Darren was the eldest son in a wealthy family of four. Although the parents were good hearted individuals who always looked out for their children’s wellbeing, the same thing couldn’t be said for Darren, a good-for-nothing bum that did nothing to contribute to the household as he spent his free time out of the house hanging out with a gang of thugs instead of studying to take up another course in college after he’d dropped out of Engineering.

Despite all his parents had done to steer him off the path of self destruction, Darren seemed insistent on disregarding their concern as he continued to take part in gang fights and other despicable acts.

As kind and patient as they were though, even Darren’s parents had their limits, concocting a wicked plan to deal with their wicked child. If drastic measures was what Darren wanted, then that was what he would get…

“For fuck’s sake, the damn dolts done it again?!”

Darren awoke to the loud bawling of his younger sister as he rolled out of his comfy sheets with a click of his tongue. A quick check of the wall clock told him it was about to hit 12 in the afternoon, his parents had probably ditched the two of them to go catch a flick or something. And they called him ‘heartless’? Darren spat in disgust as he left the room to grab the baby bottle downstairs left predictably by the kitchen table with another robotically written note written by his mother about taking care of the house and looking after Sara, his younger sister.

Although he was a member in one of the largest gangs in the city, Darren felt like he didn't need his mother's nagging to tell him how to care for his beloved sister. Looking after her all the same. Despite his outwardly fiendish appearance, the young man knew how to change diapers, feed toddlers and even being able to keep children like Sara entertained. He was a natural born babysitter...if only he could apply that same enthusiasm to his studies and work…

“There, all done! If anythin’s wrong don’t be afraid to call on Big Bro whenever you want alright?”

Darren left the small toddler happy and content as she drifted back to sleep as he quietly shut the door, sighing as he made his way downstairs looking for leftovers and snacks around the kitchen to slap a makeshift lunch together. It was already an hour or so past the afternoon and he was starving. Darren never bothered to learn how to cook or even make a simple bowl of rice so he ignored the bountiful stock of ingredients, moving past them. Why cook when you can just pop open a bag of chips? Maybe a cold drink would do, he hadn't drank anything ever since his rude awakening.

Opening the fridge door, Darren scanned the shelves and compartments, ignoring the milk, vitamin supplements and other weird containers before he laid his eyes on a pink plastic bottle. More specifically, the brownish fluid bubbling inside as he quickly unscrewed the top before downing the deliciously sweet and gassy drink, emptying the bottle in less than half a minute as he gasped in satisfaction, Coke was something he didn’t mind chugging down on even with an empty stomach and the fact that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet.

But as Darren threw the now empty bottle into the basin, he didn't even notice the piece of paper with a note to enjoy the drink written by his own mother float to the ground as it went ignored, the arrogant young man stomped off to the counter as he resumed his search for food, unaware of the potent chemicals now surging throughout his body as spontaneous changes began to occur as his tummy rumbled, Darren clicking his tongue in annoyance as he continued looking through the shelves for crackers or chips...the pantry looking surprisingly empty today. The only thing remaining being a few jars of pasta cream.

"Those old coots couldn't even be bothered to restock the pantry?!"

Not noticing the slight refinement to his insults, Darren slammed the cupboard doors shut, the vibrations going up his rapidly fattening arms and giving them a good shake as his fingers thinned out into manicured digits as his muscles deflated and lost mass, the same occurring across the young man's body as his entire frame shortened and tightened in one fell swoop, leaving him feeling weirdly lethargic as he knelt down to check the lower shelves, his weaker legs quaking at suddenly having to support his increased weight as he grabbed hold of the shelf to stop himself from falling.

"Woah! Gotta be more careful around the kitchen...should've done my morning stretches…"

Instead of the usual frustration at the absence of potato chips or crackers, Darren reached a hand out to grab hold of a pack of pasta, wondering how best to cook it with the little ingredients he had available as his compact abs vanished, unrestrained layers of fat taking their place like a broken dam as they sagged against the front of his shirt, the solid lines of his muscles replaced by the curvature of rotund, yet petite layers of fat. Further making it tiring for Darren to maintain a squatting position for too long as he grunted while heaving himself to standing position with the pasta in hand.

"Oh dear...maybe some exercise would do me good every so often?"

Darren's unusual quip went ignored as he moved to the kitchen sink, the serum flowing inside of him masking his senses to the physical changes he was undergoing. Darren huffed as he strained to open the tough plastic wrap before resorting to a pair of scissors with a flustered look on his face as he emptied the sticks of pasta into a pot. His wide steps and uncaring gait had been reduced to a slow shuffle as his legs began to rub together, fat piling into his slightly shorter yet curvier legs while his hips began to expand wider to compliment them, his waist pinching inwards to form an hourglass figure all while he hummed a merry tune to himself while water poured into the pot, ready to boil.

As Darren was about to lift the pot though, another high pitched cry from the room upstairs had him sighing as he turned around to rush up the stairway, each step encouraging the oblong masses that had taken root from his once chiseled chest to grow forth as fat and nerves began to bubble up behind his twitching nipples, tenting his t-shirt like a spearhead as the mass eventually inflated into a heaving pair of Double-D's, the hefty assets sagging with slight age and use as Darren grunted in a slightly more feminine tone as he rushed up the stairs with a blush on his rosy cheeks, the plump and curvaceous form not used to the rigours of even the most minor of physical activity as Darren reached Sara’s room.

"There, there, I'm coming baby girl!"

Darren gently pushed open the door to Sara's bedroom as he hurried over to the cradle, the young toddler hollering in distress as Darren lifted her out of the crib into a gentle caress, bobbing her up and down like only a mother would know as he coddled Sara in his new bosom, blissfully ignorant of all the changes so far as he smiled down at her warmly, only making the child fearful of his shifting face as his lips puffed up into a pout and his eyes slanted into sleek almonds. Mixed with his remaining masculine features, it made him look like some drag queen.

"Dear me, what's the matter Sara babe? Don't tell me you've grown ill of me!"

As Darren's cheeks turned chubby while his once gelled mane of blonde began to loosen into well kept locks of silky brown hair, Sara began to paw away at the stretching fabric by her side, instinct telling her that food was only a few inches away in those succulent masses.

With the added pressure of Sara's assault, Darren's shirt gave way as his melons jiggled free of the suffocating prison, flopping and heaving as he recoiled in surprise at the sound of his t-shirt ripping into pieces. Sara happily giggled as she began to suckle on Darren's exposed teats, forcing high pitched squeals and moans out of his mouth as his erect member twitched at the sudden stimuli, a quick wet spot emerging across his ill fitting pants as they began to slide down his shapely legs, revealing creamy white skin devoid of hair as he fell to his knees, still doing his best to keep Sara safe from all the movement as she continued to suck on his swollen nipples, a bead of white fluid beginning to form before dripping down the contours of his right breast as Darren’s body shivered in pleasure. His mind slowly became aware of all that was happening to him as his male identity came into conflict with the sensations of having undeniably female body parts being teased despite the false vision of Sara licking away at his muscular chest the serum imposed over the truth.

“S-Sara dear, you h-have to stop! Something’s w-wrong here!”

Ignoring her caretaker's words, Sara continued to draw milk from Darren’s pillowy breasts as he tried to sound strict and angry, unable to do so in that maternal tone and bubbly manner of speech he just couldn't stop using, unable to find that fury and ire that he had grown so used to throwing around whenever it suited him. In his mind, he knew it had to be Sara causing the changes somehow but he didn't have a single clue on how to stop it, unaware of the true culprit currently coursing through his bloodstream as it altered DNA structures and changed his body at the molecular level.

With a gasp, Darren buckled over as his manhood throbbed with activity; his testicles pulsating and warping as the two sacs of skin retreated quickly into a rapidly widening gash between his thighs, travelling up a newly formed cavity of moist, sensitive flesh to take their place alongside his freshly formed womb, the baby chamber twitching as memories of childbirth and impregnation imprint themselves into his very flesh, an orgasm rocking him as Darren shouted out loud in a mature woman’s voice, his adam’s apple popping and his neck turning lithe and petite as his manhood gave up the fight, letting out one last splash of white as it emptied itself of his now useless semen, the defeated rod shrinking into a tiny nub of sensitive flesh as it settled neatly above the sputtering lips that were her new privates as Darren rolled over on to her back with a sigh of exhaustion as her hair finished growing into a silky mess of brown, the strands glowing in the bright afternoon sun as  they stuck to her seductive features.

As Darren lost her strength, Sara fell a few inches to the floor without harm as she giggled in childish curiosity at the newborn woman sprawled out on her back, crawling over to her before laughing in glee as she tried to get the attention of Darren by playfully slapping away at her breasts.

Sitting up on her buxom rear in a daze, Darren lifted herself off the floor as Sara tried to do the same, mimicking the woman as she babbled in baby speech, gesturing to the motherly figure for a ride as she bent over to lift the girl off her feet.

“Alright you little rascal…mommy’s here! Up you go!”

Cradling Sara in her arms once again, Darren stared at the seemingly innocent child with uncertainty as she fought over her feelings. On one hand, the old her raged to be let out, to be given back the strength and freedom it had been robbed off. While on the other side, her new rational personality and mindset opened a viewpoint she herself had never bothered to look through; A married woman living her dream life with a family of her own to care for, why would she ever give that up to return to being some deadbeat son who would only be a burden to the family? Maybe this was some form of twisted divine punishment? Whatever it was, the new woman thanked them for the gift.

From this point on, Darren would be a thing of the past as Daliah took her place in his stead. A dedicated mother with a paying job and a-if her new memories were right-hunk of a man for a husband who would care for the family. That certainly sounded better to her…but she had to wonder; would she really be feeling this way if she hadn’t had these new memories and personality to go with? A part of her felt conflicted as the old memories of Darren still remained, wondering if taking on the role of Dahlia would be like stabbing herself in the back.

Snapping out of her thoughts though, she winced as she bit her lips to suppress another moan at the feeling of Sara’s warm teeth biting down on her nipples, she needed to get a brand new set of clothes. Putting Sara back down on the cot and assuring her she would be back, Dahlia sashayed out of the room, walking with dignity in each step to her mother’s room as she opened the drawer to look for a spare set of clothes to wear. Elizabeth was a size or two smaller than her so it made her choices that much harder to settle on.

After a few minutes of hard decision making, Dahlia finally picked out a tight blue shirt and the longest skirt she could find in the pile. Clipping on a lace bra as she slung it around her slender shoulders while slipping a soft comfortable set of midnight black panties up her legs, Dahlia blushed as she finally put on the main article. Despite being in her late thirties, her body still seemed to stay in touch with her feminine side. Darren’s memories egged on her horniness as she began to imagine her hubby tearing off those tight clothes and ravishing the mature body beneath as she felt a wet stain grow down between her shifting thighs. Was she too old to be thinking about these raunchy things?

As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, she almost couldnt believe the change she had undergone; The once tall, burly young man with eyes that could stare holes into your soul replaced by a short and frail woman that looked to be in her early twenties, but on closer inspection revealed the age of time evident in her slightly sagging boobs to the rotund layers of thin perky fat that dotted her belly and limbs. For her age, she still looked really good though...almost too good, she felt herself grow hot and steamy as she squeezed her arms to her breast. Lewd imagery beginning to form in her head.

“T-There’s always a time and place for e-everything! There’s still lunch that needs making after all.”

Giggling happily to herself, Dahlia skipped out of Elizabeth’s room to fetch Sara. Maybe some front row seats would be enough to keep her entertained and happy?

–

As the sun shone bright over the midday sky, the lock clattered as the front doors flew open.

“We’re back dear! Everything going-ohh, that smells absolutely divine!”

Dahlia turned at the sound of the door lock opening as Elizabeth and her husband returned home from their outing to see that latest movie together. Her new memories remained fuzzy though, as if there was a gap in her mind about the pair. Her life as Darren however, made her fume internally as she found the very act of leaving their child home with her irresponsible. They could’ve at least brought her along or something!

As her husband left to go upstairs, Elizabeth headed her way as she greeted Dahlia with a warm hug, looking over her at the still steaming pot of spaghetti as Sara sat on the other end of the long dining table, her cheeks smothered in sauce as she ate her fill of delicious pasta made baby-proof. Despite the lack of ingredients, Dahlia had still managed to whip up an amazing dish with what little there was as evident by the heavenly aroma wafting from the pot.

“Nice work there Sis! I knew it was right to leave the babysitting to you!”

At that, Dahlia froze as she heard the words. ‘Sister’?! So that’s who she was to her in this new life of hers? She almost couldn’t believe the two were now linked closer than ever before. Darren’s ill thoughts of his mother bleeding over to Dahlia as she clicked her tongue before staying cool, deciding to play things off as normal before Elizabeth began to snicker, looking down at her body with a smirk as she recognized her clothing.

“Wow Dahlia, looking good there~ Sure you aren’t going anywhere after this? And you told me you weren’t married yet?”

“Y-You’re overexaggerating! It was just a mistake on my end alright? If it's all fine here I'll take my leave now, there's plenty leftover for you and Derrick alright?”

Rushing over towards the door, Dahlia found herself picking up a purse lying by the front door, opening it to check its contents as she lifted a brow at the ID card with her name and picture on it before turning around to say goodbye to Sara, a little irked at the powerful child sitting there with cream sauce all over her innocent face. As grateful as she was, she found it hard to believe the little girl sitting there had been the mastermind behind all the changes, had she really altered reality just like that?

“Take care baby girl! If mommy ever makes you upset, just call me alright~”

As Dahlia shut the front door and left the house, the phone inside her purse began to vibrate as a message came through. Picking up the maroon-red phone, Dahlia smiled as a blush crossed her face at the identity of the sender, typing out a quick reply before hailing a passing cab on the street.

She needed to live this new life of hers with all she had and enjoy it to its fullest.

–

Back inside the estate, Elizabeth was busy laying out the pasta on plates as she took in the delicious smell of the food, noticing the cream covered Sara laughing in joy as she looked eager for the second serving her mother carried over to her.

“W-Well dear? Did it work?”

At the sound of Derrick, Elizabeth turned around with a chuckle as she knelt down to pick up the note lying by the floor.

“Oh, it most certainly did, dear! Mostly thanks to that ‘medicine’ you provided~”

Derrick chuckled as he rubbed his head, taking a seat on the other end of the table as Elizabeth plopped a plate of pasta down in front of him.

“Oh it certainly wasn’t easy to get them to code the specifics of what the virus would do but enough of that…how thorough were the memory and personality enhancements?”

Elizabeth went serene as she remembered how ‘Dahlia’ had looked at her with slight annoyance before leaving her house in a hurry with that last glimpse of uncertainty as she waved goodbye to her daughter. It brought a smile to her lips.

“Whatever it did, it seems ‘Dahlia’ still has some lingering resentment towards her dear ‘sister’, and I think she actually believes our little Sara caused it! I hope she likes the little gift we’ve given her!”

At that, Derrick grimaced as he remembered the deal he’d made with one of his benefactors at the company; that he’d be given ‘Dahlia’ as his loving wife, together with his three other adopted kids making up a happy new family. He knew the man had good intentions but he just couldn't help but feel creeped out at the idea that he had an ulterior motive for wanting to take her in.

“Yeah…about that…you sure it's a good idea? Trusting Greg with ‘Dahlia’?”

At that moment, Elizabeth’s phone vibrated as she received a message on her phone, smirking as she lifted the screen up for Derrick to see.

“I’m sure its fine, after all, Mr Greg here seems very satisfied with his wife. And we get a pro baby sitter to come over whenever we need to leave dear Sara alone, what more could we ask for dear?”

Derrick sighed as he let his vision stray from the image of the busty vixen looking drunk and merry in front of her husband. It was probably indeed for the best. His impudent son put in his place as a loving woman who would help them out and contribute to two families. Fitting punishment indeed.

That night, Derrick accepted the absence of his son as he moved on, sending a detailed report to Greg before turning in for the night…

–

Meanwhile, at a certain pharmaceutical company, a certain medicine would pass the testing phase,ready for nefarious use as its creator sat smugly in bed, basking in the afterglow of their tussle as he fawnedover his wife as she slept soundly in his arms, naked and exhausted after their first attempt at a fourth child…at least to her mind. While Greg had indeed wanted a heir of his own over his three adopted children, he had bigger aspirations in store for the rest of the world as he played with Dahlia’s silky brown hair while reading the newly received report from his colleague, revealing a critical flaw, one that would need fixing immediately as he dialed up contacts and sent mass-mails.

“Contact the bio-labs…seems we need to make the mental conversions and reprogramming stronger before we make this ready for mass-production.”

THE END?