“You’re sure?” Tiffany asked.

“Yes,” Brad said finally, his voice uncertain. His bride, Shanti, was Indian.

Tiffany nodded, her expression unchanging. “Very well. Now, let’s proceed to the transformation chambers. Remember, you’ll be in these chambers for approximately two minutes. When the timer goes off, you’ll emerge as your chosen bimbo doll. No changing your minds once you’re in there, okay? You’d better strip…” Tiffany said with a grin.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Brad began to strip down to his underwear. Brad went first, stepping into the chamber that matched his chosen settings. The rest of you watched as the lights began to pulse. Inside the chamber his body began to shift and change. His shoulders narrowed, his hips widened, and his chest grew until it looked like it would burst. His face grew softer, his eyes larger, and his lips fuller. Within moments, the transformation was complete, and a stunning, tiny, bisexual, high-libido, Indian bimbo doll with gravity-defying breasts stood before in the chamber.

Her new ripe breasts were a perfect handful, with large, dark nipples that seemed to beg for attention. She squeezed them together, watching as they overflowed in her palms. They were extremely sensitive, especially the nipples that grew hard and erect. Her pussy was now completely hairless and plump, the labia swollen and inviting. She slid a finger inside, gasping at the sudden, intense pleasure that shot through her. Her skin was smooth and tan, and she twirled around, watching her new body bounce and jiggle with every move.