The Joneses - Presets 31-42

In the morning, Honey wakes up to her husband’s alarm.  She tries to sit up, and only partially succeeds.  She’s still armless and legless, and her efforts throw the covers off.  She’s still admiring her body when her husband returns to the bedroom.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Honey grins up at him, and arches her back to show off her remaining assets.  “Good morning to you, too.”  She frowns.  “You’re looking a bit the worse for wear.”

Mr. Jones chuckles softly.  “You are insatiable like this.  It was all I could do not to fall asleep on you.”

Honey smiles at the memories, and wriggles her way closer to him.  “So you’re not ready for another go?”

Mr. Jones picks up the remote, and aims it at his wife.  “No, I need to get going.  And you need limbs.”

“I can manage.”

“Seriously?  You won’t even be able to get out of the room.”

Honey gets a determined look on her face, and rolls off the bed with a bump and a soft ‘ow’.  She inchworms her way to the to the ensuite bathroom door, moaning slightly each time she drags her breasts along the carpeted floor.  Soon she’s in the ensuite, and looking up at the toilet.

“See, I can get around.”

Mr. Jones has watched the performance with rapt attention, and followed her into the bathroom.  “But can you get onto the toilet?  I’d rather not set down a litterbox for my wife.”

Honey wedges herself against the vanity cabinet, and levers herself to a vertical position.  But climbing up onto the slippery toilet proves quite impossible, despite her best efforts.  After the fifth time she falls onto her side, Honey admits defeat.

“OK, fine.  Restore me.”

“Huh.  That’s odd.”

“What?”

“There are two Restore buttons, now.  Restore Linda, and Restore Honey.”

“Ooh, restore me to Honey, please.  I don’t want my creaky old body back any time soon.”

“As you wish.”

A moment later, Honey stands up and gives her husband a proper hug.  When she nibbles on his earlobe she can feel his arousal pressing against her hip.  “Come on, call in sick.”

Mr. Jones looks nonplussed at the suggestion.  “You know I never would do that.”

“I know.  And I do love you for it.  But you have vacation and overtime days, take them.  You’ve got weeks and weeks banked.  I’ve got the week off, and Margaret will give me as much time as I want.  We can have some real fun.  Try out preset 23 on you, and see how long you can last...”

“I...”  Mr. Jones breaks from the embrace, and looks his sexy blonde wife up and down.  “You’re right.  The rest of the week will be quiet, anyway.  I still have to go in to talk to my boss about it, though.  I expect it’ll take some time.”

“I’ll be waiting here when you get home.  Won’t promise I’ll still have arms and legs, though.”

Mr. Jones shakes his head.  “Why is that so attractive?”

“Limbs just get in the way.”

“Wait until I’m back.  You’re too helpless like that, you wouldn’t be able to get out of the house if there was a problem.”

Honey sighs, and nods.  “Yes dear.”

She spends the morning going through the closet.  Even her biggest robe doesn’t begin to cover her breasts.  Some of her skirts come close to fitting, so she picks the seams of the prettiest one and re-sews it.  It’s far from her best work, but she feels better now that she can get at least half-way dressed.

Raiding Steven’s third of the closet produces several floral print shirts that only got worn once, on a long-ago vacation.  One matches the skirt passably, so she tailors it to a narrower waist, and it’s almost presentable.

Honey dresses, stands in front of the mirror, and sticks her tongue out at the reflection.  “No.  This simply won’t do at all.  Time to go shopping.”

She gathers up her purse, and while she’s adjusting her car seat to the new length of her legs she realizes that her ID doesn’t match her body.  It’s not terribly likely that she’d get stopped, but the possibility makes her shut the car off again.

The mall she works at is a modest bus-ride away, a fact that was useful in the leaner years, and comes in handy once again.  Honey finds that the bus-riding experience has changed since the last time.  She never used to attract the kind of attention she’s getting today.  At first she finds it a bit intimidating, but starts to warm up to the idea of being found attractive.  Until she gets groped on the way off the bus.

“Maybe I’ll take a cab home,” she mutters to herself, while glaring at the departing bus and the tattooed twenty-something guy who’s still leering at her out the window.

Honey’s first stop in the mall is at her usual clothing store.  The clerks, all women about Linda’s age, look at her oddly.  Finally one suggests another store nearby that caters to younger tastes.  Honey nods without comment, and leaves.  The clothes were far too dowdy for her to wear, and nothing would have fit her curves.

The store she was directed to is one she’d only been into while shopping with Stacy.  She’d never seen the appeal of such garish colours, but was starting to think that Honey could pull these looks off.  Here, she was fawned over by a girl younger than her daughter, especially once she said she was looking to build a wardrobe from scratch.  Tracy’s eyes widened at that, and she grinned.  “I’m sure I can help you with everything you need.”

Honey spent two hours in the store, trying out everything Tracy suggested.  She had a wonderful time.  Her hand-altered clothes ended up in a bag, replaced by a gorgeous red dress that fit her like a glove.  It was supported by brand new underthings, as well.  Honey was surprised to find that she now wore a GG cup, and that such things were actually available without special orders.

“Oh, lots of people need those now,” commented Tracy.  “We have a tough time keeping them in stock.  If you decide to make yourself bigger, there’s a couple of lingerie shops in here that either have or can get just about anything.”

Honey is still distracted by her reflection in the new dress, and thanks Tracy idly without considering the implications of what she said.  She window-shops through the mall slowly, smiling every time she turns heads.  Before she knows it, her feet lead her right to the jewelry store where she works.

She’s inside, and waving to her boss before she remembers she’s not Linda today.  Margaret isn’t with a customer, so she walks over to Honey.

“Linda!  I thought it was you.”

“But...  How?”

Margaret signals to one of the other clerks that she’s taking her lunch break, and bustles Honey off to the food court.

Over lunch, Honey repeats her question.  “How could you tell I’m Linda?”

“Remember my niece Tina?”

Honey nods.  “Cute girl, comes into the shop from time to time to talk to you.  I have wondered why she’s not in school some days.”

“That’s my brother, Tony.”

“But... she’s so young... Oh.  Why?”

Margaret shakes her head.  “Something hush-hush, she won’t tell me what.  The thing is, once you’re used to the idea, you start seeing it everywhere.”

“In our store?”

“Oh, all the time.  Not as bad as certain clothing stores here,” Margaret nods to Honey’s shopping bags.  “But we still get a few.  Older women in young bodies carry themselves differently.  Poised, yet slightly clumsy if they’re really new to it.”

Honey is crestfallen.  “Oh.  I was kind of liking not being Linda.”

“Only people who knew Linda well would know exactly who you are.  A lot more might figure out you’re not normally like that, though.  At least until you learn the part a little better.  So if you’re not Linda, who are you?”

“Honey.”

Margaret tries not to laugh, but her face gives it away.

“What.  I thought it went well with the hair.”

“It’s a bit cliche, but it suits your new look.  Are you going to stay like this?”

“I...  Maybe.  I’m new to all this, but... honestly, Honey already feels more real to me than Linda.”

Margaret looks her old friend over appraisingly.  “You could still work at the shop, you know.  I’ll say you’re Linda’s niece, and keep Linda on the payroll for the paperwork.”

Honey’s eyes light up, and she jumps up to hug Margaret impulsively.  “Oh, that’d be lovely.  Thank you!  Um... what was that about paperwork?”

Margaret points out that Honey doesn’t have any of the usual documents one needs to secure a job.  But as Honey starts to look worried, she notes that the Department of Magical Enforcement can issue replacement ID.

“It’s not cheap, but you get a DME ID card that lets you prove who you used to be.  So you can use that plus your driver’s licence, or your passport if you want to travel.”

“Oh!  I should definitely do that, then.”

Margaret excuses herself to return to work, and Honey promises she’ll call ‘soon’ about taking some shifts.

Honey’s almost bouncing with excitement for the entire cab-ride home, ignoring the cabbie’s tendency to look at her in his rear-view mirror more than he looks at the road.

Inside, she finds her husband sitting on the couch, just staring at the TV.  It’s off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh.  Hi, Lin... I mean Honey.  Nothing’s wrong, I just...  Hadn’t realized, really.  I’m only 64, hadn’t really thought about retiring yet.  But between all the sick leave I never took, overtime, vacation time, and some newfangled ‘adaptation leave’ I’ve never even heard of before...  I’m done.”

“Done?”

“I’m retired.  I’m nominally on the payroll until my birthday, then I start drawing a pension.”

Mr. Jones pulls his tie off, and stares at it as if it was some foreign object.  He throws it into the fireplace, a gesture diminished by the lack of a fire.

“So... huh.  Now what?”

“I have no idea.”

Honey takes her purchases into the bedroom, and comes back with the remote.  “Join me.”

“Eh?”

She points the remote at him, and starts pressing channel-up repeatedly.  Soon Steven has become the gangly, pimply youth that he was in high school.  Then he becomes older, more muscled, more tanned than he’d ever been before.  Just like Linda had, he realizes a bit too late that he’s naked in the living room, and she follows him to the bedroom with a lustful smile on her face.

Honey only barely manages to keep her dress from joining Steven’s suit as tatters on the floor.

Hours later, they shower together to clean up the results of their exertions.

“Thank you, love,” says Steven.  “I needed that.”

Honey reaches around to give him an intimate squeeze.  “So did I.  You’ve got way more stamina like this.  Rrowr.  Ooh, and you’re already rising to the challenge once more.”

The shower runs cold on them before they are done.  Or clean.

Later, Honey finds that her aprons still fit passably.  She wears nothing under it, the better to tease Steven as she makes dinner.  He has restored himself to his ‘normal’ form and age, but still can’t take his eyes off his wife.

After dinner, they end up in front of the TV, as they always have.  Honey gets frustrated with the ads, and halfway through their second show, she uses the remote to start recording it.  “We can watch that later.”

“But I...”  

Honey disappears through the doorway, and tosses her apron back through it.  Steven grins, and follows her to the bedroom.

By the time he gets there, Honey has used the remote on herself a few times, and she’s wearing the leather outfit with solid cuffs.  Heavy bars are holding her hands away from her sides, and her legs apart.

“You missed this one last night,” she says with a smile.

“Wow.”

Honey wiggles the remote.  “Take it.  Keep going.”

Steven does so, and Honey hobbles her way to the bed.  As she lies down, she feels her clothes change, constraining and confining her deliciously tightly.  Then another press takes her clothes and her limbs away.  “Back to good old thirty.  Sure you don’t want another go-round?”

“I want to see what’s next.”

“Sounds good to... huh.”

Honey sits up, her limbs restored.  “Disappointing.”

Steven grins, and points at her hair.  “Wait, I remember that colour.”

Honey looks in the mirror, and giggles.  “Pink!  Wow, so very pink.”  She moves closer, and notices her eyes are bright purple.  “Well.  Now we know how Jenny got her look.”

A moment later, her hair is lime green, and her eyes a deep jade.  Honey coos softly at the look, and turns to pose for her husband.  “What do you think?”

“Hm.  The eyes are nice, but... not sure about the hair.”  A moment later, said hair is a brilliant orange, and her eyes are amber.  The electric blue hair with sapphire eyes cause both to stop for a moment.

“It’s... striking.  But not quite me.”

Next comes fiery red hair, and dark garnet eyes.

“I could get used to this look,” comments Steven.

“Honestly, though, I think I prefer blonde.  But a bit of cinnamon Honey from time to time... I could do that.”

Suddenly Honey’s hair is dark as night, as are her eyes and lips.  Her skin is pale as milk, and she’s dressed in a tight black corset that pushes her breasts up magnificently.  

Honey studies herself in the mirror, and fingers her enlarged canines.  “Hm.  Never was much of a fan of vampires, but...”  Her look doesn’t change, but her clothes do.  This corset is blood-red, and covers her up to the top of her neck.

“Tight.  I like it.”

The next outfit is a long, black dress trimmed in velvet.  It is followed by more corsets in dark shades, each accompanied by matching heavy leather collars and cuffs.

“I like the accessories, but...”

Steven looks up from the remote, and exclaims, “Honey?  Where did you go?”

A soft meow comes from near his feet.  Steven crouched down, and smiled at the cat.  “Mickey?  I don’t remember Stacy leaving you here...”

The cat meows indignantly.  He points the remote at it, and laughs as he sees ‘Honey Jones’ appear across the top.  “Oh, so it is you.  Wow.  I had no idea.”

Steven touches the ‘Restore’ button, and a moment later Honey is standing before him once more.

“Hey!  Why’d you go and do that?”

“It’s late, and... well, did you want to be a cat?”

Honey smiles.  “Sure.  I’ll sleep curled up on the bed.”

“And you won’t need a litterbox?”

She sticks her tongue out at her husband.  “No.  I’ll be fine.”

One tap later there is one more cat and one less woman in the room.

Steven undresses for bed, and turns out the light.  “Sleep well, Honey.”

“Mrrowl.”