You three are all to do a sexy catwalk, then the outfits have their on you

This couldn't possibly get any worse! First you lost control on the clothing, then you and Denise were **** into dresses again, you were then **** to spank Denise, and now Denise is being **** to grope your exaggerated behind! How was this happening?

As your mind was pacing out of panic, the clothes are planning how they should play with you three.... Aha! The clothes finally got an idea. What would be a better way to start playing with their toys again than to **** them all into a catwalk? They did that to you before, but you just had to spoil their fun. So why not do it again? But make things more sexy for the three of you?

Just as you began thinking as to why you couldn't control the clothes anymore, the dresses initiate playtime. The dresses line the three of you up in a triangle formation. The manager was moved to the front, Denise to the left, and you were moved to the right. A lot of empty dresses completed their looks, then went over to watch their new toys do a sexy catwalk. All the outfits were like an audience of women with giant curves in all the right places.

The manager was the first to be **** to do the catwalk. His dress made him walk in a very seductive strut, his enlarged cruves bounce and jiggle as the walks. The dress also **** his arms to swing seductively as well. Sometimes, some of the other dresses would grope the managers new breasts, or his giant ass would get spanked. Even the managers outfit would make him spank himself. He was red in the face with embarrassment. "Mpphh, mmmhp!" The manager shouts in anger and embarrassment.

Then it was yours and Denise's turn to do the catwalk. You two had a similar sexy strut, the both of you were **** to bump each other's butts when your hips crashed into each other. Just like with the manager, some of the other dresses groped the both of you. Sometimes one of the other outfits stopped the both of you so that they could fondle Denise's real breasts. "Mmmmph" said Denise in a defeated tone, stilled gagged, she knew she couldn't do anything to stop the outfits from groping and fondling her.

Not only did the other dresses grope her, her own dress made her grope and fondle herself as well. Your dress would make you grope her, sometimes your outfit even made you play with one of her nipples. This repeated for a while, the manager goes first to walk the catwalk, then you and Denise went. On the fourth run of the catwalk, one of the dresses ended up touching Denise's crotch. "Mmph?! Mphmmmmm..." Said Denise, in a confused and pleasured tone.

After the catwalk, the dresses separated you and Denise from the manager. The manager was **** to walk to another part of the store to be played with by the other clothes, while you and Denise were **** to walk to another part of the store as well, your outfits made you both hold hands in a flirtatious tone. As you two were **** to walk over to where ever the outfits were taking you, you started thinking again. Obviously Denise was wrong when she said the animation spell was in you. So if it wasn't in you, what was the animate spell in?

Your thoughts were cut off when your outfits stopped you both in the middle of a large opening in the store. Many other dresses and outfits line up outside of the opening in the store, they were watching you as something was about to happen.

With all the clothes waiting with anticipation, the spell book came flying out of no where. Wait a second... was it the book?! Was animate spell in the spell book? If so, you were about to find out.

The book started flipping it's pages, it was looking for a spell to use, one that would be great for ****. All of the empty outifts had their arms raised. their hand over their invisible mouths, as if they were laughing at you specifically. The book stopped and found a page, it found the perfect **** spell. Since you had real curves the last time you were controlled, why not give them back? Last time you didn't feel them, but this time they'll truly be yours. Along with a modified body.

All of a sudden, blue sparkles and pink bubbles slowly come out of the spell book, then they quickly make their way over to you. Your body felt... weird, as if your body wasn't familiar to you. Then you felt it, your chest was inflating, not the dress, but your actual chest! They were giving you tits again! Then you felt your real hips and ass inflate to. NOOOO! You thought. Soon enough, you had real curves. You could feel them, they were so big sensitive, your curves kept jiggling and bouncing when your dress **** you to movd. It felt so good. But the spell was only just starting. Denise was wide eyed as she saw your curves, she was then **** to grope your new tits, as well as play with your nipples. "Mph!" Denise said in shock, still gagged by the glove.

"Mphhhhmmmm" you moan loudly, you are also still gagged by a glove. Just as you thought your body was done changing, it wasn't. Soon something else happened, you felt Denise's panties squeezing your dick that was hard from Denise groping you. But then, it went limp. No. More like, it was getting smaller. No.. NO... Nonononono! The spell is getting rid of your manhood! Denise's panties **** your dick inward, it felt incredible somehow. Then once your dick was pushed all the way inside of you, your new vagina was born. You are no longer a guy. You whimpered underneath your gag as Denise is **** to touch your new slit.

Denise couldn't beleive what she was **** to do, and she couldn't beleive what she felt. Adam's dick no longer existed! Her best friend was judt turned into a girl right in front of her! Oh crap, thought Denise as she was **** to make Adam's new body jiggle and bounce.

This was the perfect **** for the clothes. Not only did you do lewd things to your best friend, but they also took away your manhood as a punishment for taking away fun time earlier. To make things worse, both yours and Denise's outfits **** you to touch each other while a ton of outfits watched you two.

The dresses want more though, they want to see you both completely lose hope and submit to them. So what else should they do to their toys?