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Taking sometime to adjust to his new center of gravity, Tracy's body stood up. Took one step. And fell, twisting her ankle.

Muttering curses, joe fiddled with the tiny buckles, "why does it go up to her knees?" Unwinding the straps from his new legs, he took off her shoes, and started wiggling her toes. "This I can do."

Once again, he stood. This time, barefoot, tracy lead the dog back to the path. She bent down and picked up her discarded phone, her wallet a part of the case. "Tracy, eh? Lets take a look at where we live."

Fortunately, Tracy didn't live too far from the park, as the hot sidewalk was rather unpleasant. Strangely enough though, joe found that the sun felt amazing on Tracy's skin. Gazing at the house in awe, Joe released Pawl from the leash "I might never leave" he whispered.

Joe tried to batt the dog away as it kept sniffing him and whining, but it wouldnt listen to him. The dog followed him as Joe wandered from room to room, basking in the opulence. He stopped at the room he was fairly sure was Tracy's.

Cream walls, but a massive bed with pink sheets, blankets and pillows. Covered in stuffed animals. There were two other doors. The open one lead to a private bathroom with a suana tub. The other...

"Nice" he whispered as the lights popped on with his entrance. A three mirror nook so he could see every angle, with a stool and makeup vanity stood sentinal at the entrance to a walkin closet of gargantuan proportions. Dresses, skirts, pants, shorts, blouses, shirts, jackets, dozens of shoes, and things you couldn't even name.

Drooling, joe sat upon the stool spreading his legs wide. His new hands, soft and dainty started running up and down Tracy's legs. Strating at the knees, he brought them up to his thighs, then back down, over and over.

Leaning forward in anticipation, he gazed down his shirt, staring obsessively at his new massive tits. His tiny hands traveled all the way down to his ankles before slowly drawing back up to his thighs. Again and again, the hands traveled, but getting slower, more delicate. His fingernails started tracing elaborate batterns across his legs until with a gasp one brushed against his mound.

Even through layers of clothes, the sensation was intense. The patterns continued teasingly, mewling gasps emerging as he traced patterns along his new body. Building and building until.

A sharp gasp.

A release.

Tracy laying on the floor, chest heaving. This body was amazing. "Im never leaving." She whispered as a trickle of memories start to flow into her mind. Pieces of the body's origional owner. Bits of what made her her.

As she started to come down From her high, she began to think on what he would do next. If this body was his, then so was everything else here.