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James was babysitting his little brother, Timmy, for the weekend while their parents were vacationing out of town. A package arrived one morning addressed to the boys containing what appeared to be a Native American dreamcatcher with a note from their parents. It read: 

For James, hopefully Timmy isn’t keeping you up too late. Here’s a little souvenir to help you sleep. Love, Mom & Dad. 

James didn’t really believe in spirituality or anything of the sort, but he thought the dreamcatcher looked cool and hung it up over his bed. After making some lunch for the two of them and watching a couple hours of TV, James decided he wanted to take a nap. He told Timmy to keep the volume down if he was going to be playing video games and walked back to his bedroom, promptly falling asleep beneath his new dreamcatcher. Being a teenage boy, it didn’t take long for James’ dream to turn dirty. He dreamt of a passionate night with the MILF down the street, Mrs. Hartman. He could smell her perfume, feel her soft skin, and lick the sweat coming off her mature body as his dream grew more vivid. Little did he know that the new ornament hanging above his bed frame was absorbing all the details of his wet dream and beginning to vibrate with energy.

Timmy was about to start another round of Mario Kart when he felt the air around him beginning to vibrate. He stood up and looked around, wondering where this strange feeling was coming from, before suddenly doubling over in pain as his body began to grow. He screamed and fell to his knees as his body began to pop and crack all over, growing and maturing with each passing second. He wrapped his arms around his torso as he felt his ribcage growing beneath his skin, his bones moving under his fingers. He dug his growing nails into his softening flesh as his body rapidly outgrew his childish clothes, leaving him covered in tattered scraps and exposing his feminine new frame. His moans grew deep and sultry as his hips widened to child-bearing proportions. Fat began to well up in his thighs as they grew thick and alluring, pressing his boyhood uncomfortably between his legs. 

Another tingle came from his exposed behind as it began to grow. Years of maturity formed his ass into a soft, juicy peach shape in a matter of seconds. He grabbed a cheek and cooed at how supple it was. Suddenly, another jolt came from between his legs as his boy parts began to fold in on themselves, retracting inwards and leaving a pair of fleshy lips where his member used to be. Confused, he poked his new organ and moaned as an unexpected surge of pleasure rattled his transforming body. Knowledge of how to pleasure himself quickly began to fill his mind against his will. He was disgusted by the new thoughts coursing through his brain, but couldn’t help the growing dampness between his legs. His stomach gurgled as he felt his new reproductive organs settle into place. Before giving in to his new desires any more, he stood up and began to walk to his older brother’s room to cry for help.

“J- James…” the boy wheezed in an alien voice. Before he could make it to the bedroom, he felt another surge of pleasure come from his chest. He braced himself against the wall and looked down as two sizeable breasts began to sprout from his chest. His nipples grew wide and hard as the cold air blew over his exposed body. Another crack came from his spine as his body readjusted to the new weight hanging off his chest. He looked at his new cleavage as tears rolled down his cheeks and onto his chest. He didn’t know why this was happening, but he knew he had to stop it before it was too late. He continued to step towards his brother’s bedroom, disturbed by the new weight jiggling from his body. His new proportions made it hard for him to control his limbs, but as he finally made it to the door, he felt his hair beginning to grow down past his back. His dark, flowing new locks tickled his sensitive new skin, reaching down past his breasts and stopping around his waist. 

Timmy threw the door open and screamed for help, but James was too deep in his dream to notice. Timmy looked at his sleeping brother as an erection began to grow beneath James’ sheets. More dirty thoughts began to seep into Timmy’s mind as his eyes grew fixated on James’ throbbing member. He wanted to fight it, but every moment he spent looking at his shirtless brother was another moment that he felt the heat growing between his legs. 

“James, please, wake up…” he said in his sultry new voice, crawling over his brother to shake him awake. James eyes opened just in time to see a beautiful woman with his little brother’s face standing over his bed. “James, I…I…need…you…”

“T- Timmy?!” James muttered, still half asleep. Suddenly the dreamcatcher shook one last time and let out a blast of energy at the changing boy, forcing the final steps of the transformation to take hold. Timmy screamed as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, moaning as his memories were transformed into that of James’ desire. Sweat poured from his soft, mature skin as his life melded with Mrs. Hartman’s. Years of life forced their way into Timmy’s mind as forbidden knowledge took hold. His face shifted and cracked, becoming exactly what James had been dreaming about. The new MILF opened her eyes and let out a sensual sigh, accepting her new life and relishing the feelings of her new body. She teasingly crawled towards the teenage boy, placing her delicate hand on his rock-hard member and wiping her hair behind her ear as she prepared to give the kid the blowjob of his life.

“Ready, honey? Don’t look so nervous. I’m about to make your dreams come true.”