Jim fussed and squirmed, more worried indeed that his breasts might slowly be growing larger! His paranoid mind, still coping with the shock, was only too happy to provide conflicting reports. Where they a little heavier? A little more bouncy? Was that corset a bit tighter around them!? In reality: no. Sharon’s statement hadn’t triggered any real changes in his body, but rather in his mind; a detail she noticed after a minute or two of watching him fuss. Still…it made her smile, giving him an imagined dragon to chase.
“Oh, you poor little thing…if you are still just a growing girl, you’d better take these things off before they get uncomfortable…” she suggests coyly, hooking a finger into Jim’s corset in the middle of his cleavage, giving a little tug that pulled him into range for yet another kiss. “Don’t you think so, sweety?” she added, giving his rump a squeeze with her other hand.
Jim, to his credit, actually thought about it for a moment before agreeing with her logic. It was getting understandably hard to think about anything for very long that didn’t involve his ‘prize’ for not being a chicken. “I-I…Y-yeah, I probably should…” he agreed in a timid little voice after they broke their kiss, reaching up to slip the short blue jacket with the embroidered initials of Hill House on the breast from his slender, graceful shoulders.
Sharon took one step back, her hands behind her back like a judge watching a show…which in a way she was. God, but he was a cute little thing! If not for the way his erect phallus lifted the front of his little skirt, there would be nothing at all to suggest that Jim was other than he appeared: a cute, submissive young girl with a very pleasant figure.
The next to fall was the easiest to remove, aside from his jacket: that little pleated blue skirt, unzipping it behind him with fingers that seemed to know just how all those clothes worked, though he’d never worn them before in his life. Unless you counted those few times when he was younger, when he would dress up in his sister’s clothes…but he told himself whenever he thought about it that all guys did that at some point. It was just youth and experimentation. Right? No way the house could be actually digging out latent little fetishes from their subconscious minds and bringing them to the fore, after all. Okay, he didn’t actually think that last part…but if he suspected that to be happening, he would have!
But then, he’d have been very wrong if he did, as that was exactly what the house was doing. Not so much giving new desires to people, though it was perfectly capable of that, too. No, it was rooting out the seeds buried deep so long ago, coaxing them to bloom. Sharon’s growing bisexuality and dominant nature were just two of many things it was slowly working to bring out in its guests.
Sharon cooed at the sight of her lover, standing in front of her in heels, stockings, and corset, the delicate lace choker around his swan-like neck, blushing profusely as his hands wavered in front of him, indecisive whether or not to cover his phallus. That and his testicles were the only part of him uncharged yet…unless you counted being as hairless as they day he was born. Somehow, it made them seem even larger on his smaller, more dainty and curvy body, pinging on all of Sharon’s suspected tastes in lovers. It was all she could do not to melt with desire on the spot!
“I, um…I need a little help with this corset, S-Sharon…” he admitted, turning around to wiggle his apple-shaped tush in her direction, exposing the laces still tied so tightly behind him.
“Oh, Jim…” Sharon breathed, he voice taking her two tries to find. “Of course I’ll help!”
She stepped forward, taking a moment to lean against his back, kissing his neck, before her fingers easily teased apart the knot holding those laces as if it were nothing but a hard thought that was keeping it tied. “Odd…” she thought to herself…then shook her head with a smile. “Well of course it is! So far it’s par for the course.”
With the back unlaced, Jim turned to face his girlfriend once again, arms crossing his chest to hold that corset in place until Sharon’s soft hands slowly pushed them down, his numb fingers dropping it too the floor. With his body now completely nude for all intents and purposes, the thoughts rushed through him like little lightening bolts of naughty pleasure. What if he’d been forced to walk around the house looking like this? Wearing nothing but heels and stockings, a thoroughly feminine figure on display for any and everyone? Bad enough in front of strangers, but his friends?! The thoughts slammed home into the feelings his reshaped body was producing, multiplying and enhancing the feedback to make his cock throb and bob in the air in time with his heartbeat. The way those heels forced him onto his toes, lifting him into the air to perch on them with a feeling of insecurity. The way those stockings clung to his silky, shapely legs, caressing the more sensitive skin beneath and reminding him yet again that all that they touched was not at all masculine, hard or coarse. The way they made him arch his back for balance, pushing broader hips and fuller ass out behind him while sticking out his chest, those full, soft breasts shifting with teasing little jiggles and sways with even the slightest breath.
There was no doubt about it: Jim was being hit harder, and with a lot more than his girlfriend! He hadn’t yet realized it, but all of his transformational fantasies and fetishes were applying to himself now, and not just others. The way he loved to conspire with Rick, hatching little plots to expand the breasts or otherwise alter the bodies of the girls, the way they would stay up into the wee hours of the morning, laughing darkly while discussing how they might mess with their minds, making them submissive little playthings with sky-high libidos for them to amuse themselves with…the notion still half-formed in the back of his mind that this was exactly what was happening to him was feeding those blooming tastes, urges, and desires, unbidden by his rational mind, and sending his libido into overdrive! Ironically, this too fed right back into that loop…
Stepping forward and draping her arms across Jim’s shoulders and behind his neck, easily straddling his erect member between her legs and beneath the cotton layer shielding her slit, it was Sharon’s smaller brain, the one with the urge to see her lover so small and soft and helpless, that spoke.
“Baby? What if I told you that I knew how to control what was happening to you? What if I told you that I could make you just as small and sexy and helpless as I wanted?” she purred into his ear, licking her tongue teasingly across the little diamond studs that pierced them.
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