Wait for him to come home

I had never been so excited to hear the front door unlock as I was in that moment. "Babe!"

I practically jumped into his arms, sending his shopping flying. "I've been waiting for you!"

He smirked. "I bet you have."

"Wait, what? So you did this on purpose?" I pointed to my groin, frustrated.

He just smirked and walked to the kitchen with the shopping.

I followed eagerly, breasts jiggling distractingly in the latex, and watched him unpack in my sultry outfit.

"How are you finding your outfit?" He stepped towards me, put his hands on my hips and kissed me. I felt him run a hand between my legs, sending tingles of anticipation straight through the thin latex.

I buckled and backed away, overstimulated. "I looove it," I replied.

He watched me look down at myself.

"I love the way it makes me look. Hey, don't these look big?" I asked, squeezing my breasts to accentuate their size.

He smirked. "You don't think that it might not be the latex that makes them look bigger." He held up his phone.

I watched him type. Before I could protest, he tapped the screen excitedly.

"What do you--woa!"

In an imperceptibly short time, several pounds were hung from my chest, pulling me forwards unexpectedly. Once I regained my balance I could look down to see a sea of cleavage.

I felt a twinge of arousal as my brain caught up with what was happening. My boyfriend was changing me. This thing could do anything.

"Babe these are," I hefted them. "These are bigger than my head, I think! This is ridiculous." I stared at him, dumbfounded, starting to question if I was dreaming or not.