Undercover

 

Supermom

 

Daves wife was going out of town. Normally when she went out of town they get a sitter. This time for whatever reason, she decided that her husband could take care of them himself instead of someone else. Daves wife was a witch, so she had a spell that not only would not only provide a sufficient sitter but also a fun weekend for her dear husband.

She called Dave at work to tell him that she wanted him to take care of the kids while she’s gone.

“I still have to work! You want me to take care of the kids too? How am I gonna do that, babe? I’m not superdad!” Dave complained.

“I don’t think even superdad could handle this. What you need to be is SUPERMOM!”

He dropped his phone as a chill ran through Daves spine as he heard the word supermom. His height quickly dwindled from his height of 6’3 to a minuscule 5’0. Blonde hair profited out of his head and fell to the middle of his back. His hips pushed out while his butt inflated into two round meaty cheeks. Then, his body started swelling with muscle, most of it landing in his strong thighs and butt. 

Dave was standing in the middle of his office, tiny and transformed, so he ran out the back of the office building. His strong legs felt powerful and he moved much faster than he anticipated his short legs would allow.

Once he got outside he looked down at himself and noticed he was now wearing a sexy supergirl outfit. Dave grabbed his phone and called his wife back while rubbing his incredible new abs.

“What the hell babe?!? You turned me into a mini superhero!” Dave squeaked in his new higher pitched voice.

“You’re mini?!” His wife squealed in delight “oh wonderful! I can’t wait to see how you turned out! Now fly home right after work and feed the kids! Gotta go! *click*

Dave sat there for a second after she had hung up. “Fly?” He wondered aloud. He hadn’t considered that he wasn’t just a woman, she had said supermom. Dave thought about flying for a second and suddenly started to hover. 

“Holy shit, this might be her best spell yet!” Dave was all of a sudden on board with being a tiny female superhero!

Playing with my daughters

My wife is a witch, and she keeps things interesting around the house. You never really know what she’s going to do. She doesn’t abuse her power or anything, but she does have a sense of humor in how she approaches her magic. This is one of those instances.

I was sitting on the couch reading the paper when my wife walked into the room.

“Hey honey, I’m going to the store. Will you keep an eye on the girls?”

“Sure babe.” I said as I didn’t look up from my paper.

“You know they’d really like it if you went in the other room and played barbies with them.”

“Uh huh. As soon as I’m done reading the paper babe.” 

“Fine. You left me no choice.” I then heard my wife mumbling some gibberish and felt the paper slip out of my hand as I felt myself quickly shrinking and transforming. The paper fell on top of me before I could get a grip on what happened.

My wife walked over to where I was sitting and lifted the newspaper off of me. Now I could see that my wife had made me about 8 inches tall and gave me the body of a Barbie doll! She reached down and grabbed me around the waist before I could even get my bearings and lifted my doll sized body up to her gigantic face.

“I’m going to take you into the girls room and you’re going to play barbies with them and keep an eye on them, got it?” 

I stared into my wife’s huge face as she spoke to me. She had unlimited control over me and at my current size I wasn’t in any position to argue. “Do I really have a choice? Did you really have to literally make me a barbie doll?”

“No you don’t! And I think the girls will have much more fun playing with you like this. If I were you I’d embrace it and enjoy yourself! I’ll only be gone a couple hours so you will be fine.”

The kids knew of their mothers magical abilities and were used to strange things happening around the house so they weren’t surprised when their mom walked in with a living Barbie doll.

“Girls, this is your dad. He wanted to play barbies with you so I turned him into one. Isn’t that awesome of daddy?” My wife said as she placed me on the floor in front of them. I looked up at them realizing how big they were and just how small I was.

“Yay! Thank you daddy for being a Barbie!” One of them reaches over and grabbed me around the waist

“Easy girls be careful with me! I’m not a toy I’m your daddy! You can hurt me if your not careful!”

My wife stood up to leave. “Be careful with your daddy girls, don’t hurt him. I’ll be back in a couple hours.” My wife looked at me as my daughters had me in their grasp. “Have fun honey!” She winked and walked out the door.