body."

"What?"

"Well me or Terry will eventually take over for good, but I have a feeling it's going to be Terry that beats me. The only way I have a shot a gaining control is if you freely give up to one of us."

"I'll never give in to you or Terry willingly."

"You're going to have to or be Terry forever."

"No! I don't believe you."

"Believe me or not Im getting you to give in willingly at some point."

"I doubt that."

"Well, since being Terry wasn't much of a motivation, we'll find alternative means of motivation." Tucker felt his body move without his control. He walked to the room with Whitney and Sherry.

"What're you going to do, make me fuck them until I give in. It'll be you piloting, so it won't hurt me."

"No, no, no. That's not my plan at all. Let's see how they really feel underneath their new selves." Tucker felt his hand wave and "Whitney" approached. She reeked of sex and sweat. A lusty look was in her eyes. Suddenly focus came back into them. She screamed.

"Mom? Is that you?" "Whitney" locked eyes with him.

"Yes. Ahh. Please help me. This mind. It's so painful! Urges are running through me. I can barely keep myself from having sex with you. It would be so simple, just to fuck. He very handsome. Me want fuck! No! I have to fight! Please Tucker help me." The focus started to fade. Lust started flowing back into her eyes. Tucker's hand waved again and she went back to fucking "Sherry". Tucker's hand moved again. "Sherry" got up and approached Tucker. The lust faded and Whitney was able to talk.

"Help me. It's like Mom's mind, but it isn't at the same time. My pussy! Oh god! It burns!" Whitney faded back into her nympho self. Tucker strolled uncontrollably back into the hallway. He finally gained control of his body again.

"Let them go!"

"No. You give me full control and then they are free."

"No."

"Okay. Have it your way. I'm tempted to take over right now and force you to have sex til I feel better, but I'm going to forget this for now. Instead I'll tell you a story."

"About what?"

"Where I'm from, of course. I told you I'm part genetic, part curse."

"Right."

"Okay, well, here's why you turn into me. Underneath this house, there is a great and powerful entity. It has no form. Once this power was a woman. This woman had special powers allowing her to make the nicest girl into a slutty tramp with nothing with sex on her mind. She also could not get enough sex. The locals here thought she was a threat and planned to rid themselves of her. They killed her and buried her deep underground.'

"So you're her possessing my body in the form of Whitney?"

"Not quite, let me finish. The executioner and the two men were her final "victims". First, the two men that buried her were somehow hit by her powers after her death. The night she was buried, they transformed into complete sluts. The new sluts felt the need for revenge passed on from their creator and murdered their wives. The executioner received the greatest gift of all though. When he killed the woman, her essence escaped into him. Slowly, over the course of the night, the man became the woman. He foolishly fought her, but her force was of course too strong and he totally became her in mind and body. Her revenge was almost complete. After possessing the body of the man that killed her and turning his male mind into a sex-starved slut, the woman turned his wife into one of her minions. She started a whorehouse in the same house the man lived in."

"So what happened to her?"

"Well, soon a psychic figured out what happened and exorcised the woman. He sealed the essence deep below the ground. This house was built over it and the essence has been calling out to find a new body. It soon gave up trying to contact someone and decided to try and make a minion with some intelligence. Its powers had been greatly diminished, so an already existing form had to be found inside some one and the essence could fill in the rest. It chose you. The genetic blueprint for your sister was found deep in your DNA. It waited until you were in the midst of puberty to make the the changes easier to enduce. That's where I come in. I'm the minion that the essence created. I scout out new talent. I tried your mom and sister, but the essence couldn't shape their bodies beyond each other. I also tried those boys at school, but they didn't fit either, so I had to kill them to cover it up. The sex I had gave energy back to the essence though, so now its almost back to full power. It's almost ready to get its new host."

"Who?"

"That's where Patrick comes in. The essence will need a sexual partner when she takes over. Patrick will be that partner. I'll just find someone that Patrick loves or the essence will turn someone into somebody Patrick loves."

"I won't let you."

"Your mind already named the person to be changed. Laura."

"No, leave Laura alone!"

"Too late. I told you the essence was almost back to full strength. Well, now I can become other forms than your sister. That's a good one right there. Patrick won't be able to say no to this body. I'm gonna miss being this way. Now I'll be all preppy. here we go!"

"Wait!" It was too late, the transformation started. Tucker grabbed his sides. His whole body burned like fire. Soon he felt hairs tickling the back of his neck. By what he could see it had become almost bleach blonde. he heard pops in his waist and his hips pushed outward rapidly. Tucker giggled. His nipples brushed against his shirt sending pleasure through him. Pressure built in his chest. His chest basically exploded to a C-cup. His face burned. Tucker's eyebrows raised. His skin became softer. His eyes stretched to the sides and his lips pushed out, giving him an exotic look. Finally his nose shrunk. He was now the spitting image of Christina Aguilera. As "Christina" lost the last of Tucker's male parts and her breasts reached full size she groaned. The new girl looked over her body, shredding her clothes for a good look. Her vagina was irrestible. After giving herself an orgasm, she got dressed. She wore a bikini top and Daisy Duke shorts. She wanted to look her best for Patrick of course.

 

To be Concluded...

  

  

  

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