Rolling in the Carvan

Slut Swap

Panting heavily, Ashton peered through the under-growth in fear and watched as Danny the bully kicked and punched her older brother Matty. Watching unobserved - the innocent girl felt twin emotions of shame and anger as she watched Matty beg for mercy. She felt shame because she was too small and little to stand up to the older kid and help her brother - but she also felt anger that Matty was such a wuss and unable to stand up for himself anyway.  She’d only just got away in time when he had called for her to run, and now she was helpless to watch as he was beaten up.

Crawling closer to the verge, her eye was caught by something shiny in the grass. Frowning she reached forward and picked up a glinting coin. Ashton turned it, shining in the light, seeing how it seemed to distort the air around it and for a moment she forgot the entire situation.

Then suddenly she felt fingers in her hair and long nails scratching her head as with a yelp she was dragged out of the bushes and hurled to the ground. ”What do we have here?” sneered Marsha, Danny’s slutty girlfriend as she loomed over Ashton and her pretty pink lips twisted into an evil sneer. Lighting a cigarette she took a drag and shook back her long black hair.  “A pathetic little girl with no one to help her. You gonna stop my boyfriend beating your big brother to a pulp?  I don’t think so.”

Ashton felt herself snap. “You horrible bully, if I was older I’d stop you.  I wish I was your age.  I wish I was the bully and you were the little girl, then you’d know what it felt like to be pushed around.”   Ashton gasped as the coin in her hand vanished with a pop and she felt a sudden strange tingling all over her body.

Laughing cruelly, Marsha grabbed Ashton by her hair and dragged her over to where Danny was kicking Matty.  

“No… let my little sister go!” shouted Matty in despair as Ashton was thrown down next to him and the two bullies loomed over them.  Danny was about to do something mean, when he noticed that his girlfriend seemed to be struggling.

“Fuck… I don’t feel so good,” grunted Marsha, loosening her leather jacket and throwing it to the floor.  “In fact, I feel really weird.”

“What the hell is the matter with you?” snarled Danny as his sexy bad girl girlfriend bent over and coughed like she wanted to vomit.  She was clutching her stomach in pain, her clothes obviously too loose on her body and as the amazed group watched on - her long sexy hair reformed into cute pigtails and turned a boring brown.  Next her heavy makeup and piercings vanished as her face grew younger and more innocent looking, the once sexy clothing she was wearing now hanging on an skinny frame.  “Help! What’s happening to me?” she screeched as her big boobies (the ones she was so proud of) started to shrink and deflate and she began to grow smaller.

“Ashton… no… what’s happening to you?” gasped Matty as he saw his sister was writhing and groaning on the ground next to him.  She was swelling and growing as Marsha shrank, her clothing ripping and tearing as she turned onto her front and began crawling towards the struggling Marsha.  The two boys looked on in shocked horror as Ashton reached Marsha and grabbing her legs pulled the older girl down to the ground.  Climbing on top of her and laughing manically Ashton groaned as she raised her hands above her head and Marsha’s clothing began to magically rip from her body and float towards the younger girl.

“No!  Give me back my clothes,” screamed Marsha in a petulant young girls voice as her tight black clothing tore from her body and began to wrap around Ashton and the younger girls slid off onto her.

“Mmmh yes, come to Momma, give it all to me!” moaned Ashton as black latex gloves slid onto her hands; tight black zip-up leather pants slid over her legs and a black latex bikini wrapped around her under-developed chest.  Marsha’s shoes lifted from her feet, her six inch heels sliding easily onto Ashton’s small feet as Marsha squeaked in fear and grew smaller and smaller still.  With a slithering clatter, a metal belt slid around Ashton’s waist to complete the clothing exchange

Standing up in the loose fitting clothing, Ashton grinned and then throwing back her head let out a moan of pure pleasure.  With a swelling sound, her chest began to inflate as she began to fill out the baggy clothing… her ass firming up and out and her short hair lengthening into silky black locks.

Marsha’s discard handbag snapped open and makeup shot out - it blurred around Ashton’s face coating her lips in dark sexy red and giving her a slutty appearance as with a crack her hips widened and she finished aging into a horny bitch.

On the ground, tiny little Marsha squeaked in fear as Ashton picked up the dropped cigarette and took a deep drag with an ‘aaaaaah’ of pleasure.  Everyone was now boggling at the busty girl like they had gone mad, as reality flailed about and tried to settle down.

“Mmmmh, this feels so much better than being a little girl.  I can’t believe how small and pathetic I used to be.  Just like you are now Marsha,” sneered the hot eighteen year old as she admired her sexy body and looked at Danny.  “Oooh I’m a big girl now little brother and I’m such a fucking nasty bitch.  Whatever magic changed me has made me into a foul mouthed, horny whore and I intend to enjoy every moment.  Too bad you’ll never get to know how good this feels.”

Reality suddenly found a way to cope.  With a shimmer the world changed and little Marsha was suddenly Ashton and Matty’s little sister.  Ashton was now the oldest and she snarled at her two geeky siblings causing them to run away and scream in fear.

Looking around Ashton smiled at Danny and her hands went to his pants.  She wanted that cock inside her right now and she couldn’t wait to feel the first jets of his spunk making her into the naughty slut she wanted to be now forever.  “Forget about my boring siblings, we have things to do… and I can always tell them about it later just to upset them…”

Out With The Old

Sharing a room with your twin sister really sucked, but at least Brandon was slightly bigger and stronger than Shelly so he got to push her around. But one day after being particularly mean to her, and pulling the head off her new fashion doll, Brandon found himself in a confrontation he would never forget and would always regret.

Crying over the broken blonde doll, Shelly stamped her foot in frustration and screamed in despair, ‘I wish I was bigger than you and I could get my own back!’

On the floor the broken blonde doll suddenly glowed pink and Shelly gasped as her skin tingled. Brandon watched in horror as his sister started to age - advancing rapidly into puberty. It was like watching a slow motion video suddenly speeding up, as she grew taller, her clothes ripping to hang in rags over her body and her face becoming more grown up and adult. Female curves began to kick in and a small pair of budding breasts pushed out of her chest as she reached sixteen years old and spots came and went over her greasy skin.

Her complexion cleared, her breasts grew a little larger and soon a skinny looking woman just on the verge of full adulthood stood in front of Brandon. Shelly was now eighteen and the age changes were slowing down, but the dolls work wasn’t quite done. She now looked like a plain but normal girl - but this was a magic fashion doll and it had plans for her.

Shelly gasped as her shredded clothes reformed into a scandalously short black mini-skirt with a deeply plunging cleavage line and cut outs at the waist. Her tiny sandals grew into six inch heels and she sqawked as she was pushed tottering up into the air. Bitchy gold earrings spilled from her ears as they became pierced and invisible below her dress, a piercing popped into her belly button too.

Shelly’s face looked surprised for a moment as her eyebrows plucked themselves into two arched lines and her eyelashes extended nearly an inch - immediately coated in thick black mascara. Pink lip gloss oozed over her lips as her skin darkened and tanned and a thick layer of foundation caked her skin.

Shelly gasped as her waist crunched in and her ass pushed out, her already short skirt rising another few centimetres as her butt inflated and her panties came just on show. She groaned as her nipples ached and cupping her chest she felt her boobs growing bigger and bigger as they inflated and filled with silicone, leaving her with fake looking DD tits pushed right up and out into the face of anyone who was watching.

Shelly’s body hair all dropped out leaving her completely waxed as her fingernails extended into sexy French-tips and her toenails became carefully manicured. The changes now complete she blinked for a moment, checking out her new body then suddenly she giggled.

“Ooooh like I think these changes are mental as well as physical. I’m all grown up now baby brother and don’t I look pretty?”

The new bimbo began to laugh as she began pulling Brandon’s toys from the shelf and began hurling them into a basket ready to throw away.

“All this crap is gonna go so I have room for my clothes and shoes. Sorry little brother but this is gonna be my boudoir.”

Brandon was gonna wish he had never picked on his sister- the new Shelly was such a bitch. Soon he was sent packing to the spare room so Shelly could have her own room and fill it with her materialistic possessions. Meanwhile she enjoyed the life of a teasing, bimbo slut - especially once she discovered just how easy guys were to manipulate. She also found out that bimbo whores like her have a much more interesting selection of toys to choose from when they want to play with themselves… and she enjoyed imagining her brother listening to her next door as she moaned and screamed above the buzzing each night.