Chapter 1

Some aliens mean to harm us.

Some aliens are studying us.

Some just want to have fun...

Tak’Lon and Psat’Dooo were indulging in the outlawed national pastime of the B’Naf’By (which means ‘the Wise, Benevolent, and Really Good Looking Ones, and to spitog with everyone else’ in their native tongue)- gambling on research subjects, in this case, humans.

As always, the bet involved the reactions of a pre-selected subject to unusual stimulus. The details and rules of the wager are too complex to get into here. Besides, just thinking about B’Naf’By gambling protocols tends to give humans brain tumors. In fact, it is probably best to leave most of the details about them, their ship, and their purported mission to the imagination. Your guesses will be completely wrong, but far more pleasant than the reality!

It has been an exceptionally long tour for our pair. They are basically on ‘stake out’, and unfortunately, they drew a double shift- two of their months, which translates to about five of our years. They were grumpy and bored, and figured no one would notice if they played a little game. Their species’ ‘little games’ have so far accounted for the extinction of hundreds of species across the universe, and there are still a couple planets unaccounted for. These games are outlawed by interstellar decree and are the basis of one of the biggest and longest running feuds in known space. The B’Naf’By don’t see what all the fuss is. They argue that no really useful species has ever been hurt, and besides it is just good clean fun!

...

Daniel was totally unprepared for what was about to happen to him.

Daniel (he’d probably be ‘Dan’ to his buddies, but he doesn’t really have any, and he is ‘Danny’ only to his mom and sister) was walking home from high school thinking about what he was going to do after graduating in another year. He kept coming back to joining the military because they could not afford college and not much else really appealed to him. The school day was generally a blur of boring classes and moderate hazing by the other students, and today had been no exception.

As he walked home, he saw a toy ray gun with a big tag tied to it reading ‘Pick Me Up’. He looked around for booby traps or hidden cameras, then picked it up. The other side of the stiff tag said: “Instant Change Ray Gun- instantly changes anyone into whatever you want! Good for 10-20 shots. Just think about what you want the target to look, think, and/or act like, select the ‘Temporary’ or ‘Permanent’ setting on the switch, choose the duration of the change (if temporary) on the dial, then point the gun and pull the trigger. Warning- Do not use it while intoxicated or sleeping. Do not use it underwater. Do not use within 15 kiblots of fruit. These directions will self-destruct in 10 secon...” The tag suddenly burst into a bright flame and poofed into ashes.

OK, this was too weird for Daniel. He was carrying the gun and heading home, trying to remember exactly what the tag had said. The usage directions were clear enough (the controls on the gun were well-labeled), and most of the warnings were somewhat logical, but... “fruit? Kiblots? Did it mean ‘kilobytes’? Did I misread it?” He looked more closely at the gun. It looked just like the toy sparking ray guns he played with as a child. The internal mechanism looked pretty much like the toys did- sparker, ratchet mechanism ... except this gun had a heavy battery-looking thing in the handle that made it weighty for its size. As he thought about it, he noticed he was getting a woodie just thinking about the possibilities, when someone touched him on the shoulder!

He spun around, reflexively pulling the trigger as he did...

... and a wide red beam caught his neighbor’s daughter, eight year-old Trixie, full on. She looked stunned for a minute, then grinned and lisped “Daniel, what’th that? Cool! A toy gun! Can I play wif it?”

Daniel stuttered out “N ... n, n, no. I, I, I need to go home now.” Oh, my god, he beamed the neighbor’s kid! Thankfully, it did not look like anything was happening. He turned to go home and heard her say goodbye ... but ... her voice sounded a little different.

He turned back to see Trixie walking away with a sexy sway to her growing hips. As he watched, she was getting taller and filling in. She was as tall as he was and her clothing was barely keeping up. Her little T-shirt was now showing off a lot of her back and her shorts were skin-tight, showing an amazing butt. Her legs were filling out, sculpting themselves beautifully. Her brown hair had grown long and silky, dancing on her back. Even her bare feet looked sexy. He could see large breasts stretching the thin shirt- bulging out both sides of her.

Suddenly, she stopped and turned to look at him- ohmigod She was gorgeous! Her cute little kid’s face was all grown up. She looked like a centerfold model. “Danny, can I come home with you, instead? I’d really like to... ‘play’. Do you want to ‘play’ with me, stud?” She asked with a very suggestive and sexy voice, almost purring when she said ‘play’.

“Uh ... s, s, sure!” He managed to stammer out. Wow- he was having problems communicating this afternoon! She smiled like she had just won the jackpot. She skipped over to grab his arm and almost drug him the rest of the way home. They rapidly went upstairs, with Daniel thanking his lucky stars that no one else was home. Trixie fell to kissing him fervently, running her free hand over his body. She was slipping them both out of their clothes murmuring about how much she wanted him, how hot she was, how much she had looked forward to this...

‘Uueerk!” He gargled as he came in her hand when she touched his stiff cock. She smiled and lifted her hand to her face and licked it off in front of him, then kissed him hard, letting him taste his own salty flavor on her lips. He finally got his brain in gear and reached up to fondle her huge, warm, bouncy boobs. Just touching her tits got him hard again and she slipped to her knees to take him in her hot mouth. She licked, caressed, and tickled his cock and balls until he shot another wad.

Trixie squealed with happiness as his hot cum shot in her mouth and on her face. She stood again to wipe herself off, and gently, shyly took his hand to lead him to the bed. “I’ve been waiting for this forever, Studly! I need you inside me so badly!” She said as she nuzzled his neck and played with his cock before pushing him into bed. She nestled her pussy at the tip of his prick, then worked her way down, inch by agonizing inch. When she hit the bottom, she began to squirm and move, twisting herself every which way on his straining meat. Then she began a basic, primal pounding- up and down, up and down ... getting faster and faster, harder and harder.

She began to cry out as orgasm after orgasm hit as she screwed herself brainless on her beloved’s god-like cock! He came again and she moaned as she shuddered through the biggest of the climaxes so far. She flopped down on top of him bonelessly, smashing her incredible boobs on his rather scrawny chest.

“Oh, my God, that was wonderful, Studly.” She whispered in his ear, licking it playfully with her hot, wet tongue. After a bit Daniel worked up the energy to position himself to begin to eat her out. He was finally taking some initiative. He kissed her delicate lips, nose being tickled by her crinkly hairs. He licked her sensitive lips, tasting their flavors mixed on her juices. He reached up to play with her large breasts as she wiggled and moaned under his ministrations.

Her soft, sparse hairs felt wonderful on his nose while he delighted in the sensations of her rock hard nipples on her handful-sized tits under his hands. He licked her pussy again ... did it seem smaller somehow? The hairs less krinkly? Her breasts definitely FELT smaller ... He looked up to see that her feet no longer touched the ground and her breasts were almost flat. OhmiGAWD! What was the gun set to?? He scrambled up and looked for where he dropped it earlier. ‘Temporary, 30 minutes”.

“Gee, Daniel, that was fun, but I think I need to get dressed. I think it’s almost time for thupper.” She quickly got dressed and skipped out of the room. Daniel saw her skip home just seconds before his mom’s car came into view. He grabbed his clothes and slipped off to the one bathroom to clean up.

...

Meanwhile, circling a mere light-second above the planet, the watcher’s horrendous vessel floated on the ether. Of course, intergalactic law required a TWO light-second distance when following planets, but Tak’Lon wanted a better view, especially upon gaining the first score.

Victory slime oozed out of every orifice, which Psat’Dooo had to mop up, per tradition. This, of course, made Psat’Dooo oh, so very happy. The various ship droids carefully avoided the even more odiferous than usual Psat’Dooo as s/he sklurped his way back to s/his chambers.

...

“Danny, we’re home!” His mom called as she and his sister came in. “Danny? Where are you?” She came upstairs looking for him. “Danny? Are you in the bathroom? What is that smell?” Oh, dang. What to do, what to do...

Daniel came out and played innocent. “Hi Mom! I was in the bathroom. What smell?”

“It smells like ... like...” His mom was stymied. It smelled like hot sex to her, but she was unable to connect the thoughts ‘Daniel’ and ‘hot sex’ in any coherent way. “Is there anything funny in your room?”

He replied that there might be some old food or something in there, he’d clean up the room tonight. He kissed his mom and went down to help with the household chores and homework. The rest of the night went well, until...

Daniels’s mom, Nora, and his sister, Christie, were at the table working on their business or school stuff while Daniel took his turn at dishes. His mind was a million miles away, thinking about how he could use the gun, imagining wild sexual escapades and using his collection of downloaded pictures as the raw materials- oh, yeah ... especially that one hot model ... what was her name? Wild dirty blonde hair, big boobs ... Oh, man, that would be so sweet! As he stretched over the counter to reach a stray glass, he felt something odd catch in his pocket.

OhmiGOD! The gun! He did not remember putting it in his pocket- the dang thing has a hair trigger and no safety catch! He felt the beam shoot past his leg and spun to watch it ricochet off his mom and hit his sister. Nooo! Not only did he not particularly want to change them, but he did not want to waste any of the charges. AND he could not recall if it was set to ‘Temporary’ or ‘Permanent’ this time!

He froze as he saw them change before his eyes. Their hair was first- his mom’s from grey-streaked black and his sisters from a dark sandy color both to a dazzling pale gold with a wild array of darker and lighter streaks. His mom grew a bit shorter and his sister grew a lot taller as both reshaped into hot young women.

Daniel watched as his 15 year-old sister grew up before his very eyes. She was getting taller and wider. While a lot of her body was out of his sight under the table, he watched in amazement as her chest slowly ballooned out from a braless youthful flatness to an enthusiastic hugeness- EE or F cup if he remembered the stats on the original model. As her tits swelled, he swore he could hear her skin make a soft erotic moan as it stretched. Her soft pink T-shirt stretched to the limits of endurance as her developing nipples pushed thumb-sized dents in the taut fabric.

Christie did not seem to notice any changes even as her lengthening arms were pushing her glass of juice across the table.

Even as he was staring at his sister’s developing bust, he noticed his mom changing at the same time. His mom’s breasts were about a B or C cup now that he actually looked at them. First, they seemed to lift, then separate as they grew. He heard her bra hooks ping as they died, one by one. Her button-up shirt was getting really, really tight- the seams straining, little threads showing. Her shirt was showing a rather absurd shape as her growing boobs massively overflowed her old cups and were being mashed by the bra and more than skin-tight shirt. At the same time, the collar, sleeves and waist of the shirt were getting looser.

Daniel could see her hips reshaping and bottom plumping up. Her legs shifted angles a little as they grew longer and shapelier. The waist of her business-like skirt got saggy even as the hips grew snug. He watched as his mom got deliciously leggier.

Their faces were shifting to identical twins with straight noses, cute mouths with luscious lips, and high cheekbones. Daniel’s mind was struggling to take in all of the changes- he never would have thought of ears as sexy before this, and their graceful necks alone captured his gaze for long seconds. His mom’s skin was taking on a golden hue as it smoothed over and she absently removed her no-longer-needed glasses with a sculpted arm and delicate fingers.

As one, both young goddesses sighed and took a huge stretch as if to work out some kinked muscles. When they pulled their arms back, his mom’s shirt tore along the side seam and his sister’s T was stretched to transparency.

His mom turned to Christie and said “Hmmm, I need a break. How about you?” Christie smiled and nodded happily. They turned to look at Daniel and Nora asked “How about it lover? Are you up for some fun?” Christie giggled happily as Danny blushed furiously.

Nora (was she really his mom anymore?) stood up and wiggled out of clothes that were horribly tight in some places and ludicrously loose in others. She stretched again and rubbed herself where the clothes pinched- which happened to be centered on her bountiful breasts. She began purring as she touched herself. Nora also slithered out of her mis-fitting clothes and was massaging her sides and hips where her old waistband left marks on her otherwise flawless skin. They stepped over to Daniel and one tilted his head back for a deep, tongue-filled kiss, while the other undid his trousers and was caressing his cock.

Daniel was 16 years old. He has never had sex before a few hours ago, although he usually masturbated several times a week. He has already cum three times, but was rapidly preparing to go for a personal best record. By now, he was waking up a bit so he led his twin bombshells into the living room, where there were lots of pillows, a thick rug, and a big, sturdy couch.

By the time the threesome got to the room, Daniel could not tell one from the other, and he was not sure it made a difference. He kissed one of them hard and played with her nipples as the other played with his cock and balls. He swapped them and kissed the other while the first began to take his cock deep in her mouth. When she began to suck with gusto, all thoughts fled his mind.

Daniel was not sure he could satisfy both women orally and still be able to fuck them, so he shoved the other girl on the floor and shoved his cock deep into her. She squealed and squirmed like a demon impaled on a spike- it was wonderful! The other twin alternated between sucking and kissing his cock when it came out of her sister’s cunt, and squatting over Daniel’s head, dripping her juices on him when he was not licking her off.

He came with a grunt as his partner panted her way through an athletic orgasm. The unfulfilled twin quickly moved Daniel to the couch and literally jumped his bone, plunging all the way in one slick move. God, while they looked and sounded identical, they tasted, smelled, moved, and reacted so differently! This one was more aggressive, humping and moving as she ground her big tits in Daniel’s face, begging him to suck them. The other girl had recovered enough that she was kissing him every place she could reach, even sucking his toes! When she licked the sole of his foot in one long swipe, he suddenly came deep inside his partner’s hot cunt. She freaked out, shaking and moaning as his sperm was pushed deep inside her.

Both women gently manipulated Daniel on the couch and stretched out beside him, keeping him cozy as they fell into a deep, warm sleep.

...

Tak’Lon’s victory ooze turned acidic and ate through the deck plates with a noxious sizzle. It had been that verdammitsnitzle Psat’Dooo’s idea to design the gun with no trigger guard. Not only did s/he get this point, it was doubled for twins. TWINS! Psat’s chuckles could be heard throughout the odious craft until Tak’lon tore his/her own ears off. The overworked repair droids sighed and went back to work.

...

The next morning, Daniel woke up with a start- something odd was ... Ohmigod- a foxy babe was kissing and licking his morning hard-on! Ohmigod! The events of the last few hours came rushing back at him! The gun- what was the setting? He did not know which girl was servicing him, but when she saw that he was awake, she switched to full steam ahead. Daniel would have sworn he was done, spent, kaput for a while, but she was determined, sexy, and sneaky! She was playing with his asshole! His asshole! She was dragging her long nails softly on his bare tummy- it was flinching and twitching in response. ‘Ohmi ... GAWD!’ He thought as she sucked what seemed like his very soul out of his meat. He fell back, wasted, spent, pooped. She stood up and called for Nora, who appeared promptly and helped him figure out who was who. The two of them gave him a bath that felt like heaven, then got him dressed and fed him an excellent breakfast.

As he ate, he was puzzled- the two of them were talking, and it sounded so odd.

One: “So what are you wearing tonight?”

The other: “Well, I was going to go with the school girl look. I always get a lot of tips with that outfit”

The first: “Totally! Maybe I’ll go as a stern schoolmistress! We can do a little S&M and stuff!”

The second: “That would be so awesome!”

... and more along those lines. The two did not seem to think it odd that they had changed, and they seemed to have some job together- as strippers if Danny put the clues together right! He was noticing that the house was subtly different as well. Pictures of his sis and mom were gone (although there were a couple of his mom and dad from long ago), and there were a lot of pictures of the two girls and Danny- and the pics of the girls were usually quite revealing! The décor was a bit brighter and more off-beat than he remembered it. He was pretty sure there was not a big brass pole in the living room before, either. He then realized that he had never seen what they were wearing before. One was wearing a see-through black lace robe and the other was more fully dressed in white skin-tight shorts and a light blue T-shirt that revealed a mile of cleavage.

Daniel was dying of curiosity. “So, where’s mom?” he asked. The girls exchanged a quick look.

Black lace robe replied “Mmm, Danny, remember? Mom passed away a few years ago, and you came to live with us- your older sisters?” The moment she said that, he suddenly remembered it. Odd- he had two different memories of growing up. Of course, he did not have any friends in either version, although in the newer version, he knew that guys would kill to be his best buddy if it meant that they could be near his sisters! He also ‘remembered’ that the girls were really, really into sex and loved having sex with him! Ah, sweet memories!

(If Danny knew how hard Tak’Lon had to work to reweave reality so s/he could score at least a pity point out of the deal, he would have been impressed. Horrified enough to rip his own brains out at the sight of the B’Naf’By, but impressed nonetheless.)

With a start, he realized that he had to get moving to get to school on time and they escorted him to the door, sending him off with a loving pat to his re-stiffening cock.

As he left, he saw Trixie leave as well. They walked together for a few blocks sometimes, and naturally fell in together again. “How are your thisters?” She asked.

“Fine”, he replied- apparently, the change was pretty extensive. “How are you?” (He was wondering how she remembered last night, if at all.)

“I’m OK. I didn’t do much lasth night. I guess I fell athleep or thomething. Oops- there’th the bell. Bye!” Daniel was suddenly conflicted. She was a lot of fun yesterday- and quite different than his new sisters, more like a girlfriend somehow. So ... should he zap her permanently, or just use a bunch of charges to change her temporarily?

He was thinking about her, and what changes he would make when he zapped her (having decided to just go ahead and do it permanently), when one of his classmates jostled him from behind. “Watch where you’re going, nerd” the bitch called out as she strode past him.

Angela. One of the banes of his existence. She was the head of a clique of girls that thought of themselves as hip, snobbish, and vaguely goth. They were ‘too cool for school’, skipped a lot of classes, tended to smoke, had no use for the cheerleaders or jocks, and gave the ‘lower class’ kids nothing but grief. Most of them had at least some money, a few of them were actually quite attractive (except for the habitual scowls and ugly makeup), and a couple of them were really pretty decent people apart from the group.

Angela herself was attractive- trim body, great features and hair. She carefully dressed to both advertise that she did not care about society or others, and to subtly show off her hot body. Today was no exception. She was wearing tight black biking shorts, heavy Doc Martens with thin black socks, a short cut tight black silk t-shirt with a scoop neck, an artfully ripped black sweater/shawl thing, and a wrap-around skirt that was fraying and tied up on one corner. Her thick black hair was worn loose and long, and her makeup was skillfully applied to shout ‘goth’ and hint ‘too sexy for you’. Angela had tried to convince her teachers and others to call her Demonica, but it was one of the few instances where she did not triumph. Instead, she took to Angelica as a sarcastic name for her dark appearance.

As always, Daniel was torn between rage, humiliation, and lust looking at her. He pulled the gun for the first time intentionally, aimed and fired at her- not noticing the banana in her hand until it was too late. He still had not figured out what a ‘kiblat’ or whatever it was really was, but the banana was only a few inches away- that HAD to be within the critical range.

When he pulled the trigger, he was thinking that her body would not change much (tits), hardly at all (tits tits tits), almost no improvements needed on her (TITS!), but her attitude would shift to make her massively infatuated with him- absolutely obedient to his every whim, creaming at the very thought of his existing on the same planet as he does.

What Daniel did not know is that fruit introduces a random effect into the mix. Tak’Lon and Psat’Dooo added this to make the wager a bit more ... interesting. In Angela’s case, she suddenly gained an overwhelming oral fixation (well, what did you expect- it WAS a banana!), and she became Japanese. Not just Japanese, but a living ‘anime’ schoolgirl character.

She shrunk a little, but not everywhere. Her breasts rose like they were filling with helium. Angela’s chest was probably a full B-cup but she was leaving that far behind. The tight T-shrt was getting tighter and tighter as the already low-cut neck widened to show a line of cleavage that was getting longer and deeper. The tight T was further challenged by a pair of bullet-like nipples growing against the fabric.

Her eyes became huge, wide, incredibly violet, and took on a slightly exaggerated slant. Her nose dwindled to almost nothing as her mouth formed into a puffy lipped pout. Her cheekbones rose, changing the shape of her face to a delicate triangle. Her neck became swanlike as her skin tones shifted to a yellowish tan. Her waist narrowed almost to nothingness as her hips flared dramatically, tapering away to incredibly slender legs and tiny feet. Even her hair, the most Oriental feature she had, shifted, taking on a silkier texture.

She was still walking away from Daniel as her long strides became smaller and smaller steps, and she began to feel sad. Every step was taking her farther from Him! Every cell of her body sensed and longed for Him, she could even smell Him behind her. Why was she moving away? She quickly turned and ran back, stopping a few feet from Him to suddenly drop to her knees before Him, bowing deeply.

“This one is so sorry, lord Daniel-san. How may this one serve you?” Ohmigod! People were looking. Some were open-mouthed at the sight of this pretty delicate girl worshiping this geek. Daniel quickly took Angela’s hand and took her to a quieter part of the school grounds. She moved behind him, eyes properly downcast, taking short steps that seemed like some sort of dancing hop as she tried to keep up with him. When he turned to look at her again, her clothing had changed. The ripped black goth stuff was now pristine and white- a sailor-type shirt over an almost embarrassingly short pleated skirt with pink trim. She had long pink ribbons tying off two big fluffy pigtails, pink briefs that showed with every breeze, pink and white striped stockings, and tiny white shoes with pink laces. Her beaten black leather backpack was now a white wet-look shoulder bag with the cutest cartoon frog Danny had ever seen.

She stood there, holding her hands in front of her, head and eyes cast to the ground in a posture that screamed out abject subjugation. He took her tiny chin in his hand and tilted her face up to look at her sparkling purple eyes. She broke out in a smile that looked like a sunrise and lifted her arms to gather him into a big hug, being sure to press her warm bosom against him encouragingly. She licked her lips- her mouth felt so empty and her little cunny was so lonely, so moist. She risked kissing him, and slipped her long slender tongue instantly into his startled mouth. She felt his erection grow even more against her tummy- his Caucasian penis felt so huge to her! She was sure he would split her in two when he screwed her- and she could not wait!

“Angela, what happened to you?” Daniel managed, coming up for air.

“Angela?” She replied with a sexy little oriental girl accent. “Daniel-san, this one is called Neko. This one is your loving servant and sex slave. Please let Neko service you!” Her wandering hand left little doubt by what she meant by ‘service’. She had changed so much. She looked like a 16-year-old dressing as a pre-teen, her name was different, she was speaking in third person, and she was ORIENTAL for crying out loud! It had to be the banana! This was nothing like he was imagining- he was not complaining, but it was nothing like he imagined!

The bells began to ring and Daniel promised Neko she could service him later in school. She was delighted with the news even as she was saddened she had to wait. She gathered her bag and went off to her own classes.

...

Fortunately, in space, no one can hear you scream, which means that no one heard the cacophony blasting forth from the orbiting heap ... er, ‘ship’. Tak’Lon and Psat’Dooo were embroiled in a shouting match over who got to score that point loudly enough that the sheer fury of their words were blasting chunks of flesh from each other. When the Artificially Intelligent Rulebook cleared its throat to rule on the issue, they both blasted it without a pause in the discussion.

...

The morning went quickly for Daniel. He was furiously scribbling notes and ideas to use the gun, paying only enough attention in class to get through. He kept noticing people and thinking about what he would do to them. He even absently answered a question in math class with “Deborah”. Oh my god- the humiliation THAT caused ... Especially as the lovely Deborah sat just a few rows in front and to the side of him. The look she shot him! It made him shrivel up. He thought about the gun ... and just as quickly tried to thrust the thought away.

Thrust. Thrusting. Thrusting between Deborah’s creamy thighs. NO! Oh my God- he has GOT to get his act together! Trixie, his new sisters, Neko ... he certainly did not need Deborah too, did he? Well ... did he? He desperately tried to ignore the little voice deep inside him shouting ‘yes’ as loud as it could.

Thankfully, his inner debate was cut short by the bell. Deborah and her posse took off as if shot from a cannon, shooting Daniel a parting smirk. OK, maybe he COULD use the gu ... no, better not.

Curiously, people were treating Daniel differently. Guys high-fived him, even knew his name ... even called him Dan! It took a while, but he figured out that it was either because of his sexy sisters or, more likely, residue from having a hot love slave bonded to him. For some reason, this seemed to make a lot of guys think he was pretty cool. Huh. Daniel. Cool? The mind boggles, but somehow the concepts seem to be coming together.

Apparently, some of the girls thought it was cool as well- some of the hottest girls in school smiled at him, seeming to wonder how he had enslaved someone as hot as Neko. By the code of coolness, he must somehow be cool himself. Of course, a few girls took it upon themselves to denigrate him for his Neanderthalish treatment of other women, but who the hell cared? He had a hot girlfriend a mere ray gun shot away, a hot Oriental sex slave, and a pair of the hottest women on Earth waiting back home to fuck his brains out!