"Children?" Richard remarked, his alarmed voice shifting to a more feminine pitch with the hint of an irish accent creeping in. "It's changing little kids now! This is seriously fucked up."
"Hey! Watch the fucking language around the wee ones!" Charles said, his own voice adapting similar changes. He had become short and petite by now, his freckled breasts B cups and his body developing slender curves. His red braid was now brushing against his bare ass, and his eyes had turned to hazel. His penis was little more than a small bulge on his g string bottoms.
"Why don't you watch your own fucking mouth, you little bitch?" Richard shot back. His changes were nearly as progressed as Charles', his pale body now stretching out his sling bikini, with D cup breasts and a fleshy rear. His own hair had turned a fiery red, and was inching down his body in a bright mane.
Grace smiled. She wasn't sure why, but she loved it whenever Charles and Richard fought. It was just so fun to watch. She stepped back as Charles and Richard's argument became increasingly heated, reaching a hand in her swimming trunks to stroke her lengthening clitoris.
The younger pairing, meanwhile, was getting a good look around at the pool, where there were many grown ups in various stages of nakedness doing activities they both were fairly certain were inappropriate and gross.
