Kiss, but only a little

In a moment the water completely drained from the tank, and the tank itself slowly returned into a compartment under the floor. Natalie was released from her straps by two teenage attendants and placed still dripping wet on a close-by comfortable chair. Petra sent them to get her temporary clothes and leaned in to remove the mask that rewrote her mind and kept her breathing while she was underwater.

Natalie blinked for a few seconds, readjusting her eyesight after several minutes in total darkness. Slowly the blurriness faded, and she recognized her beloved fiance. In a moment she smiled so brilliantly it was as though she was the room’s only light-source. “Beloved.” She said wistfully, her voice changed into a softer tone by the machines.

Petra leaned in and kissed her bride, embracing with their lips for a moment before their tongues began to dance together. Natalie’s hands began to reach around Petra’s back, feeling for the bottom of her blouse and bra. Petra loved her enthusiasm but what should she do when her cherished was still soaking wet?

“Not yet my sweet.” Petra chuckled, separating their kiss and putting her finger to Natalie’s perfect red lips. “Look at you. You’re soaked! You need to get out of these unflattering things before you get sick.”

“But-“ Natalie attempted, as Petra pulled her arms away. She had just found Petra’s zipper! This was so unfair.

“No buts my dear.” Petra chuckled. “I’m going to get your next treats ready. Our wedding is so close, and you still don’t have a dress.”

Natalie wanted to protest, but something came over her that made her stay quiet. It was of course Petra’s programming, but she didn’t know that as she stood up and to be helped out of her wet clothes. Her old civilian clothes were now drastically too small for her, hugging her frame and sticking to her every muscle. The collar of her blouse had ripped from the size of her new chest, while two of the buttons on her back had popped off while she was still in the tank. The remaining buttons were slowly coming loose as well. Around her hips her pants were ripping, and were it not for her blissful ignorance she’d have felt her panties riding between her cheeks and the elastic disintegrating from the stress.

Petra and the two attendants pulled her clothes off, and Petra patted her cheek before leaving. “I need to prepare the next salon room for you. These girls will help you into something more comfortable.” She said, finishing with a chuckle. Natalie smiled and nodded, as Petra walked into the next room and the teen girls helped her into new lacie lingerie that fit her new measurements and put her into an almost transparent pink sleeping dress.

As they did, Natalie noticed they were odd for girls their age. Their breasts were almost as big as hers, their asses were perfect, and their hair colors were purple and pink respectively, but there wasn’t any sign they were dyed.

Was that their natural color? She wondered before the thought was almost violently erased from her mind, making her wonder what she was just thinking.

Only minutes after being left with the two giggling girls, they escorted her into the next room.