Being My Stepbrother's Slut Ch. 02

"Yeah, not even a tiny scratch."

"That's because...I didn't get breast surgery," I said to her hesitatingly. I then put my t-shirt back on.

"What? What do you mean? Then what happened? Like, some kind of growth spurt?" She asked incredulously.

"No...It was...my stepbrother, Brandon." As I told her this, I realized just how ridiculous it sounded. "He can alter people's bodies and even their minds, just with his thoughts. That's how I got bigger boobs."

Sabrina looked at me with her mouth agape. Then suddenly, after a few seconds of dead silence, she laughed like she just heard the "killer joke" from Monty Python.

"Oh my god, I swear, that's the funniest joke I ever heard! Oooh! Your stepbrother is Doctor Strange now! Ooooh!" Sabrina let out a few more guffaws.

"Yeah, I know how insane it sounds, but it's true. Brandon?" I yelled out to Brandon's room across the hall. He opened my door and joined us.

"Oh, hey it's Brandon! The master of magic!" Sabrina laughed and snorted, "Terri says you can change people's bodies on a whim! hahahahaha!"

"Yeah, their minds too," he nonchalantly said, "You were right, I guess I'll have to show her."

"Whoa, wait, what?" Sabrina stopped laughing.

I stepped up into Sabrina's personal space, and gently placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Sabrina, you are one of my best friends. You have a heart of gold, and you never let idiots get you down. I've seen you struggle over the years to get healthier, and it's absolutely unfair that nothing ever really pans out. So, I've asked my stepbrother to give you this."

"Hey, come on, all right? That's enough. That's enough joking. There's nothing wrong with me having a little extra love on my body, right?" She said, but from the look in her eyes, I could see the beginning of tears welling up.

"Of course not," I consoled.

"Then stop with this stupid game already!"

I looked at Brandon and gave him a nod. I then opened up my closet and pulled out the shopping bag of clothes I prepared.

"This won't hurt a bit," Brandon said in a soft voice.

"Ha...ha... Wait...what's happening to me!?" She exclaimed, "Oh my god! AHHHHH!"

Right before our eyes, Sabrina's form started to shrink. The excess mass in her arms, legs, torso, and face simply receded like waves on the beach sliding back into the water. My dear friend looked into my eyes and then into Brandon's, terrified. Indeed, her clothes became looser and looser until her pants were literally falling off of her hips, which she held onto. Sabrina's face changed to match her slimming body. The double-chin turned into a single chin, and her cheeks grew smaller.

This allowed her bright, green eyes to no longer hide behind her cheeks, and seeing them made me smile. Her curly, fire-red hair remained the same and rested a little past her shoulders. Her body kept getting slimmer until she was a similar shape to my own form, although her boobs were still about the same size as before, which were bigger than mine.

As Brandon made the final touches, Sabrina crumpled to the floor on her knees. She held her hands to her face and was sobbing like she just heard she had terminal cancer. I came and knelt to her side, putting my arm around her shoulder and my other hand gently brushing her hair. Once Brandon was finished with his magic, he smiled a compassionate smile and stayed silent.

"Come on, it's really not as bad as it seems. Let's stand up and take a look at what's changed," I comforted her. She didn't move and kept sobbing.

"Come on, we can look. It'll be all right." I started rising to my feet, and she rose with me.

I turned her over to my mirrored sliding closet door. Sabrina kept holding onto her pants and underwear to keep them from falling. I joined my stepbrother on the other side of the room. Sabrina sniveled and hiccupped, trying to control her breathing while her tears lessened. She turned her head from side to side, up and down, carefully examining her face, touching it to see if it was real. Her eyes went wider when she realized it was.

Next, she took a deep breath and grabbed the neck of her oversized Sailor Moon t-shirt with one hand, and pulled it off her much slimmer body.

Once removed, she looked back into the mirror and gasped. Her stomach was slim, and she could even see the slight bumps of her pelvic bones in her hips. Her bra, while an e-cup, was still too large because it was built for a woman of wider girth. Finally, she let go of her pants and underwear and they fell to the floor like a waterfall.

She felt the smoothness of her skin around her hips and thighs, then turned to look at her butt. It was smaller than it was before, matching the rest of her form, but was still very pronounced and bubbly. She did away with her bra and was now naked as the day she was born. Her breasts, even though they were large, angrily defied gravity, and stood out proudly from her chest.

With her clothes now discarded, Sabrina took this opportunity to touch herself all over including her butt, breasts, and vagina. Not masturbating, merely investigating.

Neither Brandon nor I said anything as she examined her new form with reddened eyes and dried tears. Brandon did have a mischievous grin on his face, which I ribbed him for. When she sat back down on the carpeted floor, I walked over to the shopping bag, and set it down next to her.

"I went out and bought some new underwear and bras for you, and I also threw in a set of my clothes you can have. We're going to leave you alone for a little bit. You can put these on, and when you're ready, call us in, and we can talk more about what just happened," I said to her softly.

Her snivels and sobs died down to normal breathing, and she simply nodded her head. As Brandon and I left my bedroom, Sabrina spoke.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"You're welcome," Brandon returned. I felt he was sincere. We left my room, and I closed the door.

"So, what do you think?" I whispered to Brandon.

"Well, she's a knockout, now." He whispered back.

"Yeah, I know, but will she want to keep it?"

"I think it could go either way. Her mind is an absolute jumble of emotion. On one hand, she's wanted this since forever, but on the other hand, she thinks she shouldn't want this because she's supposed to accept herself for who she is. There's anger in there too, because she thinks that we think it's not okay to be a big woman. The thing is, I had a look at her pattern and there are things she needs to know."

"Is she in any danger?" I asked, worried.

"Not right now," he told me, "but there are things I need to tell her about her weight-loss journey."

"Like what?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"It's about her pattern. For Sabrina, it's extremely hard for her to lose weight, and I don't mean like it's just harder because she was heavier. It's almost like her pattern won't let her lose weight, no matter what she does. That's why I was so mad at Regina Carentan earlier today. I wanted to burn her after she was mean to Sabrina, but I'm glad you stopped me."

"I didn't think I could stop you from doing anything," I smiled.

Brandon leaned in and kissed me, "seems like you're turning into my own personal Jiminy Cricket."

"Guys? You can come in now," Sabrina called to us softly.

We both walked in and we found our friend sitting on the broad side of my bed with her hands on the mattress next to her much-thinner thighs. She wore the new pair of mint green bra and bikini panties I got her, which fit her like a glove and matched her eyes.

She hunched over, looking down, which made her waterfall of curls hang down to her flawlessly ripe peaches for breasts. She looked good in her new underwear. As Sabrina searched for the right words, she slowly swayed her legs back and forth, partly out of absentmindedness, and perhaps just to watch them. The tears had stopped, and she regained control of her breathing.

At last, she took a deep breath and spoke. "I want you to take it back," she declared firmly.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"Why do you want to take it back?" Brandon asked, equally in disbelief.

"There are two reasons," she said as she looked into mine and Brandon's eyes.

"First, I didn't earn this. It's my fault I am this way. I was undisciplined, I didn't know when to stop, and I was too lazy to keep exercising."

"Wait a minute," I said, "Sabrina, do you think those assholes at school who treat you like human trash are right?" I couldn't help but curl my mouth in disgust at those vermin who thought it was cool to make fun of my friend.

"Well, as I said, I was the one who couldn't stick with it, so..."

This made Brandon speak up. "No. Sabrina, no. This is not your fault, and I'm not just saying that, I know. I'm not speaking from some science book, or some health guru who cares more about likes and subscriptions than people's lives. I objectively know."

"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked with a confused look on her face.

"Let me tell you a little bit about how I can do what I do." With that, Brandon explained about seeing and manipulating patterns.

"Wow," Sabrina replied after his lecture.

"I had a really good, in-depth look at your pattern, and there's a reason why losing weight has been like fighting an MMA fighter in his prime while both of your arms are tied behind your back. Your life pattern is highly resistant to natural change. You diet and exercise, but your pattern just 'snaps back'. For you to get here naturally," Brandon gestured to Sabrina's new form, "you'd have to live a perfect healthy lifestyle.

"Like you could not slip up even once, and no one's perfect! With Terri, it's different. With her pattern, if she wanted to lose weight, it would be like fighting an unarmed 80-year-old man, and she gets a sword." Brandon finished his second lecture.

"I've seen you try so hard before, Sabrina, and it isn't fair for you to be denied what you're owed.

Given what Brandon has said, you totally deserve this," I interjected.

"So, what's the other reason?" Brandon asked.

"Well, what will my parents and little brother think when I walk into my house and they don't recognize me? And if by some miracle I can convince them that it really is me, doctors from all over the world are going to want to take me away to their labs and treat me like a guinea pig for the rest of my life! Going from obese to a friggin model in a matter of hours just doesn't happen! Not to mention the media will never let me hear the end of it."

"Okay, that's actually a good reason," Brandon conceded.

"Right, yeah. I guess we didn't really think about that," I said as I looked down at the floor, "I'm sorry."

"All right, I'll change you back, but I am going to alter your pattern just a little bit," Brandon said.

"Brandon," Sabrina rebutted with frustration, thinking he was going to go back on his word.

"Take it easy," he said and gestured for calm. "Remember how I told you losing weight was like fighting an unfair fight?"

"Yes," Sabrina answered.

"I'm going to even the odds. I'll change you back, and everything will be what it was. The difference is when you exercise, you're going to see much better results faster, and if you're not perfect, it won't ruin everything. You still gotta eat right and exercise, though, so don't forget that, but your arms will be untied. You'll get a sword, and your opponent will be a senile 80-year-old man." Brandon added for comedic effect.

It worked because it made Sabrina laugh, which had always been delightful.

"But I don't want to hurt an 80-year-old man!" She went along with the joke. I went and stood next to my stepbrother, both of us facing her.

"An 80-year-old monster, then?" He kept the levity going.

"That's better!" She answered with a smile. Brandon took a deep breath and held out his hands.

"Wait a minute!" I exclaimed, and Brandon stopped. "Why not take this new body for a test drive? You know, see how it feels when you get here on your own so you'll know what you'll be looking forward to. You can use our pool in the backyard for a swim, and I can give you a swimsuit. Or I can lend you some workout clothes, and you can take a run around the block, or do aerobics, or--"

Sabrina cut me off and lunged at my stepbrother. She threw her arms around his neck, rapidly showering him with kisses. He caught her and brought his strong arms around her back and let her kiss him. His eyes were wide with surprise, and it made me smile. He gave me a sideways glance as his hand glided over to her pantied butt. He shook his head, answering my unspoken question of whether or not he was making her do this. Apparently, her affection was her own accord.

My dear friend stopped kissing him, then reached out to me, and I hugged her from her side. We gazed into each other's eyes, and in a heartbeat, came together in a fierce make-out. Brandon craned his head lower and started planting kisses and licks on Sabrina's voluptuous tits.

"Ahh!" Sabrina leaned her head back and moaned. Her hand raised and she put it behind Brandon's head, guiding him to where she was most sensitive. I broke away to take hold of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my slightly smaller tits. Next, I pressed my boobs to her bra-clad orbs, sandwiching Brandon between our breasts. I slipped in my tongue to greet hers and she readily accepted my oral invasion.

Meanwhile, Brandon pulled down the cups of her mint green bra unveiling her proud and protruding nipples. He wasted no time feasting upon one perfect breast, swirling his tongue around the nipple and surrounding area. Then he turned his head and gave my chest some attention, licking my nipple and areola. Sabrina paused from kissing me to look down at what my stepbrother was doing. She then looked back up with a grin and she joined him, doing the same thing he was doing.

Now it was my turn to rear my head back and moan in ecstasy. One hand slowly raked through my sandy-colored hair while I snaked a hand into my tight, hip-hugging jeans, searching for my aching, wet, pussy. It found its mark.

"Mmmm!" I moaned.

Sabrina then pulled back when she realized that Brandon was sucking on the tits of his stepsister.

"Wait a minute! Have you two done this before?" she asked with her eyes wide open in shock.

"Yes," I said in ecstasy with my eyes closed.

"For weeks now," Brandon added and then got back to work.

Sabrina paused for a moment, "That is so hot!" and then she went back to kissing and tonguing my breast.

Brandon then undid the button on my hip-huggers and Sabrina started tugging them down. I raised my arms to keep my hands out of the way, and the two planted kisses on my hips. Once I was naked, Brandon moved in front of my horny, wet, snatch.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" He asked Sabrina.

"I've made out with a guy once, and a girl another time, but nothing like this," Sabrina said with some trepidation.

"Heh, heh, watch this!" Brandon said. He then planted a French kiss on my pussy with both of his hands on my hips.

"Ahhh! Yeah!" I wailed.

Brandon didn't stop there. He brushed his tongue over and over on my slit while Sabrina stood on her knees mesmerized. His fingers came into play and exposed my engorged clit.

"Now look at this. If I treat it with the right amount of pressure and gentleness, well, you'll see!" He said, and he encircled his tongue on that nub.

This made me moan so loud it sounded more like a scream, and he kept licking. Brandon brought up his other hand to play with my tit while he continued to orally torture my clit. Sabrina was in a trance watching my stepbrother.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled back and turned to Sabrina. "Now you try."

He moved over to make room for Sabrina and she put herself right in front of my snatch. Looking up at me with those emerald eyes, she put her mouth on my pussy and proceeded to lick at my slit like a thirsty bitch while her hands clutched my ass. It surprised me that this was the first time she had done this because her ministrations drove me wild!

"Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm! Fuck yeah, that's good! God, Sabrina, you're a natural!" and I wasn't bullshitting in the slightest!

She then stopped licking me and her mouth covered my engorged clit. I knew what was coming next, but it still surprised me! Her tongue flogged circles around my clit and my knees started to grow weak. I planted my bubble butt on the mattress and Sabrina got to her feet and bent forward to continue assaulting my pussy. I laid back on the bed and put one hand on Sabrina's beautiful head while my other hand massaged my large tit. Meanwhile, Brandon got to his feet and stripped off his clothes. His impressive cock stood out in front of him like a blind man's cane.

As he sauntered behind Sabrina, he gave me a devilish grin and knelt behind my friend. His hands slipped inside her panties and slowly pulled them down while she ate me out. I would soon find out that when Brandon changed Sabrina's body, he edited out her furry bush, so she was completely hairless. First, his fingers came into play and he stroked her slit, causing Sabrina to moan into my pussy. Then he brought his face in, and she got a taste of the medicine she was administering to me. Or should I say Brandon got a taste?

Sabrina's voice reverberated within the walls of my snatch as my stepbrother tongued and licked her pussy. We were a veritable train of oral pleasure with Sabrina's mouth working wonders on me and Brandon working wonders on Sabrina. After several minutes of this, Brandon stood up and took hold of his cock. He nudged forward tickling Sabrina's pussy with the tip, causing new sensations and new cries of pleasure from my friend. She wiggled her ass, inviting my stepbrother to plant his dick into her, and he did just that.

Ever so slowly, he pressed his cock into her pristine snatch centimeter by centimeter while Sabrina moaned into my pussy. Little by little, Brandon took Sabrina's virginity until he hilted himself fully into her.

"Mmmmmm!" Sabrina mewled. She fastened her mouth tightly onto the lips of my slit and bore her tongue through. Her eyes were closed as she rocked her hips in tune with my stepbrother's thrusts. As Brandon started picking up speed, though, Sabrina stopped licking my pussy to look behind her. Her mouth was agape, and her eyes were in a sneer as she humped her pussy right back at him even harder, her breasts hanging out of her new bra shaking back and forth. I think she gave him that sneering look to appear sexier. It worked.

"Oh, don't stop! Oh god, don't stop!" Sabrina cried out as Brandon fucked into her pussy faster and faster.

Though I was momentarily forgotten, I didn't mind in the slightest. I pulled my loins away from Sabrina's mouth, stepped off the bed and stood next to my stepbrother. As he continued to pound into her newly minted quim, I reached over with one hand to undo her bra. Once successful, her bountiful tits sprung free. I then hugged my naked body against Brandon's right side, and he turned his head to smile before fiercely making out with me.

"Uhhh! Uhhhh! I think I'm gonna cummm!" Sabrina bellowed.

Brandon disengaged from my lips to address the whimpering siren, "That's it, baby, just let yourself go," Brandon encouraged.

She did just that. Sabrina's pussy erupted like a Hawaiian volcano. Her mound gushed with her womanly juices coating my master's cock. He pulled out of her, and I couldn't help but quickly lean down to get a taste of that freshly fucked pussy. Sabrina slumped against the bed breathing hard, not reacting much to my ministrations due to exhaustion, so I turned and focused on sucking Brandon's instrument that brought us both so much pleasure. After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal, and I climbed on the bed and laid on my side next to her.