... A skimpy blue bikini!
Pulling it out of it's package, Dave decided to try it on. Wrapping it around his fake breasts, he clipped it into his back after a few minutes of trying, and examined himself. The bikini was too big, his fake breasts not filling the cups, there was a good couple of cup-sizes between them. 'Maybe I have to take the fake boobs off?' He wondered, reaching into his bikini top, and removing them. Immediately, he was floored with pleasure, a deep piercing warmth spread through his chest. He felt flesh start to pour into he cups, inflating his tits slowly with mammary tissue and fat. Moaning loudly, Dave fingered as his nipples thickened and lengthened, along with his areola. His breasts were orgasmically pulsing, each pulse blowing them up more, raising his moans in pitch. His developing breasts started turning a deep bronze, and he colour quickly started to flow around his upper body, pulsing in tune with his breasts. They were about a C-cup now, a bit smaller than the fake breasts and still had a ways to go before filling the bikini, which was at least an E-cup. His ribs cracked and shrunk as his breasts pulsed bigger and bigger, his arms an hands bronzing as he came closer and closer to an orgasm. D-cup. The bronze spread down his waist, giving him a thin toned stomach. DD-cup. The bronze spread up his neck, raising his voice to a mature female tone, and he screamed in ecstasy as his breasts finally exploded into E-cups, filling the top, and pushing against each other, giving him some serious cleavage. Falling forward, he bounced as he hit the desk, letting another small moan as he recovered from the aftermath of his change. After laying squished against the desk for a few minutes, Dace decided to get a look at himself in the large mirror on the back of his door. His upper body was drop dead gorgeous, his voluptuous bronze breasts heaved with his breaths, beaded with sweat. Waist tapered to almost impossibly thin proportions , before expanding slightly as the bronze lightened to white and met his masculine hips. His neck had a similar scheme, stopping before his head, and coating his thin girly neck. His arms were thin, with dainty hands. His nails were long, polished and shiny. Walking back to his desk, enjoying the feeling of his breast bouncing in the top, he looked down at the bikini bottom, which appeared to be quite large, no doubt it would give him an ass to match his breasts, as well as making the rest of him a bronzed goddess. Also nestled in the packaging, missed by him before, was a makeup Kit, which he assumed should change his head and hair. Which one should he use first?