"I'm going to transform you back into yourself, Chelsea," Jeff said. "You'll be a human young woman again. You'll be just like you were. Except..." Jeff lovingly caressed his doll-sister's face and embraced her like a lover. "Except now you won't be a virgin anymore. You won't be able to un-live what we just went through. You'll always remember that you lost your virginity to your brother."
Jeff lay beside his doll sister, petting her face and shoulders and breasts like she was a willing lover. "I gave you my virginity, Chelsea," he said. "I gave it to you willingly, because I love you. Do you think you could ever love me, Chelsea? Do you think you could ever love your brother?"
Chelsea shook her plastic head. Her whole being was a mixed-up mass of latex and semen and shame.
"That's okay, sister," Jeff said, as he began the process of turning her back into a human. Chelsea's body trembled as the feeling built up in her chest. First she felt her heart start to beat, then she drew in a breath, feeling her human lungs inflate for the first time in an hour. She saw Jeff watching her tits rise and fall as she gasped for air, but was powerless to turn away or do anything.
The humanity spread out into her body. Her breasts became tender living tissue—and, ow, she could feel the consequences of her brother ravaging her tender teen titties. As her shoulders and spine returned to humanity, she flexed them, feeling stiff from lying under her brother's lustful weight. Her pelvis and her slit regained feeling, all the feeling at once, the burn from the loving but non-consenting pounding her brother had just given her, the sting where her virginity had been torn away.
As Chelsea's face and head became human again, she felt the tears rolling down her face, the burning blush of shame. She looked at her brother, her lips trembling, and managed to whisper one word: "Why?"
"Because I love you," Jeff said, "and because I lust after you." He slipped an arm around his sister's newly warm waist. "Because I want to be yours, and I want to make you mine."
At last, Chelsea's limbs returned to human form. She shoved Jeff off her and rose from his bed. "You're sick, Jeff! Sick! You turned your own sister into a... a... a THING! And then you stuck your unprotected dick in me! Your own sister. You raped me, you sick fuck." Suddenly she gasped and put a hand on her naked tummy. "Oh God. My own brother fucked me bareback."
"Yes he did," Jeff said, with a wistful smile.
"Is it still in me? Your sperm, I mean. Is my own brother's jism still inside me?"
"Oh, I changed you back into a human, Chelsea, but my sperm was never not human sperm. So yes, your brother's virgin jizz is still making its way toward your womb." Jeff reached a hand toward his sister's firm breast. "Maybe we could make a love baby together, do you think?"
"Oh GOD!" Chelsea swatted her brother's hand away, but a second too late, as he'd already cupped her tit. She reeled back from his touch. "I need out of here." She rose, still naked, and started for the bedroom door.
Jeff waved a hand, and the already closed door sealed itself. There was nothing but solid wall where the door had been a moment ago. Suddenly Chelsea had no way to leave Jeff's bedroom. She turned to face him. He lay on his sex-stained bed, propped on one elbow. They were both still naked from the sex.
"Because I love you, Chelsea," Jeff said, waving his hand a second time, "I will grant you a little bit of dignity." Suddenly clothes appeared on her body. A loose-fitting tank top and shortie shorts. As Chelsea looked down at herself, she realized she was barefoot, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her nipples were clearly visible through the tank top. She must look like some kind of fetish model.
"Let me out of here, you sick fuck," Chelsea whispered.
"Not yet."
"Let me out or I'll scream."
"We have to talk first, Chelsea. About what just happened."
Chelsea flipped her brother the bird. "There's nothing to talk about. You stole my humanity, then you stole my virginity, and now you're stealing my freedom. You're a psycho and a rapist, and I refuse to have your sick incest baby."
"You've already seen what I can do to your body, Chelsea. I can transform you in any way I like. But I'd rather not threaten you, because I love you, and I hope I can convince you to love me too. So why don't you sit down here and we can discuss things, okay?"
"You raped your sister, you sick piece of garbage. I can never love you. Maybe if you'd tried talking to me first, you might've had a chance, who knows? But it's too late for that."
Jeff shook his head sadly. "I guess I have to give you a demonstration of how serious I am about this, Chelsea." He stretched out his hand toward her, and his fingertips began to glow as the Chronivac began working its changes on his sister.