The dresses play with their new toys.

The sight of Denise and the extremely well endowed ballgowns quickly vanishes as a horde of clothing swarms you, encasing your body in a soft cocoon of satin and crinoline. You struggle against the soft prison, but the clothes have too tight of a grip on you, and you suddenly feel your own clothing being quickly stripped from your body. A scream barely makes it past your lips before being cut short by a ghostly glove, cupping itself tightly against your mouth. Large jiggling shapes are squishing against you, and you realize the ghostly ballgowns’ breasts are squishing you as they pull your clothes off, and begin wrapping you up in something new. It takes mere moments for a heavy wave of fabric to seal itself all around you, and your arms and legs are swallowed up in something as well. The clothing quickly flies away from you, and you stumble around for a few moments while your eyes adjust to the light.

Denise stares at you, and begins giggling despite the situation she’s in as well. You blink several times, and are met with the sight of a huge pair of jiggling breasts encased in sparkling satin and rhinestones. They are as big as the breasts on the rest of the ballgowns, except THESE are bouncing off of YOUR chest!

“AAAAH!” You scream, grabbing a hold of the huge ghostly breasts. “Get these things OFF of me!”

A few stumbling steps are all it takes to feel the massive hips and ass the dress has given you as well, which bulge out from within the mermaid style gown you’re now wearing. Your legs, surrounded by an plump layer of unseen womanly flesh, quiver with each step you take, mincing in short steps against the restraint of the tight dress. The gowns seem to be delighted with your reaction, and seem to be holding back laughter. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and see your head atop what looks like an R rated version of a Disney princess. The dress is bursting with unbelievable femininity, your curves typically only existing in the sketchbook of horny teenage artists. The invisible flesh of the dress is tight against your skin; although you can’t feel sensation through it, you definitely feel every quivering and jiggling shake the voluptuous body gives off.

You stumble around the store, and Denise bursts at laughing at how ridiculous you look. You immediately reach for a zipper in the back of the dress, but the long sleeve of the gown stops you from doing so, and instead begins strutting around in front of the other dresses. The ghostly curves sway back and forth as the dress forces you into a catwalk, and your face burns red from embarrassment.

As you turn and are **** to walk back toward Denise, you spy the spellbook on the floor. Amazingly, it opened to the Unanimate spell as it hit the ground.