Perhaps it was providence that allowed baby Jackie to crawl at speeds that should be impossible and without harm. Or perhaps even the perverse magic of the Wishing Stone wanted everyone safe so it’s chaos could rampage unimpeded. No matter what, Baby Jackie crawled into the DeNero household, a place that should not exist at all.
See, infants have no identity. Identity requires sapience, the ability to act and comprehend complex thoughts and emotions. Children don’t start gaining an identity until they can understand that peek-a-boo doesn’t mean the person is actually gone, or object permanence. Baby Jackie was no where near that stage, so when she entered the DeNero home she was destined to remain as she was but with a new last name.
Though like her soon-to-be older sister found out growing up in this reality, living with pornstar parents means having to learn to live with a very sexualized household even if taboos are never crossed.
For instance this morning, Jo was squatting on her heels bare naked with one hand pawing her own breasts and the other shoving her manicured fingers up her crotch, all while her husband Ray did his damndest to gag Jo on his cock. “Ghk ghk ghk!”
Fortunately, whatever perverse source of the stone’s power did not want to involve a child in that, so Jackie crawled her way an unused bedroom that had a crib stored in it after apparent hears of disuse. So while Jo switched positions to the infamous Jack-O pose to allow her husband to pummel her and put a baby in her, an actual baby had crawled into the crib formerly used by Jennifer DeNero in this new reality.
“Oh yeah! Going for tw- Three!” Ray exclaimed as he came into his wife, while baby Jackie DeNero woke up and began crying. A baby monitor not on the dresser a minute ago picked it up and made both DeNero parents happy they were able to finish. “Uh… I can grab some boxers?” Ray asked noting his wife’s maternally exhausted eyes from staying up late in the new reality, and her fuck drunk state not indicating she could actually move.
“I got it.” Jennifer’s voice came over the baby monitor.
“…m sho gla’ sh’ cn hel…” Jo moaned in unfocused pleasure.
Ray chuckled and pulled his wife off the ground and laid her on the bed. “It definitely helps.” He kissed her on the lips and threw on lounging clothes to go make breakfast.
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The formerly William Merlin Jr. was barely a Boy Scout when he had gone on what used to be a family reunion. He’d barely graduated from Cub Scouts as a Webelos and become a proper Scout when his life was stolen from him. So it would be a total shock to a boy still in the ‘girls are gross’ stage of development to willingly enter the guest bedroom of the goth club The Spiked Pit where two young adult women were sleeping.
Identical twins Vanessa and Clair Pierce were visiting their cousin Jamie and had decided to, as usual, pack perfectly matching clothes. They loved doing the whole ‘which twin are you talking to’ and ‘finishing each other’s sentences’ bit to mess with people. The fact they felt so comfortable as if they were one person in two bodies only made it easier. No outfit or clothing they ever owned was different for the other. It just made it easier to pack too, as it didn’t matter who wore what.
So when Will began going through their suitcase and putting on the clothes within, both Vanessa and Clair rose from the bed they shared like a pair of vampires coming out of tombs. They walked down the stairs to the club and, without any hesitation except a silent unknowing scream in the back of their minds, went into separate directions. Upstairs, Will finished dressing in a Victorian Steampunk gothic dress and shook his head.
Belladonna, legally Wilma and called Billie by her annoying parents, Pierce cleared her mind as she ran a brush through her slowly lengthening hair. Each tug going farther and farther downwards till she had to reach behind and pull it across her lap. “I am so glad Jamie is letting me stay here. I’m an adult and my parents still treat me like I’m 6!” She finished brushing her beautiful ankle length hair and adjusted her corset top to make room for her moderate breasts. “I needed this move.”
Vanessa and Clair Pierce had been debating the topic of moving out to just live with their cousin, but those thoughts in one person coalesced into having actually moved out. Bella shook her head and walked to the living room just as her cousin woke up. Bella made coffee while Jamie went over some financial paperwork.
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Selena Merlin wandered completely unfamiliar streets to while in search for an identity. Eventually she made her way to Lake Pointe Hospital and entered an On-Call room where doctor’s and nurses could try and get some sleep when doing back to back shifts. Stripping of her current clothes and opening a locker, Selena put on the maroon scrubs that were inside, as well as the socks and comfortable shoes. At the ER nurse’s station having a conversation with paramedic Zoe Brode, Amelia Meadows suddenly stopped and let her stethoscope and lab-coat with her ID badge fall off her shoulders and walked out of the hospital.
Zoe looked down at her feet and picked up the dropped items. “Hey, anyone seen Dr. Meadows?”
“Here I am! Thanks Zoe, I have no idea who took my things.” Selena Meadows said, taking her lab-coat from Zoe, neither noticing the girl aging or the ID changing. “So, we still up for girls’ night tonight?”
“Sure, if we can get the oth-“
The emergency services radio sprang to life. “10-45C, Officer down! Suspect fleeing! North Monarch at Highland!”
“Get the carts ready, all hands on deck!” Selena ordered, going to help nurses prep a room while Zoe and Luke bounded out of the ER for their ambulance to race to the scene.
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Elizabeth Merlin should not have been able to move. Her spine was practically collapsed in on itself forward and her legs hadn’t moved more than a toe in decades. The fact her face pointed towards the ground as she walked should have gotten her killed. Instead she was alive and made her way to the home of the Black family.
Impossibly climbing the stairs she made her way to the room of Bobbi Black. Though some sports memorabilia remained from the time the room belonged to Karyn Black, the closet Elizabeth opened was completely different. Lacking any and all sweaters, jerseys, and the clothes of a tomboy it was instead dresses and skirts in an almost tasteless pink. Bobbi Black, influenced from her past life of Robert Black that blonde and busty meant bimbo, only would accept true bimbo lifestyle. Whatever sports themed clothes remained were closer to parodies of uniforms than clothes.
So yes, Bobbi Black had still been a sports fanatic. Had being the operative word as Elzabeth grabbed on the bras and Bobbi rose from her bed and went out the door. Elizabeth’s body reversed the aged shrinking so she could hook the bra behind her back, straightening backwards until she was perfect upright.
“Whew. These babies are, like, murder on the back.” Liz commented to herself as her breasts inflated to E size. “But boy do they grab attention! Best! Wish! Evar!” Liz pulled on panties and bounced over to her vanity. “Are those wrinkles!?” She ran a hand rapidly filling with vigor over her face, then pulled down a lock of golden blonde hair. “Nah, just tired I guess.”
Lizzie Black blew a kiss from puffy lips at her reflection, before hopping into her bed to grab her phone and some nail polish. She absolutely had to dish on the amaze dream from the night before!
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Oliver made his way to the home of the Fergusons. The father was a local preacher and the mother and daughter were well known bible thumpers. Pastor Michael Ferguson was a fire and brimstone man and hated how the city was turning out. “Now family, we have worked all night and we have done it!”
“Of course dear.” Wilma Ferguson said excitedly. “We’ll get you in the Mayor’s office and start making things right and proper again.” No one noticed the man enter the house and go the daughter’s bedroom.
Nadine nodded. Absolutely father! We will never let Lake Pointe remain a den of si-” Nadine trailed off and left the table, her parents blinking and continuing to go over the plans for Michael’s campaign.
In the bedroom of the daughter, Oliver was finishing dressing in the clothes so conservative they were from a bygone era. “Now to help faTHER!” Olivia Ferguson grunted in surprise pain as her bra and panties felt like they were going to cut her in half it was so tight, before breathing out a sigh of relief as it stopped. Hesitantly, Olivia reached up and touched the massive mounds on her torso, then the large form of her behind. “Oh Lord, why was I blessed with such a sinful form?”
Oliver Merlin had been very well endowed as a man, and that trait transferred over to his new life. Many girls and boys would claim puberty was kind to her, but not Olivia. There was no way to hide the curves she gained, hourglass putting it mildly with her short stature. “I suppose it’s time…” Olivia said to herself, reaching to grab a rolling suitcase that had not been there before. She made her way to the dining room where her parents were going over her father’s campaign. “I am ready father, mother.” She shyly admitted.
Her parents looked up with different expressions as they gazed on their daughter. Her mother had barely disguised disgust and heartbreak, that the Lord blessed her daughter with a body only good for sin. And her father with undisguised shame… and lust. A sound not unlike a car backfiring through a piano in reverse happened outside, and a bus manifested. “Good, now off with you Olivia. We cannot have you risking your father’s campaign.”
Olivia nodded and left the house to get on the bus destined for Whitelace Academy for Girls.
