Puts on his girlfriend's clothes

Josh scooped up his girlfriend's clothes and slipped quietly to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He quickly got to work, he pulled her bra on first and savoured the pleasurable feeling of his chest expanding to fill the cups. He girlfriends wasn't as well endowed as his mother but hers were natural so had a nicer curve to them. He gave the familiar breasts a squeeze, enjoying the softness compared to the firmer feeling of his mother's implants. He tweaked his nipple through the bra and gasped, his girlfriend had always enjoyed him playing with her nipples and now he knew why, they were much more sensitive than his mother's.

He stopped teasing himself, deciding there was plenty of time for that later and continued to get changed. He pulled her panties on next, struggling to get them over his muscular thighs, he cautiously pulled them up, not wanting to rip the flimsy material and felt his thighs slim down to accommodate them. Next he picked up her tight jeans, it was going to be a struggle to get these over his legs but after a few moments of wiggling and jumping he managed to pull them up, enjoying the feeling of his legs shortening and thinning out into his girlfriend's smooth legs. He struggled to pull them the last little way over Anna's large ass, it was one of the reasons he'd fallen for her and he enjoyed the feeling of it jiggle behind him as he wiggled it into the tight denim.

He pulled her dainty socks on and watched as his feet shrunk down to a much smaller and more delicate form.

Lastly he picked up her top, a strappy, cropped tank top. He pulled it over his head and watched in the mirror as his waist shunk down and his stomach shifted. His girlfriend was definitely attractive but she was nore curvaceous than his mom, preferring a night in of gaming rather than hitting the gym. She wasn't out of shape by any means but she had much thicker thighs and a little belly that jiggled and moved in an unfamiliar way in time with his movements. He crossed to the mirror and found her small makeup bag that she'd left in the bathroom. Grabbing her hairbrush he began brushing his hair, watching it thicken and darken as it lengthend into the recognisable shape of his girlfriend's wavy, brunette hair. He put her nail polish on his fingers, settling on a cute pastel blue colour before opening her makeup bag and settling to work on his face. A few moments later the unmistakable shape of his girlfriend was staring back at him in the mirror.