The Unethical Fairy Godmother 5

Sarah and Mike had been dating since middle school and had been together for a long time. Both were 19 now, ready to leave high school and after the summer, go to college. It was a warm evening and the sun had just gone down on the urban home of Sarah's family, where they were staying tonight. 

Mike was busy finishing the administration for the final stages of his college application, all his important papers on the kitchen table, when Sarah suddenly came from behind him and shouted: "Booh!!" Mike jumped in surprise, knocking over his water glass all over his papers. He turned to see Sarah standing there, her hair slightly mussed from where she'd been lying down, wearing just a thin tank top and shorts. Mike stared at Sarah, his surprise quickly giving way to frustration as he saw the water-soaked papers. "Sarah! What the hell? I was almost done with these applications," he said, his voice rising in annoyance.

Sarah gave him back a snarky look, blowing her blonde hair from her face. Her cute face contorting into a look of annoyance: "What's the big deal? I was just having some fun." Sarah stormed off, back upstairs, leaving Mike alone with his ruined papers. Feeling defeated, he sighed and started cleaning up the mess, trying to salvage what he could. As he was spreading out the wet documents to dry, a faint golden glow caught his attention. He looked around, unsure where it was coming from, when suddenly a small, beautiful fairy appeared before him.

"Hello there, Mike," the fairy said with a smile, hovering in the air. "My name is Arabelle, and I'm here to grant your wishes!"

Mike looked at her in disbelief. "I'm... I'm not sure what to say," Mike stammered, still in shock at the sudden appearance of a fairy. He wiped his wet hands on his pants, trying to process this impossible situation. "You're... you're really a fairy? And you can grant wishes?"

Arabelle sighed, it was the same explanation time and time again... 

"A child without a mother gets assigned a fairy godmother. Sometimes, there's just a bit of delay, because of all the paperwork and the limited amount of fairy godmothers. But nevermind that, here I am!" Arabelle's wings fluttered as she hovered in the air, her scantily clad body catching Mike's wandering gaze. "Now, what's your heart's desire? Riches? Power? Or perhaps..."

Arabelle winked suggestively, noticing Mike's admiring stare. "Something a bit more personal?"

Mike took a moment to gather his thoughts, his mind racing. Sarah's behavior had been driving him crazy lately, always so immature, so dramatic. If only she could be more...  

"I know exactly what I want," Mike said with newfound conviction. "I wish Sarah to be more mature." Arabelle's wings fluttered excitedly as she processed Mike's wish. "More mature, you say? Well, I can certainly do that!" She twirled in the air, her tiny body spinning in a miniature cyclone of magic.

With a flick of her wand, a golden glow enveloped the room. Upstairs Sarah watched in awe and horror as her form all of a sudden began to change. Her petite figure stretched and filled out, her skin smoothing and toning. Her cute, youthful face matured into one of striking beauty, with high cheekbones and full, sensual lips. Sarah stumbled backwards, shocked, as her clothes became too tight, straining against her newly expanded curves. Her hair changing to become graying and then a dyed blonde. The transformation complete, Sarah stared at her reflection in disbelief, hardly recognizing the mature woman staring back at her.

Downstairs, Mike heard footsteps approaching. Sarah entered the kitchen, now a poised woman in her mid-40s, wearing a mature outfit that had materialized along with her transformation. Her now medium, dyed blonde hair fell on her shoulders, framing her sophisticated features. Mike watched in shock at his transformed girlfriend, not having intended to transform her into a milf-version of herself. Sarah tried to speak, but her mind was struggling as well, trying to get a grip on what happened: "Dear, is the matter?"

Mike stared, stunned by the mature sound of Sarah's new voice. "You... you're... different." Sarah examined her hands, flexing her fingers as if discovering them for the first time. A flash of confusion crossed her face.

Arabelle fluttered down, hovering between Mike and Sarah. "Ta-da! All grown up, just as you wished!" Mike started shouting at Arabelle: "What the hell? That is not what I wanted? I wish my girlfriend to be my age! Not some old milf..." Mike's voice trailed off as he realized the gravity of the situation. Arabelle's face flickered between surprise and amusement at his outburst, her tiny wings fluttering rapidly. "Oh dear, it seems there's been a bit of a mix-up," she said in a sing-song voice, twirling her wand idly. "But don't worry, your additional wish might fix the situation!"

Arabelle starts looking around, trying to find a way to grant his wish. At that exact moment, Catelyn, Sarah's mother walked in. Her warm brown hair framing her perfect, mature face and her form accentuated by her beautiful dress. Her eyes looked at you mischievously as she asked: "What is all this shouting? A lover's quarrel between my two favorite people in the world?"

Before Catelyn could react to seeing her transformed daughter, Arabelle fired up her magic and Catelyn started transforming into a beautiful, 19-year-old version of herself. Creating the perfect girlfriend of Mike's age. Catelyn's body convulsed as the magic worked its way through her form, her mature curves shrinking and reorganizing into a lithe, youthful physique. Her elegant clothes ripped and tore, unable to contain her changing body as they magically changed into a beautiful, modern black dress. As the transformation progressed, Mike watched in awe as Catelyn's sophisticated features softened into those of a beautiful young woman. Her once-graying hair now a vibrant brown, falling freely down on her shoulders. The mature demeanor that had exuded from her mere moments ago is replaced by a look of youthful curiosity and excitement. Sarah, still trying to process her own transformation, steps back in shock at seeing her mother's new appearance. "Mom? Is that... is that really you?"

The newly transformed Catelyn looks around, taking in the scene before her. Confusion all over her youthful face. "Mike... What the hell happened to me?" Mike stood frozen, his jaw dropping as he took in the surreal scene before him. The kitchen, once a place of mundane chores and conversations, now felt like the set of a bizarre play. "I... I don't know how to explain this," Mike stammered, his gaze flicking between the two women. "It was supposed to be different. I just wanted Sarah to be more mature." 

In panic he looked at Arabelle, saying: "Arabelle... Please, I wish you to fix this for them! This is all so confusing..." Arabelle's face contorts in surprise at Mike's plea, her tiny wings fluttering rapidly. "Fix it? But darling, I've already granted your wishes!" She twirls in the air, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Though I suppose I could try to make things more... conventional." 

With a flick of her wand, a burst of golden light fills the kitchen. Mike got fully blinded as he heard the magic go to work. When the light subsided, the entire house had changed, still recognizable but with different decorations, different colors. As if someone else has always lived here. He got taken out of his stupor by a soft touch from behind and a whisper in his left ear: "You okay honey, you look a bit tired? Do you want me to relax you a bit?" 

Mike relaxes as he believes everything to be normal again, but as he turned around his jaw dropped as he saw the beautiful naked body of transformed Catelyn, not Sarah, touching him like that.

Catelyn wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling against his back. "You look so stressed, babe. Let me help you relax," she whispered, her youthful voice carrying a sultry confidence that didn't quite match her years.

Mike's mind reeled, trying to process the impossible situation. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the subtle changes, the changed family pictures, the slightly altered furniture placement. It was like stepping into a parallel universe where everything was almost the same, but crucially different. 

"Catelyn, I... how long have we been together?" Catelyn frowned at him in confusion. "Honey, we've been together since middle school. We've been practically inseparable for years." She spun around to face him, her 19-year-old self radiant with youth and beauty, yet carrying herself with the poise of a more experienced woman. "Why do you ask, silly? Is something wrong?" 

Mike shook his head, trying to clear the fog of confusion. "No, nothing's wrong. I guess I'm just tired." He forced a smile, not wanting to upset Catelyn. His eyes wandered to the family photos on the wall, showing a timeline that didn't quite match his memories. There were pictures of him and Catelyn as young teenagers, their relationship seemingly well-established from the start.

Catelyn's face got a mischievous glance as she slowly fell to her knees and seductively whispered: "Maybe I can clear your confusion. I have a good remedy. It does require you to remove your pants, hot stuff." Mike hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from the bizarre situation, but the allure of his transformed girlfriend's mother proved too tempting. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Catelyn wrapped her hands around Mike's thighs. Her young, full lips parted as she leaned forward, her breath warm against his skin. With a sultry smile, she took him into her mouth, her effortlessly experienced yet eager movements a striking combination of youthful enthusiasm and adult skill.

Mike let out a soft groan, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in Catelyn's long brown hair. The kitchen, which moments ago had been the scene of chaos and confusion, now felt intimate and charged with tension. Catelyn's mouth moved with practiced skill, her young body arching with eagerness as she took Mike deeper. His head fell back, his eyes closing as he let out a shaky breath, his free hand bracing himself against the kitchen counter. Catelyn hummed softly, the vibrations sending shivers through Mike's body as she bobbed her head, her brown hair swaying with the motion.

Both of them jumped up scared as they heard the door behind them open and see Sarah enter, looking amused at her daughter fooling around with her boyfriend. "My, my... Cate... You have a room you know... Not that I mind watching you two play around, but it would be more socially accepted to use the privacy of your bedroom for that."

Catelyn slowly pulled away from Mike with a wet pop. She stood up and turned to face her mother with a coy smile. "Oh mom, we were just having a little fun. No need to be such a prude," she said, her words dripping with the sultry purr.

Sarah, looking every bit the mature MILF she had been transformed into, sauntered further into the kitchen. Her heels clicked against the tile as she approached, her hips swaying hypnotically. "A prude? Me?" She laughed, a rich, mature sound that seemed to fill the room. "I think you'll find I'm quite the opposite, darling. Go to your room, you two. I'm expecting my date any minute!" Mike's mind reeled at Sarah's casual mention of a date. His "new" girlfriend, who had moments ago been giving him oral pleasure in the kitchen, now grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the stairs. "Come on, babe. Let's go have some real fun." As they left the kitchen, Mike heard Sarah call out behind them. "Don't forget to use protection! I'd hate to become a grandmother before I turn 50!"

Catelyn led Mike upstairs, her young body moving with the confident stride of a much older woman. She pulled him into what he assumed was her bedroom, decorated with a mix of teenager's posters and beautiful pencil drawings off all kinds of people and animals. As Catelyn shut the door behind them, she pressed Mike against the wall, her petite body molding against his. Her hands roamed his chest as she nuzzled his neck, her breath hot and sweet. "I've always wanted to be a little wild with you, Mike," she whispered, her voice sending shivers through him. Her hands moved to his shirt, deftly unbuttoning it and pulling it off his shoulders. She guided his hands to her hips, encouraging him to explore her body.

As Mike's hands traced the curves of Catelyn's young form, he felt a strange disconnect between her appearance and demeanor. Her body was that of someone his age, soft and lithe, but her movements were confident and sensual. She guided his touch with an air of experience that seemed at odds with her newly youthful appearance.

Catelyn's lips met Mike's in a passionate kiss. Her hands, so recently his girlfriend Sarah's mother's, now explored his body with both eagerness and finesse.  As Mike's fingers trailed along Catelyn's bare back, he couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness. Catelyn broke the kiss, her breathing heavy as she pulled back to look at him. Her young face held a mature intensity, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want you, Mike. I want all of you." Her hands moved lower.

 Mike couldn't shake a weird feeling of jealousy. Still thinking of Sarah as the girl he had been together with for all those years. However, distracting him from those thoughs, was Catelyn mounting his rock hard cock. Making him forget all about his worries for just a short while. As Catelyn rode Mike with wild abandon, Mike let go of his guilt and worries and started feeling her up, losing himself in the moment.

Catelyn's movements became more urgent, her youthful body bouncing above Mike with a frenzied energy that seemed at odds with her inexperienced appearance. She threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure. Mike's hands roamed her curves, his grip tightening on her hips as she rode him harder. The room filled with the sounds of their passion - the slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, and the creak of the bed beneath them.

As Catelyn neared her climax, her movements became more erratic. She leaned forward, her young face contorted in pleasure as she whispered against Mike's ear. "I'm close, baby. Don't stop." Mike thrust upwards, matching her frenzied pace as he felt himself approaching the edge. Catelyn's body tensed, her muscles quivering as she reached her peak. With a cry of ecstasy, she collapsed onto Mike's chest, her breath coming in short gasps, wanting a pause for just a minute. At that moment, betraying his own lack of experience, Mike started cumming oncontrollably. His cock spasming, still inside her tight pussy, unloading fully in an anticlimactic end. "I am so sorry, Catelyn... I... I didn't mean to..." Catelyn, still panting heavily, lifted her head to look at Mike with a mix of amusement and understanding in her young eyes. "It's okay, silly. I didn't expect you to last long with how excited you were."

She slowly slid off of Mike's cock, wincing slightly as she felt his cum dripping out of her. Catelyn reached for the tissues on her nightstand, cleaning herself up while Mike lay back, feeling both satisfied and embarrassed. As Catelyn finished cleaning up, she turned back to Mike with a soft smile. "Hey, don't look so guilty. It was still fun." She leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling back. "And who knows? We've got all night to practice." Despite her words, Mike couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He reached for his clothes, slowly getting dressed as Catelyn watched with curious eyes.

Catelyn, quickly putting on her clothes again says: "Let's sneak out the back door. Mom will probably appreciate it, since she has her date over. We can just get out of their hair and go to Olive Garden or something!" Mike nodded, still feeling a mix of emotions as he zipped up his pants. "Let me just go to the toilet to clean up real quick and I'll be there! You can already go outside if you want.", she said as she gave Mike a cute peck on his lips.

 Mike, left alone in the bedroom, suddenly heard sounds from the living room downstairs. Curious, jealous... confused... He sneakily went down the stairs, trying to get a look at Sarah and her date. Mike crept down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He paused at the bottom, peeking around the corner into the living room. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat. There, on the couch, was Sarah, the woman he had once known as his girlfriend, now a mature MILF. Draped across the lap of a man about her age, bouncing up and down like a practiced porn star. Quietly but naughtily encouriging him with dirty talk he'd never have imagened coming from her mouth.

The scene before Mike was both erotic and deeply unsettling. Sarah, now a mature woman, moved with practiced ease as she rode her date. Her blonde hair fell in loose waves around her face, her mouth parted in a look of pure pleasure. She leaned forward, her ample bosom heaving as she whispered something in the man's ear, her hand casually groping his chest. The man, equally caught up in the moment, had his hands firmly planted on Sarah's hips, guiding her movements as he thrust up into her. The couch creaked beneath them, the only sound in the room besides their labored breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Despite his earlier climax, Mike felt his pants tighten. He unconsciously stepped forward, drawn by the raw sensuality of the scene. Sarah, lost in her pleasure, was oblivious to his presence. Her movements became more frenzied, her mature body undulating with practiced skill as she neared her climax. The man groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he matched her pace. Mike felt a pang of jealousy mixed with arousal, his mind struggling to reconcile the Sarah he knew with this new, mature version of her. As he stood there, frozen in a mix of desire and discomfort, Sarah's date reached up and grasped her breasts, kneading them expertly. Sarah arched her back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her mouth as she reached her peak.

Sarah's body trembled with intense pleasure, her mature form convulsing as she rode out her climax. The man beneath her continued his relentless pace while throwing her on her back, driving deeper into her with each thrust. Sarah's head fell back, her blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders as she moaned loudly, uncaring of who might hear, pulling up her legs to maximize her pleasure. 

Mike, transfixed by the scene, felt his own arousal grow despite his earlier release. He watched as Sarah's breasts bounced with the force of her movements, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the living room. Her date, sensing her approaching second orgasm, increased his tempo, his hands gripping her hips tightly. At that moment Mike heard a whisper in his ear again, "Honey, don't be a creep... That's my mom your staring at with your growing hard on..." Mike startled back, his face flushing with embarrassment as he realized Catelyn had snuck up behind him. He quickly readjusted his pants, trying to hide his arousal. "I wasn't... I was just," he stammered, unable to come up with a plausible excuse. Catelyn's young face showed amusement mixed with concern as she gazed at him. "It's okay, babe. I get it. Mom's pretty hot for her age."

She reached for Mike's hand, tugging him gently towards the back door. "Come on, let's get out of here before things get any weirder."

And with that the young couple left the house, this weird day the start of their new lives. 

Arabelle smiled as she watched them from her hiding place. "All in a day's work!"

 

A promise made... #1

Your heart pounds in your chest, as your mind races with all the possibilities. The promise you once made to Will, so lightly spoken without thinking of the consuequences, now threatens to alter the fabric of your friendship. 

Will's expression shifts, his grin now carrying a touch of intensity that makes you feel uneasy.
"Change our friendship?" Will muses, his voice barely concealing a playful undertone. "I think our friendship just got a whole lot more interesting."

You were sixteen when your dad had "the conversation" with you, revealing that the male members of your family have had a genetic mutation in their dna for centuries. The shifter-gene allows you to transform your own body at will and with that, adapt to the essence of that person, however you never really got that final part. It sounded abstract when your father explained it, and it still does years later... But one thing you got from that conversation, was a fear of using those powers. Your dad was really adament in warning you about them, more than advertising their usage. It made an impression at that age.

As anyone would have, you confided in your best friend at the time, Will. After telling him, something changed in him. He seemed way too interested in your powers, at a time when you were mostly scared to use them. To remedy that, you made a promise. You made him vow not to ask about or mention it again until you both were old enough to leave the house. In return, you promised that, as soon as that moment would arrive, you would transform into anyone he wanted and do whatever he said for one whole day. Back then, you believed that the worst thing he would make you do, was something silly like... Transforming into Jack Black, dressing up as a movie character and making a scène at the cinema... You know, fun friend stuff...

However now, 6 years later, you had all but forgotten about the promise, the two of you had just finished moving in all your belongings in your new shared apartment. You had just gone to the fridge to get out two beers to celebrate your new life as co-housing buddies, when Will looked at you intensely with a wide, perverse grin and said:
"Well now, Anton... A promise made, is a promise kept..." 

After discussing back on forth for a few minutes, it was clear that Will would not let it go. Still hoping for the best and... still kind of naïve you say:
"Fine... A promise is a promise... Who do you want me to turn into and... What exactly do you want me to do?" 

After hearing those words, Will's grin becomes almost predatory, showing a very different side to him. A wicked smile spreads across Will's face, his eyes twinkling with a mischief bordering on cruelty. He stands up, looming over you with his tall, athletic body. "I'll need to think carefully on this," Will says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he looks you over with an appraising eye. The way he does it sends shivers down your spine.  

Finally, he stops at your face and locks eyes with you again. "How about," he begins, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "your mom? I've always thought Ella was a total milf..." The room grows still as Will's words hang in the air, the sheer audacity of his suggestion sending a wave of shock through you. You blink, unsure how to react to such a perverted suggestion. Meanwhile Will's grin only widens, clearly relishing the discomfort he's causing.

You say "What the hell Will... My mother? Why would you ask something that fucked up... I would never want to be in her skin, let alone... " 

Will leans back into the couch, a cruel expression crossing his face. Not allowing you to finish your comment, he says: "Tough, Anton. You promised!" The room feels colder now, the playful atmosphere of the moving day, replaced by a tense silence. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach, a mix of regret and anger.

"Fine... Let's get this over with." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. You can feel Will's eyes on you, his gaze unwavering and expectant. You close your eyes, focusing on the image of your mother. Her short blond hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her... mature body... With a final, determined push of mental effort, your transformation begins. The room seems to blur and warp around you as your body begins to shift and reshape. Your short curly brown hair morphs into your mother's styled blond hair. Your strong, angular features soften into the gentle contours of your her face. Your clothes melt away, getting replaced by a soft low-cut sweater and your mom's favorite comfortable sweatpants.

When your transformation is complete, you open your eyes and glance down at your new body. The weight of her large breasts, catches you by surprise and pulls you off-balance. However, Will is quick to catch you and as he holds you tight, he starts breathing in your neck. Not letting go.

"You look... incredible," Will finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes are filled with awe and desire.
Your voice now sounds exactly like your mother's, however... more fragile, scared even. 
"So... What do you want me to do?"

Will's hand moves up to your shoulder, where he grips you firmly. His thumb traces a slow circle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "First things first," he says with a twisted smile. "Kneel."

The floor is cold and hard beneath your newly transformed knees, sending a chill up your legs as you lower yourself to the ground. However, what shocks you more is the wetness you notice in between your thighs, as Will's dominant commands seem to send shivers up your mother's spine... Confused and distraught by the sudden and involuntary arousal you're feeling in this new body, your breathing quickens. Will's smile widens as he watches you kneel down submissively, his eyes glinting with a predatory satisfaction. "Good girl.", he says, still looming over you.

As he steps even closer, his scent, a mix of cologne and raw masculinityn fills your senses. 
"I knew you'd come around," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends another wave of goosebumps across your skin. His fingers tighten around your shoulders, pulling you even closer against him and forcefully pushing your face against his hardened cock which is clearly visible under the fabric of his jeans. You gasp and with an eagerness that shocks the remainder of your rational mind, you try to clasp your thick lips around the form of his cock. Wanting it, hungrily. 

As your lips part, you feel a surge of wetness spread across your mouth as you lean in to take the contour of Will's cock between your lips, desperate to please. You don't know what's coming over you, but it's stronger than yourself. Meanwhile you get hotter and hotter, panting as you feel the sweat running down your back. Not even completely consciously, you pull up your mom's warm sweater just to get some air. Will smiles as he follows your example and undoes his pants: "You're even more of a slut than I expected. How you managed to read my mind..."

There's still a small part of you that wants to pull away, that wants to resist. But the urges and signals your new body is sending, are too intense... You don't know if this is actually what your mom feels all the time, if this is a side effect of your transformation powers, or a bit of both... All you know for sure is that your new body needs touching and that your mouth is watering for Will's thick cock. 

The last doubts leave your mind as his fully revealed and erect cock hangs in front of your face. Without delay your lips engulf his thick shaft and you start blowing him as if it is your utmost desire. As you feel his throbbing member in you wet mouth, you sense how drenched your panties and sweatpants are with your arousal. Your entire body shivers as you keep taking him deeper inside you, as far as you can.

Will's body is trembling with sudden bliss as your eager blowjob almost sends him over the edge prematurely, but he quickly regains control by grabbing you by the hair.
"Calm down, baby. This is not over yet and it won't be for a long time. I want to spare myself for inside you."

You look up at him, begging him with your eyes to stop talking and fuck you until you pass out. Everything to release all your pent up arousal, but he just smiles his predatory smile, realizing that he's got all the control. 
"You are mine, Anton. My personal transformation slut... And before I give you the fucking your horny, MILF-pussy needs, I think you should look a little more my age..."

TO BE CONTINUED

The Unethical Fairy Godmother #4

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The Unethical Fairy Godmother #3

Based on a request by Hopelessly Curious, thanks for the inspiration!
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 "Simone! Get off your phone please... You've been staring at it for the past hour...", her father asked in an irritated manner.
Simone sighed. "I didn't ask to spend all my time today on a three hour drive to uncle Marcus, my least favorite uncle, for one of my least favorite family party of the year..."
Her father answered in a strict voice. "Your uncle has been doing his best to get his life together! Hosting this party is his chance to prove he's managed that."
"I really don't care dad... For me, he'll always be a sleazy, pervy, pathetic man who cares more about spending his money and fucking whores than his family. By the way, I was going to celebrate Easter with Kevin. I hate that I'm missing out on that." 

"Who's Kevin?", her father asked, trying to ignore Simone's remarks on his brother.
"My boyfriend.", she said.
Her dad frowned. "I thought Alex was your boyfriend?"
"Oh my god dad... That's three weeks ago...", Simone said dramatically. She put on her headphones and played her music loudly, while texting with Kevin.

Harry sighed... "I wish her mother was here...", he thought to himself. "Sara would know how to handle her, how to get through to her..."
He knew that Marcus was no good... His brother had gotten a job as some salesman years ago and made tons of money, in every way he could. Marcus never cared for his relations and spent all his days being an arsehole essentially... But for him, he was still his brother, and he loved him. He just wished his daughter could see him in a different light, give her uncle a chance to do better...

Meanwhile Simone was listening to her music and still texting her boyfriend, Kevin. Kevin was handsome, smart... He could be the one! She got a bit flustered. She really liked him. 

"Kevin: I hope you'll have a good time! 
Simone: Unlikely...
Kevin: I'll by thinking of you anyway. Love you! <3
Simone: Love you too babe! <3"

Simone smiled widely, but her smile vanished as soon as she saw her father's sad look in the mirror. She shouldn't have lashed out at him... It was just... She really hated visiting her uncle. She never understood why her father kept giving her uncle chance upon chance to prove himself, failing every time in the process... But that didn't mean she didn't want her father to have a good time tonight and maybe feel some happiness again... After her mother passed 4 years earlier, he had never been the same again. Before that, he used to be happy all the time, running around with a big smile and joking around at every chance he got. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by an incoming videocall that sounded through her headphones. The caller ID said: "Arabelle FG". Confused she accepted the call. On her screen she saw a little creature, with sparkling green eyes and golden blonde long hair. She seemed to be fluttering in the air with her glowing blue wings and she was wearing a scantly green costume that was barely covering her large-breasts and was showing off her long legs. 

"Hi Simone" The small creature on her screen said. "I am Arabelle, your fairy godmother. I have been chosen to grant your wishes."

"What are you?" She couldn't believe it, this thing was her... fairy godmother? It couldn't be..."

Arabelle sighed, it was the same explanation time and time again... 

"A child left by its mother gets assigned a fairy godmother. Sometimes, there's just a bit of delay, because of all the paperwork and the limited amount of fairy godmothers. But nevermind that, here I am!"

"All you have to do is call my name and I will come. Then just name your wish. It can be a wish for yourself or someone else, but only YOU can make the wish."

Simone couldn't believe it. This had to be some kind of joke by Kevin, to make her smile. She laughed.

"So what will your wish be?", her fairy godmother happily asked.

Simone smiled, "Good one Kevin! I don't know how you pulled this one off baby."

The fairy godmother looked at her with a confused look... 

"If you really want to make me happy, Kevin, I wish you would just be here, getting to know my dad. I'm sure you would find a way to make him smile too. And while you're at it, I just wish I would enjoy this party at my uncle's... That would really make my dad happy again."

Arabelle inwardly sighed... She probably shouldn't have shown up via videocall, her fairy godchild was clearly not convinced of her existance, thinking it was some prank by her boyfriend... 
But no problem, she formulated wished anyway! Simone had expressed her wishes, now her job was to grant them. Two wishes at once, this called for some effort. She froze time.

Simone looked in shock as everything around her, herself included, froze in time and the fairy godmother flew right out of her phone into the car. She wanted to scream, but couldn't move anything except her eyes while watching the fairy's magic happen. 

Arabelle started by shooting a bolt of magic to the seat next to Simone's father. In a bright flash Kevin, her boyfriend, appeared in the car. Simone's heart jumped, Kevin was here now, the boy she loved. That was her wish right? Now everything would be allright? ... Right? ...

Simone's hopes vanished as soon as they came as she noticed Arabelle's magic surrounding Kevin once again. She gasped in horror, her boyfriend started transforming in front of her eyes. The first thing she noticed was his denim shirt bursting open, filling up with big, round breasts. His hair grew longer and changed colour from dark brown to a colored, reddish brown. His pants transformed into a very short, white skirt and his masculine legs lenghtened and lost all their hair until they too became the legs of a very attractive young MILF. Lastly his face changed into an entirely feminine face, with added make-up and everything!

Simone looked at Kevin in shock. Where a few seconds ago her boyfriend had magically appeared, there now sat an attractive woman in the seat next to her father. Dressed and dolled up as if she was a natural born woman. 

Simone panicked even harder when she noticed Arabelle snapping her fingers. Another big flash of light surged through the car as time started again, for everything and everyone except Simone. She still couldn't move one bit.

She heard her father's voice:
"Kailey, I'm so happy you'll finally meet my brother."
Kailey, Simone's former boyfriend Kevin, answered enthousiastically:
"I'm looking forward to it too babe, I'm just a bit nervous. I know how much you look up to him."

Simone didn't understand... What was happening... First her boyfriend had transformed into her father's new girlfriend, she still couldn't move and her father and Kev... Kailey were acting as if she wasn't there and for some reason her father looked up to her uncle in this reality? Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed the car stopping, they had arrived at her uncle's.

While her father was getting out of the car he tried to reassure Kailey.
"Listen baby, you don't have to be nervous to meet Marcus. He's amazing and I'm sure both he and his wife will like you. I'm just curious to what they have to announce, on the phone he said..."
Harry stopped talking when he saw that while he was talking, Kailey had unbuttoned her sexy shirt. 
"What do you think about relieving some stress before we go in?", she whispered seductively.

Simone wanted to cry but couldn't, her tear ducts must have been frozen too... How could this have happened. She was still in the back of the car, frozen, now watching as her former boyfriend pulled her father back in the car and started fucking him like a horny slut on the driver's seat.

Arabelle flew into her vision again, but before she could even throw the fairy an angry look, the fairy shot another bolt of magic, this time in her direction. Simone blacked out.

Simone woke up in a garden chair in a big, beautiful garden wich she immidiately recognised as her uncle's. She got even more confused, why would she even be teleported here? 

Using the fact that she wasn't frozen anymore, she ran inside the house as fast as she could. She was furious, if she could get her hands on that fairy... She just had to find a way to fix this. 

While running furiously running inside she didn't notice her own body changing. 
With every step she took her skin aged, her legs became longer and all of her forms started filling out more until she ended up with a sexy, round ass and two big, perky breasts. Her cute, summer dress transformed into a more mature, sexy dress. As she got inside she had aged considerably and looked like an older, 40 year old something, version of herself.

In the hallway she saw her uncle Marcus, instead of pushing him away to get to the front door, as she wanted to do, she hugged him. It was as if her body was moving on its own. 

He started carressing her and moved in for a kiss. Repulsed as Simone was, she couldn't stop him, she just looked him in the eyes. 

Time started to slow down as if someone had put it in slow motion. The more Simone looked into Marcus' eyes, the more she felt her grasp of reality fading away. Her previous memories started to fade and new memories took their place. She remembered how much she loved Marcus, how she had married him years ago, how her brother-in-law Harry was visiting today with his new girlfriend Kailey.
Not even remembering what she was angry about seconds ago she started kissing Marcus passionately. It felt amazing. A heat started radiating from her new, mature pussy and she got even hornier when she felt his bulge press against her tigh. When Marcus started kissing her neck she couldn't hold it anymore and she started moaning loudly. She had never felt this horny before. 

When her husband Marcus, previously her uncle, a man she used to hate, started to undress her top and caress her big, perky breasts she lost her last sense of restraint and all the memories of her being Simone, a teen girl on her way with her father to a family dinner at her sleazy uncle's house, were gone.

She positioned herself on the sofa, a sofa she remembered buying together with her husband, and pulled down her underwear. Seductively looking at her handsome, virile husband. It didn't take long for him to come over, whip out his cock, which she loved so much, and start fucking her as if she were a bitch in heat. 

"Come on baby, fuck me, fill me up!" She screamed through the house in waves of pure sexual bliss.
They both groaned and moaned as Marcus dug his fingers deep in the fat of her plump ass and shot his load in her soaking pussy. 

"Oh yes baby, what's gotten into you. I thought you were excited to announce our news to Harry, but I didn't expect this." Marcus muttered in between his breath. 

"What do you mean babe? What news?" Simone said confused, still in a post orgasmic daze.

"That we're pregnant of course, what else would be our news?"

Simone frowned, she felt confused. How could she forget... Of course she knew she was pregnant. She remembered taking the pregnancy test, celebrating the results by going out for dinner in their favorite restaurant... She laughed it away, not knowing what else could be the reason.

"It must be the hormones, I'm sorry baby. I'm just really excited and nervous at the same time.", she said while planting a kiss on his lips.

"When do you think they will arrive?", she asked her husband.

Marcus smiled mischievously. "They arrived ten minutes ago, but knowing Harry they are first relieving some stress from their drive here." 

They both laughed. "A real player that one.", Simone said. 
"I think I have some of that too.", he whispered seductively.
The heat started again, the desire vibrated trough her body. "Is that so.", she uttered in a husky voice.
Marcus smiled and started touching her which caused Simone to uncontrollably moan with pleasure.
"I think we have some more time. And I'll be damned if I waste that time while you, the future mother of my child, are clearly not satisfied yet." 

Through the feelings of pleasure and pure happiness she managed to utter:
"I love you, Marcus. I love you so much."

"I love you too babe."

Part 1

Part 2

The Unethical Fairy Godmother #2

Timon and his girlfriend Sally were chilling and enjoying the weekend in Timon's room. They were both 16 years old and had been together for 1 and a half years now. They were a perfect couple. Timon didn't have the happiest childhood. He was raised by his stepfather after his mother had died and never even knew his real father. All he knew was that he left them when he was still a baby. His stepfather was a really nice man who had given everything for him. He was just so lonely... Timon had never seen him with anyone else nor had he been with anyone else since Timon's mother had passed. His stepfather also got along great with Sally, which was very important to him. Having his stepfather's blessing made everything even more perfect.

He loved how cool and down to earth Sally was. Very stylish, smart, sexy... Just as things started to get fun, something extremely weird happened. As his girlfriend was seductively removing her sweater, time just stopped and Sally froze. Timon couldn't possibly grasp what was happening. Time STOPPED?! He wanted to scream at his girlfriend, making sure she was alright. But then he heard a high pitched voice:

"Hi Timon" The voice said. "I am Arabelle, your fairy godmother. I have been chosen to grant your wishes."

Timon looked around and finally saw the source of the voice. It was a beautiful, small fairy. Only 7 inches tall.  The little creature, Arabelle, had sparkling green eyes, golden blonde long hair.  She was fluttering in the air with her glowing blue wings and she was wearing a scantly green costume that was barely covering her large-breasts and was showing off her long legs.

"What are you? Well... Rather, why me?" He couldn't believe it, he had his own fairy godmother?

Arabelle sighed, it was the same explanation time and time again... 

"A child left by his mother gets assigned a fairy godmother. Sometimes, there's just a bit of delay, because of all the paperwork and the limited amount of fairy godmothers. But nevermind that, here I am!"

"All you have to do is call my name and I will come. Then just name your wish. It can be a wish for yourself or someone else, but only YOU can make the wish."

Timon couldn't believe it.

"So what will your wish be?", her fairy godmother happily asked.

He could wish for anything... He frowned. It might sound a bit cheesy, but as of now, his life was perfect... He had his loving girlfriend, his great stepfather, he was doing good at school... His stepfather! He knew what he had to wish.

"I wish my stepfather to be in a great relationship, just like me." He smiled at the thought of making his father happy.

The fairy godmother smiled, "Your wish is my command!" 

Arabelle inwardly sighed... He really shouldn't have said the "just like me"-part. Now she really had no other option concerning to how she had to fullfill his wish. 

Timon was excited to see his wish fullfilled, but got confused when he noticed his frozen girlfriend in front of him changing. She was transforming!

She was ageing! She kept getting hotter as she got into her 20's and her breasts and ass grew even rounder as she passed through her 30's. However, she didn't stop ageing there. As she was going through her 40's her breasts and ass started getting saggy, the colour of her hair became a fake red instead of natural and her skin became more and more wrinkled. Finally she stopped transforming, somewhere in her forties. His beautiful, loving girlfriend Sally, was now a smoking hot MILF. He couldn't believe his eyes. Even her clothes had transformed.

He wanted to cry, what had he done. What did he do to her. No matter how hot she still looked, she had just lost years of her life because of his wish! He tried to wrap his head around the situation. What did she even have to do with his wish? Why did she even transform like that? He blacked out for a second.

When he opened his eyes again, he was all alone in his room. Sally was gone.

"What the hell!", he thought. He started screaming at the top of his lungs: "Sally, Sally! Where are you?" He kept calling her, running through his house all panicked. He jumped off the stairs.
"Sally! I am so sorry, I..." He froze as he saw Sally, well the new MILF-version of her, in his living room. Making out... With his stepdad... 

He couldn't believe what he was watching! He still recognised her, despite her elder form, it was still Sally. The girl, well woman, he loved! His heart just broke and his anger started growing.

"Arabelle!", he called his Fairy Godmother. His stepfather and girlfriend/stepmom didn't hear him, they just continued on. Arabelle appeared. 

"Yes my dear godson!", she smiled as if nothing had happened.

Timon grabbed her. "What the hell did you do to Sally?!" 

Arabelle didn't stop smiling: "Very simple my dear. You wished for your stepdad to have a relationship like yours. So I gave him exactly that. Sally and your stepdad have been happily together for 1 and a half years in a perfect relationship. Nobody remembers it any differently. Except for you ofcourse."

The fact that his former girlfriend just started to give his stepfather a blowjob right in front of him didn't make him cope with Arabelle's revelation any better. 

Timon started crying. "This isn't what I wanted..." 
Arabelle came closer to him: "Oh dear, I didn't want to hurt you. Tell me, what is it that you want then? I'll try my very best not to mess it up for you."

Timon snapped at her: "Isn't it obvious?! I wish my stepfather wasn't fucking the love of my life!" 
As soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes widened. "No, that wasn't what I meant either!"

Arabelle smiled again, "Your wish is my command!" He blacked out again.

When he woke up he was still in his living room, reality having changed once again. 

Sally was still the same, a hot MILF, but in this reality his real stepmother. She was still getting fucked, however not by his stepfather. His stepfather had transformed into an unrelated stranger. Someone his slutty stepmom had picked up at the gym just this morning.

And he... He was still watching them, from around the corner. Confused between different memories, but one thing was certain. Sally, his stepmother. The woman who had raised him since he was a little baby, was the love of his life.

Arabelle smiled as she watched Timon secretly jerking off to his fucking former girlfriend/stepmom.

She always felt great after she had made one her godchildren happy. 

Part 1