You stand over the bowl of jelly beans, stirring them with one slender, dainty finger. You think maybe you've gotten the hang of the code, and if you can just eat the right ones, you can restore yourself. Then maybe, when your sister... er, brother wakes up, you can also turn him back into the little girl he used to be. This sudden, random changing business needs to stop right away.
Okay, baby blue jelly bean for sex, red for size, that's right, isn't it? That seems familiar. And this deep crimson one for muscle mass. You're not too sure what the deep blue one means yet, or the white. And for safety's sake, let's stay away from the green one. You know what they say about green M&Ms, and with your new big brother and his enormous hard-on, you don't need to mix up effects. Okay, this yellow one should fix your--
A large, strong hand clamps onto your wrist. You nearly jump out of your skin, and let out a startled feminine yelp. You look up to see your brother, suddenly awake, with the little doll still in his arm, and his other arm stretched out to hold onto you. His eyes travel up and down your body, slowly, gradually. His face is still red with sleep, the creases of the pillow still pressed into one cheek. He looks confused as he studies your body, but also distinctly lustful.
Oh my god. When your baby sister ate those jelly beans, they turned her into a nearly-grown teenager. That means he has all the urges of an eighteen-year-old's body, but because he never went through puberty, he hasn't learned how to control himself. All he knows is that he sees a sexy girl about his own age. You look down at his boxers. Holy cow: you thought his morning wood was huge in his sleep, but it's truly massive now.
And he has no way of knowing you're his own sister.
"Hey, hey," you say. "Settle down. I can explain what happened to you."
Your brother looks at your face as you speak, but he looks like he's in a trance. He lets go of the doll, which drops limply to the floor, and pushes himself up into a sitting position. Then, still holding your wrist in his left hand, he reaches out with his right to stroke your cheek. His big hand is warm and strong on your cool skin. The new, girly part of you shivers at the sensuality of your brother's touch.
Wait, what are you thinking? Are you getting aroused at your brother's touch? Oh, no. You have a girl's libido now, which is completely different than a boy's. And though your brain knows this is your own brother, your body responds to the affectionate touch of a boy. A boy who is so strong and handsome, who could be a good provider, and give our babies a good home, and be a loving, sensuous husband...
No! You are not, not, absolutely NOT having sex with your own brother!
"Please..." You try to speak, but only a weak, fluttery whisper comes out of your lips.
"Yes," your brother says, and slips his hand behind your neck.
That's not what you meant. You try again: "Please..." But nothing more comes out.
With one hand on your neck, the other on your wrist, your brother pulls you closer to his body. He's trembling, and you realize, in a moment of lusty terror, that you are, too.
When he gets you close enough, he pulls you down into a kiss. His lips are gentle and warm on your mouth, and you have to admit, it feels good. You don't resist at first. Then he lets go of your wrist and reaches up to cup your breast.
You jump back and shout. "No! No! I'm your sister!" You wish your new voice didn't sound so girly.
"Sister?"
"Yes. I'm your sister. This is incest. Stop right now."
Your brother gazes at you again, looking you up and down. You notice from where his eyes pause that your brother is a breast man. And you have huge, firm jugs. Oh lucky you.
"I don't have a sister," he says, and rises.
"You do! You have a sister! It's the magic jelly beans--they turned you into a boy, and they turned me into your sister! Please stop!"
"You're so perfect," he says, advancing on you.
"I don't want to get pregnant," you say, as you back away. "I don't want to have an incest baby. I just want to turn back the way I was."
"Magic? Maybe you're a genie," your brother says. "You certainly cast a spell on me."
Oh, boy. Not only is your baby sister now a big boy, he talks like a bad pop song.
He advances on you, slowly, and you back away, only to back into the wall. He's coming at you, and you have nowhere to go. You turn to run deeper into the house, but this new body has all the wrong proportions; you get one foot tangled around your ankle, and fall face-down on the carpet.
You manage to flip yourself over, but before you can get up, your brother is standing over you. He straddles your hips and lowers himself down. Suddenly his enormous boner is right over your virgin slit. You can feel the shape of it through his boxers and yours. It's huge. Surely if he puts that in you, it'll tear you in half.
Your brother puts his hands on your breasts. His touch is warm through your ill-fitting t-shirt and tank top, and even in your fear, you have to admit, his gentle caresses feel good. He sits astride you for a moment, just taking in the contours of your body. Then suddenly, he grabs two fistfuls of your shirt and pulls, ripping them wide open. You're lying under your lustful brother, naked to the waist...
...and you can't decide if you're more aroused or terrified.
Your brother leans down to kiss you. With nowhere to move your head, you have no choice to let him stick his tongue in your mouth. After a moment, you return the gesture. Your tongues explore each other's mouths for several moments, when you realize your brother has taken one hand off your breast and stuck his fingers into your boxers. Your brother is trying to get the last of your clothing off your body, so nothing will stand between him and his incestuous dick.
This is your last chance to make a decision. What do you do?