Fitting Revenge

Fitting Revenge

Finally, she had it!  Pam had promised to get her a bottle of ‘Perfectly Fitting Clothes’ for ages, and it had finally arrived.  Now Eve could change herself to fit anything at all, and the possibilities were making her positively giddy.  She’d bought an extra-large bra on the way home, and was hoping to...

“Adam?  What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”

Adam danced around, laughing.  Her panty drawer had been upended, and he was wearing her best pair of pink satin panties as a hat.  “It’s spring break!  I’m celebrating.”

“Damn it, Adam.  For the older twin, you can be *so* immature.  Clean this up and get out.”

“Or what?  You’ll pout and tell Mom?  They’re not back until tomorrow.”

“Or... this.”  She sprayed the bottle right at his head.

“Augh!  What the hell was...  What did you do?  I feel...  MFF!”

Before Eve’s eyes, faster than she’d ever seen it work before, the spray was melting her brother’s head away.  Soon her panties were flat against his shoulder blades.  Adam’s arms flailed about where his head had been, then slowly felt their way up from the shoulders, tracing along the smooth flesh between them.  Until he found something in the middle that made him buckle at the knees and collapse onto her bed.

Eve stared at him.  “Oh my god, Adam!  Stop doing that in my bed!”

She threw her covers over him to hide the sight, then an evil grin spread across her face.  She sprayed the bedcovers a few times experimentally, then watched as the lump under them got flatter, and flatter, and finally disappeared entirely.

Pulling the covers back revealed what looked like a flat cut-out of Adam.  Still headless, still with his hands on his...

“Wow.  Uh... now what do I do with you.  I can’t let Mom and Dad see you like this...”  That grin spread again.  “I better hide the evidence.”

She rolled her brother up tight, and flattened him with the spray and the bedcovers again.  All that was left of him was a narrow, fleshy pancake.  Then she rolled him up once more, and tucked him into a cup of her new bra.  She folded the other cup over on him, and sprayed once more.

Eve waited for a minute, then had to peek.  Inside her bra was a single huge breast with a nipple on either end.  When she poked it, they stiffened.  “God, are you *still* horny?  Man, even like this, you’re still a boob.”

She didn’t stop laughing for half an hour.  Then she hid her brother in her panty drawer.  She put on her new bra, tried out the spray on it, and was very pleased with the results.  Her old frumpy sweaters took on an entirely new dimension over top of her new assets.

The next two nights passed in a whirlwind of dancing and unaccustomed male attention.  Eve was having the time of her life.  No annoying brother, and so many guys staring at her, flirting with her, buying her drinks and dancing with her!

And then the next morning, her mother asked, “Eve, where’s your brother?”

“Um... out?  I don’t know.”

As her parents grew more and more frantic over the next day, calling in private investigators and finally the police, Eve realized that something had to be done.  She just wasn’t sure what.  Adam was still stuck in her panty drawer, and when she picked him up his nipples reacted.  So he was still alive.  And still horny.  Ugh.  But... well, there was no way she could explain this to her parents.

So late at night, after they were finally asleep, Eve crept into Adam’s room, and started going through his clothes.  Thankfully, there were still some clean things in his drawers.  She put the boob into his underpants, and sprayed them.  Hips formed.  Adding pants and a shirt grew him most of the way back... except he was still headless.

Amazingly, he sat patiently and quietly while she figured out what to do next.  Digging through his closet with one hand pinching her nose closed, she found all kinds of clothes, most of them disgusting, but no hats.  At the very back of the closet there was a box with his old Scouting gear.  Inside was a battered old hat, that looked like it hadn’t fit him since he was about twelve.

If it wasn’t for the hand over her mouth, her shout of relief would have woken her parents and ruined everything.

Eve set the hat on Adam’s head, sprayed, and said a quick prayer.  A mat of curly hair peeked out from under the hat, and then his head began to slowly grow.  It inched upward, then stopped just as his eyes peeked out.  They stared at her accusingly.

“I’m trying,” she whispered.  “Really I am!”

Two more bursts of the spray did nothing, and she was ready to cry in frustration.  But she gamely tried again, and the third time proved the charm, his head started lifting up once more.  It was smaller than she remembered, but hopefully not by so much that people would fuss over it.

“There.  You’re back.  Don’t tell Mom and Dad what happened, or...”  She grinned with far more bravado than she felt, and retreated to her room.

The next day was one of celebration, and of many calls to call off the hunt.  Nobody questioned the size of Adam’s head out loud, but Eve could see the puzzlement on their faces.

She slipped out in all the chaos, and bought a brand new baseball cap with an adjustable brim.  That night, when she snuck over to Adam’s room, he was awake.

“Hey sis,” he whispered.  “What brings you here?”

“Fixing your lump of a noggin, that’s what.  Do you know what your hat size was?”

“Not a clue.”

She sighed, and set the baseball cap to the biggest size it had, and tried that.  After his head stopped growing, Eve couldn’t help but giggle.  “You look like a chihuahua.  That’s too big.”  The next try was too small.  Finally, though, Adam’s head ended up just about right.

Then Eve took the hat off, and set it to the biggest size again.  “That was fun!  Let’s do it...”

Adam grabbed the spray from her.  “No.  Let’s not.”

“But... but... that’s mine!”

“Not any more it isn’t,” he hissed.  “And keep quiet, do you want Mom and Dad to hear?”

They waited in the silence, but the outburst had gone unnoticed by their exhausted parents.

“Now what?”

Adam tossed her one of his old T-shirts.  A clean one, she was thankful to note.

“Put it on.”  He stood by the door, studiously staring at it while Eve changed out of her night-shirt.

“Why am I... Augh!”  Adam had sprayed the chest of the shirt.  “No no no no... not my pretties...”
Eve tore the shirt off, but it was too late, the damage had been done.  Her breasts were gone, and in their place was a light scatter of chest hair.

Adam chuckled.  “Have fun shaving.”

“Why?”

“I spent three days as a boob.  I think that more than covers ‘why’.  I’ll be keeping this spray safe for now.”

When Eve showed up three days later with her breasts proudly on display, Adam was quite surprised.  “You can get more of it?”

Eve grinned wickedly.  “Sweet dreams, bro.”

“Truce?”

“Oh thank God, yes.  No changing each other without permission?”

Adam nodded, and they shook on it.

“Can I please have my spray back?”

“I thought you got more...”

“I got it from Pam originally.  She let me use some of hers.  The stuff is backordered for months.”

Adam stared at his sister, then sighed.  “Fine.  I’ll let you use it when you want, but I’m keeping it locked up so you don’t get any ideas about changing me in my sleep.”

“Aww.  That’s no fun.”

“Sure it is.  I’m not saying you can’t use it.  Just not on me without my permission.”

Eve took a moment to parse that.  “Wait, does that mean you’ll sometimes let me use it on you?  Why?”

“I want to see the inside of the girls’ locker room, of course.”

“Perv.”

“You’re the one that turned me into a boob.”

“Fine.  But you have to return the favour.”

Adam laughed.  “You really want to see the inside of the guy’s locker room?  It ain’t pretty.”

“Screw the locker room, I want into the showers.”

Adam offered his hand again.  Eve shook it.  “This is going to be such fun.”