“So you’re just gonna look like someone else this weekend?” Mike asks you, raising a bewildered eyebrow after you warn him about your incoming delivery.

“Yeah, I’m using one of those bodysuit things, so don’t freak out when you see an adonis walk through the door tonight!” You laugh, “I might be short now, but I could even pull a threeway with the body I picked out!”

“Cool, man…

Maybe I could get one of those girls? I’ll come out with you to wherev-”

“Hell naw, dude!” You cut off your friend, “Get your own girls- get your own suit!”

You feel bad being so blunt, but you’re paying a lot of money for the suit and it’s not really fair for Mike to just intrude on your fun.

“I get it man, whatever you want…” Mike trails off, sounding a little hurt as he gets up from the couch and goes to his room.

You sit down on the couch with a smile, putting your legs up as you wait for the mailman to bring you your package. He shows up after a couple of hours, handing you the heavy box as you thank him.

You don’t even take the bodysuit to your room, too excited to not tear it open in the living room. It’s only once you look at the packaging that’s your heart drops, you never ordered a female suit!

“Maybe they just packed it wrong…” You muse aloud, emptying the shapeless blob from the box.

You feel a bit calmer as you hold the rubbery suit up, an androgynous build that clearly morphs once it’s turned on. You check the instructions for confirmation, and smile when you read that the full figure could take up to two hours to apply.

The lack of genitalia worries you slightly, but you figure that’s just part of the sculpting process…

“But I didn’t order the permanent model!” You shout into the phone, “And why can’t I stop smiling? It’s starting to hurt my cheeks…”

“What the…” You hear Mike trail off from the couch, but ignore him as you berate customer service.

“You can’t just send me the wrong suit, then tell me it’s my fault for putting it on! How was I supposed to know I’d turn into a fucking milf??” You angrily demand, “And it’s really hard to concentrate cuz I’m so hor- Shit!!”

Suddenly Mike’s hands are around your waist, pulling you to the couch as the phone hits your face. That turns the speaker on, so Mike can hear customer service’s response as he forces you onto your knees.

“We’re really sorry about the mixup, so we’re giving your suit unlimited lifetime customizations. You or a loved one can just call this extension twenty four-seven, and I’ll be able to basically do anything you want to your mind and body.” The polite lady informs you, pausing for your moans as Mike pulls off the shorts that came with your body.

“That’s not right!” You try to counter behind a sultry smile, unable to stop your roommate as he opens your tight ass cheeks and plunges his face deep.

The phone falls to the floor as your toes curl, and Mike quickly picks it up.

“Okay, so I get to pick the body?” Mike brutally grunts into the phone, bulge throbbing as he bites his bottom lip.  

“I just need to hear authenticated confirmation from the client-” The voice suddenly cuts off as Mike puts the phone to his ear, and seconds later two of his thick fingers penetrate your wet folds.

It’s like two hot sticks of serotonin butter being pressed into your brain, every little movement of his knuckles completely taking over all your thoughts.

“So you want to change back to normal??” He whispers in your ear aggressively, twisting his fingers as you writhe euphorically.

“Yes, please!!” You shout, straining your throat and almost hitting- Your phone?

“Sure thing, granting full user access to Mike!” You hear from the other line, “All his requests should be fulfilled automatically, if I did this right…”

No!!

The customer service rep chuckles nonchalantly, and Mike starts bringing the phone back to his face.

“Thank you. Now let’s just-”

“I got the wrong bodysuit delivered!” You cut Mike off, “It was supposed to be-”

“Way more curvy. And she doesn’t wanna be a milf right now, so make her younger.” Mike smiles as your head starts to spin, and you feel your skin become smoother as your wrinkles fade.

“Sure thing, sir. And is there anything else you need today?”

“That’s all, for now. What was your name again?” Mike asks flirtatiously, boner raging as you feel your hips flare out.

“I’m Tristi Gina, honey bun! You sound like a sweetie, can’t wait to speak to you again! Have a great weekend!!

Oh, and I almost forgot! You’re now on a premium plan cuz of our lifetime customization offer, so the changes will take several minutes instead of hours.

Toodles!” Tristi Gina cheerfully says before Mike hangs up, a sinister look on his face as your spine arches sluttily.

Your stomach growls as the little amount of fat you had in your belly transfers to your ass, and you feel the shorts your bodysuit came with get swallowed up by your bubbling skin. The sensation of your body inflating is surreal, the brimming edges of your figure occupying space further than you can previously feel as the jiggling fat settles.

“Give me my phone back!” You demand, voice filtered through your thickness and coming out much sweeter than you expect.

“Now, now… I can always call Tristi back up, and completely transform that little head head of yours…” Mike smiles, “Now why don’t you give in to that horniness? I can see the edges of your lips quivering, you don’t think I know what that means??

You want a man to boss you around, don’t you?”

“What? No, I-” You stop talking as Mike raises your phone and pretends to dial, “Yeah, I want to obey a… Hot guy with big muscles…”

You swallow your disgust, letting your body do what it wants as an aroused smile crawls across your face. Only now noticing the tight onesie wrapping around your body, you keep your mouth shut as your body bounces and pulls at the waistband.

“That ass is perfect!” Mike laughs as the buckles between your legs disconnect, “Show me what they did to your pussy!”

Even as your anger bubbles internally, you can feel the euphoric hormones of lust drown any coherent thoughts as you cover your breasts playfully. You giggle completely against your will as your dainty hands reach back, struggling to lift your hefty ass and show off your tight folds to Mike.

“Bodysuits R Us, how may I help you?” You suddenly hear Tristi Gina’s voice over the phone speaker, and your little stomach drops as Mike clears his throat.

“Can you please give my girlfriend bigger tits? Make them super perky, and the highest sensitivity possible!” He laughs, sticking a finger between your ass cheeks and making you moan instead of protest.

“Sure thing, sweetie!

And what cup size would you like?” Tristi Gina asks, either ignoring or not hearing your loud moans as Mike sticks a finger into your mouth and let’s you suck on it.

“Well, I think we should try out a more moderate size before moving up to the big leagues, so a simple D cup for now, please.” Mike reasons, giving you a wink as your nipples start to tingle.

“A perky pair of hyper sensitive D cups, coming right up!” Tristi Gina giggles, “And is there anything else you’lll be needing while I have you on this call?”

“Hmmm…” Mike trails off as he scams your body, “And dress her up more slutty, like a girl who only owns lingerie.”

“I’m replacing all her clothes right now, what do you think?” Tristi Gina asks, “She should be wearing new stuff already…”

You can feel the soft onesie shrink as the bottom half below the waist tightens and separates, revealing your flat tummy and pushing up your inflating bosom. Your lungs feel full as a thong wedgies between your bubble butt cheeks, but you’re unable to exhale as expanding cleavage is pushed into your chin.

“If you need anything else, you know how to reach us!” Tristi Gina chimes in as fat blossoms in your chest, hanging up as your shirt tightens against your growing boobs.

You feel hurt by Mike, and betrayed by the company you trusted; but there’s nothing you can think about more than the sensation under your shirt!

You can feel every fiber of skin stretch beneath your silky top, nipples growing rubbing into it and sending sparks of arousal downward. You writhe in your seat as your breasts jiggle, making the sensitive skin rub against the silky fabric more and eliciting moans of bliss from your pouting lips.

Your only plan for relief isn’t even one you consider, hands moving on their own as your cold manicured nails grip and press into the plush fat of your D cups. You then flip your palms open, letting your heavy bosom spill out and relieving yourself as the skimpy panties clinging to your waist are soaked by sweet cum.

“You know, after you were such an asshole earlier about picking up girls I couldn’t really come up with good revenge to basically say ‘fuck you’, but now I think I’m just gonna straight up fuck you!” Mike laughs maniacally, “In fact, I’m just itching to call the bodysuit place again, but I can’t even think of another transformation for you! Be honest, tell me something you’ve always wanted to see in a girl. If I like it- we’ll try it out, and then I’ll get them to change you back. Okay?”

Part 2 is coming next and is gonna be a multi-part CYOA!! 😘