“Who left this here?” A fellow party-goer, Jonas, had gone out for some fresh air when he noticed the shirt laying on the ground. Despite the careless placement of it, it seemed to be in pristine condition. He glanced around for a moment, so see if there was anyone around who may own it. Though he was alone… He shrugged, and folded it together. Maybe someone back at inside owned it… So after getting the fresh air he needed, he went back inside, carrying it with himself.
She didn’t recognize him, but she couldn’t help but admit that he looked kind of handsome… He had short, blond hair with a kind of ruffled look to it, and an overall tanned complexion. His eyes were a dark blue color, with a narrow chin. He was also fairly tall, and despite his clothing, she could see that he had a toned build. He probably did some kind of sport…
He spent a little while to ask around, but nobody recognized it… WIth a sigh, he sat down on one of the couches, holding the shirt up in front of himself.
“Maybe I should just keep it for myself… It looks around my size.” He thought out loud. What neither of the two had realized was that Belle had increased in size, specifically to be just the perfect size for him.
What he was unaware of, though, was that the shirt was still sentient… Belle had tried to ask him for help, but her pleads were stuck in her mind. And the thought of being worn… At first, she didn’t want to imagine how weird that would feel, but at the same time… She thought it sounded...erotic? She couldn’t find the right word to describe how she felt…
But before she had time to think about it too much, he stood back up. He took her to the nearest restroom, and took off his previous shirt - it had gotten a bit stained earlier today, so having a replacement would probably be nice…
With each buttoned he unbuttoned, Belle felt a shiver run down her...spine? Her back...whatever her back is called now. She wanted to squirm - each button felt so sensitive...like he was fumbling about with her nipples, or something like that… Of course, he had no idea.
“I-is everything about this going to feel so...erotic…?” Belle thought to herself - if that was the case, staying as a dress shirt almost sounded...appealing. however, she quickly tried to push that thought out of her mind. No way she’d want to stay like this! She can’t even tal-
He slipped his arm into the sleeve, only to discover that it really did fit him perfectly! He couldn’t help but smile a little from the discovery, and slipped his other arm into the other sleeve, before tugging the shirt on properly, before turning over towards the mirror, before he started to button it up, much to Belle’s personal pleasure. Despite her previous worries, she couldn’t help but find the fact that she’s clinging around a guy’s body pretty...erotic as well. She could feel his toned muscles, and his body hair tickling her from the inside. Coupled with him messing with the buttons again, and she could barely even attempt to restrain her own arousal.
“Well, hope the previous owner won’t mind if I keep this.” He said with a chuckle. But that cheerful demeanor began to waver once he noticed that...something about his reflection was wrong.