Slightly less masculine...

Tom woke to a mouth sucking his cock. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see Kelly’s head bobbing up and down as she performed oral sex on him. Tom smiled and then felt the effect arch his body as Kelly’s effort made his cock explode in her mouth. She managed to suck all of his man cream down without spilling any. Tom smiled at his, well fiancée now. She smiled back as she swallowed his man cream. Kelly sat up straight on the bed and pulled her long red hair into a pony tail behind her.

“When was the last time you shaved?” Kelly asked.

“A few days,” Tom smiled, “I must be scruffy as hell.”

“No,” Kelly shook her head before looking down at Tom’s feet, “And your caveman toes are gone too.”

“What?” Tom said propping himself up on his elbows.

Sure enough the thick black hairs on his toes were gone, and even the ones on his feet were now faded and fine, almost invisible. Tom reached up and rubbed his face and noticed it was baby smooth as if he had had a professional shave.

“I told you, this place changes everyone,” Kelly smiled, “Don’t worry, I have to go into work this morning, but I will be back for lunch.”

*

The boxers had shrank further so that they were now pink booty shorts with a banana pocket in the front. The jeans were tighter and the pockets were smaller and his shirt was slimmer as well. Tom sat in the window cubby looking out. He recognized Kelly walking back to the building. Kelly stopped at a shop across the street. A few minutes later Kelly came out and walked towards the bottom of the Barracks. Tom went to wait for her by the door. It was about fifteen minutes before Kelly came in the door.

“I got us sandwiches,” Kelly held up the bag.

“I saw, what did you do on the way up?” Tom asked as he leaned in to kiss Kelly.

Kelly could feel his boner as he pressed against her black and pink latex catsuit. Kelly looked down into his eyes from her raised height caused by her platform thigh boots. Tom held an arm around her leather corseted waist as the pair went to the kitchen table. Kelly put the bag on the table and took off her gloves.

“I stopped at Megan’s place,” Kelly smiled, “She runs the leather and latex clothing store at street level and is one of the fetish fairy godmothers.”

“What?” Tom asked.

“This place is magic, some of the shops can make special magic outfits that change with people,” Kelly said as she pulled two sandwiches out of the bag, “I wanted to be a bit more proactive as you change…”

“As opposed to just waiting for me to have tits?” Tom asked.

“I want to make sure you have nice tits,” Kelly giggled.

Tom looked at Kelly with a comedic face and Kelly kept laughing.

“So, what is this fetish god mother like? Have you worked with her before?” Tom asked.

“Yes, she set me up when I first got here,” Kelly smiled, “In fact I am sure you noticed that I only have the one wardrobe of clothes and always have a different outfit? She is the one that set me up with the magic wardrobe.”

“How magical?” Tom asked.

“I just reach in and there is the perfect outfit in latex and leather,” Kelly said, “All the rest of my storage space I can devote to sex toys.”

“I noticed,” Tom smirked.

“Don’t smirk at me like that,” Kelly smiled back, “Sooner rather than later you will be begging me to use those toys on you. Mark my words.”

“Considering what’s been happening to my short, I am starting to believe you,” Tom shrugged.

*

As Tom and Kelly cleaned up their lunch, there was a knock on the door. Kelly kissed Tom and slapped his butt before turning to answer the door. Kelly opened the front door and Tom heard the clicking of heels.

“My, my, my, so this is the cutie,” the unfamiliar woman’s voice said.

Tom turned and was caught off guard by the beauty in front of him. Far from an old witch that he somehow half expected in his head, the ‘Fetish Fairy Godmother’ was a hot red head with a lean body and D-cups wearing an orange rubber long sleeved top and bottom under a black rubber medieval dress with wide bell sleeves, and a hem that cut off just over the knees. The black leather knee boots were of a style he wasn’t quite familiar with, but had the feeling that they were meant to be of that ancient era after a fashion as well.

“Tom, this is Megan,” Kelly introduced the new woman to him.

Tom noticed the two women put their hands around each other’s waists and rested their hands on each other’s hip.

“Sweetie, a week in this place and even the most conservative straight is sucking cocks, eating pussy and taking it in the ass like a bi porn star at a guess the tranny orgy,” Megan smiled, “Now, strip. I need measurements.”

“She takes part of her payment in sexual energy,” Kelly shrugged.

“Ah… could you close the door first?” Tom askes and another woman stopped to look in the open doorway.

“Sorry Jen, already collared,” Kelly said as she turned and closed the door.

“No more stalling, naked,” Megan crossed her arms across her chest, “I need starting measurements.”

Tom shrugged and pulled off his shirt. As he put the shirt on a seat by the kitchen table, Megan was pulling some sort of pad from a pocket attached to her belt.

“And don’t stop at your underwear,” Megan said as she fished out a string between two bobbins, “I need all the measurements.”

Tom stripped completely naked before his lover and the strange woman. Kelly had a lusty smile as she stared at him. Megan seemed completely distracted by her task on the other hand as she put the tablet on the table and started taking measurements. Megan started with his height, then went from the top of his head taking measurements around, muttering things in an alien langue as she went. She measured his head, his neck, everything about his torso (including the spacing and sized of his nipples before and after pinching them), he butt and hips, his cock as it was, and after she called Kelly over to give it a suck.

“What are you dooinnngg….” Tom asked as Kelly deepthroated his cock.

Megan was holding the string between his ass cheeks with one end at the base of his balls and the other at the small of his back.

“Measuring where your anus is along your ass crack,” Megan said as if it was completely normal, “You know so the built in buttplugs align just right. Now, lets see what a good BJ does for that cock, shall we?”

Megan had to pull Kelly off Tom’s cock, but she went about taking measurements of his cock, balls, arms, hands, fingers, legs feet and toes. When Megan finished she stood up and looked Tom up and down…

“I think I have what I need for now,” Megan smiled, “Why don’t you two get a fucking for a bit while I take these back to what you asked for by the cauldron.”

Kelly didn’t need any encouragement, she went back to her knees and started sucking Tom’s cock.

*

Tom was tied to the kitchen table and balls deep in Kelly’s pussy as she bounced up and down on his cock in reverse cowgirl style. Kelly’s crotch zipper was completely open and Tom was watching the shiny pink jewel on Kelly’s butt plug bouncing up and down as she leaned slightly forward. A question formed in the back of his mind, ‘what would it feel like to wear one of those?’ The knock at the door brought Tom back to the here and now, especially as Kelly just called for the knocker to come in.

“Well you two have been having fun for the last two hours,” Megan said as she sauntered in holding a big black box, “Well it’s good that you are still naked, I have your new outfit.”