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Published at 11/02/2025 - 05:00 PM
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"What's up, Babe?" Billy asked as his wife, Jen, entered the room, a worried look on her face. "The fundraiser is tonight and…" she trailed off, holding up a black dress with a large hole along the back. "Oh," Billy responded, "Well, what about your red dress?" "That's at the cleaners," Jen told him, looking at him with pleading eyes. "God damnit," Billy sighed, "Tonight was supposed to be a boys' night." "I know, I know. I'll make it up to you, I promised," Jen smiled, placing her finger on his chest, a bolt of electricity arcing from it. "You'd better," he whined before his body collapsed to the floor.

The changes were quick, with his chest growing round and generous as a pair of boobs blossomed from behind his shirt. His hips made an echoing crack as they grew wider. In seconds, he had the figure of a well-endowed woman, his wife to be exact, but that didn't last long. His skin turned blacker than night, taking on a silken gloss that made him look more like a cloth doll than a person. His inseam split, connecting to itself in a way to form one long limb instead, as his shoulders collapsed in on themselves, leaving his arms separate from his body. The aforementioned arms grew thinner until they were a set of translucent gossamer gloves. His head caved into his collarbone as his insides hollowed out, his breasts keeping their outermost layer as they became cups of a dress.

He hated not being able to move, but as Jen fished him out of the pile of his own clothes, he was happy to see her smile. "Thank you so much!" She said, stepping into the dress and pulling the back zipper up. Billy, however, didn't hear this as the feeling of her warm flesh stretching his skin had him in an uninterrupted state of ecstasy. The feeling of holding her soft breasts and cradling her round rear was enough to make him want to remain as her dress forever, but he couldn't be a good husband if he was clothing. "I'll turn you back as soon as I get home," Jen whispered to him, stroking his delicate fabric. He just hoped she would take her time.