“Just touch the medallion…” Your wife trails off, holding a shopping bag full of bras as she lets you touch a dirty old necklace, “Now until I let you touch it again, any time you put on an article of clothing you'll become the last person to have worn it. I found a few unfamiliar bras around the house, and now we’re gonna find out if your lazy ass is cheating on me!!”
You try not to react to the accusation, having been cheating on Shelly with multiple partners for the past several years. You never bring girls home though, so how would anyone’s bras…
Your wife hands you a leopard print push up bra, anger on her face as you hold the bra between your thumb and pointer finger with your arm extended. She then repeats that you must put the bra on for the magic to work, and after minor protests you oblige with the insane request. Shelly helps you close the clasps behind your back, and you instantly feel the tightness across your chest alleviate as your body shrinks down.
You quickly shoot down to just over five feet tall, your now pudgy body maintaining most of its mass as your eyes become just lower than level with your wife’s. The softness of your fat doesn't go away, and you meakly moan as your chest begins to grow. Breasts fill your bra as your stomach tones down, and you feel a tingling from deep inside your brain as feminine hormones light up your senses.
Your legs lengthen as fat pours into your thighs, and you feel your innards tighten up as your torso becomes cute and feminine. You feel a breeze down below as your pants disappear, and blush as your erection pushes against a tight thong. You gulp down a lump of euphoria, your manhood feeling twice the size it usually does on your now half sized body. That changes quickly though, and your eyes open wide as your panties loosen up. Soon all that’s left to remember of your cock is a wet sticky spot, and you can’t be too sure that isn’t just feminine juices…
“Ohhh this isn’t- Wait, is that you- It’s me!! I’m you!!” You exclaim, instantly recognizing your wife’s voice even through the weird sounding barrier of your own ears, “Your- my boobs are so jiggly, I feel them with every movement I make, Omg! And are these your sunglasses? I thought this was a bra?? O my nails are beautiful, what a wonderful color!!”
“Yeah, the medallion dresses you in whatever the person last had on when they wore the clothes you wear, even rings and makeup! I honestly forgot about this bikini, I bought it for the summer and tried it on once! How funny is that?
But there are some that are definitely not my size…” Shelly laughs half heartedly, reaching into the bag as you try to continue smiling.
She pulls out a bright neon bikini, but this one’s way too large for her to fit in normally. You never go out in public with girls, so you assume this can’t be someone you cheated on; but then whose is it??
You take off the leopard print bra and slowly revert back to your old form, relieved to not feel any different than before the transformation. You no longer have pants, but at least you don’t care about nails anymore…
You confidently put the neon green top on, secretly praying that it’s somehow your wife’s. You actually start to grow in height as the bikini is tied behind you, and feel your ass lift as your stomach tones down. The rest of the transformation feels similar to the first one, though this time you feel a lot more… powerful. You caress your softening body as sensual and provocative thoughts run through your head, your butt jiggling behind you more than your boobs. You grab your ass as it balloons, and your nails dig into it as they lengthen and manicure.
Shelly just laughs as she recalls her best friend leaving her bikini after staying for the week, and you definitely never slept with her. Aryana always ragged on Shelly for going out with you, saying you’re gross and kind of rude. To be honest, you totally get her point. Your mind is somehow able to concur that the old you don’t exist while it does, and you feel sheer joy as you hug your best friend.
“Our minds aren't that different so I didn’t mention it during that transformation, but your mind is changing along with your body. As long as you’re in a different form, you’ll believe it is your true one.” Your wife informs you, arousal clear in her eyes as she looks over your voluptuous form.
“Girl, I don’t know what that means, but you’re looking sexy as fuck, and I could tell you’re checking me out!” You tease Shelly, effortlessly talking like Aryana along with performing her body language.
“I mean, it’s just… You’re my husband, but… It’s kinda sexy that you’re so… O man… I just find Aryana pretty sexy, and knowing that it’s my husband in there now…”
“So you wanna suck on these titties??” You ask, delighted as you pull off your bra.
“No, I-” Your wife’s interrupted by you slowly transforming back to your old self, “O right, if you take off the clothes you change back…”
“So I can’t be naked in the new body??” You ask, now confident that she didn’t catch you cheating.
“You can, you would just have to decide to make it permanent.” Shelly says matter-of-factly, reaching into the bag for a third bikini top.
This one’s tiny, so you know it can’t be from an affair. You very much prefer big breasts, and almost never go out with flat chested girls. You put on the bikini without hesitation, but know you’re screwed right away when you feel the immense surge of fat rush into your chest. The distinct smell of rosy perfume fills your nostrils, and you know you’re turning into your slutty secretary; Mia.
“My head’s so… twisty? Oooo…” You trail off, desperately trying to silence yourself to no avail.
“Wait, that sounds like…” Your wife trails off, realization hitting her as your waist cinches in.
You have cleavage above and below your bikini before your boobs even stop growing, and you feel a tiny thong lace up high above your hips. Your lips pout as you struggle to remember the last twenty minutes, and your ass becomes a perfect bubble as your throbbing manhood shrivels away.
“Mhmmmm… Where’s my boss?” You slowly ask, not recognizing the woman in front of you as you pull at your bikini straps and tussle your hair to look good for your boss.
“Mia?” Your wife asks, shocked as you look around the small master bedroom.
“Like, where am I? Who are you? I was just on the beach in-”
“Miami. With my husband.”
“No!! Shelly?? Like, Master said you’re not married anymore! You’re not divorced??” You exclaim, shocked to hear your sweet boss could be such an asshole.
“You’re not the brightest, are you? Forgot that you’re my husband, just transformed into your dumb slut of a secretary?? And did you just call him master???” Shelly says angrily, sparking a deep memory as you can foggily recall your breasts recently inflating.
“O that's so inappropriate I like, totes apologize!
So you’re saying that like, I’m the asshole husband? What do we do with me? I like, totally don’t remember cheating on you, but we’ve gotta teach Mast- oop, your husband a lesson!” You giggle, blushing as you correct yourself to keep Shelly a bit calmer.
“Well, you’re not his only lay, I found plenty of bras in his car…”
You feel hurt that master would do such a thing, but you’re not surprised after finding out you were a side fling to begin with.
“You want a better figure? Bigger boobs?? Maybe even become smarter? Put on this bra, I think the huge cups and tiny straps speak for themselves…” Shelly trails off, handing you a huge lacy bra.
“So like, putting this on will…” You trail off as you put the large bikini over your tight pink one.
Instantly your breasts become relaxed, and your nipples rest against the plush lining of your new bra as your old one disappears. That’s when all the oxygen leaves your lungs, and you gasp for air as two balloons swell into your bra. By the time you’re able to breathe normally, you’re forced to lift your neck to not suffocate on your vast cleavage.
Your thoughts slow down as your lips puff up with Botox, and your tiny thong turns into a panties to match your bra. Your torso shrinks to unreal proportions as your panties tighten around your waist, and your neck lengthens as your cheekbones rise. You feel grace smother your every movement, and silently wait for your man as a random woman stares at you.
Shelly then explains everything, bringing up dozens of your old male memories before one hits the spot.
“I… That’s like, something I remember doing…
Your husband’s such a dick. He like, totally took me to Hawaii for the week; what type of guy… I had no idea, baby!” You coo, feeling horrible that… You would do such a thing.
“Don’t worry, you’re gonna put on this last bikini next. I wanna see just how many women, and with who he’s cheating on me with!” Shelly laughs maniacally, the sadness and anger getting to her head as she puts the final bra over your current one.
“Like, sure thing baby! Just let me… Uhhhhhh…” You trail off as your thoughts turn to mush, and a stream of drool begins to leak down your cleavage as you tie the weird strappy bikini behind you.
The lacy bra disappears and your back arches as gallons of fat pour into your chest, straining the bikini straps as your lacy red panties turn into a matching thong. Collagen makes your lips double in size, and you’re forced to pucker them as your thighs together. Your long lashes flutter as high heels strap to your dainty feet, and a deep craving to be filled overwhelms you.
“Where big man?? He put cock in wet pussy, make me feel like true woman!” You exclaim, looking around for the erect guy that had just been in the room.
“He was cheating on me with you, I’m his wife.”
“He what? Disgusting. Gross. But where we are??” You ask, English clearly not your forte.
“I think you’re gonna be the perfect replacement for him. What’s your name? What do you do for a living, gorgeous?” The pretty woman asks you, her eyes scanning your body as your puckered lips curl into an aroused smile.
“Name is Diamond. Stripper in bar downtown, and find you really sexy…” You purr, seductively running your finger down the pretty woman’s arm as you get up on the bed.
“Say bye to your old self forever, Diamond!” The woman laughs, recording you as you blow the camera a kiss.
“Bye, stupid guy!!” You giggle, your boobies jiggling as that sexy lady gets in bed with you.
“You have name?” You ask between passionate kisses, the taste of strawberry lipgloss on your tongue.
“Just call me mistress, darling.” Mistress replies, both her hands massaging your right breast as you get your thong damp.
Suddenly your boob pops out of your bra, and mistress lets out a surprised yelp. Then she laughs to herself, seemingly relieved as takes your other breast out.
“So you’ve already accepted this as permanent…”
Your body smiles knowingly, even though you’re totally clueless…
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