The Family Jewels [4]
Michel Halson and his wife Janie sit down to breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and wheat toast cover most of Michel's plate as he anxiously checks his watch, eating quickly, keeping a close watch on the time.
"Honey, you should slow down - enjoy the breakfast and don't worry so much. You're not going to be late," says Janie, setting a mug of coffee on the table in front of Michel.
"Sorry," Michel says, swallowing, "I'm just worried, because today we're supposed to be buying this bankrupt company and I just wanna get in the office before someone else. Make sure all the paperwork is there."
"That's understandable, but please... chew the food. You're gonna choke if you scarf it down too fast."
Michel looks at his watch and stands from the dining table, straightening his blue tie and picking up his blazer from the back of the seat.
"Already?" Janie asks, "you've barely even made a dent. Food ain't cheap, y'know."
"Sorry, Hon. I'll reheat it when I come home, right now I gotta get to my office. Love you," Michel plants a kiss on his wife, throws his blazer on, and heads out.
Janie hears the car start and pull away, and her mind begins to wander - as a woman's mind will - and wonders if he really needed to be to work early, or if maybe there was nothing interesting keeping him home a little longer.
She makes her way to the master bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror; she sees her blonde hair, relaxed and wavy, laying gracefully over her shoulders. Her makeup was well done, and her clothes were neat and flattering. Her blue sweater and jeans hugged her body comfortably and her heels fit just right.
I'm so fat... that's probably why he didn't want to stick around a little longer. Ugh... my nose... and my eyes. My thighs are too big... my tummy isn't flat enough. Ugh...
Janie steps out of the bathroom and looks at her nightstand. The sapphire and silver earrings glisten from the light shining through the window. She bits her lower lip, her hands folded nervously before her. Do I want to do that? I mean... I can become anything I want, but... I'll always come back to what I am now. I... suppose maybe I could work on the perfect body and surprise Mich at work.
Janie gets closer to the earrings, slowly picking them up. She envisions the type of body she wants.
"I want to be thin... with amazing breasts, the perfect ass... I was amazing hips and a cute nose. Shorter hair, maybe a tan - oh, and big, gorgeous lips. I need... a facelift, and my underarms tucked and maybe a butt-lift."
Janie points out every flaw she has from her hair to her toes; her nails to her teeth. Soon, in her mind, she's the perfect Barbie doll. I want... talent. I want to be able to rock Michie's world! I want... to be... fucking sexy. I mean... bangin' hips... I wanna be really tight! Almost a virgin. I want... to be just perfect!
She slips the earrings in, watching closely in the mirror as her face begins to change. Her skin becomes more tan and her eyes drift a little further apart. Her nose becomes slender and cute, while her chin becomes a little smaller. Her lips plump quite a bit and become glossed with bright pink. Her eyelids are coated heavily with a tan eye shadow, enhancing their blue color. Her eyeliner is thick, but strangely sexy and her body begins changing.
Her neck appears slender and her hair becomes shortened into a choppy, sexy bed-head. Her waistline shrinks significantly, except her rear, which plumps and lifts along with her hips. Her breasts become firm with silicon and her nipples erect almost too perfectly.
Janie looks at herself in the mirror, admiring her new, long, luscious eyelashes and her groomed brows. Her contouring and makeup are gorgeous! Oh my God! This body! I look absolutely perfect! I look like a model! There's no way Michie will reject me. He's in for a surprise!
_ _ Janie makes her way out of the house, remembering that Michel took the only available car. That's fine. Gives me a chance to take this body out for a spin.
As she walks down the block into the more crowded parts of town, she sees women staring at her, raising their brows or looking at her with complete envy. Janie feels her hips move severely, almost as if she's flirting with the entire town. Her expression changes from casual to almost flirtatious, her body shouting "you wish you were me, don't you?" as she saunters by.
Walking past a man standing at the bus stop, Janie catches him staring at her chest. She takes her sweet time, pretending not to notice. She stands in almost a pose, letting the man get a good eyeful. Yeah... take it all in, buddy. You could never get with something this hot!
Pretending to have waited for a bus too long, Janie looks at her watch and saunters away, her hips nearly dancing as she walks. She feels her lower back hurting as she walks, probably due to the excessive surgery inside her hips and breasts, but she walks through the irritation to see Michel at work with the idea that she'll be more desirable.
Michel sits at his desk, sorting through paperwork, looking for information on the company that his company is planning to buy. Ugh... one of these days I need to be able to just not worry about anything. Can't believe when I was a kid I was in such a hurry to grow up - to what, this?
Michel is granted the idea. Well... an hour or so from work to just... not stress about anything won't kill me, right? Besides... I miss being a kid. What harm would it do? I can switch back whenever I want to... and... who'd know? Right?
Michel reaches into his pocket and slips his sapphire and silver ring onto his finger. He concentrates on becoming his thirteen year old self - smiling and playful, albeit a little sexed-up, but happy and carefree.
He imagines his hair - lighter when he was just a teenager, and his height. He imagined his clothing and his overall temperament. In no time, Michel finds himself shorter - his mind racing with nothing but videogames and thoughts of women and wanting badly to get laid.
"Crud, maybe this wasn't the best idea. Might as well have some fun while I'm here!" Michel says, taking a seat in his office chair and immediately opening a private-browser, a grin on his face as he undoes his jeans.
He opens a video containing two women, a blonde and a brunette, making love beside a swimming pool. He immediately feels his young body tense and grow excited.
Looking at his office door, Michel's heart pounds as he feels his erection in his hands, slowly stroking himself. His heart drops to his stomach when he sees the silhouette of a woman outside his cloudy office door's window. He can also see his secretary pointing toward his door, giving the woman permission to enter the office.
No, no don't let her in! Shit... "Crap! I'm... aw, man!" Who is that anyway? I'm going to be caught with my dick out by a complete stranger, as a kid, too... fuck!
Michel fusses to hide his erection in his jeans, minimizing the porn on the computer and sitting back in the chair, looking innocent, just as the woman walks in.
It's Janie. She sees the young boy in Michel's chair and immediately she stops, entering half way.
"Oh... I'm sorry. I thought this was Michel Halson's office," Janie says, her voice completely different. It's soft, sultry, and quite flirty.
"Ah... that's... true. This is his office," Michel replies, "He's just... busy right now."
"And... who are you? Aren't you kinda young to be workin' in a place like this?" Janie says, closing the office door and having a seat before Michel's desk.
"Yes... I... am. Uh... who are you, anyway?" Michel says, looking at Janie's body - her breasts are nearly popping out of the sweater and she doesn't look like she's wearing a bra.
"I'm Michel's wife, Janie Halson."
"Janie!" Oh, thank God... it's just her.
_ _ "You're... excited to see me?"
"No, Janie... it's me! It's me, Mich."
Janie leans forward a bit in her chair, showing her cleavage in her rather revealing pink sweater.
"Michie?" Janie says, noticing the ring on his finger, "Why are you... a kid?"
"I... wanted to get rid of all the lame stress and just sit here for a while... why are you some kinda model?"
"Michie, I thought you were leavin' for work earlier these last few days because..." Janie paused, looking down at her perfect little feet.
"Look... uh... why'd you come to see me?" Michel asks, relaxing in the office chair.
"I just wanted to surprise... you," Janie says, looking over and seeing Michel's erection, "and... it seems that I have."
"You wanna do something about it? I promise I won't tell my parents," Michel smiles, bouncing his eyebrows a little, winking at his wife.
"I just might take you up on that."
The blinds to all of Michel's windows are drawn and the floor is a mess, covered in paperwork, office supplies, and clothing. Janie is kneeling on Michel's desk, showing off her new, sexier body.
"You like what you see, Sweetie?" Ooh, that came out kinda striper-like. Pretty spicy!
"Oh yeah... yeah, I do!" Michel pants, his young heart starting to race as if he's never seen a naked woman before. He stands up and with shaky hands, he lightly touches his wife's very firm breast, her nipple grazing his palm. God, it's like I've never done this before. Then again, when I was thirteen, I never actually did.
"You wanna have a little fun?" Janie winks, sitting on the desk in front of Michel, her legs spreading apart. She guides his hand down to her entrance and lightly grazes his hand against her.
"Wow..." Michel whispers, his eyes widening. He feels his pants tighten even more; the arousal's become too much to bare. He undoes his jeans, letting them fall to the floor as he climbs on his desk, the tip of his penis just grazing Janie's entrance.
Janie feels sharp, sudden thrust from Michel's force, stretching open her tight, perfect body. Immediately, Michel cums, his face turning beat red.
"I... I uh..." Oh God... oh God - seriously?
_ _ "Don't worry about it, Honey," Janie says, her voice still slinky ad flirtatious, "you sit back... and watch. Then when you feel up to it... try again," Janie winks, opening her legs and biting her plump lower lip.
Michel backs up and sits back down in his chair, his young body still throbbing from his early ejaculation, but also unable to look away from Janie's perfect, albeit plastic body as she starts to finger herself, getting Michel's cum all over her fingers and the desk.
"I... you're... hot!" Michel says, "I've... never done anything... like that before. In this body anyway..."
"That's fine, baby... that's just fine," Janie smiles, rubbing a little of the cum over her hard, sensitive nipples.
Michel feels his body tightening again, noticing his shaft slowly stiffening. He stands up and leans down between Janie's legs, looking up at her as she bites her lip, smiling down at him and nodding.
Michel licks at Janie's shaven pussy, their juices mixing as Michel shoves his tongue inside her. Janie lays back and moans softly, her hips rising slowly as she arches her back, groaning and grinning from the pleasure.
Michel tastes his wife's sweet juices and he instantly is able to get an erection. He can't take it anymore. He climbs the desk again, and penetrates her.
"Oh... God! For someone so young... you feel so... mmgh... you feel so big!" Janie moans quietly.
"You're pretty tight... this is... what if we're caught?" Michel says, thrusting and plowing at his disguised wife. 'What if we're caught'... God, I wasn't a very bright kid was I? Still... the body she picked... holy shit is it tight! And so fucking wet... agh, God...
"Mmm yes... just like that, baby," Janie moans as Michel holds her legs up and apart, stuffing himself inside her tight pussy.
"Sh-shit... you're so fucking tight!" Michel hisses, his mind in the zone as the pleasure courses his entire young body. He thrusts faster, and faster, watching Janie's firm tits move only slightly with each thrust.
Janie reaches down and rubs her clit, moaning as Michel fucks her. She sounds like the women in the porn videos, and even looks up at him, smiling once in a while.
"Turn over," Michel says, panting, pulling out of Janie and watching her turn over. He aims his tip at Janie's asshole, slowly pushing himself in.
Janie moans and groans, laying her torso down, feeling Michel's cock slide in and out of her ass.
"Tight back here, too... hah!" Michel thrusts faster, reaching down and fingering Janie as she stretches out her arms, moaning and trying to remain quiet. Her pussy becomes damp, almost dripping, coating Michel's hand in her cum.
He rubs her faster while fucking her ass, her body twitching now and then. She feels close.
Michel begins fucking even faster, this time, feeling close himself. He feels Janie's body convulse as her cum covers his cock, listening to her moan in pleasure as she reaches an orgasm, feeling her whole body shake.
"Mmgh! Cum inside me... I want it inside me," Janie moans, spreading her folds open while she squirts again, moaning from the intense orgasm.
"Y-yeah!" Michel nods, feeling his body tighten, his heart pounding, and his head spinning. He loses himself in his orgasm as his load fills Janie's ass, dripping down to her pussy, glistening with their mixed juices.
Michel and Janie sit in the office, getting their clothes back on. Michel takes off his ring and turns back into his adult self, suit and all.
"It's probably best if you wait til you're at home before you change back, huh?"
"Probably. The secretary will wonder where I went," Janie smiles, kissing her husband.
"It feels... weird, kissing you while I'm normal and you're all made up lookin' like someone else."
"I thought you'd like it. I thought that's why you leave home so early lately... because maybe I'm a little less than desirable."
Michel looks at Janie, a sheepish smile streaking his face, "What? Less... than desirable? Janie Halson I'm surprised at you."
"Well, why else would you leave so early if you really don't have anything to do but whack-off in your office?" Janie asks, picking up the last of the supplies from the floor, placing it on the desk.
"Work. I want to be here early. Look, if it helps, I'll start bringing some of the work home more often so I can at least have breakfast with my beautiful wife."
"Promise?" Janie asks, biting her lip.
"Promise. Meanwhile... you're more than desirable - especially when you're not wrapped up in this plastic."
"I love you, Honey," Janie smirks, hugging her husband. "Speaking of being wrapped in plastic..."
Michel laughs, "I know where this is going!"