/lit/ - Literature

AS GREGOR SAMSA AWOKE from unsettling dreams one morning, he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrously hot fifteen year old girl. He lay on his soft, round behind and when he raised his head a little he saw his gently rounded belly between the twin arches of his newly budded breasts from whose height the coverlet had already slipped and was about to slide off completely. His long, lithe legs, which were wonderfully topped with almost Callipygian thighs flickered helplessly before his eyes, and he had to force his hand to remain still rather than explore the cleft that he knew now lay at the juncture of those soft and smooth legs.