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The consistent sound of wheels on hardwood floor were slowly driving Jonah up a wall, though his spot up there was often taken up by the source of the noise, a hyper bratty preteen shit who had been unceremoniously dumped on him by his best friend Dylan. Though given how much of a shit he was and how sudden this all had been, he was seriously considering whether he should demote him to just 'friend' for this.

"Hey! Hey! You see this? You see this?"

It didn't seem to matter how little he reacted, the endlessly energetic kid desperate to get his attention like he was drowning in a pool instead of just doing the same shit over and over and over again. The next time Dylan bothered him for a favor, he'd just have to say no, but it wasn't like he could say no to it now. The little shit was named Finn and had a propensity for talking himself in loops, going from one inane idea to the next, questions stalling as if they died halfway to his mouth, pinballing from games to science to tricks. About a half hour ago he had put his shoes on and Dylan had thought he would be able to keep his distance outside like he was quarantining from the annoying, but instead Finn had started talking about his new Heelys.

"Wanna see me skate? Huh? Wanna? Wanna see? Me skate?!"

He didn't, but it wasn't like Finn was actually listening to him, the sound of them drilling deeper and deeper into his brain as a constant added annoyance. For some reason, Finn had started circling the couch, every few circles poking the back of Jonah's head as he tried to keep his cool.

"Ha got you!"

He was just a kid, he just had-

"Ha got you!"

Ignore the stupid kid. He was an adul-

"Ha got you!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

He swatted at him, but Finn dodged, sending him a raspberry and giggling up till he rammed into a cabinet right in his shins. Jonah couldn't even savor the mishap, Finn beginning to wail like a banshee, stomping and rolling his shoes around in a tantrum.

All Jonah wanted to do was ignore him, but as it stretched into minutes, he had to make sure the kid was okay, even if he was a pain. Though god he had this high pitched annoying cry that felt like sandpaper in his ears, all of it just making him more and more frustrated as he moved to try and comfort the brat. He kept repeating how he had to be mature, that he had probably been this annoying when he had been a kid.

"Are you ok-"

"Ha! Got you! Thought I was hurt didn't ya?! Ha! Dummy!"

There was something about being spit so openly in the face that made his restraint fade, Jonah's temples flexing as he tried to hold his anger in, but when he thought that his cry had been annoying on purpose, he couldn't help the thoughts that leaked out in a rage.

"God why do you have to be so annoying?! It's not cute it's just stupid! Just grow up already! I hate brats like you, someone my own age'd be better company..."

There wasn't any joy in the outburst, Jonah feeling like an ass. Here he was yelling at his best friend's younger brother, getting into a screaming match like an idiot. He just couldn't sustain his anger, which was weird since it had been so easy. It was like something was missing, taking a moment to realize that Finn was being unusually quiet.

No it was worse than quiet, the mumbling nonsense soft, but audible, the preteen's body jerking as he frothed at the mouth. Before Jonah could panic about him having a possible seizure though, the first loud crunch of bone made him jump, a sound like fat frying in a pan following as Finn continued to shake violently. It took a few crunches to notice what was happening, more of his midriff bared, the reedy soft waist pulling tight as lines carved into the muscle, the fabric of his shirt stretching as his form slunk to the ground, broadening before Jonah's very eyes. Hair sprouted in a scraggly mess around his chin, the baby fat burnt away, an awkward O of it around his navel as Jonah came to a realization.

Somehow, Finn was getting older. His shirt was stretchy so it at least seemed to be hanging on better, but his pants were tearing at the seams, his feet stuffed into the Heely's as his spasming gurgles slowly deepened in register. What skin peeked out between the tears in his jeans was dotted with hairs, the former eleven year old at least at the tail end of his teens, if not the early twenties, the scraggly neckbeard patchy and awkward, his eyebrows merged into a singular unibrow from the sudden hormonal shift and growth. With a shudder, a loud rip tore open Finn's zipper, more splits forming in the denim as he gave a confused groan, staring up at Jonah in horror first, then pain.

"OWWW OW OW GAH! JONAH IIIIIT HUUUUURTS! WAAAAH WAAAH!"

It was rather unsettling seeing what looked like a grown man bawling on the floor, clearly in pain from the too tight clothing, crying and thrashing as Jonah began to panic. What do you even do for something like this? Take them to the hospital? Call the police? Get a psychologist? Fuck how was he going to explain this to his brother, what could he even-

"WAAAAAH JONAAAAHH HELP ME! JONAAAAAH! WAAAAH WAAAAH! WHY AM I SO BIIIIIG? NOOO THIS SUUUUUCKS! I FEEL GROOOOSS! OWWW WAAAH WAAH!"

In his ever surging panic, Jonah lashed out, yelling, "I DON'T KNOW! YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A BITCH! EITHER LET ME THINK OR CLEAR YOUR HEAD AND TAKE CARE OF IT YOURSELF!"

Again he found himself screaming at him, frustrated and panicking under the overwhelming stress, trying to think of what could have caused this to happen.

Thinking back, it had happened after his outburst, a nervous  realization slowly clawing its way to the front. He had told him to grow up right? The thought made him break out in a cold sweat. Surely that couldn't be it. Words didn't just make someone older. And he had just yelled too so if that was the case then Finn would be- Wait was he being quiet again? He didn't want to look, but he had to, trying to remember what he had just said as Finn began shaking once more.

Rather than frothing at the mouth, this time it was a consistent noise repeating gently, Jonah grimacing at the familiar almost afterthought grunts meant. It was the sound of enjoyment, the torn zipper and long since bisected waistband of his tighty whities parting as he gave an involuntary shudder, his cock beginning to rise. The same little grunts continued as Jonah found himself unable to look away from the bizarre, upsetting sights. It wasn't just the erection, but the skin around it, hairs he had recently grown plucking themselves with a series of coos, the flesh goosebumping as the unwanted hairs were uprooted entirely, rejected as the remaining lumps were flattened down by the changes running through him.

It was bizarre to watch, their fingers twitching as nails grew shinier, longer, the joints cracking as they slimmed, Finn beginning to feel up his own body as the hairless patches spread. His hips moved in a stirring motion, his erect junk smooth and hairless as his thighs moved up and down around it as the skin cleared, paling to a clear looking cream as they swiped by in soft, frictionless coos. Finn's eyes rolled upwards, lashes fluttering as they thickened with mascara, the unruly crop of a unibrow plucked down the middle and shaped into tapered commas, each one wriggling as the lines of his forehead flattened and paled.

There was a sound like an eggshell breaking, the soft coos rising to pleased groans as his brow curved inwards, his rolled up eyes angling slightly as they turned almond shaped. Another crunch and his nostrils flared, the bridge crinkling upwards. His slender hands played with his cheeks as they rounded and scrunched, his lips swollen as he gave a pleased groan. Jonah couldn't help but watch as his Adam's Apple bulged up and down with each moan, receding before his eyes as the male tenor quivered up, the whole neck squeezing as the pleased cries rose to a husky, feminine siren.

His tangled brown hair combed itself out, any curls flattening, the brown color bleached out past the roots as the windswept bangs fluttered over his left eye. There was a certain inviting look in Finn's eyes, lashes fluttering, a certain iciness to the glare that wasn't all hatred but more like he was being appraised, his lips pouting as gloss smacked them together in a way that made Jonah's crotch tighten up a little. That moment was broken by a sudden wince, his eyes closed, Finn hugging his own shoulders as the blades spasmed. His beefier arms made the squirming lumps of flesh visible, that crisping oil sound swelling as some kind of force dragged his shoulder blades inwards, the muscle and bones grinding as Finn's features screwed up even tighter.

"Ahh."

He was grinding his back against the cabinet, pushing down on them, hugging them as tight as he could as the squirming muscle parted.

"AHH~!"

CRUNCH

"F-HUU-UHH-UHHHCK~!"

It sounded relieved and aroused in the same breath, his shoulders rounded as his frame shrank, the muscles in his back and arms deflating to something softer, rounder, more alluring.

"Mmm~ fuuuck hehe..."

He licked his lips, the smirk reappearing, working the word 'fuck' over in his mouth like it was a revelation, finding all the nuances he could bring to the dirty word, clearly liking the way it rested on his tongue. He was certainly going to be saying it a lot in the next few minutes, his tongue suddenly lolling, all that siphoned muscle having to go somewhere as his nipples perked visibly under the tight material.

"Oh fuuuuuuck~!"

His hips thrust, cock gleaming as precum wetted the tip, a needy cantor to his voice growling out as he hugged his waist, his entire abdomen giving a sudden, forceful retraction as drool splattered from his slack-jawed face. It happened in waves, his flat waist sucking in in sudden, spasming breaths, the slightly toned muscle flattening with each pleased whine. His hands couldn't stop feeling it up, looking like someone high off Ecstasy, each touch adding to what sounded like a mind blowing build up of pleasure as his sides curved inwards, starting to look really sexy as he gyrated his body to some unheard rhythm of bliss.

"OH OHH F-HYUUUUUCK~!"

Jonah could hear the muscle shifting, watching as Finn's entire core squeezed, ripples of mass rolling up his form as they surged into his erect nipples, each swell followed by an even louder squeal of pleasure and a spurt of cum from his cock, smearing his thighs as they vigorously rubbed together. It wasn't just a twitch or a tingle in Jonah's cock any more, he was hard. It didn't matter how wrong it all was, Finn was moaning like a woman in a porno, his waist scrunching tighter and sexier, his hands teasing his navel to an appealing oval while his hands teasingly moved up to his surging breasts. He was loving it, whatever the fuck it was, squealing out the horniest sounds Jonah had ever heard as he pinched his nipples and pulled.

"AHH AHH AHH F-HUUUUUUCK YESSSS! FU! UH! UHH! UCK! YESSSSS!"

They swelled, his back snapping against his repeated thrusts to the cabinet, orgasmic wails leaving Finn's mouth as two perky mounds jiggled in the tight grip of his shirt as he grinded his body up against the support, giving a final, lusty squeal as he came over and over, groaning as the releases finally settled down some. Finn gave a pleased groan as his body slid back to the ground, his cock softening as his slender waist heaved up and down, smirking as he tugged on his shirt to give Jonah a peak of his new breasts, a tattoo coiling over his left arm as he teased his stunned babysitter.

"Mmm~ fuuuck... Like what you're seeing perv?"

Jonah hadn't expected him to start the teasing, always having a thing for the slightly bitchy, teasing doms and it seemed like his choice of words from before were turning Finn into just that, his smirk full of that mix of demeaning and playful controlling power that always got him worked up in a girl. But even if this was like a wet dream come true, he couldn't just take advantage of him like- Er, was he even a 'him' at this point? Sure 'he' had a cock still but it wasn't like he seemed all that worried about losing- No he was getting off track. The point was that this was clearly wrong on like, a hundred different levels! Now if she could just stop giving him those eyes so his dick could stop appreciating it...

"Th-This isn't right! I mean yeah you were annoying, but I can't just-"

"Oh you don't have to sugarcoat it babe. I was a stupid little shit wasn't I?"

She gave another teasing grin, rolling her hips as she laid on her sides, her hands beginning to run over the flat bony squares of her ass.

"What? Did you think I was brainwashed or something? Where was that fire you had before. Don't tell me you're getting soft on me y-oooh~ horny piece of shit."

Her hips were starting to spread, her insults peppered with moans the more she pulled on them, her cock twitching as it got hard again as the bony angles rippled and softened. She was making it clear this was a show for him, uncaring of his protests as her hands pinched the muscle, moaning as it bloated under her perverted gropings.

"B-But you're becoming someone-"

"Better? Y-eaaah~ I NNGH knoooow..."

Whatever he was going to say stalled as she suddenly gasped, moaning as her hips crunched apart, her ass swelling thicker and thicker, making her breasts look paltry in comparison as a filmy mix of cum pooled between her thighs.

"Staaaahp pretending you ah-ah-ahren't turned ahhhn by- OHH FUUUCK~!"

There was a meaty sounding series of squishes, Finn having that just fucked note to her cries as her bloated ass cheeks clapped together, the absurd thickness spreading down her thighs as they swelled around her cock, swaddling hit, hiding the leaking shaft as she came out the last of her spunk, giggling and cursing as her socks merged with the tatters of her pants, turning to thigh high stockings. She was not making it easy to say no, every action its own tease, her eyes hungrily staring him down as she came.

"F-Finn-"

"It's Fiona now, and you better not just stare you dickless little wimp. I know exactly what you want, and I know you're loving this view aren't you perv?"

She wiggled her ass to accent, giving him a full view of her new rear as she suddenly bucked, moaning as the final changes ran through her.

Her shredded underwear had reformed into a black thong, teasing her leaking cock as she shifted slightly, pulling up her shirt to reveal as much ass and abs as she could, sighing as her legs twitched.

"I'm ahhhlmost duhhn okay? Ahhhnd I f-huuucking need suhhmo- OHHH~!!!"

A clear shot spilled from her cock as her legs flailed, Fiona's balls clenching under the rubbing of the thong, making her go bug eyed as they pulled inside. Her stockinged calves shrunk as they wheeled about, her moans making it even more of a show as they slimmed down cutely, her painfully restricted feet scrunching to fit the child sized shoes, the wheels of her Wheely's spinning around and around as a wet tear spilled cum along the floor, her balls swallowed down a throbbing, aching slit that she presented to her former babysitter like an offering to the gods.

"I can see your fuuuuhking stiffy. And I'm g-huuunna need a cock between one of uhhs."

She could see he was still looking unsure, rolling her eyes as she spread her legs wider, giving a menacing lilt to her thirsty words.

"Besides, we both knohhhw you did this. But what if it's not juhhhst you? You made me your bi-IIITCH~"

She was cut off, grinding against nothing as her cock softened, moaning as it sunk partway into her, the soft mass doing little to satisfy her need to cum, teasing the walls of her throbbing slit more than fucking them to completion.

"I swear if y-HOO~ k-heeep dawdling about like a fucking wimp I'll make you my own- m-my Ohhhw OHH OH FUCK IT'S- YESSSS~!"

Cum sprayed from her pussy, lubricating her cock as it pulled inside, stirring her insides, turning her on more than she even knew was possible. Fiona squealed as the tip of her cock was pinched, unbearably sensitive as it sucked into her slit, each throb growing the puddle underneath. It was teasing her to the edge, making her scream as it tightened and shrank, a pink pearl glistening as it rubbed against her thong, the last of her shaft separating from it as it stabbed deep into her guts, feeling something twist and pop deep inside her as she desperately thrusted, giving him a hungry, controlling look, making it clear he had no options as the wheels of her Heelys slowed to a stop.

"Now fuck me Jonah or I'll make sure that worthless cock of yours is just for show. And finger myself till you're an even hornier slut than me."

Jonah felt bad that this was getting him this horny, even her threat sparking something in his brain as he unbuttoned his jeans. Really he had no choice. He had to listen to her. She was the one in control. Totally just something he had to do because of the threat and not just because of her 'fuck me' eyes and her fat ass and the way her thighs were spreading like a bear trap, ready to squeeze and ride him for all he was worth. Besides he did have to take responsibility for causing this even if he had no idea how. He had to thank his friend for making him babysit, ready to enjoy the rest of the day as she cooed him onwards. He had asked for better company, and Fiona seemed to be the best.