Starts To Doll "Her" Up

Brit shut the dressing room door and locked it tight. She turned to see a blushing Cal nervously shifting from one foot to the other. A telltale bulge in his crotch betrayed his growing excitement over his predicament. Brit's eyes sparkled with delight.

"Strip. Now." Her tone was far more commanding now. Cal quickly pulled his shirt up and off, then kicked his shoes off before pulling his socks and pants off. Brit stared sternly at him for several moments until he realized he needed to take off his underwear. Once he did, his dick sprung to attention in the cool air. Unimpressed, Brit picked up rubber cuffs and motioned for Cal to hold his hands out, then she wrapped a cuff tightly around each wrist before grabbing the chain between them and pulling Cal's arms up high over his head. She briefly kissed him on the cheek before walking him into the back wall, securing the chain on a hook high above his head, leaving his arms stretched out.

Brit stepped back and got a better look at Cal. Not too skinny, not too buff. "It won't take much to make a good girl out of you, dear. But first, we'll have to do something about that excited little friend of yours, won't we?" She reached into the pile of gear and pulled out a floppy silicone pocket pussy. She got right up in front of Cal, placing one gloved hand over his mouth before effortlessly sliding the pre-lubed toy all the way up his dick and beginning to pump back and forth. Cal quickly began to moan and squirm, but he didn't safe word. Brit kept pumping, harder and faster, squeezing and releasing his shaft to make it feel heavenly, stopping at the end of his dick and flicking her pinky over the head to make him jolt. Cal felt like he was going to explode. But just as he was seeing stars, he felt Brit's hand leave his mouth and wickedly squeeze his balls before he could cum. The sudden pain made him groan and lose his edge. He felt like he had cum, but he hadn't. She had ruined his chance at an orgasm. Smiling wickedly, Brit pulled the soft toy away to reveal his frustrated member twitching and softening, dripping precum on his legs and the floor. Cal was too dazed from the edge to even realize what was happening next.

Brit pulled a pink nub-style chastity cage with a short catheter rod from the pile and her suit creaked as she knelt down in front of Cal's soon-to-be clitty. She fitted the ring behind his balls, then deftly pulled back some skin and fed the tube down Cal's urethra to the sound of confused groans until the nub pushed his dick back up into his body and clicked into place with the ring. Cal was left with blue balls and a tiny little nub of a clitty. Brit inserted the key and locked it on. Cal finally shook off his ruin haze and gasped when he looked down. "Like what you see? Good girls don't let their naughty little dicks hang free. They lock them up into good little clitties and give the keys to their mistress." As she said this, she took the key and stuck it into a pocket on her corset. Cal panted and blushed. His "clitty" twitched and strained to grow unsuccessfully under the cage. The feeling was weird, but it didn't hurt. The tube kept him dripping freely despite the circumstances. He nodded his approval. "Good girl. Now, your figure."

Brit reached into the pile again and pulled out some kind of flesh-colored tights that looked like they were made of latex. "Left leg, up, now." Cal lifted up his leg as he was told. He already had barely any hair down there, but just to be sure, Brit slathered dressing aid on his leg before slipping the stretchy left leg of the tights over his foot and rolling it up to his knee. It squeezed and shaped his leg effortlessly, making it appear more dainty and feminine. Cal was impressed. Brit repeated the process on his right leg until he was shiny from the knees down. She paused to catch her breath before coming in close to Cal and reaching behind him to cup and feel his butt. Cal moaned at her touch. "You like this? A strong woman taking control? Playing with your body?" A blush and nod from Cal. "Just you wait, Miss Carli. I'm about to make you so pretty. And I want you to think of yourself as Carli now, okay? No more Cal until I say to stop." Carli nodded and threw her head back as Brit squeezed each cheek. As she pulled away, Brit pinched, giggling at the squeak Carli made.

Before she could finish pulling the tights up, Brit knew she wouldn't be satisfied with Carli's ass the way it currently was. She picked up some silicone pads and peeled the protective layer off the adhesive side of one. She reached behind Carli and pressed it firmly over one cheek and held it there until it was set, then did the same for the other cheek. She turned Carli slightly so she could see her new ass in the mirror and appreciate its new plump roundness. Carli gasped. "Those won't be coming off for at least the rest of the day. Although, I doubt you mind." A playful smack was delivered to one cheek and Carli squeaked and jumped at how easily she felt the smack through the pad. Brit smiled again and knelt down again to finish sliding and rolling the tights up Carli's legs to make them nice and girly. When she was finished, Carli's entire lower half was latex except for a cutout around her cage and a blink-and-you-miss-it slit deep between her buttcheeks.

Brit unhooked Carli's handcuff chain and led her to the center of the dressing room, then made her twirl. The tights did a wonderful job of shaping and molding Carli's legs. The cage kept her twitching and dripping occasionally. The slit left her ass available for play. She was practically a sex doll from the waist down. Carli blushed as she took in every angle in the mirror. She didn't expect losing to feel this good.

"Now, time to fix that flat chest."