Daphne (Susan, she decided, was gone forever) stopped along the way and took a "test drive" of a fancy sportscar. She arrived at Horace's house with everything she wanted to keep from her old life. Everyone was gone and the door locked, but Horace's window was still open. She got in and unlocked the door and moved her things into Horace's room. Horace had a much better computer than she did (not surprising, considering her was a teenage geek), so she reinstalled the Chronivac software on it.
She picked a short glaring red dress with spaghetti straps and wore it with red pumps and no underwear and went to pick her Horace up at school. She could hear young boys gasping in shock, especially as she took Horace's face in her hands and gave him a deep kiss. They stopped along the way home for a quick fuck in the bushes, and arrived home before anyone else.
"When does everyone get home?" she asked.
"Chelsea get home in a few minutes," he answered. "Mom and dad about an hour later."
"Good," Daphne declared. "We'll get Chelsea on our side first, then deal with your parents."
"What do you mean, 'deal with'?" Horace asked nervously.
Daphne slid her dress off, letting his eyes drink in her beauty. "I mean that they should acknowledge that I'm in charge now and that you belong to me." She shot him a smoldering look and bent down over the coffee table, presenting her ass to him. "Now put that tongue to better use, sweetie."
Horace obeyed, and after he had throughly tongue-fucked her ass, she allowed him to mount her and empty himself into her.
When Chelsea got home, she and Horace were still naked, and Horace was sucking her toes while she lay on the sofa.
The ten-year-old girl gasped and whined, "You're not supposed ta do that! I'm tellin' an' Mama's gonna whip you!"
"Don't stop," Daphne snapped at Horace. Then she gestured for the little girl to come to her. "We didn't get a chance to meet before, sweetie. I'm Daphne, and your brother is my slave. Isn't that right, baby?"
"Mrph," Horace agreed, still sucking her toes.
Chelsea just stared.
"I hope you and I will be friends," Daphne said. "Why, we'll be like sisters. Maybe I'll even let you play with my slave. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Mrrr!" Horace protested around Daphne's toes, which made her sit up and swat him.
"See? He thinks it would be fun, too."
Chelsea began warming to the idea. "You mean I could do anything to him I wanted?"
"With my permission. He's my slave, I'd just let you play with him sometimes."
Chelsea's child's mind quickly brushed that part aside, she was so enraptured with the rest of it. "I could even pee on him?"
Daphne giggled. "My-my, you are a kinky thing. Yes, you could." She grinned, ready to spring the trap. "And I'll use my magic on you, so you can be a beautiful girl with big tits and get slaves, too."
Chelsea's eyes got big. "You got real magic?" Then she turned skeptical. "I don't believe it!"
Daphne gave a sly smile. "I'll prove it - I'll go to my room and make secret magic and you'll get big tits. While I'm doing that, you can play with Horace and he'll drink your pee. Won't you, honey?"
Horace lifted up his head. "I will?"
"Yes, honey. You will." Her stare brooked no argument.
"Can I watch?" Chelsea asked.
"No - it's secret magic. You play with Horace while I do it. Okay?"
She made Horace lay on the floor on his back, and a giggling Chelsea nervously spread her legs and straddled her brother's head. Daphne pushed her down and pulled the crotch of her cotton panties aside. Chelsea's skirt hid the embarrassed boy's face, but Chelsea's gasp made it clear he was taking care of her. Loud slurping sounds began.
"He's doin' it, Daphne! He's doin' it!" Chelsea giggled andground her hips into her brother's face. Quickly, Daphne went to the bedroom and activated the Chronivac and scanned the girl.
Chelsea's readings
Human - Woman - 4'8" - 110 - 10 1/12 Years - short straight Black hair jaw-length - 22-22-23 - Body status: -Fit -cute pre-adolescent
She noticed that Chelsea's libido reading was rising as she watched - obviously Horace's mouth was doing a good job on her. She lowered the girl's willpower a bit and switched her to adolescent, then changed her bust to 28B. The girl gained a bit of weight, but it seemed to go to the right places. Cranking her libido to maximum and making her skin extra-sensitive were the final touches.
Daphne briefly scanned Horace, and decided that the only thing she wanted to change was his willpower (a bit lower). She also reduced his refractory period to almost zero - now he was ready to go immediately after he came.
Daphne came out of the room and noticed that Chelsea's shirt was now swelled almost to tearing with sweet tits - small, but on her tiny body they looked magnificent. The young girl was in the throes of orgasm, her hips bucking on her brother's face. A gasp, a squeal, and she fell off of him and onto the floor.
Horace sat up and stared at the little girl on the floor. Daphne caressed his face, slick with love-juice and his sister's pee. "Fuck her," she hissed. "Show her who's boss. Fuck her now."
Horace complied, angrily ripping open her shirt and exposing her braless tits. Chelsea screamed as he mauled them roughly, his knees forcing her thighs apart. Daphne helped his rampant cock find her hairless virgin slit and he rammed it into her.
Still quivering from the cum that Horace's tongue had given her, Chelsea was forced back to the peak of arousal by her brother's cock forcing it's way into her. She fought back, but her body told her to give in and she did. In a few strokes, she was gripping Horace tight as their hips pumped in unison, his cock ravishing her tight cunt.
Chelsea began to spasm, the first of a long row of orgasms. Horace came inside her and continued to fuck her, lost in lust. Daphne got dressed and waited by the Chronivac for their parents to get home. She could just imagine what they would think when they came in.
Almost an hour later, their cars pulled in. The kids were still screwing, but doggy-style now. Daphne scanned the parents before they got to the door and made a few alterations with the "don't notice" option.
The door opened ...