Brian stared at the pink orb in front of him, pinching the tiny thing between his thumb and forefinger. "You want me to swallow this?" the eighteen year old asked, after a moment.
"Yes, Mr. Daniels, that is exactly what we want," smiled the woman who had introduced herself as Sally, leaning over the table a little bit to show off her cleavage. Brian swallowed, the pill sliding down his throat on automatic as he did his best not to stare at the brown locks floating on her cleavage as she absentmindedly dusted them off.
going to tell me the effects now?" he asked, after a moment, wrenching his eyes upward to meet her crystalline blue ones. They sparkled a little, as she smiled.
"The test trials you have agreed to represent a rather
large interest our firm has, regarding a contract we hold with the Djin world. This is our latest endeavor, the maturation of which you are to be responsible for,"
"And I get five hundred bucks, right?" he asked, nervously. He didn't like the idea of doing this, but with college a year away, he was saving while he could.
"That is our part of the agreement, yes," she smiled, bringing his attention back to her and her breasts. He blushed when she raised an eyebrow, tearing his eyes back up again. "You should be feeling a tingle?" she remarked.
Brian nodded, scratching at his chest, and holding back a moan as a ripple of pleasure passed through him. His fingers touched the suddenly over-sensitive nipple, bringing out another moan as the pleasure built, an indefinable pressure going on behind it. "I
"The clearly stated list of side effects in your contract includes pleasure that may range from light to orgasmic."
"Orgasmic?" squeaked Brian, his voice cracking a little as the pressure in his chest built. He couldn't hold back the moan as he felt it burst like a bubble inside of him, his shirt pressing outward as newly formed breasts spilt out. He gasped, feeling the tight cloth rub against them as he panted, his hand pressed against the table as he opened his mouth to speak.
Another groan shoved its way out in place of words, Brian's breasts smacking the table as his arm buckled. He watched it slenderize in shock, the body hair disappearing as his other arm continued the process. He could feel his legs doing the same beneath the table, the pants constricting around his flesh. The crotch began to ride up as his butt plushed out, pushing his manhood inside him to the accompaniment of his moans.
"Help," he managed, staring up at the smiling Sally, as his testes slid up inside, rising within his shifting stomach to become ovaries.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Daniels," she said. "but you did sign a contract."
The new girl could only stare at her, for a moment, the last changes spreading through her as her hair rippled to the floor, the brown locks turning blonde as her newly lengthened lashes blinked. She opened her mouth as the pleasure dissipated, only to groan yet again as another burst came free. She felt her already strained shirt burst free, as her breasts swelled once more. She could only stare at the drop of milk sliding from her nipple, blushing a little as she began to furiously shake her head.
"Coffee?" asked Sally, walking around the weeping girl. "or would that be a bad idea in your
Briana could only shake her head, the ripped cloth already knitting itself back to gather above her breasts, the thin cloth turning pink as the words, "Baby Momma," appeared.
Sally glanced at her victim over the mug, smiling a little as she took in the words. "It would seem your baby has a sense of humor. You should be happy that she's trying to cheer you up."
Briana just shook her head some more, the blonde hair now stylized with highlights and ruffles as it flew back and forth. She could feel her belly push outward, another moan rushing through her lips as the shirt shrank to make room for it. The pants flowing melding into a quickly shortening skirt as the pressure of her belly pushed her away from the table. She felt her boxers turn to panties, tightening against her groin and making her cry all the louder.
"Stop being some a cry baby, Briana," sighed Sally. "It's not like this is permanent."
"I can't help it," whined the girl. "My body's not
? Quicker effects then normal, then," muttered Sally, taking notes. "Sounds promising."
you said it's not permanent?" asked the mother-to-be, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Of course not," soothed the women. "Ninety nine percent of the time, anyway; Now, let me just check you over, so we can finish up here." she smiled, pressing a small stomach against Briana's stomach.
Her eyes prickled with tears as she felt it pinch her belly, lighting up. Sally "shh"ed, her, gently patting her belly in a way that made her suddenly furious, a feeling quickly replaced by misery.
" whispered Sally. "Fifty percent genie, thirty percent human, five percent draconian, seven percent angel, and seven percent demon
Oh, and one percent ghostly essence."
"Wh-what?" squeaked Briana.
"You're baby," muttered Sally. "Those are her genetics. Power based, however
one hundred percent genie," she sighed. "Another failure, I'm afraid - we were certain the addition of a male carrier would do it, too
I don't know where we're going to get celestial DNA again." she stood, her breasts bouncing up and down in a way Briana couldn't seem to find attractive. "You're free to leave, now. Have fun raising your daughter."
"My daughter?!" she squeaked.
"Or son, but the majority of the DNA was female. It's quite likely she will chose that gender as her main form."
"You'll want to limit your wishes in her presence, since she won't be able to help granting them, no matter how terrible they are," continued Sally, unperturbed. "But I do suggest wishing yourself male again, before she grows too attached to having a female in her life. We may perform a check up, but in the meantime you should be pleased to note that we have set up Briana's identity."
"S-set up?" she whispered.
"Yes, you're Brian Daniels's sister, and the mother of one Jean Daniels. You recently moved into your brothers house, with your daughter, but spend the majority of your time away at college. You are available for conferences at the high school, which your daughter attends. You are naturally young looking, and use some rejuvenation spells besides, putting your true age at thirty six - you got married young, but the marriage didn't work out. All of this will be emailed to you - do try not to forget it," she smiled, helping Briana to her knees. "You may occasionally need to reassume the persona."
"But -" the hapless woman tried again.
"Goodbye, Briana," smiled Sally, pushing Briana out the door with a smile. "You'll want to hurry home, to give birth."
Briana whimpered outside, wishing she had someone to talk to. Living on her own no longer sounded quite as appealing as when her mother had first decided to go off to Vegas. She wiped her eyes a little, pushing into the car and groaning when her belly caught, pushing the chair back and doing her best not to cry at the pain. The way home was fairly uneventful, other than the consistent sobbing, and she was walking up to her own house within half an hour.
Her legs wobbled as she opened the door, a familiar pleasure filtering through her body as she began to cry. She pushed the door closed with a slam, falling to the floor as the pleasure intensified. She watched her stomach lesson, her breasts tingling a little as the milk drained from them, making her gasp. Pink smoke emanated from her skirt, the pressure forcing her panties down as her uterus emptied itself.
The smoke danced in front of her eyes, for a moment, before solidifying. Arms stretched out around her, making her flinch as the slender things hugged her against the fog. Breasts pressed out, pushing into her face as she felt the tickle of blonde hair. The entity parted a moment later, the blonde eighteen year old blinking her blue eyes at the flabbergasted Briana. She smiled shyly, her breasts straining against the purple harem's outfit as she leaned forward.
"Hey mom," she whispered
"Hey mom," whispered Jean, blinking in confusion when Briana practically fell backwards. "Are
" muttered her mother, gulping.
"Inside of you? Uh-huh. It was sorta cramped, but I didn't want to make you too uncomfortable by spreading out. Took me forever to take in all that information in your brain, too. Figures I'd get a smart mom," she grinned.
genie?" whispered her mother.
"That's what they tell me," she grinned. "I'm just glad I got to keep the genetic guide, being a
ugh. I don't even wanna know what they were doing, giving me this genetic mess. What the hell were they trying to do, give me an identity crisis?" she paused. "No, I think they already did that."
how old are you?" managed Briana, after a moment.
Jean thought for a second. "About thirty seconds." She flashed her mother a grin. "We genies are smoke based - we come out with all her mom's knowledge, and take whatever the hell form we please. Let me tell ya, though, you have got a lotta curses up there
Do people really talk like that?"
" Briana gulped, staring at Jean until the girl felt vaguely uncomfortable. "You're my daughter?" she whispered, at last.
"Uh-huh," smiled Jean, lifting her up for another hug. "The best you'll ever have, too - unless you think your next is going to grant every wish you have?" she paused, suddenly a nervous little girl looking at her mother. "That
that'll make you happy, right? Mom's like getting presents, right?"
"Can you turn me back into a guy?" asked Briana.
Jean made a face. "Why would you wanna be a guy, mom? Wouldn't you rather just be a girl? Maybe find me a nice male dad?" she offered. "Something like this?" her breasts sank into her chest as broadened, the arms gaining strength as her manhood pressed against the sheer cloth of his harem outfit.
The boy's mother blushed, turning her head away and refusing to look. "Do you
do you have to wear that outfit?" she muttered.
"I thought that's what genies wore," he asked confused. "It was in your head."
"Well, you can just wear a skirt. After you're back in your
"I don't have a form," grinned Jean, making Briana squeak as her heart began to beam. "I told you, we're smoke based - I look however I want." His chest thinned as his manhood disappeared, Jean's breasts reappearing as she slowly shifted back to her first form with a sigh. "But I do like this form a lot," she smiled. "It makes us look like sisters, don't you think, mom?"
"Please?' asked Briana, instead of answering. "Can I be a guy again?"
A look of loss flashed over Jean's face for a moment, quickly replaced with a grin. "Sure mom," she said, not bothering with a transition this time around as her mother's feminine form turned back to male; changing reality one step at a time was too much work, anyway. "If it'll make you happy."
Brian nodded, blushing as his daughter hugged him.
"But you're still my mom," she added in a whisper, biting her lip as she felt Brian tense.
"Yeah," he whispered, after a moment. "I'm still your mom."