A Grand Old Pair Of Swaps

"Oh come on, Abbi. Again? You can't be serious, dude" sighed Daniel, now inhabiting his grandmother's buxom form,

"Hey, listen man, when we got grandma and grandpa that one week body swap spell for their anniversary we promised to live their lives as normal. I can't help it if grandpa happens to be a total stud" said a smug Abbi, loving the power she now held over her older brother.

"Wouldn't be such a stud without all that viagra you've been poppin'..." muttered Daniel,

"Hey, I'm just enjoying the perks of retired life with my obedient and dutiful wife by my side. Speaking of, lose the bra, wifey. Poppa wants another tittyfuck!"

Daniel did as he was told. As much as he protested and would never admit it out loud, his grandmother's body was responding pretty strongly to everything his sister was putting him through. But he couldn't help but wonder how his grandma was getting on in his teenage body...

"A thong, Murray? My, my, aren't you a little slut!" gloated Ethel, after barging in on her husband of forty years while he was changing. There was something so empowering about seeing him reduced to their seventeen year-old neice's petit form.

"Ethel, would you be reasonable for a moment please?" he snapped, "Honestly, if mom and dad - um, I mean, if my son and his wife were to walk past right now how do you think this would look to them?"

"Oh, relax, 'sis'. Why not live a little? I know I've been enjoying my time as a strapping young man" said Ethel,

"Don't remind me. I can hear the bed springs squeaking every time you've brought home another young floozy. I mean, really, children these days have no morals" said Murray,

"This coming from the girl in the lacy thong?" she laughed "You should get out there, meet some boys. You're only young once. Well, twice in our case... I do think it's marvelous though really. Today's young women are just so... liberated! I mean, some of the things I've done in this body you simply wouldn't believe! I'll have a lot to show you once we've returned to our old lives...". Ethel winked as she left her husband to finish getting dressed in peace. 

As his mind wandered, Murray couldn't help but feel his crotch dampen slightly at the prospect of maybe letting Abbi's boyfriend slip a hand under his skirt.