Roger’s day off.

American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 4: Roger’s Day Off

With Stan safely out the door and on his way to the CIA, Roger (still in Francine’s curvy MILF body) locked the front door with a wicked grin. The house was finally his playground.

“Time to have some fun, Mrs. Smith,” he purred in Francine’s voice, running his hands down her sides and giving her hips a little shake. “Let’s see what this body can really do.”

He headed straight to Francine’s closet and started rifling through it. A few minutes later he emerged wearing a skimpy black leather strap outfit he’d found buried in the back — something Francine had probably bought for a “spicy night” and never worn. The straps barely covered anything, accentuating every curve.

Roger strutted into the living room where Klaus was floating in his bowl on the coffee table.

“Klaus, darling! Front row seat for the greatest show Langley Falls has ever seen!”

He hit the stereo, blasting some sultry music, and began a ridiculous, over-the-top strip show just for the fish. He swayed Francine’s hips, ran his hands slowly up her leather-strapped body, squeezing her breasts and sliding them together while blowing kisses at Klaus.

“Oh yes… feel the rhythm, fishy! These tits are magnificent! Look at them bounce!” Roger laughed, bouncing Francine’s chest dramatically. “Giggity? No, this is Roger levels of fabulous!”

Klaus’s eyes were wide, his little fish mouth opening and closing in shock. “Frau Smith… is that you? Or… Roger? This is highly irregular!”

Roger just winked and kept dancing, turning around to shake her ass in the leather straps. “Irregular? Darling, this is art!”

After a solid twenty minutes of pure chaotic performance, Roger finally got bored. “Alright, enough foreplay. Stan will be home soon. Time to change into something more… wholesome.”

He disappeared back into the closet and re-emerged a few minutes later in a classic 1950s pin-up girl outfit — tight red polka-dot dress with a deep neckline, stockings, heels, and bright red lipstick. He twirled in front of the mirror, admiring how the dress hugged Francine’s figure.

“Perfect. Sweet, innocent housewife on the outside… filthy alien on the inside. Stan will never suspect a thing.”

He struck a pose, hands on hips, chest pushed out, and smiled at his reflection.

“Now… what trouble should I cause before hubby gets home?”