Losing It at the Meeting

Ted lost it at the meeting, “You are screwing us all here!”

Ted lost it at the meeting, “You are screwing us all here!”

Brent said, “I’m havin’ fun at da bachla partay!”

Gigi strutted down the sidewalk in front of the museum, a slight smile on her face. It was a great day—not too warm or cold, sun was shining, and she was feeling good. She knew damn well that Chelsea was going to be down at the local park trying to hit on Travis, who worked there during the summer. She knew damn well that Travis had a crush on her—he’d basically said as much to her—and Chelsea hated her. What better way to screw with her?

“So this is what it’s like…” I thought, running my hands up and down my new feminine body. “I can’t believe that potion actually worked.” My hands reached my chest. “And I can’t believe these big…” I reached down, grabbing the bottom edge of my grey sweater, and I pulled it up over my large breasts. They fell, and wobbled heavily for a moment.
“Oh yeah,” I thought, watching them move. “I could get used to this…”

The Great Shift hit, and many of Ted’s friends that didn’t shift wondered how he felt being a chick now.

Oh my goodness, it’s gone, it’s actually gone!
Damian and Martin were close friends. The teenage boys spend a lot time together but that changed since the spell that caused Martin to swap bodies with Damian’s mom, Jennifer. Damian used the spell as a joke but it stopped being funny when they found out it was permament.

“Hey Dad.” my son Steve came down the stairs “Are my bras dry yet?”

“What, you thought I didn’t know?” your sister says, looking down on your naked and shrunk form. The top of your head came up to just below her belly button now.
“I caught you peeking in on me when I stepped out of the shower last week, and I knew what you were doing locked in your room afterwards. That’s gross, big-oops, I mean, LITTLE, bro.” I smirked down at you. “I guess if you really want to see them though, I shouldn’t keep these girls from you…” Her voice trailed off as she removed her shirt, exposing her braless breasts beneath. You could feel yourself getting hard.
“You like that, don’t you?” she teased as she ran a finger over her puffy nipples, before giving each breast a nice squeeze. You could feel pressure building.
“Go ahead, just let it out…” she squeezed her boobs together, and knelt down so they were right in front of your face. You lost yourself in her cleavage, and finally it was too much. You came, and with that you shrunk another several inches, while her gorgeous bust increased a few itself.
“Thanks, little bro. Now, if you don’t mind, clean yourself up while I go see if I can cram these girls into any of my bras…”

One night right before I was about to skype with my girlfriend I was messing around with her clothes. The yoga pants that she had looked so good on her. Truth is, I have a bigger ass than her and it might look even better in yoga pants. She wouldn’t mind.