You stand up from your seated position; you have to get out of here. Your boots clip-clop on the floor when you suddenly stop, struck by a deep wave of pleasure.
Your thong has started move on its own, and is rubbing your cock with a gentle gliding hand like a phantom massuse! Your cock springs to life and is guided each step of the way by ripples of silk and lace. As it grows, it tents your leather skirt, which also starts to grab and grind your hardening cock within its swishes of leather.
The effect is paralyzing; you let out a long moan that seems to ripple up and down your spine as the rest of your newly acquired clothing starts to massage and poke and prod your slowly altering body. You blissfully explore the smooth yet solid exterior of your new pink jacket with your ungooped hand, only to watch it slenderize into your gooped hand's duplicate. The cotton of the shirt underneath your leather jacket starts to feel slippery and silky, like walking into a cool bath, as your old shirt transforms into the new lining of your leather jacket. Hair and pores disappear beneath a new layer of sensitive skin that grows into a new layer of feminine fat that feels absolutely delightful inside the jacket's slinky sleeves. Your shivet as your nipples grow sensitiv; fat begins to pool onto your chedt as your nipples grow into points pried by the jacket's interior. You feel woozy with rapture as your entire frame gives way to the ever tightening and arousing clothing.
You take a step forward as your feet and legs are undulated into slimmer, more sensitive shapes but you can't help but moan in a voice that barely sounds like yours. What are going to do?