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Chronivac Version 4.0

Ready to go?

added 11 years ago O

Jeff opened the front door, noting that he had to reach up now to grab the handle. There was Tamara. She looked the same as ever, dark brown hair, brown eyes, pleasant smile, perky little breasts. The only difference now was that Jeff found himself looking up at his 5’3” tall girlfriend. She wore a dark dress with a subtle floral pattern and a pair of high heel sandals. (Why did it have to be high heels?)

“Um, hi,” was all he could think to say.

“Hi,” she said and smiled down at him. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see him with the body of an 8-year-old boy from the neck down. “You ready to go?”

“Well,” he said. “Here’s the thing. I have something… unusual going on right now.”

“Oh?” she said, teasingly. She stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. “And just what is this ‘unusual’ thing that’s so much more important than your girlfriend?”

Jeff tried not to blush. He felt so embarrassed to be seen with his little, immature body, and he certainly wasn’t about to explain what had happened to him to his girlfriend. She was nice, and they both really cared for each other, but she had a habit of teasing him about any little thing, playfully of course. For example not long after they had started dating, she found out that he had peed his pants in the second grade. As a joke gift, she bought him an adult diaper, a bib, and a pacifier. If she ever found out what he had just done to himself, well, he’d never hear the end of it.

“Serious computer issues,” he finally managed to say. “Really serious.”

“That sounds like something that could wait,” she said. “Unless you prefer the company you find on your computer over me.” She gently pulled him close to her. His face rested on her chest, while her breasts pressed into the top of his head. He felt her warmth radiating through her dress as she hugged him gently. “So, how do I compare?” she asked. God, she was hot. Below, he felt the tiniest, little immature boner stiffen up and press against his tighty whities.

She loosened her embrace and looked down into his eyes. “So,” she said. “You ready to go now?” She smiled.


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