April is in Need of Aunts!

Trigger #17: The Sala City Coven (Addendum)

Organization Class: A group of cheerleaders and sorority girls I've taken under my wing as Fledgling Witches that have grown into the strongest Coven in Sala City. Heavily active on the Sala City University campus due to the Phi Epsilon Mu Sorority house.

Transformation Type: TG, Personality Change.

Threat Level: Benevolent. I'm trying to teach these young witches to use their great power responsibly (although they do like to cause a little mischief here and there, just like their mistress).

Subject: Gina Accetta, F, 40, formerly Gino Accetta, AMAB, 40.

Trigger #108: "Grapes of the Wine" i.e. "The Wine Aunt Wine". (Addendum)

Individual/Phenomenon Class: A brand of Wine produced by MOM that TG's and ages anyone who drinks it into perfect Aunt age.

Transformation Type: TG, Milfication, Auntification, Age Progression, Weight Gain, Breast and Ass Expansion, Mental Changes, Reality Rewrites.

Threat Level: Varies. Yet another transformational product by the megalomaniacal magical megacorp MOM. For some eggs it's a lifesaver, to actual cis people, it’s a very sexy curse. Results may vary. Please drink responsibly.

Subject: Lauren Alverez, F, 40, formerly Warren Alverez, AMAB, 40.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.

When Warren and Gino first met, it was loathe at first sight. Warren was too rich and uppity for Gino’s tastes, whereas Gino was too crass and crude for Warren’s. Warren liked clean pressed suits and fine dining. Gino liked oil stained leather jackets and fixing his motorcycle. By rights, the two never would have even met at all if it weren’t for Warren’s best friend Mark and Gino’s sister Alberta tying the knot. Suddenly, they were seeing each other EVERYWHERE. Bickering over venues at the engagement party. Arguing over who gave the best gift at Mark and Alberta’s wedding reception. Fighting over names at their baby shower.

…and crying silent tears at Alberta’s funeral.

Everyone was devastated, of course, but most of all Mark. If it weren’t for taking care of their daughter April, most days he could barely bring himself to get out of bed in the morning.

Mark needed help. That much was obvious to everyone,but apartfrom putting aside their differences to move in with Mark and help take care of 9-year-old April, Warren and Gino, completely separate from each other, somehow came to the same inevitable conclusion.

They decided that April was going to need a strong, female role model now that Bert was gone.

They decided that April was in need of aunts.

Warren’s solution, of course, was to throw money at the problem. An expensive bottle of Grapes of the Wine purchased directly from M.O.M’s most exclusive vineyard. One shopping spree later, and Uncle Warren had reinvented herself into the prim and proper Aunt Lauren. 

Street-smart Gino, on the other hand, knew that there were other, more affordable ways to change his image. One visit to a friend of a friend of a certain fedora wearing-bella donna, and Uncle Gino was transformed into Auntie Gina, the badass biker chick.

Of course, when the two new girls finally met each other, no matter how different they had become, one thing remained the same.

They still fucking HATED each other.

They played… well not NICE but as nice as they could manage around April and Mark, but as soon as they left to get some ice cream so Lauren and Gina could settle into their new home, the gloves were off.

“Gina,” Lauren growled as much as her new dulcet voice would allow.

“Lauren,” Gina snorted, looking her rival up and down, “so April needs a strong female role model, and even with all your money THIS is the best you could come up with? A glorified Barbie doll?”

“Hah! At least I’m putting in the effort! Look at you! Did you get that outfit from the dumpster behind a biker bar or what? Are you even TRYING?”

Gina and Lauren were known to butt heads when they got into it. Literally. But now with their new… anatomy, that same position resulted in their generous chests butting together as well. Something warm roiled in their stomachs as they rubbed together, and it wasn’t just rage.

“Oh, mangia merde e morte, Lauren, blood is thicker than water, at least I’m actually RELATED to my niece. April needs to learn from a strong-willed woman who can take care of herself, not some trophy wife wannabe who’ll throw herself at the first dick with a trust fund.” 

Lauren let out a perfectly practiced haughty and condescending laugh. Gina had always hated that laugh, but now, somehow, the sound of it stirred up something else within her.

“Hah ha ha! Oh Gina, Gina, GINA, the saying is ‘the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’ And if we’re being honest here, we BOTH know you’re nothing like Alberta.”

Something changed in Gina’s face. Pain… and then a rage like she had never felt before.

“Take that back,” Gina snarled.

“¿Por qué?” Lauren cooed, perfectly calm until Gina grabbed her by the hair.

“I SAID, TAKE! IT! BACK!” Gina pulled. Hard.

“OW OW OW! What the FUCK is WRONG with you, PUTA?!”

“COGLIONE!!!”

“¡LA CONCHA DE TU MADRE!”

The ensuing catfight was downright feral. Hair was pulled from the roots. Clothes were ripped. Long, lacquered nails ripped through skin like Wolverine claws. Until finally, the two winded and wounded women found themselves sitting on the same bed, catching their breath.

Lauren was the first to break the silence. “...Lo siento… bringing up Bert was… below the belt. I’m sorry.”

Gina wrapped her arms around herself. “Nah, I took it too far… and, it’s not like you’re wrong. I’m… a piss-poor replacement for my sister…”

Lauren let out a dry chuckle. “You sure as hell fight like her though. Did she teach you that mean right cross?”

Gina snorted, flexing her arm. “Sure did. She was a tough old broad. I see you got her fashion sense, though.”

“I might have picked up a few things, yeah...She really was the best, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah, she was.”

“...Fuck, I miss her.”

“...Me too.”

Lauren smoothed her hair out and scooted her ass around to face Gina head-on. “Listen, I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, and that’s not gonna change anytime soon.”

“Agreed.”

“But for the sake of the kid, we need to get our shit together.”

“Also agreed.” After unspooling some of Lauren’s ripped-out hair from her fingers, Gina held her hand out to her. “Truce?”

Always dainty and lady-like, except, of course for a minute ago when she was trying to rip Gina’s ear off with her teeth, Lauren shook her hand. “Truce. You know, Gina, for someone who acts so tough, you’re really just a big old softie inside, aren’t you?”

Gina rolled her eyes. “Oh, fanculo, Lauren! You act like you’re some kind of princess, but given how you dress you’re really just a horny old slut, aren’t ya?”

Lauren leaned in closer now, plump lips curled into a smile. “Oh, you WISH I was, don’t you, señorita? Just so you could get your hands on all of this?” Lauren dragged her hands up and down her hourglass body.

“Ha! Fat chance! If I wanted to drool over a REAL woman, I’d just look in a mirror!” Gina pulled off her tattered T-shirt, unclipped her bra, and let her girls breathe. “Boom! Get a load of THESE bad boys!”

“You think THOSE are boobs? Oh, honey, those aren’t boobs.” Lauren unclasped her bra with one hand and slipped out of her dress in one fluid motion. She puffed her much more generous chest out with pride. “THESE are boobs!”

“Yeah, well, my ass is perkier.”

“The fuck it is!”

“No really, it is, feel it!”

Lauren, ever the skeptic, took a generous handful of Gina’s ass cheek.

Hot shivers rushed up Gina’s spine as Lauren squeezed. “Aaaanh~!” The moan escaped her lips before she could clasp her hands over her mouth.

Lauren’s lip curled up in amusement. “Well, well, well, who’s the slutty one now?”

“Oh, shut up, Lauren, this body is just sensitive is all! You’d be making the same noises if I started flicking your clit!”

Lauren’s grin spread wider, and so did her legs. “I would LOVE to see you try. Do you even know where a clit IS?”

Gina’s cheeks grew hot, and they weren’t the only thing. “‘Course I know where it is, coglione! It’s! Right! HERE!”

Gina stretched her ring and index fingers out and dragged their soft tips up and down against Lauren’s light-brown bean. Lauren bit her lip as a bonfire was stoked in her stomach.

“Y-You think THAT’S how you flick a clit? THIS is how it’s REALLY done, chica!”

Lauren’s retaliation was swift and sure. She pushed Gina’s love button hard, and started swirling her fingers around the aching bulb.

“Fuhh-HUCK that feels… I-I mean, that’s NOTHING, I’ll make you cum so fast your head will spin!” Gina fingered Lauren even harder, and Lauren did the same.

“Ha! I wish you would! At this rate, you’re gonna finish WAY before I’ve had my fun, you quarter pump chump!”

“Ooooh, I can think of a few places you can put that dirty mouth of yours to better use!”

“Ha! You couldn’t handle MY mouth, puta!”

“Porca puttana!!”

“¡La concha de tu madre!”

“Let’s see you act all prim and proper with a hickey on your neck!”

“You. Wouldn’t. DARE.”

Lauren squealed as Gina wrapped her lips around her neck and sucked in through her teeth, HARD, leaving a dark red mark that would definitely bruise in the morning.

“Oh, you little SHIT! Let’s see you act all tough when you can’t walk straight tomorrow!” Lauren slid her fingers down south and plunged them deep inside Gina’s tight, wet pussy.

“AHHH! W-Whore!”

“Slut!”

“SKANK!!!”

“M-Mio amore!!!”

“¡Mi corazón!”

There was no more room for bickering as their hot, wet lips pressed into each other, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, wrestling for dominance.

The next day, April noticed a change in her aunties. They still fought like cats and dogs, of course, but underneath their barbed words and icy glares was something softer she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Her father, Mark, on the other hand, figured out EXACTLY whose fingers had been put on what, and promised April he would explain later when she was much, MUCH older.

But at the end of the day, he was just glad that his new guests were getting along.

Sure, they still fought often, but now it was much more like the bickering of an old married couple than two bitter arch-enemies.

And as far as Mark could tell after they took their arguments upstairs, the makeup sex was INCREDIBLE.

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to bridgefall for the suggestion, to VioletVelvet and Zoey for editing, to my Test Readers,  and to all of my Patrons for your support!)