This choice: ...Patrick snatched the device and ran past a stumbling Frank into the hallway. • Go Back...Chapter #7...Patrick snatched the device and ran past a s... by: JackHalf   The device in his hands, Patrick spun around only to have Frank, his pants still around his ankles cut off his escape route back out the window. "Who the hell are you you little punk!?!?" Frank shouted as Patrick slowly backed away.
Frank's eyes went wide as he spotted the device in the teens hands. "Hey! That's mine you little thief!!"
Patrick spun around and flew out the bathroom door, eager to put some distance between him and the middle-aged man. Rachel, hearing the commotion came into the hallway, blocking the direction Patrick had gone toward in a panic. Behind him, an enraged Frank continued the pursuit, pulling his pants up as he scrambled after the errant teen. Desperation driving him, Patrick stood there hopping from one foot to the other as he tried to decide which end of the hall to rush toward.
Adrenaline driving him and desperate to through his pursuer off of him, Patrick used the only thing he had available; the device. Fumbling with it in his hands, mashing the buttons with no idea what they did, he was surprised when a sudden flash threw light around the hallway. As his eyes refocused he was surprised to see what the device had done.
Frank stood shocked at the opposite end of the hallway from the one he had been at. His and Rachel's heads had been switched by the teenage thief! His middle-aged, close-cropped head now sat on the shoulders of his lovely sister-in-law. He looked down in shock at Rachel's huge breasts pushing at the fabric of her shirt. He could feel the cool air of the hallway on her legs; legs that felt waaaay too exposed in the tiny shorts the lovely middle-aged woman had been wearing.
At the other end of the hall, Rachel stood thier with a puzzled look on her face. Though she was unaware of it, her head now sat attached to Frank's older, pot-bellied male body. She had no idea what the teen and her brother-in-law were doing.
Taking advantage of Frank's shock, Patrick craddled the device and ran past Frank, pushing his new womanly body against the wall and sending him down to the floor as he passed. "Hey! Wait you little...!" Frank yelled after him as he struggled to get back up.
Rounding the corner and entering the kitchen, Patrick saw John standing there, his head attached to Mrs. Stewart's nightie-clad m.i.l.f. body. "Who in the world are...?" John managed to ask before Patrick elbowed him in his soft new belly, making him double over as the boy rushed out through the back door.
John struggled to catch his breath as Frank, now atop Rachel's body ran by him and out the door as well. Rachel followed him into the room. "John honey? Who on Earth was that boy?" she asked.
"I don't....Rachel!!! Oh my God your body!" John shouted as he spotted his brother's body beneath his wife's pretty puzzled head.
Gripping her pot-belly with her large, manly hands Rachel sounded a bit offended. "I know...I know...I've got a little to lose. Give it a rest already John. Not all of us can be drop dead gorgeous like you you know."
After a few minutes a depressed looking Frank came back into the kitchen, looking obviously winded from his pursuit. "The little bastard gave me the slip."
"Who was he?!? How the hell did you end up with...you know!" John demanded as he gestured toward his puzzled wife.
"I have no idea. I was taking a dump and he just popped into the bathroom from the window." Frank bent forward, his manicured hands resting on his new smooth thighs as he caught his breath.
"Rachel..don't worry. John and I will take care of everything. Why don't you do whatever you were doing before all of...this...happened." Frank said.
Looking a tad skeptical, Rachel answered, "Okay....just don't do anything crazy. I know how you two can get." With that she turned and left the room, her burly new body beneath her.
"What the hell do we do now?!?!" John demanded.
"Well...." Frank started to say....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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