Crashing a party

“Yeah… whatever!” Rachel shouts back at her parents before slamming the door behind her and grabbing her phone to text her boyfriend about the upcoming party in the evening. Already in college, she hated that her parents remain in control of her social and dating life, and the recent grounding proves her point. Rebellious and wanting independence, Rachel ignores her parents’ punishment for doing badly in a test and plans to sneak out for the house party. “Fucking overprotective losers…” she mumbles under her breath as she digs through her wardrobe for suitable clothes.

Instead, Martha and Frank sit in the living room and let out a sigh after grounding their daughter for the weekend. Martha sobs a little as she remembers Rachel as a kind and bright girl before meeting the boyfriend who introduced her to parties and shady friends. Her grades started to fall, and she became increasingly rebellious despite her parents trying to guide her back to the right path. “I don’t know what to do…” Martha cries, as her husband comforts her in deep thought for a solution. From past experiences, they know their daughter will sneak out at night and worry that bad things will happen at the party.

“Hmm… we can keep an eye on her at the party” Frank suggests, but his wife rolls her eyes at his idea since their age would be so obvious among the college students. If they were caught spying on their daughter, she’ll hate them even more and ruin whatever relationship is left. Confident with his idea, Frank grabs two small vials behind a shelf and hands one to Martha as she looks at it sceptically. “This will revert us back to our college age for the night” he says with a grin, remembering what the antique store woman said to him earlier in the day. Looking younger and different, hopefully Rachel won’t recognise them if they attended the party to subtly watch over her.

“How much did you pay for this scam?” Martha sighs with annoyance, but after some encouragement from her husband, she decides to swallow it all. Without a better plan, Frank drinks his vial too and waits for the effects to begin, but his entire body starts to feel numb and his vision blurs. “Wha… what was that?!” Martha groans as she sways weakly and leans against the chair for support as she blacks out the same time as her husband.

Groaning with a splitting headache, Frank finally wakes up to see the sun setting after a few hours of unconsciousness. Shaking his wife back to consciousness, she angrily glares at him for drugging themselves with an unknown substance, but her attention shifts to her tingling body. “What did you make me drink?!” Martha splutters in a panic, unaware of her wrinkly and loose skin tightening and doubling with sensitivity. Wheezing for breath, the pregnancy stretch marks fade away while her stomach flattens into a toned athletic core perfect for crop tops. Standing up, her bones feel stronger as she feels a strange pressure in her thighs and ass.

“It was supposed to wor--- oh my God…” Frank replies with his jaw hanging open in surprise as his wife’s face start to contort. More wrinkles and blemishes on her face disappear while her skin tightens with youthfulness and a layer of make-up. Confused by Frank’s reaction, Martha looks at the mirror to see her eyes become slanted while her blue irises turn dark brown. Worry and excitement races through her mind as she watches herself become decades younger to match her daughter while losing some of her distinctive features. “It’s working… but you look different…” Frank says, watching his wife’s Caucasian face warp into an unrecognisable Asian complexion as her blonde hair turns black and silky smooth.

“I… like… look so different… but younger!” Martha gasps, seeing an Asian college student staring back in the mirror as her motherly voice cracks higher into a cuter tone with a thick Japanese accent. She covers her mouth in shock after realizing that she’s starting to talk like her daughter and her mind throbs as latest trends and fashion seeps into her mind. Without warning, her chest pulsates, and her saggy breasts suddenly fills with fat and becomes firmer within seconds. Before she can react, her expanding tits burst out of her shirt into round D-cups she always wished for when she was younger. “I thought… like… it’ll just make me younger… not a complete different person” Martha splutters, cupping her huge breasts in her hands as horny teenage thoughts fill her mind.

“Shit… I’ll… um… like… like find a way to reverse it” Frank says in a panic with a shifting speech pattern as he no longer recognises the wife he married for over twenty years. He helplessly watches the Asian girl explore her busty body and rub her finger along her virgin pussy she lost decades ago. “I think… I’m starting to change too” Frank gasps, almost biting his tongue as it instinctively twists his words into a similarly thick Japanese accent. Covering his mouth in horror, his lips plump up with lipstick while his neck becomes slimmer without his Adams apple. Touching his face in confusion, he feels the contours shift under his skin as his jawline becomes softer and cheekbones pop higher to form a rounder and more feminine appearance. “M-My face!” Frank squeals, hearing his deep and authoritative voice cracking higher into a sultry and feminine tone.

“Oh my God… you’re becoming younger… but an Asian chick too” Martha exclaims in shock, seeing her husband’s aged and weathered face smoothen with youthfulness and a layer of make-up. Blinking his eyes in a panic, Frank feels them widening and becoming slanted with long eyelashes and epicanthic folds as his irises turn dark brown too. “Y-You look so different!” Martha gasps, as her husband touches his unfamiliar yet cute facial features matching his girly voice.

“W-wait… I’m changing gender too?!” Frank splutters in a panic as his short and balding head fills with long luscious hair growing down to his shoulders, turning jet black and silky smooth. As if answering his question, his body shudders violently as his broad shoulders crunches narrower with high collarbones around his slender neck. Sharply arching his back, his spine pops multiple times as it becomes curvier and shorter, making him as petite as Martha. “I… I just wanted to be… a younger version of myself…” Frank groans as he watches his blistered and wrinkly hands smoothen smaller with dainty fingers and long nails. His aging muscles rapidly tighten but shrink into slender arms as his feet does the same by crunching a few sizes smaller with pedicured toes.

“Well… you definitely look better than before” Martha jokes, watching her husband’s beer belly flatten into a toned core with a slender waistline. Frank grunts as his hips flare outwards into child-bearing proportions and contrasts against his narrow waist to create an ideal hour-glass figure. His hips pulsate with activity as fat floods into his widening hips and also begin to seep into his ass, causing it to swell into a round bubble butt within seconds. “Wow… that’s definitely an upgrade…” Martha chuckles teasingly as Frank touches his protruding ass in shock and shudders from the softness of his new assets.

 “U-Upgrade?! I… I look like one of our daughter’s slutty friends” Frank wheezes for breath as his diaphragm and ribs contract to match his petite frame. He fidgets uncomfortably as his thighs rapidly balloon with fat and become thicker than his head until his sensitive inner thighs rub against each other. Pointing at his curvy body to prove his point, he gasps in shock as his chest starts to tingle and he looks down to see his nipples puffy and areolas darkening. “No… No… that means…” Frank splutters in realization but it’s too late as waves of fat begin to accumulate under his nipples and push them out into budding A-cups. Within seconds, they swell into modest B-cups, causing his areolas to widen and chest to tingle with heightened sensitivity. “T-titties… I… don’t want to be a woman” Frank groans, cupping his growing breasts in his hands as they continue to grow and fill his palms. Gasping for air, his tits finally swell into round D-cups jiggling on his chest as his slender fingers sink into the warm and milky flesh. Looking down, he cringes in disbelief at the weight hanging from his chest and the deep cleavage between his two soft mounds.

“They’re as big as mine!... you’ll get used to them” Martha grins, squeezing her own breasts as Frank turns red in embarrassment. Fighting the urge to grope his own, Frank’s head throbs with new thoughts and begin to feel cloudy. Decades of work and experiences start to feel distant and unfamiliar, but the thoughts of shopping and dates after college becomes more apparent. “One thing left…” Martha smiles as she watches her husband’s dick harden into a rock-hard boner he hasn’t experienced in years.

“Oohh… fuuck… these horny… thoughts” Frank grunts as he tries to ignore the new desires of getting his breasts groped and a huge dick an inch from his body. Pre-cum dribbles from his throbbing cock as he succumbs to his urges and squeezes his dick passionately. Rubbing his slender fingers along his shaft, cum squirts all over the floor as his balls are pumped empty before slurping into his crotch and reforming into fertile ovaries. “Aahnn… feels… so good” Frank moans loudly as he strokes his dick more until it becomes flaccid and inverts into his crotch to leave a tight slit in its place. Wanting more, he slips his fingers into his pussy and gasps loudly as he touches his newly formed clitoris and juices squirt from his deepening vagina. His body shudders with pleasure as he pushes his fingers deeper and feels moist folds push out from his pussy to envelop his fingers like a glove.

“Okay Fumiko… I mean Frank… that’s enough” Martha says, as Frank orgasms again, causing all his bodily hair to disappear and his aging skin to smoothen with a creamy oriental hue matching his new ethnicity. Breaking out of his orgasmic daze, Frank shyly pulls his finger out of his pussy and feels ashamed of succumbing to his horny younger urges. “We need to check on our daughter… remember?” Martha says with slight impatience as her husband promptly borrows some of Rachel’s clothes for the night.

“Yep… let’s go…” Frank mumbles, cringing at his accented girly voice as they walk towards the distant sound of music and flashing lights. After a while, the high heels start to feel easier to walk in and the rhythmic bounce of his breasts no longer become distracting. Upon reaching the party house, the man at the door ogles at their bodies and gives them a creepy wink before letting them in without a second thought before Frank decides to punch him in the face. “Urgh…” Frank whispers to his wife, but she just giggles at his reaction and begins to look around for their daughter.

“A sexy girl like you need a drink” a college boy says to Frank as he feels all the other males in the room gaze at his curvy body. Awkwardly rejecting the stranger’s offer, he continues to look around as his ears ring from the loud music and chatter all around him. Feeling thirsty, he grabs a beer for himself and drinks it all before noticing Martha nearby too.

“I can drink so much again!” Martha giggles to her husband as she swallows another shot of vodka and the crowd cheers. Unlike her, Frank starts to feel tipsy and realizes that his new petite feminine body cannot take as much alcohol as he could in the past. Leaning against the wall for support, he looks around for Rachel as the pop music starts to feel familiar and he’s starting to enjoy the electric vibes at the party.

Glancing at the staircase, Frank catches sight of Rachel’s dress before disappearing into a room with a man that could only mean trouble. “Misaki… M-Martha… I found… her” Frank shouts to his wife, but she’s having fun drinking and dancing to the music.

“W-Who?” Misaki replies casually, not knowing what he meant. The man besides her is so handsome for her to care about anyone else as she takes another shot with him, feeling his hand inch closer around her hips.

Not wanting to cause a scene with her, Frank hastily rushes up the staircase himself to catch Rachel red-handed at the party and bring her back home. Reaching the door, he barges in to see a man pressing a blonde onto the bed and pounding her pussy raw as she moans with pleasure. Startled by the sudden entrance, the man pulls his dick out of her pussy and stares at Frank in confusion. “W-Who are you?” the man splutters as he gazes at Franks’ busty body.

“I’m… um… F---Fumiko” she blurts out as she stares at the man’s huge cock coated in juices. Blushing red, Fumiko feels her nipples harden and crotch moisten as the loud music heightens her senses and the sight of a dick makes her head feel hazy. “I’m… here for… Rachel…” she mumbles hesitantly as the blonde on the bed frowns in confusion, not knowing who the Japanese girl is.

“For… Rachel?” the man mumbles quizzically.

“Y-Yes… to replace her…” Fumiko smiles sheepishly as she takes off her clothes to reveal her huge breasts and puffy pussy lips. Her petite body buzzes with arousal at the thought of the man’s cock pumping her pussy full and dominating over her every night. Memories of sex and college fills her younger mind as she no longer recognises Rachel, but the muscular man on the bed. “Brad… I want you to… fuck me so bad” Fumiko coos as the man glances between Rachel and her before pushing Rachel out of the room.

“I’m all yours babe…” Fumiko purrs as she strokes Brad’s dick and lies down on the bed where Rachel was. Not wasting any time, the man grips her wide hips like fuck hands and positions her in front of his throbbing cock before teasing her pussy with the tip of his dick. She pants eagerly and inhales sharply as he pushes his cock deep into her while spreading her tight pussy lips apart. “Nuugh… yessss… yeees!” Fumiko moans loudly as he starts to pound her insides and she starts to gyrate her hips for more until she feels the familiar sensation of hot cum spraying into her pussy. Giggling, she feels cum drip from her vagina as Brad pulls out and she hears her sister Misaki moaning in the room next door getting her pussy filled too.

“I love this party… we should do more” Fumiko giggles as she spreads her pussy apart with her fingers, wanting for another round with Brad before another round of drinks downstairs. She doesn’t have classes until midday tomorrow so she can spend all night at the party.