Tweets Change
mc; bg; bdom; preg; inc
Emily was just a schoolgirl, ten-years-old and halfway through fourth grade. Nothing special really. She was on Facebook, and had a Twitter account though. She liked to tweet pictures of herself in nice outfits, along with kitty pictures. She didn't own a kitty, but her best friend Lorie did, and Emily fancied herself something of a photographer. She took lots of pictures.
It was about eight o'clock, and she'd just tweeted out a new picture of herself. She was wearing a sleeveless tartan jacket over a white lace shirt and a pair of jeans torn at the knees. Her new white sandals had a bit of a heel to them. The flash had caught her looking at her watch, and made the crystal on her necklace seem to glow a bit.
Suddenly she got an IM from her brother, Edward. He was twelve and a bit of a genius. Actually, that might have been an understatement, as Edward was just a few credits short of his bachelor's. "Nice outfit sis, but I'm afraid you won't see it again."
She messaged him back, "Thanks, but what makes you think I won't wear it again?"
"Sis, when I say you won't see it again, I mean you won't see it again to wear it."
"What, you're going to steal it from me?"
"Not exactly. I'm going to change what you wear. Look at that tweet again."
She wasn't wearing the sandals anymore. Then she looked upwards. Her jeans were gone. Wait, she'd had jeans on? Sandals?
"What are you doing?" Her body trembled a bit as she realized that something was happening to her, but she wasn't quite sure what. It seemed to be slipping from her grasp with each change to the picture.
"Oh, I'm remotely removing your clothes from existence," her brother instant messaged back.
"What!" She liked dressing up in her best clothes and showing them off. She didn't want to lose them.
"You, or mom really, never bought them," her brother replied. "You didn't need them. In fact, I just deleted every single pair of panties you owned. Not that you can tell on that picture yet."
Emily looked down. She had already taken her bath, and was sure that she'd put on a new pair of panties before she'd put on the bathrobe that she generally wore until bedtime. She was naked under the bathrobe that she hadn't tied. The thought that she didn't wear panties, even when she wore dresses, came to the front of her mind.
"You're taking away my clothes?" she messaged, trying to confirm her doom while she still could tell. Her bathrobe disappeared, leaving her sitting naked in front of her computer.
"Forever and ever, amen," her brother replied, as the jacket disappeared from the tweet, leaving her just in the lace shirt. Then that disappeared.
Thanks to her brother, she now had a naked tweet of herself online. She scrolled down. Every tweet she'd made of herself was naked. She looked at her open closet. It was absolutely empty. It didn't even have a single hanger in it. Emily didn't wear clothes. She knew she never had, not since she was potty trained, at least.
"Now scroll down to your first tweet," her brother ordered.
The tweet, just five months ago, was the only time she'd tweeted a picture of herself with her brother. It was actually a nice one, with him standing with his arm around her. Vaguely she remembered the white pinafore that she'd worn in it. She was naked now, standing beside her brother. The picture started to change, turning into an animated picture.
In the picture, Emily unzipped her brother's jeans, and brought out his hard cock. She stroked it a couple times before he turned and lifted her against the wall. He entered her, and she could tell it was her first time from her expression. There, right in her first tweet, she was being knocked up. She knew that because she felt the baby kicking from her now swollen belly as she watched her brother spurt his seed in her fertile pussy.
To the right her description changed from "Innocent schoolgirl with a fondness for photography and kittens" to "Watch my pregnancy grow, and kittens!"
Once the picture started to repeat, she scrolled back up. Some of her pictures of kittens were now pictures of her pussy. There was one picture with her and her best friend Lorie holding Lorie's kitten. Emily was just starting to show. As Emily watched, Lorie's clothes disappeared too.
"You're doing it to my best friend?" she messaged her brother.
"Well, you did say that you wanted to share everything with Lorie," her brother replied. "Now you have shared everything, even your big brother, though she's going to be about three months behind you. I've made your school clothing optional, so neither of you are going to have trouble with that. Now, come on up to my room. I want to sleep with my naked little sister who is having my baby tonight."
Emily closed down her computer and headed to her brother's room. Once she wouldn't have been allowed to even enter it. Now it felt right to obey his orders, entering his room and sliding under his covers so he could make love to her. She loved her brother. If he wanted her naked and pregnant for the rest of her life, that was okay with her.
