Steve

American Dad – Possession Story Chapter 2: Steve’s Discovery

Steve (in Francine’s body) stood frozen in front of the hallway mirror, hands still gently cupping his mom’s breasts. He gave them another soft, experimental squeeze, eyes wide.

“Whoa… they’re so heavy. And warm. They actually jiggle when I move like this,” he muttered in Francine’s voice, bouncing slightly on his toes. “This is so weird… but kinda awesome.”

He ran his hands down her sides, over the wide hips and smooth thighs, then turned to check out the ass in the mirror. “Mom’s butt is… really nice. Way rounder than I thought.” His face turned bright red, but he couldn’t stop touching and exploring, lifting the sundress a little to see more.

After ten minutes of fascinated poking and prodding, Steve’s teenage brain kicked into overdrive. “If I’m stuck like this all day… I should at least try some of her clothes.”

He raided Francine’s closet and found something that made his eyes light up — a short plaid schoolgirl skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks. Giggling nervously, he put it on, tying Francine’s long dark hair into two cute pigtails with ribbons he found in a drawer.

Steve looked at himself in the mirror. The outfit was ridiculously tight on Francine’s curvy adult body — the blouse stretched across her chest, the skirt barely covering her thighs.

“Heh… I look like a total perv’s dream,” he said, turning side to side and admiring how the skirt swished. “This is so wrong… but I can’t stop.”

He practiced walking in the heels, hips swaying more than necessary, then took a deep breath and sauntered downstairs.

Stan was still at the kitchen table, trying to finish his coffee and pretend everything was normal. When “Francine” came down the stairs in the schoolgirl outfit with bouncy pigtails, he nearly choked.

“Francine?! What the hell are you wearing?! That’s… that’s not appropriate for a married woman! You look like some kind of… of… teenage fantasy girl! Take that off right now!”

Steve (in Francine’s body) grinned awkwardly, sat down at the table, and immediately started shoveling cereal into his mouth like a starving teenager — milk dribbling down his chin and onto the blouse.

“Uh… Dad? It’s me, Steve,” he said between messy bites, voice still Francine’s but with clear teenage awkwardness. “I woke up in Mom’s body. These boobs are insane, dude. They keep bouncing when I walk. And this skirt feels weird on her… uh… everything.”

He reached up and casually adjusted the tight blouse over his chest again, then went back to eating like a slob.

Stan stared in horror, fork frozen halfway to his mouth.

“Steve?! My son is in my wife’s body?! Wearing a schoolgirl outfit?! This is worse than the time Roger turned the house into a strip club!”

Steve just shrugged, still chewing loudly with his mouth open, one hand absentmindedly resting on his (Francine’s) chest.