"Will you keep up kids?" The Donahue mother, Sandra, sighed as she turned to stare at her daughter and son. She was completely oblivious to the changes the Wilko supervisor had just wrought on her family. Sandra reached down and adjusted her large cock, which had become snagged in her underwear, and as it settled into it's new position... it swelled further from excitement... tenting her dress. Of course she was already hard enough catching sight of her husband Alex's heavy breasts (formerly Liz's) hanging loose beneath his flannel t-shirt, the fabric chafing his nipples.
"But mum, I'm booooooored!" Thomas Donahue, 11, whined, scratching one his small boobs under his own t-shirt. As far as the family knew, the kid was definitely on the way to taking after his father in the breast department.
"Stop whining kiddo." Alex grunted under his breath, berating his son.
"Move it short stuff!" Thomas' sister Chloe, 16, grinned, poking her brother in the back to keep him moving. With Josh's 6-inch penis now between her legs, Chloe continued texting dirty messages to her boyfriend sporting a full blown erection in her denim skirt.
"But my boobies hurt!" Thomas complained, glaring at his older sister.
"So do mine kiddo, but we'll get these things secured before too long." Alex winked at his son, ruffling his hair. All Alex could think was that it was a good thing he had a strong back to support his huge breasts. He was going to take his family to buy some clothes next, but first they needed to get served, so they would be in the store for a short while longer yet.
Liz had been listening to the family's chatter from nearby, smirking all the while.
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"So you don't think Liz is a bitch?" Charlotte asked Aaron quietly as she continued effortlessly moving stock with her now muscular, hairy arms, her pectoral muscles flexing under her Wilko shirt as she did so.
"Well, I guess... she can be, no fucking doubt." Aaron grunted, showing no sign of an attitude change, despite his emasculation.
"Damn right she can be." Charlotte frowned, wiping her brow. "She always assigns us the shittist jobs, gives others preferential treatment, I hate it!" She grumbled in Shaun's deep manly voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Aaron just agreed with Charlotte for the sake of it. He liked to complain, sure, but she took the art to a whole new level. He settled in for a long 'whining session' from his mouthy, younger co-worker as he continued to work. He began to think about getting home after work and getting his girlfriend Sue to eat him out like she always did. It felt so good!
Liz wasn't surprised by Charlotte's attitude towards her, she knew she hated her and she didn't care. If anything it had made her swapping her with Shaun that much more fun.
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"Liam!!! Any reason you're not working again?" Liz next walked up behind the now much shorter employee, who turned and looked up at her. Liz tried to hide her amusement seeing the slacker's head fastened to a little girl's body. But she had to admit... it suited him. Hell he didn't do any work, so she didn't see any reason why he shouldn't be in this state.
"Huh... no Liz, sorry I... I think I might have to pee." Liam said, suddenly changing the subject.
Liz smirked. "Well, run along then, but come straight back, and no dilly dallying in the toilets." She told him, wagging a finger.
Liam sighed, nodded and then scurried off on his 7-year old girl legs. Liz actually laughed out loud at the sight, it was hilarious. Then she put her clipboard and pen down for a moment and pulled on the top of her Wilko shirt... peering down at the fuzzy hair on her now male chest. The hair was partly grey, due to Mr Donahue's age, and Liz knew she could get herself a better male chest if she wanted, or a smaller set of boobs? The possibilities were endless and the supervisor grinned devilishly as she picked her clipboard back up again and made her way to the next aisle, where Luke was working.
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It was going from one amusing sight to another, as Liz marveled at the sight of Luke's usual, handsome head affixed to Nicola's diminutive, mature body, dressed in her smaller Wilko shirt, tight black work pants, striped socks and ballet flats. "Everything alright here Luke?" Liz asked him, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah, yeah Liz, everything's fine." Luke responded, not even looking at his supervisor as he tried to reach a top shelf by standing on a box.
"Health and safety regulations Luke, no standing on boxes. Go get a ladder please." Liz smirked, scolding him.
"Ugh... fine." Luke grumbled. "You'd think the universe would have given me a few extra inches of height wouldn't you." He said, shaking his head as he jumped down from the box, his sagging tits jiggling in his bra as he did so.
"You're not alone being short in the world, so stop the moping. Look at Kiran for heaven's sake, she's even shorter than you are." Liz reminded him. "And you don't hear her complaining all the time.
Luke said nothing, and instead just went off to get a ladder, leaving Liz standing there almost in hysterics.
She decided to move on again, after sorting Luke out and preventing a possible accident. As she emerged at the front of the shop, she saw the Donahue family just about to leave after getting served with their goods. Liz had to think fast, did she want the family walking out with two of her employees' dicks and her's and Natalie's breasts? She wasn't sure she wanted those traits leaving the premises, even though the family were regulars. As she was thinking, Steven walked past her, heading upstairs to the toilet no doubt. He would now have to pee sitting down, thanks to having Mona's vagina between his legs, not that he'd think anything was wrong.
Liz decided to....
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