Standing up, Dean turned around, reaching for the large lacy bra he was planning to put on dean. Suddenly, he felt shuddered in pleasure. Mark hadn't been knocked out! He was rubbing Deans slit! Dean moaned, and his legs gave out from under him. He landed with a slight bounce on his ass. "N-nuhhhhh~" He moaned, pawing at Marks rubbing fingers feebly. "What were you going to do, Dean? Give me a bra? I don't think that would fit me very well, maybe you should have it." He said, grabbing the bra off the shelf, before returning to Deans slickening sex. "Please douuuhhhhh" Dean groaned again, unable to control his unfamiliar arousal. "Please do? Well, if your sure." Mark said, kindly. He slide the bra onto one of Deans arms, then the other with little resistance, before flipping him over and clasping he bra on the other side, and ripping of the tag, sealing the change. Deean moaned loudly, as mammary glands and fatty tissue poured into his pectorals, inflating them to a massive G-cup, and expanding his nipplea to almost three time their original size. His ribs cracked, and his heat shrunk to more feminine proportions, and his waist caved in, giving him a definite hour glass figure. "What else..." Pondered mark, giving Deans new boobs a squeeze.