Paralyzed Clothes Fitting

Sara returns upon completion of your **** hair change. She smiles warmly at Emily, "Fantastic work as usual Emily, we'll have her ready for the runway in no time."

Sara guides you out of your chair and your body complies easily. You're walked over to another section of the tent and positioned in front of a full-length mirror. "You'll need to be fitted into some new clothes for the show" Sara says. "Don't worry, Jasmine here will take good care of you."

Jasmine is a beautifully dressed tan woman with waves of brown hair. She is wearing a floral silk sun dress. She takes out a tape measure, looks at your paralyzed form and tosses it aside. "I guess I can drop the pretense, I don't need your measurements, your body will conform to whatever we pick for you. I love magic."

Your eyes widen in shock. Did she just say magic?!

Jasmine ignores you and selects a matching bra and pantie set and holds them over top of you. "What do you think? Oh right you can't answer! Sorry, that was mean, you'll enjoy this part, I know I do..." She removes your old clothes and throws them to the side, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, naked and paralyzed with Jasmine standing behind you, preparing to give you your new underwear. You're embarrassed by your **** helplessness, but mortified by the fact that your now 5 inch dick is standing rigidly at attention.

With a malicious smile Jasmine works you into the bra, from your perspective in the mirror you guess it to be a C-cup. You're bewildered by the obvious size mistake until, as Jasmine latches the bra behind you, your chest suddenly expands. You look on in a mixture of shock and ecstasy as your body fills the bra with gusto, waves of pleasure assaulting you with every ounce of tit-flesh your body somehow puts on. You notice your body around your new breasts changing noticeably as well, your shoulders narrow along with your chest as an awkward section of your body rapidly becomes feminine. As before, the pleasure builds until the transformation is complete and you finally cum what seems like buckets, coating the wall around the mirror in seed as your dick loses another half inch and your testicles shrink imperceptibly.

You breath heavily from the exertion, panting with a mixture of lust and exhaustion. Jasmine smiles as she wipes the remaining droplets of cum from your dick and tastes it sensually. She looks at you with hungry eyes, "Mmm, you have great tasting spunk, it's a shame you won't have any left soon." Her comment renews your panic, but you can do little more than wiggle your fingers in fear. At least you can do that much now, perhaps the paralysis is wearing off?

Again a mixture of excitement and terror fills you as Jasmine grabs the matching lace panties. Though you will your legs to stay firmly planted they move easily at her prodding and step willingly into the underwear of their own accord. Your now 4.5 inch penis remains hard, and Jasmine is **** to tuck it to the side to finishing donning your panties. You feel another stab of agonizing pleasure and orgasmic pain as your hips quickly swell and your waist shrinks. Your pubic hair slowly disintegrates along with the muscle in your thighs as they too become feminine. You watch yourself in the mirror in horror and ecstasy as you become a cartoonish figure, long, feminine thighs and hips leading into a man's abdomen and back again into a female chest. You long to return to your old body, or you wish you did anyway. A steadily increasing voice in your mind longs for the completion of your transformation, for the shedding of your ugly male body and the donning of a new, beautiful woman. Where are these thoughts coming from, they couldn't be your own...Could they?

You orgasm at the thought, an even larger load than before, spewing off to the side thanks to the constriction of your new underwear. Your dick shrinks a full inch this time, and only the very tip is visible poking out of your panties. You pulse with aftershocks of what may be your strongest orgasm yet, and you wonder more strongly whether or not you really want to resist. These thoughts evaporate as you see Jasmine grab the next article of clothing...