Chest again.

Zoe looked at you from across the room, “I mean your boobs are fantastic, but I think I have a better idea for you,” she reversed your boobs back to your regular chest and you momentarily felt some relief. She threw you a pair of panties and said, “get dressed microchip,” she informed, “we have some shopping to do.” You object to wearing panties, but she aims the ray gun back at you and snarks, “ you don’t have enough,” glances down, “equipment to fit in men’s underwear, so you will enjoy these, we might look in the kids section for some superhero briefs, but I imagine that little thing would have room in them too.” She giggles as she saunters up and pushes your slight protrusion into your body with her pinky and wiggles it making you spit a little cum on her nail, as you moan yourself to the ground. You slide the panties on, she picks out some clothes from your drawers and she throws you your car keys and suggests the mall. You go from boutique to boutique none of which you had ever darkened the doors of before with her picking up items looking at you and occasionally zapping you making you a little thinner everywhere including your already super thin pecker. After hitting all the stores Zoe wanted to, she shuffled things into one bag or another and said here’s an outfit let’s go to the family bathroom so you can get dressed properly, if you don’t I will make it worse.