Siya hovered over the option, looking between Dan and Liam. Dan looked like am excited puppy, though his posture tried to project his false neutrality. Liam, however, smiled.
"It's your call." He shrugged. "But if if this goes wrong I'm gonna undo it the second I can."
With a deep breath, and a smile, she pressed commit watching as the emitter whirled into life.
“ACTIVATE: ENGAGE. COOLDOWN SET TO. Forty. HOURS. CONTROL REINSTATED ON. Seven. Fifty. Two. Sun-day. STANDBY.”
Dan's heart skipped, a trickle of cool pleasure radiating from his chest; rivulets of transformative energy flowing to his finger tips. He let out a gasp, higher and sharper than he was used to, as his body began contracting in on itself.
Dizziness came in waves, made worse by the fact that aspects of their flesh didn't shrink, but all of him shifted. The parts that lingered smoothed into curves and mounds, nipples hardening as areola expanded, bones straining, their lips expanding while their mouth contracted. Worst of all was the contractions around Dan's nose, reducing it right down to Siya's cute button, stalling a breath in Dan’s mouth. There was a moment of panic in all of them, rising to their feet as he grasped at his nose, before a burst of air brought him. Dan coughed, their teeth and jaw settling, looking out through a new set of darker eyes.
At that point Dan was smaller than even Siya, though only by a hair, his features equally thick and cute, but there was still a ways to go yet. He retreated away from the other three, relishing in the swirling tingle as it flowed over his cock. Grabbing the mantle he looked at the other two, his slight grin saying more than words could, as his cock began to contract. They tried to move in, to support him again, but he waved them away, overcome with the feeling of his cock and balls absorbing back into his body.
His tits settle, matching Siyya’s like most of his features. He had her wide hips, slender fingers, and as he looked on a mop of thick dark hair sprung from his head, stretching down to his modest if cakey bum. He laughed, dusting the hair back, but a moment later the laugh twisted into an ‘ahn’, as a vagina flowered on his genderless mound.
There were just two things left, he thought, and Christ was this going to be the most. He felt like saying something snappy, but his words were lost to another squeak, loins and gut gurgling as his pussy burst forth.
With that the last thing to happen happened. It started as freckles, appearing in greater frequency until these little stars blotted out the pale sky. It looked coomical at first, the darkness looking painted or tattooed, but as it settles it evened out into a golden tawny brown. It reached his - now her - palms, leaving them still quite pale, put the colouration slipped and pooled in the lines and cracks.
Before she could react the wave of expanding freckles consumed her face, the slight tingle settling, more intense on their lips. As the wave raced down it seemed to centralize on Dan’s newly expanded nipples, their pussy, and then pinching around her asshole. Dan leapt forward, into Siya’s arms, settling as the two hugged.
The twins stared at each other for a moment. Siya blushing more, stunned to silence, much to Liam’s bemusement. They were definitely different people, marked out by Dan’s longer hair, and lack of highlight, but that was entirely superficial, the the two of them were closer now than ever. Dan had always been something of an empowering middle sister, in Siya’s mind it felt like the culmination of all those years of pent up forlorn desire.
“Hey, uh, sis?” Dan chuckled. It came of all high pitched, her voice a mirror of Siya. It broke Siya, a tear rolling down her cheek, hugging her long lost twin.
Dan let the hug linger, Siya’s arms latched on. It wasn’t the first overly-long hug they had, but it was the first with Liam still watching on, and the first as sisters. Only after the hug came apart did they finally notice Adam.
Little Adam had been sitting on Siya’s chest, lost staring at the transformation too. He looked a little dizzy, emerging from the hug, from being squished by four above-average-size tits chuckling, goofy grin on his face. More sisters mean more tits indeed, and if that meant more quaratit cuddles that was all fine by him. Dan rolled his eyes, settling Adam on Siya’s shoulder.
“This feels odd.” They said in unison, bursting into a smile. Again, not the first time, but under this context it felt warmer. Dan held his new sister in, hand resting on her head.
“This is all adorable and everything.” Liam chuckled. “But can I use my turn?”
Siya blushed, bouncing over to Liam and joining him on the sofa, leaning against his arm, Dan in tow. She sat at their side, their discussion lost to Dan’s ears as she comprehended their new form. She was a cute little asian girl, her tits heaving with every breath. She pulled her now-oversized shirt’s collar, looking at her dark and expansive nipples, peaked by dark and erect nipples.
“Dan?” Liam asked, the two staring. “We asked you a question.” Dan pretended to puzzle it over, stroking a now imaginary stubble.
“Yes.” She added, pointing at Siya.
“Makes sense, considering you know the culture.” Liam added, Siya smiled, turning back to her sister. She took her hands, staring deep into her eyes.
“You’re not an Alia,” Siya said, “Alia is for well. You are hot, just not that hot.”
“Cheers.”
“Can’t be Saffia either. It would be odd, and too, erm, what’s that word for when letters keep popping up?”
“Alliterative.” Dan and Liam said in unison. She smiled, diving into the various names that Dan wasn’t, often using unflattering terms. Considering their were now identical Dan was caught between clapping back and dismissing her self depreciation. In the end, Dan jus sat there, blinking. As they readied to suggest a western name Siya stopped, finger raised, her eyes starling at her thought.
“You are Urmila!” She squeed, embracing her sister. “Before she passed our Mataji - that's our biological mother - wanted to use that name on her next girl. Around the time Dad married mum, Mataji’s sister actually had a kid, and named her Catherine Urmila, which really pissed Dad off.” She smiled, drumming her lap. “Yeah, you are now Urmila, or just Mila for short.”
“Ladies.” Liam said, pointing at the TV. “While you were discussing what she is, I have been struggling to figure out I is... or well, what I want to be.”