This choice: His wife looks like she's supporting him, as they enter the lounge. • Go Back...Chapter #7His wife looks like she's supporting him. by: Mr. George   As he shambles to a halt, just before the nanite portal. He freezes in place, swaying gently back and forth. He's drunk, and clearly the dutch courage hasn't worked. He'd be even more nervous if he knew the body he was going to end up in...
Seeking to reassure him, his wife went first.
"Janice..." he called pitifully, and slightly slurrer. A hand reaching after her, and falling short, as she entered the portal. She was engulfed by a shimmer, as the nanites went to work. Briefly hiding her from sight, in a cocoon of light. As it split apart, Janice was revealed, largely the same. Though probably perfected, and tweaked, the largest change was the wardrobe. She was dressed to please Mr. Powell's idea of feminine perfection.
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Janice
Janice looked rather pleased with the transformation. Caressing arms that were toned, and slim. Brushing over a stomach that was toned, and taut.
"Come on, Jack!" she snapped impatiently.
He looked rooted to the ground, feebly reaching a hand towards her. He reached no further than before. However, Janice was losing her patience, and snatched his wrist. Pulling him into the nanite curtain. Janice's hand vanished from sight.
Reappearing briefly, as she withdrew it, before patting the trembling shape that obscured Jack from sight.
As you watch, inches were shed from Jack's height. The cocoon split apart revealing the pouty, frowning Jack, dressed rather like his wife. A version of a harem girl, in a bikini and billowing pantaloons. She looked aghast, at her new body.
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A look of uncertainty flashed over her features. As she felt the nanites were still at work. One hand reaching to cup one full breast, just to confirm its fleshy reality. Another drifting down, to gently pat her new rump. The pat turning into a gentle press, as she attemped to press it back into place.
As if fighting back, the nanites added to Jack's figure.
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Between one breath and the next, she was riper, fuller, curvier... worse in every way, from the horror on Jack's feminised face. Going to retreat, Janice snatched her wrist once again holding her in place. She was pleading, begging to be released. Her voice high, girly and lacking any authority or confidence. Her whines only stopping as she was shocked into silence by a slap from his wife. Jack shuddered as another change washed over her. Adding to her curves, her lip trembling on the verge of tears. She was really not adjusting to this 'opportunity' to meet Mr. Powell, and make a deal.
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She was now blessed with a fuller, firmer ass than his wife. The trembling lip turning into a pitiful, whimpering, moaning mumble. A burbling of complaints that were barely audible or coherent.
"Yes, Jakki." She hissed impatiently, "You're a woman now, and rather attractive."
He flinched at being christened with a new womanly name. "Now, get a move on, before I lose my patience. I don't think you'll enjoy spanking, if you're on the receiving end." she snarled in a low voice.
You dipped your head, to hide your smile, and cover the chuckle that slipped loose. With a sullen trudge, she went to move on. Only the nanites gave her a final gift before she could move out of their area of influence.
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She was sobbing, as she followed alone. No will power behind the decision, just mutely following his wife's grip on her wrist. Now she was more blessed up top, and down below too. Her hips pistoning, her rump bouncing with each step, as she sashayed and swayed out of sight.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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