Two simultaneous gasps. It was starting. Jon didn't really want to watch, but curiosity got the better of him.
Zoe had never been curvy. She was a skinny little thing, flat as a board, and androgynous almost to the point of boyish in her build; She'd made frustrated comments about how even flattering feminine clothes didn't do much for her, before she abandoned them and leaned into goth chic. But now...
"What!? WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT THE ACTUAL- Ooooohhhhh!" In the space of a few erotic seconds, Zoe's hips had flared out to pendulous swaying width on thick wobbly legs, her once-messy neck-length hair had flowed out in a raven black silky smooth waterfall to her beautiful bubble butt, any and all blemishes had disappeared and left her with perfect porcelain skin, her face and her lips had plumped up to pouty pulchritude, and even her eyes had changed color, turning from an unremarkable gaze-averse brown to a rich, captivating amber shade. But most of all, her tits...
Good GOD, her tits!
Zoe's imperceptible little AA cups had barely needed a bra before, and now that bra was actively in the way of the new giant things exploding off her gorgeous chest. Zoe moaned as squishy boobflesh poured over and under and around her worthless bra and billowed so big that even under her old grungy T-shirt Jon could clearly see both them and the outline of the struggling brassiere that failed to hold them back. Jon was sure it was going to break any moment now, but actually, Zoe turned out to be faster: with a painful squeal, her newly-manicured hands found their way up the back of her shirt and managed to unhook the clasp before her bra was ruined. It still made a whippy elastic SNAP! once the tension was relieved anyway, and Zoe's incredible new breasts bounced free and settled into teardrops each bigger than her head. Jon gulped. They were bigger than even Karyn's and Sarah's now, and looked softer... more fun to play with... those big puffy nipples looked so sensitive against her shirt... Jon hated himself for it, but already he badly wanted to squeeze them.
"THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME!?" Zoe cried.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO US!?" Linda echoed. She was changing too, and to Jon's chagrin, not getting any younger either. She wasn't getting older per se, the new body still had a comfortable several years until menopause Jon guessed, but the age was manifesting itself differently: gone were the stress lines and the grey hairs and the other little wear and tear imperfections on her body, and in their place was dead weight. Dead, curvy weight that she carried too well.
Mommy was, shall we say, "cuddly" now. Her flesh didn't seem to have near as much of the youthful elastic suppleness that Zoe's had, nor her old body's hardness, instead it was all fluff and softness and fat, like her whole body was a pillowy stuffed animal that you could just hug and sink into and never let go. Her boobs were growing almost as big as Zoe's, but the saggier, not so perky mammaries didn't seem to be exert nearly as much tension on her suddenly-overstuffed bra and contented themselves with just hanging out. They still pulled up the hem of her shirt enough for Jon to see pronounced stretch marks that Jon was sure weren't there before, and otherwise her abdomen was smooth and thin but not particularly toned. Her hair, in contrast to Zoe's straight silk flow, was wavy fluffy chestnut goodness, and to look at her face you'd think she was even more chronically weary than before, but in a round, full, sleepy kind of way that suggested a lifetime of lazy domestic docility rather than hard haggard stress. Jon wasn't sure it was an improvement; by the way she held herself he could tell said lifetime was catching up to her with much more back pain than before, enough that she'd always have to carry herself delicately and carefully from then on.
Jon hated himself for thinking it was kind of cute overall. Cute, and he further hated himself for the way her lower body made her hot.
Zoe's hips had grown wide enough to be matronly, with an ass you could stare at as it strutted behind her. Sexy. Linda was THICC. Her tiny waist turned into enormous curvy hips fitted with a heart-shaped applebottom ass that strutted and rocked and hypnotized whenever she dared to move, all atop titanic thunder thighs that managed to be last things still jiggly and wobbly and bouncy on her soft maternal body. Overall, she was the pear-shaped curvy beauty that rendered all short skirts entirely useless at coverage, and which you would have killed to see bent over, if only to snatch the merest glimpse of her heroic overstretched panties. If she had any panties; unlike Zoe's bra, Jon did hear his mother's panties break at the waist, and saw her wince and whimper at what was effectively a slap in the ass from her own clothing. Jon blushed.
"...I'm sorry..." he couldn't help himself; Jon was already rock hard.
"THE FUCK ARE YOU SORRY FOR... EEK!" All of Zoe's clothes had just unraveled. While she blushed pink and tried to cover her sexy new body with her arms, said clothes were weaving themselves into something tighter, more fashionable, more revealing. Twin skull prints stretched themselves over her breasts as a new crop top started to form around them, cut so low and deep into her cleavage he could see the lacy violet tops of the big new bra forming to hold her glorious new melons... Up from new platform boots nylon fishnet pantyhose crept up her stunning legs and eventually disappeared under a short pleated skirt, held in place with a silver-studded leather belt... Smoky, ethereal makeup expertly and heavily applied itself to her pretty face, and her nails... and all over she was getting new piercings and jewelry, and even an occult purple tattoo below her navel. Jon could hardly stand it.
"It's not your fault honey... Mpmphmm..." Linda's clothes were also in the process of destroying and recreating themselves. Ostensibly, the outfit they were making for her was more modest than Zoe's, except no it wasn't: Those new sweatpants looked like they were supposed to be comfy more than showy, but her enormous milf ass squeezed into them so tightly they ended up showy anyway, and somehow her butt seemed even bigger for wearing them than otherwise. They tapered off to a fit around her thin waist that might've been comfortable, but around her hips they were so tight Jon could even see a hint of her cameltoe. Subconsciously, Jon kinda wished she'd turn around, and consciously he rebuked himself for it; he just knew the view from the back would even hotter. Up top, she was all delicate dainty innocence, with her frilly floral blouse doing its best to hide how overstuffed her absurd pushup bra was underneath (and failing), and a ponytail wrapped around her head and over her shoulder, ending just over the twin mountains that were her breasts. Interestingly, she also apparently wore glasses now, and rather thick ones at that, together with a light and modest coating of makeup.
... No son should ever think of their mother as "cute" like Jon thought of his mother as "cute."
"Thanks, mom, but..." Jon began, then trailed off. The extent to which this was "his fault" was debatable, except there was nobody to blame but himself.
"Why aren't you changing!?" Zoe demanded. Hands on her hips, she leaned forward as she made her challenge, which of course gave Jon a spectacular angle at her spectacular cleavage. "Did you do this!?"
"No!" Jon blurted, but then guilt hit him. "Not... directly."
"YOU DID!" Zoe looked genuinely mortified.
"Jon... Sweetie..." Linda was twisting around to try and get a better look at herself as she talked, which naturally gave Jon the shot of her backside he was subconsciously aching to see. "Whatever happened, I'm sure you meant well. Just tell us honestly, what happened?"
"I, I didn't think you'd notice!" Jon tried in vain to absolve himself. "Usually other people can't perceive the changes!"
"WHAT CHANGES!?" Zoe interrogated with a force that made her breasts jiggle enticingly. "And why am I doing this!?"
That one took Jon by surprise. "Doing what, Zoe?"
"This!" Zoe said as if it were obvious. Jon couldn't tell if she was gesturing to something; her shoulders were rolling in a way that her rack wobble in a way his aching cock found very distracting. "You're fucking staring at it bro, can't you tell!?" Zoe straightened up and clasped her hands behind her back, which end up thrusting her breasts prominently toward Jon. "I'm not... This isn't... I can't explain it, but I can't stop!" Zoe apparently then decided that keeping her hands her back was not a good idea, and so tried to cover her breasts or something. That meant she ended up moreso just squeezing them alluring as Jon watched.
"I feel it too, honey." Jon turned to look at his mom, and was surprised to see she was bent over! His cock throbbed at the suddenly glorious shot of her ass as she retrieved her apparently fallen glasses. Standing back up had Jon watching that delicious backside contract and wiggle as she stood, and that butt stayed facing him as she turned around at the waist, looking over her shoulder and daintily pushing her ponytail out of the way. She put her glasses back on as she said "This... movement... it's not natural. It's like, I'm doing it, but I'm not doing it? Zoe gets it, she's posing too."
Jon's eyes went wide as it clicked. No way... I didn't think... Why oh why, oh stone, would you make my own family unconsciously try to fucking seduce me!? Jon couldn't watch anymore, he turned away and covered his eyes in shame. That didn't stop his manhood from declaring its stiff need any less, but this was too much. "Look, I'm sorry, but there's no point hiding it anymore! Grandpa left me a magic stone as inheritance and I wished something interesting would happen with it and this magic app showed up and now its made you guys into sex objects and I'm sorry I wasn't thinking clearly and I know this all unbelievable but it's true and I can show you! I owe you guys a proper explanation, don't I?"
Silence fell. Jon was sure there was going to be more follow up questions, but it seemed like there weren't. "The app tried to make me choose one of you but I couldn't do it, so it changed you both. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
More silence. This was really unusual... He expected Zoe to scold him, at least. Finally, he worked up the never to open his eyes back up and turn around.
Linda and Zoe were just standing there. Menacingly, kind of. Their facial expressions were totally blank and uncomprehending, and they were both standing up straight and attention... It was like they'd both turned into dolls for the time being. Experimentally, he snapped a finger in front of Zoe's face and waved a hand in front of Linda's. Nothing.
"...What?"
Jon's phone buzzed. The app had another decision for him. Suspecting it had something to do with this, Jon checked it.
Would You Rather...
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... Lose the ability to tell anyone about this App and its effects, and erase any knowledge or memories anyone else acquires about it or their past lives? They'll always just act as if the changes had always been like that, including your mother and your sister.
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... Let everyone notice the changes and freely be able to ask for help and consent from the affected parties, BUT curse those who know about the App to play its game? Your mother and sister will be forced to play if you choose this.
In 14:58, if you haven't made a decision, option 1 will be chosen, but you will also forget about this app and have it removed from your phone. Your mother and sister will then play copies of it in your place, and so will any transformed persons from then on.
... So that was why. Sharing the secret would come with penalties, or else be impossible entirely. Mom and Zoe were thus in a trancelike limbo until the Wish knew what to do with them.
Jon looked up at the girls. He was still very horny, and they were sexy, and currently helpless to do anything. The temptation was there... They'd never know... But Jon now knew better than to keep the app waiting. What to do?
