The grandfather clock in the hallway rang out nine chimes as I excused myself, complaining of my headache's return as the reason for heading to bed so...early. In reality, I wanted to be away from their prying enquiries for a while. Tandra added her own reasons, then helped me up the stairs."Dammit, Keith, this isn't going to work!" she hissed insistently as she stripped down to her bra and panties, then pulled a "granny gown" nightshirt on."Sure it will. We just have to be really careful, that's. "Glen, you look like me!" "You look like me!" he echoed. Both their voices were changing as well. They sat down in shock. Time passed quickly as their mutations proceeded. Soon his clothes weren't even fitting. Everything became loose, except his pants felt tight in the seat, and his shirt tightening around his chest. He looked down. It was true - he now had Sarah's tits!!Hesitantly, he touched them. It was no illusion! Glen looked over to see Sarah touching her - HIS - groin. "BY GOD! I've got. Almost like he knew I was coming.Once inside, I find my way down the back hall, following the light into a time-warp: from the tiled walls to the soft lines of the 50’s appliances, it was just like my grandma’s kitchen. I can almost smell the fresh baked bread as a flood of childhood memories washes over me. I walk over to the table where I find a wine glass and a bottle of golden elixir waiting for me, and sit down for a much needed drink. As I savor the flavor of sweet spices rising up in a. I quickly looked back forward startled. No words from her, just more steps towards me. I felt her warmth as she pressed herself against my back. Me being around 6 foot 5, Mrs June around 5 and a half foot her breasts pressed firm to my lower back. With her left hand she traced a line with her finger from my neck just below my ear all the way to my waist. "Mrs June" I uttered, still no words, just a quick shhh. She reach around with her right hand, unbuckling my belt and zipper. Straight to my.