Steve Farber groaned as he slowly woke up. He shifted a little under his sheets, and heard something fall off his bed with a soft thump.
“Fuck was that?” He grumbled as he opened his eyes and slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Something felt a little off this morning. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the early morning gloom.
“The fuck!?” He gasped as his vision settled and he came face to face with a My Little Pony poster on the wall in front of him. He looked around and could make out shelves of stuffed animals on the pastel pink walls. He looked down and saw the large stuffed teddy that had fallen from the bed.
“Why the fuck am I in Emma’s room?” He muttered to himself as he he got to his feet wearing nothing except a pair of old boxer shorts. He took a few steps towards to the door when he realised something else was wrong. He quickly clamped his hands to his crotch, noticing the absence of his usual morning wood. He felt nothing, just flatness.
“Nonono, fuck!” He half shouted as he pulled down his boxers, “Shit! what the fuck!?” He hissed as there was no sign of his dick. He placed his hand back into his frown and his heart dropped into his stomach as he felt two tiny lips in place of his cock and balls. He looked around and spotted Emma’s Barbie branded hand mirror on her little pink dresser and quickly grabbed it. He held it between his legs, and angled it so he could see what was going on. Sure enough, now nestled between his legs was a tiny slit. He a scream from his room next door. He quickly ran out the room, his boxers hanging from one ankle, and burst i through his own door.
“Mom!?” He gasped as he saw his mother, Anne Farber, stood next to his bed, her back to him. She was still dressed in her matching grey t-shirt and sleep shorts. She looked back over her shoulder, tears in her eyes.
“Steven…I…” she began, then her eyes fell on his naked crotch, “oh no! You too?” She gasped.
“Me too?” He asked, already fearing the answer. With a sad sigh she turned around, revealing his cock hanging over the waistband of her shorts. It was a strange sight to see the athletic brunette with a teenagers dick hanging from her crotch.
“That’s not mine,” she said, realisation dawning on her, “did you just come from..”
“Emma’s room. Yeah” he said sadly. They were aware of motion in the hallway behind them. A few seconds later his dad, Jason, arrived in the doorway, gasping for breath. He was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms and nothing else.
“Is everything alright?” He panted, “your scream woke me up and…” he stopped mid sentence as he suddenly noticed the situation in front of him.
“Oh my god!” He gasped “what happened?” Anne quickly filled him in, and he started to grow pale.
“So yeah… I seem to have Steve’s… thing, and he’s got Emma’s” she finished, “and I’m sorry to break it to you honey, but I think you might be missing something..” she added, nodding towards the lack of a bulge in his bottoms. Without caring the other two could see him, Jason yanked his sleepwear down to his knees, and sure enough, they were greeted by the sight of two lips nestled between his unkempt pubes.
“That’s definitely mine” Anne sighed, “wait but that means… where’s Emma?” She gasped. They all looked up as they could hear giggling from the hallway. The three of them rushed out and saw Emma, Steve’s four year old sister, waddling out of the master bedroom. She was holding up the hem of her Disney princess nightie with one hand, and in the other she was holding what was clearly Jason’s former meaty cock at full attention.
“Look daddy” she giggled, “I’ve got a big wee-wee like you!”
“Yes, we can see that honey” Anne said, trying to remain calm, “could you put you nightie back down now”
“Kay!” Emma grinned, dropping her shirt back down, which did nothing to hide to large bulge she now sported.
“Ok, I think it’s best we try and stay calm” Jason said, his voice wavering slightly, “let’s all just get dressed, and then I’ll call the hospital” they all nodded sullenly. Anne walked over and took Emma’s hand.
“Come on sweetie, I’ll help you” she said as she led her back to her own room, leaving Steve and his dad standing awkwardly together.
“Right… clothes!” Jason said before hurrying back to the master bedroom. Steve sighed deeply and made his way back to his own room.
