Stan

American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 2: This Is Not How a Real American Man Behaves

The woman who looked exactly like Francine Smith blinked several times, then stood up straighter, shoulders squared in that unmistakable Stan Smith posture. She looked down at the sundress hugging her chest and hips, then slowly ran her hands over them.

Stan Smith (now in his wife’s curvy MILF body) stared at his reflection in the hallway mirror, eyes wide with a mix of patriotic awe and total confusion.

“Sweet liberty… I’m… I’m in my wife’s body,” he muttered in Francine’s voice, but with his deep, ultra-serious tone. “These… these are tremendous American assets. God bless this body.”

He gave Francine’s breasts a firm, appreciative squeeze, then immediately pulled his hands back like he’d been burned.

“Wait — no! A real American man does not fondle his wife’s… his own… lady parts in the kitchen! This is highly irregular!”

Upstairs, the rest of the family came rushing in after hearing the commotion.

Hayley burst out laughing first. “Oh my God… Dad? Is that you in Mom’s body? You look so weird standing like that!”

Steve pointed and howled. “Dad’s got boobs! And he’s squeezing them! This is the greatest day of my life!”

Klaus floated in his bowl, eyes wide. “Frau Smith… I mean, Mr. Smith… you are looking very… fertile today.”

Stan (in Francine’s body) puffed out his chest, which only made Francine’s breasts bounce more. He tried to stand in his usual heroic pose, hands on hips, but the sundress made it look ridiculous.

“Listen up, family! This is clearly the result of some liberal, alien, or communist plot! But as a proud American, I will maintain order in this household! No one is to mention this to anyone. We will fix this situation with dignity and traditional values!”

Hayley smirked. “Traditional values? Dad, you’re wearing Mom’s sundress and you just felt yourself up. Twice.”

Steve was already taking pictures with his phone. “Smile, Mom—I mean Dad! The guys at school are gonna lose their minds.”

Stan’s face (Francine’s face) turned bright red. He crossed his arms over his chest, which only pushed Francine’s breasts up higher.

“Steven! Delete those photos immediately! A real American man does not… does not have a… a…” He glanced down between his legs and whispered in horror, “a pussy. I’m still straight. I’m definitely still straight. This is just temporary. Very temporary.”

He suddenly noticed his own **** male body slumped on the couch in the living room, still breathing but completely out cold.

Stan (in Francine’s body) pointed dramatically. “There! My real body! Someone go drag it down to the basement and let’s figure out how to reverse this before I start craving chocolate and crying during commercials!”

The family just kept laughing and taunting him as Stan tried (and failed) to keep his usual patriotic authority while stuck in his wife’s very distracting body.