Mark tries on the bimbowear and Hellen the slutwear

Hellen lights up and immediately starts scanning the outfits scattered on the table, mumbling to herself. “This one? Nah, not enough. This, no, too much, definitely not that one yet. Hmm… yes? No? ow this… No never mind.”

Mark watched as she pulled clothing piece after clothing piece to the side and eventually had a selection of 7 outfits left to choose from. She then threw two back onto the pile and started mixing and matching components leaving her with two fully decorated outfits. “Alrighty lets see you wearing this set” She points to the pile of pink and white clothes.

Mark could already tell she wanted him to be a classic bimbo for her. His eyes, however, wandered at the pile of clothes next to it. a pile of blacks, purples and a few golden chains. “What about that set?”

“That set if for me for after you have changed. I want to see you change first before I go” enthusiasm dripping in her voice she watched him like a hawk, and this time it wasn’t for research, this was all for the fun.

Completely naked, Mark grabbed the underwear first and was surprised and uncomfortable at the sight of it. The bra was a massive lacy pink bra with a low cut that would give (nearly) no support to the torpedo tits it was supposed to house. The bra wasn’t the worst in his opinion though, that place was for the open crotch pink lacy G-string his wife had given him. He looked at her after examining the items and pulled his brow up as if to say: Really?

His wife nodded eagerly and inched closer, while hanging over the couch.

Mark pulled up the G-string and adjusted it until he felt it dig itself into its place, he then grabbed the bra and put that on before the changes could start. He decided it would be better to let the breasts come in before putting on the rest. He soon realized that had been the best choice as he felt his chest balloon out. From Hellen’s modest size his breasts filled up another two cup sizes before that same strange feeling came back again of something growing inside him.

His nipples had also become puffier and more sensitive which caused him to let out a moan, but that didn’t stop there either. The silicone implants growing inside him, stretching his tits to ridiculous sizes caused him to start to shake. His new tits were on fire and ached to be touched, even the smallest of movements caused Mark to nearly moan. ‘How is this woman able to get anything done with tits so big and sensitive?’

He had to hold himself up by the table while Hellen was watching intensely and bit her lip. Mark could see she was enjoying herself and was guessing she was hiding her left hand behind the couch because she was playing with herself. ‘Naughty girl’

Once he started getting used to the presence of his breasts, he noticed something wet against his legs, which he found quite odd. Mark immediately was worried he had let his bladder go by accident while he was busy with his breasts. He looked down and saw a clear warm liquid dripping down his legs. He used a finger to try and wipe some of it away only to notice how sticky it was. That is when he realized what the liquid actually was. His hands traveled up his legs to his crotch where he found a gushing wet pussy. A pussy he wouldn’t be able to see due to his breasts without the help of a mirror. A pussy that Hellen was having trouble looking away from. A pussy eager to be played with and an aching need deeper inside. His fingers were already exploring the folds causing him to moan loudly.

He wanted to put them inside and fill that needy empty feeling, but he managed to snap out of it. He needed to finish the outfit, he needed to complete his look for Hellen.

The outfit consisted of a pink crop top, pink slitted mini skirt a pair of pink platform stilettos, pink sunglasses and a pink and white handbag. She also placed hoop earrings, bracelets and ankle bracelets next to the outfit. Mark grabbed the skirt and top and noticed their size, they were tiny, his breasts would barely fit in them, and the skirt was short but wide. He put on the top first as he knew that with Hellen’s hips the skirt wouldn’t stay up without help.

His torso shrank in both height and shoulder width causing the already ridiculous breasts to become even more preposterous on his body. The bottom was a different story. He still lost some length, but he kept his long legs which slimmed down at the bottom but thickened a bit in the thighs, causing them to rub against his wet aching pussy. He could feel the urge rise inside him to just start masturbating in front of his wife but somehow still held on to the mission.

His ass and hips expanded causing his center of balance to shift considerably, he now had to stand in the classic S shape to be able to stay on his feet. Ass and tits out. He could tell that Hellen was making him look like a living sex doll as only the legs and face didn’t fit.

“Put on the jewelry on before grabbing the shoes and sunglasses, it’ll hopefully be easier in that order.” Hellen suggested while drooling.

Mark followed her suggestions and sat down on the chair to put on the ankle bracelets. He could see his feet and calves slim down, giving him beautifully shaped legs. The bracelets were next causing his lender hands to become even daintier and to his surprise he noticed how the nails started to grow and get painted in a similar pink as the dress. He was surprised by the nails and started playing with them. Hellen had never let her nails get this long, so he was unfamiliar with them. To his annoyance and Hellens enjoyment he now struggled with picking up the earrings and putting them in. he nearly stabbed himself in the eye multiple times before finishing the first earring. After Hellen’s giggling slowed down, she stood up from the couch and walked over to him, wiping her hand off on her shirt.

‘I knew it! she was playing with herself, the sneaky little minx.’ He thought as she put in the other one.

The magic changed his ears to be a bit smaller but also changed his hair. Hellens natural length allowed mark to see his own hair grow past the shoulders into a thick mane of wavy locks, which slowly turned lighter and lighter before settling on a shining gold. Mark then grabbed the high heeled platform boots and put them on, luckily there was a zipper on the side which allowed him to put them on by himself. His feet were still a bit too small and not shaped well for the boots but after the well-known tingle he felt them become comfortable at first, then he noticed how his feet molded themselves to the shoes to the point where they felt made for him.

He stood up and was worried he would fall but to his surprise he was stable on his feet. Lastly there were the sunglasses which Hellen handed over to him, he put them on, and his entire face started itching. He could feel the odd sensation of eyelashes growing thicker and longer, they were so heavy he had to close his eyes for a moment to get used to it. He also felt how his chin and cheeks slimmed down creating a sharp look. His nose grew smaller, almost causing the sunglasses to fall off. Makeup soon was forming on top of his skin making him look slutty and ready for a party. But Mark wasn’t focused on any of that, it was his lips that drew his attention as he felt small needle pricks in them. They grew in size becoming fuller and fuller and soon his lips were so big they started parting a bit.

His resting face now had an o shape which Hellen seemed to enjoy. “What do I look like?” he asked his entranced wife with some trouble.

Hellen was barely listening to him but pulled herself away from the perverted depths in which her mind had receded. “Like a plastic bimbo sex doll, but you still sound like me.”

She quickly turned around and grabbed a white choker with gold letters on it. “Hear put this on, that should change your voice.”

Mark grabbed hold of it and looked at the choker he imagined it would say something like slut or bimbo or bitch but no it only said Bambi. He put it around his neck and waited for the sensation to wash over him. Once he felt it was done, he spoke in a higher and more bubbly voice, one fit for a bimbo. “Is this better? Do I sound like Bambi?”

Hellen nodded and was grinning from ear to ear. “Your perfect, now its my turn, let me get dressed in the other room and then we can have some fun.”

Hellen, to Mark’s surprise, grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed his plump lips. To his surprise his lips felt a lot more sensitive as well. Hellen was feeling daring and powerful however as she started pushing her tongue into his already open mouth, pushing past the pillowy opening. Her hands slid down Mark’s shoulders and she grabbed hold of his ass and tits, starting to massage them.

Mark felt small and **** while accepting his wife’s advances. Hellen was toying with him and all he could do was melt and moan in her embrace. The bliss sent his mind into space causing him to lay on very enjoyable pink clouds. A moment that couldn’t last for long enough, but ended quickly, with Hellen pulling away from him. Eyes hungry for more and cheeks flushed, she looked at him as a string of saliva kept them connected.

Not much later she left Mark, horny and alone in the living room. Mark went over to a small mirror that hung on one of the walls. What he saw was insanity itself this woman that was looking at him was a pure sexual object straight out of an **** porn video. Whatever Hellen had planned he might not be ready for it, and yet he wanted to find out none the less.

He eventually sat down on the couch and used his pointy fingers to explore his body. First his tits, then his pussy, making himself hornier and hornier but not allowing himself release, not without Hellen. But while playing with himself he felt thoughts creep in, thoughts of their recent kiss and how sensitive his lips felt.

Hellen leaned against the closed door of one of the side rooms. “Fuuuuuck I’m so horny, he looked so yummy. Fuck!”

She felt the incessant urge to go back and play with his body some more. “Hell, id even want to have that body.” She said imagining getting fucked by Mark while she had those massive tits.

She quickly shook her head and **** those thoughts back. She was on a mission, after all one slut is fun but two are better. As if trying to set a record she stripped down and put on the purple lingerie. She then took off the bra and put on the dress, a purple dress with golden chains holding it up at the shoulders. The view was slutty at best and plain whorish for most. It was so low cut you could easily see her belly button and the hem was barely over her ass. The back wasn’t much better as it cut down to her lower back. Hellen also had a few bracelets and a set of earrings but less slutty compared to the hoops Mark had. The black and purple high heeled sandals were put on before her body was finished with changing. She quickly put on the glasses and wrapped a black choker around her neck before waiting for the sensations to finish washing her old body away.

Once done she opened up her phone and looked at herself with the camera. Her hair was chestnut brown, her face looked younger and far more attractive compared to her at this age and her body was a solid 10/10. “Fuck, this bitch had the body I dreamed of when I was I college.”

Hellen looked over her new teen slut body and saw how her breasts were one size bigger and allot more perky. Her new waist put many women to shame and her hips were not bit but still to die for. Her pussy was nice and tingly, but she couldn’t tell if that was the body or her mind making her horny. She took a few selfies like she had seen online and saved them for later. Afterwards she put her phone away and grabbed the small black purse to head back to Mark.

When Hellen opened up the living room, she was confused at what she saw, Mark was playing with his pussy, which she had expected but was also sucking off his finger whiling moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Looks like somebody got started without me” she said.

Mark’s eyes opened wide as he heard a young girl’s voice come from the door. He immediately pulled his finger out of his mouth and turned red like a tomato. “Uhm… uh- yeah… uhm sorry?”

“Its fine, I can barely keep my hands off of you.” she giggled while walking up to him. Showing him what she looks like. Mark was amazed at how Hellen turned out, young and slutty yet just barely not jailbait. He also noticed they were now the same height, which meant that without heels Hellen would be taller than him.

He was conflicted on how to feel about the whole thing. On the one hand he loved how he felt and how slutty they both looked, on the other hand he felt a bit silly as Hellen looked like a normal human slut while he resembled a bimbo fuckdoll.

They both looked at each other’s and their own bodies in lust and excitement but neither wanted to speak their mind

Hellen broke the ice and spoke first