Naughty
Liam flipped his ponytail in delight when found his sister’s underwear drawer. “Oh my, Sis, you had this? Naughty girl,” he giggled as he discovered a satin red bra. “Well, my two ‘little Melodies,’ let’s give this one a try, shall we?”
Liam flipped his ponytail in delight when found his sister’s underwear drawer. “Oh my, Sis, you had this? Naughty girl,” he giggled as he discovered a satin red bra. “Well, my two ‘little Melodies,’ let’s give this one a try, shall we?”

The Great Shift landed plenty in peculiar situations, but this one had to be one of the most drastic when the Great Shift hit Henry’s town. Henry was lying on his back feeling the roof leak water on his face, and he was about to get up to try and find the leak, when he blacked out.

Ricki groaned and rubbed the small of his back, the muscles aching from the strain of carrying around 15 lbs of jiggling, bouncing, fleshy weight for the last six hours with only a skin tight bikini top for support. He cursed, feeling the sting from where the skimpy top was cutting into the soft, feminine flesh of his back and chest.

“Champagne?”

“I bet you wouldn’t last one day in that body suit without freaking out,” laughed Dylan.
Marty had just finished his experiments with the spell book. He felt he’d created a brand new potion, and he was ready to test it out. His friend Ben volunteered to take the potion. Marty couldn’t wait to see how the potion affected Ben.

I had luckily stashed a bunch of the different spells and products that Bella had sold me in Roger’s …Regina’s…bathroom. She had been so sympathetic when I explained the sexual harassment problems my Sorority TIT had faced from FAP. I was thankful that our Sorority was good with the idea as well.
The doctor had absolutely no explanation. Useless piece of shit. About 3 months ago my body started to go through some changes. I lost weight, my features softened and my muscles lost their definition. At 50 years old with a wife and daughter I didn’t like to take risks with my health so I went to my doctor immediately. He told me that nothing was wrong with me and simply to monitor ‘if it gets any worse’. Long story short…it got worse. My height started to slip, usually about 1-2 inches a day, this adds up and a week in I had dropped from 6′ 5″ to 5′ 7″. On the ninth day after my doctor visit my (standing at a puny 5′ 5″) I stood in front of my wife’s full length mirror (my head now had several inches before the top of the mirror even though I used to chuckle at how small it was) and felt the ear length blonde hair that had begun to spring from my bald head.
“Hey Daddy!”
I turn to the door, startled
“Oh, Candice, you scared me” I sigh
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to see how little you got today!” my 21 year old daughter says in ‘baby talk’
I look at her indignantly
“You know before soon I might be taller than you! You’ll hardly be the Daddy then will you?”
She ends with her head next to mine, still about 4 inches shorter.

Everyone at FAP thought that it was a bit weird that this hot blonde Harriet seemed to love hanging around our frat house, and usually spent much of the time walking around in Lingerie- but none of us wanted to complain. It seemed like she was flirting and fucking many of the guys in the house, sometimes with her friend Regina. They often seemed to spend the night in Roger’s room, that lucky dog.

Brent was accused of listening to “happy-go-lucky girly music”. He said he liked what he liked, but one new song he got from an old bathrobe guy at the mall made Brent fit more with the music he listened to. It wasn’t just because of the music however, Brent deep down was a girl at heart, and the bathrobe guy just brought it out of him!