The two girls lead the way, pulling you by the hand. With the two of them in front of you, in the full light of the clinic, and with only a thin set of lady’s underwear on, you get a long opportunity to look at them, ogling the way their bodies move in motion. You watch the two sets of cheeks bounce, and Grace’s excess mass jiggle, which doesn’t look that bad from your angle, being part of a massively shapely bottom. Meanwhile Danielle moved with a swift grace, almost sprite-like as she speeds ahead.
The three of you arrive in a nicer, less clinical corner of the clinic, in a booth-filled area not unlike a colossal coffee shop. The dark-wood paneling feels dated, but undeniably cozy, and the soft furnishings are both comfy and sound-insulating. In the corner a group of four are in a similar huddle, discussing a document of their own excitedly.
The group glace over towards you and your companions, a dry snicker radiating from the group. Grace declares that she needs coffee in response, looking away from them, and Danielle asks if she could fetch a set for everyone. She squeezes your hand as she goes, bounding away red-faced.
“She’s a real cutie that one,” Danielle says, “Regardless of what happens to us, if you hurt her I will fold you over backwards like a sandwich press. Shall we sit?”
Danielle places herself at the end of a tight booth, once again in a shady corner. Being polite, you place yourself on the opposing end, but Danielle dismisses that and pats the space beside her.
“Now, now,” She says, grinning. “We are too far along for modesty, get your ass over here boy.”
You oblige her, budging so you are pressed up against her. Your heart starts beating heavier, anticipating what kind of world you are entering.
“Grace and I first met years ago, on a fetish site for people with an interest in a size difference, among other predictions. It wasn’t long before we realized that we also had similar professions, and a similar need to escape our then-current employers, setting up our own landscaping company. Before we knew it we were living out something of a fetish-themed alternative lifestyle, fucking by night, landscaping by day, and spending our weekends fucking out in nature or with people we picked up at clubs. Now we want to expand both the business, and our lifestyle, adding somebody new into the mix.”
On that bombshell Grace returned with a dainty-looking coffee set, complete with clinic-branded coffee press. She carefully pressed the plunger, before pouring out a cup each, her nerves temporarily abated.
“Grace, my love,” Danielle grinned, sipping her coffee, “tell the nice man what it is that we like, what you and I want.”
You look over to Grace as she sat down, displacing so much mass you are neary thrown into Danielle, left sandwiched between the two ladies. She sighs her eyes closed and is starting to sweat, her hands grasping at her gown.
“I want a giant big tiddy mom GF,” she whimpered. You nearly choke on your coffee, having to place the cup back in it's saucer. “Me and Danny want to become small boys and turn you into our giant big tiddy mom GF.”
“There we go!” Danny said, patting Grace's hand. She had to reach across you, her face inches from yours, her clinical undies so thin that you can see her chest clearly. You are, unfortunately, still too stunned to notice. “Is this booth shady enough for you by the way?”
Grace nodded, continuing.
“What we want to do to you is turn you into our ideal partner, personality and all. You will become a rather tall, big-breasted, big-butted lady, belonging to the two of us, and we will become your tiny little bichonne men. We will continue to morph you, making you more perfect as our tastes change and evolve, and spend most of your life heavy lifting on the job, and caring for us at home. This will involve milk production, and may involve a whole lot more. This is going to be an adventure, and we aren't too certain where it might go.
“Obviously we don’t know you that well, but we do trust the company as it helped Danny transition before, the old fashioned way, and it's part of a pharmaceutical group that helped me gain mass, so we trust who it advises on this matter. We will take our time, easing you into the lifestyle, and if it gets too much the clinic can undo everything.”
You pause for a moment, overwhelmed, taking a big gulp of coffee. So much for the shy girl in the corner. You turn to look for help from Danielle a stare, only to be met with a devilish grin. You turn back to look for solace in Grace, hoping it was a gaffe, only to find her covering her face with the shame of her honesty.
“We know what we want,” Danny says with a grin. “You probably thought you were going to leave the clinic with an extra set of arms or a prehensile cock, eh?”
“You don’t have to,” Grace blurts. “We realize we are asking you to become our slave, which is a whole lot to ask of someone. There will probably be others.”
“Yeah, but, think about it this way.” Danny added, tutting. “You don’t have to worry about bills, you get to be coddled the rest of your life, and you will receive plentiful orgasms from two lads that think you are the sexiest thing alive.”
“I’m not sure I’m into all that,” you clarify, sipping the last of your coffee. “All this is much kinkier than I have ever imagined.
“You don’t have to be,” Danny says, rising from her seat. She moved in front of you, sitting on the table and refilling your coffee. “I guarantee one of two things; either you will soon discover that you love it, or your love of some of the stuff we will do will overpower the stuff you aren't a fan of. Failing that we can always convert you, I still have the transitioning stuff.”
“Yeah, about that,” you start, cradling your coffee, “When you say you ‘transitioned,’ what does that mean? Are you a, erm…”
Danny said nothing, flicking her eyebrows and flipping her legs over, revealing a distinct bulge. With the way that she is sitting, her groin is not too far from your chest.
“This thing predates this clinic. I had to earn it the old fashioned way, and there is much more where that came from.”