Artwork by Rasukaru Tony, age 12, and Cindy, age 14—two youths with their sights on the future, much to Mom’s dismay. She arrived home yet again to find one of her troublemakers, Tony, stacking boxes on chairs to find their way into the liquor cabinet. Cindy was supposed to be the responsible one, Mom often leaving her in charge of watching Tony while she made short errand runs. However, she was starting to grow more suspicious about Cindy, feeling that she might be encouraging Tony to act out some of his wild ideas similar to the one he had just been caught in. After all, both Cindy and Tony were obsessed with becoming adults.

Mom was at her wit’s end. Both of her rascals desperately wished to imitate everything their parents did and it was becoming harder and harder to quell their curiosity. She leaned exhausted against the kitchen counter after separating Tony from his tower of boxes, the bag she was carrying falling on its side and spilling out a curious item that caught the siblings’ attention.

“First, Tony, you can not! I repeat, not ever do that again!” Mom said with a frantic tone. “That is dangerous! I don’t… what am I going to do with you two!?”

“We’re sorry mom.” Cindy said. Mom wasn’t falling for it anymore.

“I know you were behind this too Cindy, don’t play dumb.” She scolded, crossing her arms in disappointment. “I have no choice. I’m going to get a babysitter for you two.”

“What!? No! We are too old for one!” Tony shouted.

“Oh ho, you think do you? You can’t even follow simple instructions. You cannot be trusted to behave by yourselves.” Mom’s eyes scanned over towards Cindy. “And I know I can’t trust Cindy anymore. I’m sorry but—hey!”

Mom smacked Tony’s hand away, which was starting to grab at the package that had fallen out of her bag.

“That is not for you! That’s for me and your father… who I wish was home dealing with this, ugh.”

“But mom,” Tony pouted, rubbing his hand that was struck. “We can handle adult stuff too! You just never give us a chance. How come you get to have all the fun!?”

“Fun, um all the fun you think me and your dad have is only a small part of being an adult buster. It’s not all fun and games.” Mom scolded while picking up the package that Tony had grabbed for. “And this is certainly not for kids.”

“It sure looks like a kids toy.” Cindy scoffed. Mom looked at the bag, which had an image of what looked like a Ring Pop, typically a kid’s candy treat, and with an embarrassed look slid it behind her back on the counter.

“I-I assure you, it is only for grown ups. Now enough is enough, you’ll be getting a babysitter and that is out of the question!”

Apparently it wasn’t though, as Cindy yet again convinced Mom of giving her another chance of watching Tony. Except this time, Cindy actually felt like taking it seriously. Mom had to slip over to the neighbors for a little while and with Dad out of the house things were once again left in the care of Cindy.

Cindy sighed, “Ya know, maybe mom is right. I’m sick of getting in trouble all the—what!?”

She saw the bag Mom had purchased torn open and Tony nowhere to be found. She heard a door slam nearby and she rushed towards it only to find Tony had locked himself in their parents’ room.

Banging on the door, Cindy yelled, “Dang it Tony, you are going to get me in trouble!”

Tony cheerfully replied, “Don’t worry sis, I’m just going to try this out real quick! I promise I’ll come out after.”

Cindy eventually settled and walked away. She didn’t feel like wasting too much energy—she was very lazy. She figured he’d be out soon anyways. After all, how bad could a ring pop be? More pressing was that she had to find a way to explain this to Mom so soon after promising her the world.

Tony meanwhile gazed longingly at the ring pop. Despite being a boy, he always had a liking for pretty things. He’d never tell his friends though, as they’d all just laugh at him. Cindy was always nice about it though, often giving him pretty little trinkets to collect. He especially loved stuff that sparkled, jewelry usually. So seeing this tasty, glittering ring pop and knowing that it was “Adults Only” was simply too good to pass up.

Admiring how the large, pink pop looked on his ring finger, Tony already felt a little like an adult. It reminded him in a small way of the beautiful wedding ring Mom wore. With the refracting light from the pop glistening in his eyes, almost hypnotically beckoning him to taste it, Tony gave in and did so.

Once Tony’s lips latched onto the pop his taste buds were blasted with a dizzying, strawberry flavor. He nearly stumbled from the sensation, his body welling with a warm, tickling energy. For a kid it may have well been like coming down into a happy, drunken stupor. His mind went gradually fuzzy while he solely focused on the amazing flavor of the pop.

Unseen by him, glowing star shapes materialized out from the base of the ring and floated in the air around Tony’s head like dust and upwards until fading away above him. It was as if magic was spilling out from the ring through his actions, his sucking giving life to the rampant, disorienting feeling in his mind.

Tony minutely swayed, his ringless hand propped against his mom’s makeup vanity to help stabilize himself. There was no way he could stop sucking even if he wanted to, his mouth a slave to the succulent cascade of berry flooding it. His lips were moist with saliva as he lapped even more furiously at the pop—the amount of twinkling stardust increasing in tandem. The strange sensation filling his body continued to grow even stronger and more enticing.

Tony… had become erect.

He was no stranger to the feeling, being as curious as any other his age. Still, this felt different, like all those other times but amplified even greater! With the growth of his member, his body began to grow as well. All his limbs began to elongate, his size beginning to fill out his very baggy clothes—the looser the better he always said. It was as if years worth of growth spurts were hitting him all at once. There was no pain and he was loving every moment of it, his body wrapped in a rapturous blanket of warmth.

Tony became even more lost, his eyes closing shut. He began to moan, so loud the sound carried to his sister’s ears. At first, she was worried that Tony had hurt himself, so she sprinted over to the locked door. Peeking through the rather large keyhole she worriedly called out her brother’s name several times, though he seemed to be ignoring or not hearing her.

Cindy was shocked at what she saw. Tony was taller now and still growing! He was sucking lovingly on the ring pop he had stolen while leaning against a wall. He seemed completely entranced by the taste, or maybe it was the growing? His clothes were always very baggy so they still seemed to fit him for the most part, his pants only slightly riding above his ankles now, his shirt exposing just a sliver of his stomach. She was fascinated by the whole thing, seeing her brother grow to the heights of their mom. It was like Tony was growing up.

Cindy glared at the pleased brother of hers and stomped away from the door and towards the kitchen. She was brimming with jealousy. She wanted to feel that too, to become an adult as well! When she reached the kitchen she then caught sight of a wonderful surprise. There was a ring pop still left! As she gazed at the treasure before her, her brother’s moans became even more erratic and loud. This only made the curl of her smile more prominent.

Drool poured from Tony’s mouth as he moaned uncontrollably, yet was unable to let go of the pop with his puckered lips that felt glued on. He became more aggressive as well, his teeth biting into the pop, chipping away at its surface. Having now a far more adult sized body, Tony could feel his intentions and desires shifting towards more direct feelings he had never felt before. What had once been pure curiosity in regards to the throbbing need in his cock, was now replaced with an innate understanding of what it all meant. His mind was catching up, this was the sort of fun an adult could have.

He eagerly slipped his hand into his pants and began to beat himself off. The excited prick now bigger, his hand had to travel much further back and forth up the shaft. He thwacked his head against the wall he was leaning against as pleasure more intense than anything he had felt before assaulted him. Faster and faster his hand traveled on his adult-sized meat, his larger hands allowing for more articulate ways in which to toy with it. Visions of how to best please himself filled his head-space: polish the helmet, drag gently across the shaft, push down at the edge. Tony’s skills had leveled up to that of a more experienced individual, as if he had been doing this for many years.

Strangely enough, despite the monstrosity within his hands, Tony felt far more detached from it than ever before. More so, he was picturing himself doing this to someone else’s cock. He imagined his own beauty bringing about an erection of this magnitude out of a handsome, mature, charming man. He suddenly had a desperate need for that sort of affection.

The magic stars from the ring flared up, a purple glow surrounding Tony’s busybody. His skin began to soften, his body becoming more supple. He began to ooze a heavenly fragrance that filled his own nostrils—It smelled like the greatest bouquet of roses. He was exuding increasingly feminine beauty from every pore. Tony was sure of it, that the man he sought to touch would be immediately enticed by this scent.

The intentions of his adult fantasy soon plastered itself upon his face, as his visage gave way to more tender, seductive features. Rounder eyes, a sharper, smaller nose, thick brows that developed a prominent arch, plumper cheeks, it all was coming together to create the picturesque form Tony now saw within himself. His eyelids fluttered as his mind sunk into the depths of his adult needs once more, longer, feathered lashes fanning with their movements. The wet sounds of him sucking the pop grew louder as his lips plumped up. His top lip especially, turned more upward and puffed out into a pillowy delight.

The pleasure was too much to bear, Tony’s hand gripping onto his cock as he felt something erupting towards the surface. Tony’s jeans were stained with a few gunshots of white hot passion. The moment was so alarming he bit hard onto the pop, snapping it from the ring base. The pop traveled down his throat, lost for good. After a few quick hacks, the softer, more harmonious voice of an angel emerged from the bowels of Tony. A swooning, female soul had been set free by the magic in the ring and had just declared itself to the world. A boy’s mind turned adult woman. And this woman wished to become all woman.

With heavy, fluttering moans, Tony pulled her goopy hand out from her jeans and traced it along her soft tummy. Her fingers looked far more dainty now, nails longer and finely groomed—a process her feet went through as well. She could feel a rumbling beneath the surface in her gut. In fact, her entire body began to lightly vibrate.

Shuddering with delight Tony said, “It’s happening… it’s finally happening.” The purple color of the pop consumed filled Tony’s usually brown pupils until they were completely stained.

The power of the ring was now strongly radiating within Tony’s core. It was permanently a part of her now. The boy she once was had been lost to the magical pleasures of the ring intended for an adult woman seeking adult pleasures and… enhancements.

“Hahn! O-Oh my god! T-They’re coming! They’re coming!” she cried out in bewildered anticipation, her eyes wide and reflective like a mirror. The scintillating, purple stardust emanating from her body danced in front of her eyes. They were rejoicing, just as she was, for what was about to come bursting out of her.

And burst they did, collections of fat quickly gathering beneath her pectorals and expanding outward with the force of a bomb. The first explosion of flabby flesh sent Tony’s entire body into an arc, almost losing balance. Two, jiggling mounds remained from the aftermath, elevating only slightly from her chest, but very large in their circumference. The newborn fat was very energetic, her movements sending the peaks sloshing about. Another explosion came soon after, this one bringing even more copious amounts of udder delight to Tony’s budding bosom. With each burst her upper body began to change its shape as well. Her shoulders were gaining a finer slope and the curvature to her back was becoming more elegant and extreme. The bigger her breasts, the thinner her torso became below the chest. It was making the weight of her proud possessions much more noticeable, her body dragging down a bit on the wall for balance. Thankfully, with yet another eruption—boobs tenting hard against her baggy, mid-riff-exposing shirt—came some much needed sturdiness to her upper back along with her posture lifting her chest more. Her swinging chest ornaments felt far less a weight on her now, her body confident and strong in how it hoisted them up. There was more to come, for sure! There was no way her beauties were satisfied with such a meager size, nor was she. She knew exactly what she wanted to be, exactly what an adult woman like her should be.

This time, her body did not hold back, obscene amounts of liquid flesh rippling across her shivering mounds, building on their layers. The new fat rippled like water from the center of each explosion before settling and firming. Both tits soon lost their erected stance and began to sag, looking more and more like curvy, round, loaded, human udders. Tony lifted her shirt to not only see her darlings coming in, but to feel them for herself. They were soft and squishy, like giant fat rolls flopping around like a full sack. But there was also loads of substance to them, Tony clearly able to feel how they were an extension of her body.

She cooed as she felt a fluid building within them, her nipples welling from the sensation and becoming more erect. Yes, this was her milk, a testament to her sex, a giver of life. She groped at her tits more excitedly, making sure to cop every feel, make every grab, pinch every area. Her nipples were the funnest, most sensitive bit, bringing her to a leg shaking climax that emptied more of her male seed. Less came out than before, her balls diminishing and her cock shrinking. What she was losing in male milk though, she was gaining in female milk. It was a trade Tony was more than happy to make. She was not only becoming the adult she always dreamed of being, but becoming the cream of the crop, the prettiest woman alive! She would finally be as gorgeous as all the treasures she coveted as a boy. All the pretty jewelry and pretty knickknacks would only add to her own pretty self.

“So pretty… hah… so wonderful. Guh, ohhh!!”

Tony pinched her nipples hard, her chest being filled with milk as if it were being injected like a cream doughnut. Milk began to leak out from her now enormous, engorged nipples. The rush seemed poised to never cease, her amazing breasts growing even more amazing after yet another fatty blast. They were jutting nearly a foot out from her body. Every time they seemed to be sagging a bit too far down her body, her feminine arc snapped even tighter into place, her chest becoming permanently puffed forward.

Tony’s mind began to return to one of her other adult cravings, the man she so desired to revel in her beauty. She needed the perfect man; her equal, one who would treat her like the adult she was. She daydreamed image after image of the perfect suitor. Who would it be!? Who would be the man gentle yet fiery enough to handle her and her big, beautiful gals!?

“MMMPH!!! Mmmm!! Hmp… hmp!”

Cindy slammed against the kitchen counter, the blue ring pop stuck firmly in her suckling mouth. She was unprepared for the sheer intensity of the flavor, it even frightened her a bit how good it was. Despite this, she couldn’t tear herself away from the pop, her inhibitions running wild. She had no self control against the unknown power of this adult delight and she knew it. She truly wished to stop, but the blue, radiating magic filling her body—spilling off of her like star shaped dust—kept teasing her forward, her mind being promised the adulthood she craved. Unlike Tony though, Cindy seemed to be somewhat unaligned with the magic’s intended effects.

She had sucked the wrong pop.

Her body had already grown to the size of an adult, she was even bigger than her mom, more comparable to the larger size of her dad. Her small shirt was already stretched to its limits and beginning to tear on her chest down the middle, her pants tearing as well along the seams. Her panties somehow were holding up, though were wedged between her butt crack. Cindy knew something was off. Despite the rapturous warmth consuming her, she was concerned that her chest and shape remained reserved. She knew an adult woman had to look far more appealing than this! In fact, she began to notice that her body was becoming thicker, broader even. Her shoulders raised and cracked wider, her biceps thickened and toned, and her hands and feet became sturdier and larger, each finger and toe looking as if it had been trained to its size through repetitive, heavy strikes.

Suddenly, every muscle in her body tightened and began to throb. Both delicate arms began to fill with hard, defined muscle, crevices forming under the shadows of rising steel peaks. Same with her legs, muscles she never knew she had came bursting to life, bulging and firming, eating away at the tender fat around it. Cindy tensed up, her butt clenching as her somewhat thick thighs became as large as the muscles expanding within them allowed. Which was quite a bit, each thigh brandishing plateaus and drumlins of densely packed meat that made the clenching of Cindy’s butt even more fierce and intense. So much strength was building within her that it was intoxicating, her body bursting out of her younger self’s shirt and jeans, the torn remnants falling to the floor. The worries she held were starting to drown under the oppressive rush of a lifetime’s worth of workouts. More than that, she was starting to admire this strength, it made her feel dominant and in control for the first time in her life. Was this the freedom of adulthood? Was this the feeling of being independent and in power of one’s own body and life?

Cindy began to suck more furiously at the pop, cracking it like her brother did with his own. She was heading full speed down the same road, losing herself to the mind numbing pleasantries of her expanding adult mind. There was a burning need in her now wet loins. There was a feeling as if something was needed there instead of a vulnerable hole. Cindy craved something long and hard like a lance, something she could assert her dominance even further with, a tool that would be the envy of others who would dare compare themselves to her and her might.

With new intentions fueling her, Cindy’s musculature carried on perfecting itself, her chest flattening fully before expanding into large, slabs of brawn. It wasn’t the chest she initially pictured when first popping in the pop, but she liked it even more. Every fiber within it felt strong like bound cords, the tugging sensation as they tightened and grew bringing her to the peak of ecstasy, her fingers friskily digging themselves into her soaked slit. Her skin could barely keep contained the two hunks of tissue; at the edges of the crevice between the two, the skin seemed to almost be tugged, as if there was extreme force pulling from each direction. Similar sensations attacked her abdomen as well, rock hard abs emerging from the flat, flabby void. One, after another she felt them rise in a row, a 2-pack… 4-pack! She counted along in her head as they stiffened into place, the flesh around them being pushed aside, giving way to their brilliant display of power. 6-pack… 8-pack… 10-pack! The blinding dizziness of the moment made Cindy bite hard into the pop, breaking it off from the base, and she swallowed hers like her brother before her.

There would be no turning back for her now, the magical properties of the ring now embedded within her very being. She gasped for air after it traveled down her throat, the berry flavor coating the inside. After a few subdued grunts, she could hear the octaves in her voice dropping, her voice becoming more rough and booming, yet still retaining an air of sensuality—apparent in her moans. And with a shiver of delight she felt it begin to form within the trembling cavern between her legs.

“Yes! G-Guh! I need it… I need it!”

Cindy knew exactly what she needed. She was no woman, but an adult man, with adult needs. He craved the flesh of another woman his equal, one whom who he could share in all the pleasantries of adulthood with, one whom he would protect and prize like the alpha-male he was and also spoil and pamper like the gentleman he wished to be.

Dead-set on manhood now and his eyes ablaze with the blue color of the powers changing him, the picturesque face of manliness began to erase all traces of the former girl. Cindy’s face cracked and popped, bones dramatically moving about and many facial features becoming larger and more pronounced. His stunning eyes were paired wonderfully with heavier brows, his lashes remaining long to compliment the stubble becoming a full, well groomed, light bush of facial hair. A now strong, larger nose aligned with his succulent mouth. His jaw, which looked carved from granite, covered in flesh, screamed of masculinity. His hair turned short and styled, slicked back while ruffled in the front.

Mind, body, and soul were ready while Cindy mentally beckoned that which he needed most forward from the chamber of womanhood he now rejected. While his female organs contorted and violently transformed within him, the shape of his body adapted. Both ovaries were being pulled downward towards his salivating slit, defying all logic along their journey, somehow finding their way inside his clenching pussy. While this happened, the sensual curves of his midsection broadened more, becoming more squared, muscles booming along the sides above his hips like glorious, taut handle bars of flesh. The ends of these muscles tugged at the space above his cunt, stretching the skin around the opening. Cindy could feel his clitoris growing next, the back of it unnaturally creeping out from behind his folds. It was a jumbled mess inside him, the keys to his manhood ready to be birthed by his own body.

He slid back from his hunched over posture on the table, dragging his washboard abs loudly across the counter’s edge and sticking his ass out—which was becoming hardened and full of prime beef like the rest of his body. Each impressive cheek was straining to keep the flexing musculature beneath it at bay. The size of a woman’s ass, but with the strength of a chiseled man’s—it flexing was a thing of beauty. The riddled, raised flats of muscle on Cindy’s back followed like a sweet chorus along with every pucker of his butt, every clench sending his back into a flurry of rolling displays of power as they traveled up along the spine-highway and crashed into the brick walls that were his shoulders. Feeling his pussy contract, both calves tightened, looking like boulders beneath skin, and he planted his feet hard onto the kitchen floor.

“C-Come out already! Hyuh, AGGHH!”

With a loud rumbling squelch, a girthy, mushroom-shaped head crowned from Cindy’s quaking sex, tenting against his straining panties that had little left to give. Fluids soaked the undies and spilled to the clean floor below and continued to flow as more of the veiny monster of manliness emerged. Cindy’s stance went broader in pleasure, the sheer size of his new dick stretching his folds wide. His wet undies that were pulled tight to the shape of his member finally snapped, firing off like a launched rubber band. Now given room to breath, it stiffly wriggled up and down like a metronome, the ribbed veins across its surface stimulating his pussy further as it forced its way out into the fresh air. The cock throbbed in such a way that you could imagine it having a heart of it’s own, each time it throbbed growing a little bit longer. His balls, formed from his former ovaries, were nestled still within his sex, which was slowly beginning to close up, pushing everything inside of it outward. Both balls were uncomfortably shoved against the deteriorating gateway by the sealing velvet walls from behind. Cindy’s colossal cock did its best to help, fully extending free of its prison at over a foot in length. It was as strong as it was thick and yanked at the tennis sized balls behind it. It wasn’t enough though, he had to push.

Cindy gave it everything he had, every gloriously sculpted muscle that rivaled that of the finest statues flexed in unison and focused all their strength towards the last cage of femininity holding him back. With a loud wail of delight, the newborn adult felt his balls break free and smack against his right thigh as they came swinging down. What little was left of his former female glory sealed itself behind his sweaty sacks. Body of a bull, hung like a horse, Cindy was more than satisfied and grabbed hold of her truly adult-sized cock and began to pleasure it as only a man could. His big, strong hand gripped it tightly, yet gently, delivering just enough brute force to tug harshly at the spongy skin without making it tear. It was still slick from the vaginal soup it had been birthed from, providing the perfect lubrication for each mighty stroke.

Cindy marveled at how big he was and moaned at the grown-up sensations he was feeling. This was true freedom, true liberation! It was only him and his own power, his own pleasure in this moment. Nothing else mattered, nothing but his own desire to let loose and have fun. This was the kind of joy that had been locked away from him as a child, but no more.

“Yes, yes! So f-fucking good! Hah, hah, auuh!!!”

Cindy gave out a thunderous moan that seemed to almost shake the very walls of the house. Ropes of steamy white cum splattered against the wooden siding of the kitchen counter, delivering soft thuds as it did.

Back in the other room, the orgasmic wails of her sister fell on deaf ears with Tony, whose own cries of bliss drowned them out. She too was only focused on her own desires in this moment. Her top half was putting on the finishing touches, breasts fully formed, long, voluminous hair trickling down her body in waving fashion towards her butt and hips. The hair looked almost painterly in how it shined and how the strands traveled across its surface. Hair was of little notice to Tony at the moment though. She could feel the bigger change coming, her legs pulsating as it started.

Every inch of her legs, hips, and ass bulged with firm packings of fat and muscle, piling on each other to create curvy, salivating buns and thighs. It came in wave after wave, erupting in much the same manner as her breasts before. Her ass cheeks swelled to enormous proportions, eating up every inch of space within her baggy jeans that not even air could escape, her underwear beneath looking more like a thong clinging to her ass now. The firm, pillowy glutes continued to rise like unrestrained dunes in a desert, growing larger by the endless sands migrating to them. Layer after layer of fat gave rise to the largest bottom Tony had ever laid eyes on. And even better, her hips were going through the same change. She had certainly seen none like them, each hip becoming large bluffs of hardened fat, unheard of in their size and shape—truly unique. Her hips were now as wide as her shoulders and looking much like shoulders themselves simply connected to her lower waist. Her flattened tummy, filled with healthy pudge, became viced between the otherworldly masses, her belly cutely sagging ever so slightly above her crotch. Thick crevices traced the entire border of her hips along the edge of her belly, making the mountainous hips of hers look even more looming in size. Her thick thighs and calves, every inch of her legs, were hugged skin-tight by her jeans, which may have well been hanging on for dear life. Her lower body looked ready to pop right out of her pants!

She relished the new curves of her remarkable, hourglass shape, every slope and dip exorbitant. Her upper legs were thick like turkey legs, her chest as fat as a cow’s udders, and her hair as free-flowing as a horse’s mane. There was only one thing left between her and perfection, her shriveled, suffocated cock squashed between her thunder-thighs that provided hardly any space to breath between them. They were the kind of thighs that could effortlessly squeeze cocks shut, unable to cum.

Her balls had already tucked themselves within her body with the widening of her pelvic area and formed into a pair of ovaries. A cavernous space was growing fast within her, a womb fully formed and a tunnel sucking her dick in like vacuum.

She couldn’t speak, she hadn't the words, but none were needed. She knew what she was, was happy with what she had gained, was ready for the freedoms of adulthood. She let out a rattled moan as a hole opened up between her legs, spreading itself open wide before closing together like a pair of salivating lips. Her shrimp-dick shrunk even further, and tucked itself within, becoming far more sensitive to the slightest touch than her cock ever was. Tony sent both hands immediately into her pants, wishing to savor every quaking moment. She hoped it would never stop, her fingers and then soon her hand, trying their hardest to make sure of that. She fell to her knees, her face and chest pressing against the ground as she continued to stimulate herself, riding the fading waves of pleasure.

Both siblings, now fully grown, each simmered out. Their screams of joy died, their busy hands slowing down, the magical hold on their bodies beginning to fade away along with the light bordering them. Each slowly made their way to their feet and gave satisfied sighs. So this is what it felt like to be an adult.

***

A few minutes passed and Cindy heard the door to his parents’ room open. He excitedly rushed to the room. He couldn’t wait to show off his body to Tony. No way he grew into a finer specimen than him.

“Hah, so Tony. Wait till you get a load of… me?”

Cindy was stopped in his tracks by the most shining image of beauty he had ever laid eyes on. Before him was a goddess sent down from the heavens, an artistically constructed work of perfection equal to himself, but of the fairer sex. He quickly became hard once more, unable to fight the torrent of emotion. Their eyes were locked, both communicating the same infatuation towards one another. It was love at first sight for the two. Then something further set in.

“Tony!?”

“Cindy!?”

After the initial shock, both lovestruck siblings playfully smiled at one another. Even upon the revelation of who each of them were, their immediate sexual attraction towards one another did not fade. In fact it only grew. They felt like they had shared a kindred moment through their respective changes, an unbreakable bond that trumped even their role as brother and sister. They had grown up together and now desired the same things: Adult love, adult fun, a faithful partner to share it all with. And who could be more faithful than your own flesh and blood.

Their eyes continued to telepathically communicate everything that needed to be said. They both mutually decided on it, that they were perfect for each other; that this needed to happen. They had both sought after adulthood together over the years, now they could experience it… together.

Tony was thrown onto her parents’ bed on her back, Cindy immediately diving down into her crotch and lapping up the juices, wafting the pleasant scents during his penetrating motions. Tony was immediately pulled back into that realm of pleasure, only this time it felt more personable and electric, the touch of another heightening the sensations. Cindy was just as she hoped the man of her dreams would be, rough and gentle all at once. His tongue blurred the line between quick, forceful thrusts and soft, meticulous strokes. Tony could only rationalize it as magic, no way could anyone be this good. Needless to say it exceeded her expectations, and she wanted to return the favor. Tony would let her man finish her first however.

Cindy, feeling his woman’s legs begin to show the signs of breakage, grabbed hold of both to keep them steady, making sure every wave of muscle twitching ecstasy rippled fully about Tony’s body undisturbed. She would feel the entirety of her release, no thrashing able to soften the blow of her orgasm.

“Wait, what are y—oh, oh wow! Hyaaahh!!”

It caught Tony by surprise, but she was glad Cindy did what he did. Her shivering legs were held in place, allowing the full force released from the head of her clit to come crashing outward across her body undeterred. She clung tightly to the sheets and rode the squall to its glorious completion, a puddle forming beneath where the dams had crashed.

Tony beckoned her love onto the bed, still rattled from the experience. Cindy got into position over her and dove right in for one of her swollen nipples. Then began a new dance of the flesh, Tony at the mercy of her lover prodding and sucking her nipples, left to right he switched, giving each one his undivided attention. As she reached close to a mini-climax, Cindy motorboated her tits and began to furiously grope them, moving his head up and initiating a deep, tongue battling kiss. Tony was dizzy in the head from such wonderful affections being thrown at her, her tits being handled with so much care and loving intent. She was being shown how important she was to him, how much he desired every inch of her, how her pleasures came first before his. She felt like a real, honest to god woman.

They continued their dance for a while, Cindy caressing every sensual curve and grabbing every succulent morsel of erotic fat on Tony’s body, until she screamed out for him to stop. Cindy was confused as he pulled away from the panting woman. Her eyes showed a tired, yet still hungry gaze. She suddenly pounced on him, throwing him onto his back.

“Let me make you feel good too hun.” Tony cooed, one of her hands gently beating his already hard junk into a further erect state.

She gradually led her head down towards his cock, kissing the rock-hard edges of his physique. She also dragged her face by one of her cheeks across his valley of abs. Her skin felt like a tire strolling down an old cobble street. His body was beyond impressive, no man could possibly compare. And he was all hers. His impressive cock was all hers.

There it was, staring her down like an insurmountable tower of meat. Despite her nervousness, in her mind she knew what to do, her adult self full of the proper experience. She started just with the tip, sucking on it like a kid overly indulgent in a lollipop. She then moved down the shaft, crossing veiny branches along the way, going further and further down as she sucked back and forth, back and forth. She felt the strong hands of her man begin to guide her even further down, pushing her to the limits, his cock touching the back of her throat. She felt on the cusp of gagging several times as she picked up the pace, but she hung on, each hack adding more saliva into the mix, making the gliding dick within her mouth all the more slick and effortless to suck.

“Oh… Tony… You’re so good at this. Oohh! Yeah! Faster! Faster baby!”

His words of praise fueled Tony’s actions, her lips pressing harder as her motions became more forceful, her tongue lifting up against the stiffened rod. She could feel it twitching, it wouldn’t be long now! Oh how wonderful it would likely taste! Yes, her man’s—

GESYERS! GEYSERS OF CUM!

Tony’s mouth was overflowing with pent up passion, warm streams of thick spunk slithering down her virgin throat. Cindy firmly held Tony’s head in place as he reeled from his impressive orgasm, every throb of his cock emptying more from his balls. Tony closed her eyes and choked on the delicious taste of Cindy’s love juices. It was sweeter than any frosting, more soothing than the creamiest of ice creams—this was cream heaven baby!

When Cindy finally let up, allowing Tony to taste the fresh air, both panted in bliss at the sight of each other, One with eyes fluttering and cum spilling out from their beautiful, smiling lips, the other stroking what was left of their dick, their iron-clad chest huffing and puffing large gusts of satisfaction. They would both need a moment. Both wished to be at their best for what they knew came next.

***

Mom returned home from her excursion feeling a little uneasy. She wondered if giving her children another chance was the right idea. Her fears were realized once she noticed the white, splatter-shot mess in the kitchen and more concerning, the torn open Ring Pop bag. She began to panic, calling out her kids’ names from the kitchen. She then noticed the unsettling sight of one of the ring pops missing from its base.

“No, no! Those aren't supposed to be completely eaten!” She fretted, racing towards the bedrooms frantically calling for her kids.

She followed the sound of loud, lengthy moans emanating from her bedroom. Flinging the door open, she was met with the disorienting sight of what she quickly surmised—given the evidence— to be her kids, aged up by her adult treat, going at it like horny, rabid rabbits.

Tony, on her back, legs held spread, was being savagely laid by Cindy, his over-sized cock breaking in her tight snatch and stretching it near its limits. His muscle ridden body provided ample strength in which to make sure each thunderous pound delivered rippling shockwaves of concentrated bliss across both their bodies. From a powerful, kneeling stance of dominance on the bed he thrusted again and again into the swooning woman, who could only speak in trance-like howls. His strikes were so fierce that it sent her small traces of belly fat and large breasts recoiling. They kicked up and down on her body to the rhythm, her shoulders digging deeper into the sheets as her body slid on the bed, only the pillow propping her from behind keeping her from sliding off the edge.

Cindy would occasionally stop his penetrative assault and merely stir his humongous beast within the maiden, testing her endurance before carrying on yet again. As the intensity of his actions increased, Tony found her powerful legs strong enough to overpower even Cindy’s grip, and she closed her thighs around his waist and hugged him tight while also pulling him closer. Indeed her thighs were powerful, unsurprising given their sheer size and firm mass. Cindy relished the feeling, that gap between them a vice chamber crushing anything that was unfortunate enough to be caught between the two mighty pillars of muscle and sinew. Footballs would burst, watermelons would crack and fall apart, heads would become dizzy with pressure. Cindy could take it though, he was the only one that could handle it and revel in the experience.

Cindy switched his grip to his woman’s breasts, grabbing hold of each one and leaning forward, speeding up for the final, liberating blows. Tony couldn’t think straight, her hands desperately clawing and grabbing at any part of her man’s body she could. She wanted to hold him tight for those final moments where they would cum together. She needed her handsome, alpha man to hold her close as he marked her as his own.

Cindy picked up on Tony’s body language and pulled her into a loving embrace, their body’s vibrating against each other as Cindy’s thrusts continued on without holding up even a bit. Mom felt compelled to stop things before it reached that point, but even she was in motionless shock at what she was seeing, in awe, utterly speechless. So, their lovemaking continued, and their love was cemented. Cries filled the bedroom, Cindy’s thick load mingling with the succulent fluids of Tony.

A woman unlike any beauty before her had given herself completely to a man rivaled by none other. These two were truly the spitting image of adult perfection, raw, passionate creatures of absolute freedom. This display was their song of rejoice, their awakening to a world of freedoms they had only dreamed of before. They fell into each other’s arms, spent beyond words, their breaths in perfect sync.

“Wha, What the f-f-fuck!?”

Tony and Cindy jolted up and saw Mom trembling in shock at the sight of them cuddled together. She then hit the floor with a loud thud, passed out it would seem.

“Mom!” Tony cried out in concern.

Cindy held her back and assured her she’d be fine.

“Don’t worry dear, she’ll be fine. She is just in shock that’s all. I don’t blame her, I mean look at us, ha ha!”

Tony still seemed a bit unsure, hearing Mom awkwardly grumbling on the floor about tits and dicks. She seemed completely out of it. Not wanting to further dampen the mood and spend some quality time with his woman, Cindy proposed an idea to lighten the mood.

“Look, we’ll figure things out later, for now let’s enjoy ourselves!” Cindy suggested. “How about we go see an R-rated film?”

“Wow, really!?” Tony cheered. “I’ve been dying to see one for so long!”