Chapter #3Hands trembling, David considered his choice. by: Mr. George   David was looking between the medallion and the padded envelope. The company logo stamped on the outside, 'Sexy Fun', was sinking in to David's possible future changes.
With a furtive eye towards the bedroom door, still closed, he ripped it open. Tipping the contents onto the bed, he felt his heart increase to a racing pace. His previous plan, of stuffing the outfit with some sports equipment, and practice an exaggerate hip swaying walk.
But now... the comedically massive bra gave him palpitations about his hallowe'en outfit.
The Sun came out from behind the clouds, shining brightly through the window. Shifting his position on the bed, to shade his eyes, David belatedly realised, his movements had disturbed the lingerie. But it was the chill touch, of the cold metal of the medallion of Zulo that made him jump, the static discharge that told him, that in moments he'd need that damned bra... That costume, and it'd fit as he'd never imagined.
Breathing became difficult, as he slumped back on the bed, his flesh rippling and rolling, relentlessly mounting on his chest. He felt his legs thinning, his arms winnowing to weak scrawny imposters. As the magic worked over his face, he felt his lips inflate, increasing in sensitivity, and his jaw... well, her jaw softening.
The scissoring thighs, squirming, and sliding smoothly against one another confirming she was truly blessed, truly female.
As the heat of her transformation faded, David groaned at her carelessness. An unfamiliar sense of shame was building deep in her soul, and a sense of vulnerability, of unrestrained sexuality was disturbing.
It was an effort to heave her bust into the lingerie, but only after she'd slipped it on, did she question where that instinctual knowledge came from....
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Her joke outfit now had her as the punchline!
Her body lush with curves, a waist she'd never expected to have, those hips too. But, it was the bust. Hell, too big to be a bust... These were titties. Titties with a capital 'T', she sighed deeply as she glowered at the medallion, as if accusing it of some betrayal.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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