Sadly, the Shift was all about proximity, and - unlike last year's family reunion - no one could have planned for it. As it turned out, both my sister and I had brought our new fiances, Sam and Chloe, to meet the family that day. The family had rented out the park by the beach and it was a beautiful sunny Saturday. My sister and I joked around with our finances at our side as we grabbed some fried chicken at the buffet before walking across the lawn to visit with our favorite aunt, Aunt Carol. She had been single her whole life and was always colorful and vivacious. She saw us coming and waved enthusiastically.
Then it happened.
Everyone was blown off their feet. We stood up, disoriented. Our directions askew. Everyone stood up to different heights, in different clothes, doing their best to find a shaky balance in new bodies.
"Oh god. What was that?" My sister's fiance, Sam, rubbed his head for a moment before looking my fiance Chloe square in the eyes. His eyes grew wide as his hand slowly dropped to cup his crotch. Then he fainted.
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Aunt Carol has really come into her own in the last few months. She says she enjoys having my body and a chance at a new life. I repay the compliment with enthusiasm - though a decade or two has been shaved from mine. I never realized the desire coursing through a middle-aged woman until I was one. When my fiance and I got home that night, she rushed into the house and slammed our bedroom door. I could hear Chloe's sobs coming from our bedroom, only now she cried in the deep register of my sister's fiance's voice. Still in shock - and in my Aunt's heels - I stumbled to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. My hands were shaking, but I managed to reach behing me to unzip her dress. When it fell around my feet I leapt back in surprise. My new tits bounced with me, their voluptuous contours barely confined in my Aunt's pink bra. Dear god, Aunt Carol, what have you been hiding? She was always a character, but her lingerie was something to behold! Matching, pink, with stirrups and stockings - the full package. I nervously cupped her tits with her well-manicured fingers. My nipples pressed through the fabric of her bra to meet my grip. A peculiar, new warmth grew between my thighs. I quickly slipped her thong off. A thin, blonde racing stripe cut down my otherwise well-shaven crotch. Her stockings clung like vices to my upper thighs. The beauty of the woman in the mirror was age-defying and alluring. I stood up straight, pushing my tits out, and tried to fight the sudden urge to touch myself.
I finally convinced Chloe to unlock the bedroom door. My sister's fiance's hulking body appeared as it slowly creaked open, tears streaming down his face. We embraced. My new tits pressed into the firmness of her chistled body. My nipples grew harder. Sobbing, she began to stroke my hair with Sam's huge hands whispering repeatedly: "why did this happen?" Her hand slowly fell to my rear, now a lusciously plump butt. She cupped my naked cheek naively, pulling me closer. Then she squeezed it.
Something in her trousers began to dig into my pubic mound. I looked up at her and she looked back with a face of confusion and shame. She stepped back. I shook my head and stepped after her. "No, Chloe. . . it's okay. It's me. And I'm still here. Everything is going to be okay." I realized too late that while I was saying this I had begun unbuttoning her dress pants. They dropped to her feet revealing something even more daunting and impressive than my Aunt's curvaceous body. Seeing it was so overwhelming, I fell to my knees in shock. Chloe was huge. I could feel the mature pussy between my thighs suddenly dripping in anticipation.
I collected myself and smiled, whispering up to her again: "Everything is going to be okay." I moistened my lips with my tongue. My body knew how to make her feel better.
Our wedding is in two weeks. The entire family will be there. My sister is the best man. And you should see the lingerie I picked out...my aunt would be proud.