Sharon cackled as Jim's manhood shrivelled and reformed into a tight little cunt. "Now, I don't have to worry about you leaving the toilet seat up anymore!"
Sharon sent him to make her a good stiff drink, and after he brought it for her he was sent into the bedroom with instructions to put on panties, a bra, and, in her words, "To put on makeup like a whore."
By the time Jim walked back out, she had drank most of her drink, and was relaxing languidly on the couch. She ordered him to stand before her, while Jim's tits grew to fill out the bra.
Then Sharon smiled, and his tits grew to overfill it, bulging painfully out around the overstressed cups. Then
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