Chris brought the black one piece swimsuit and put it in his drawer. Despite repeated warnings from the owner of the Magic Shop. He was fast asleep when the bottom draw opened up and the black material slithered out like a snake. It crawled across the floor then hitched itself up onto the bed and slithered towards Chris. The teen stirred as the shoulder straps opened up and started engulfing his body like an anaconda.
"AAHAAH!" he cried.
It was like a bolt of electricity shooting through his body as the opening for the legs touched his testicles and dick. It was like a blowtorch was being held to his dick and testicles. He screamed but no one else in the house was there to hear him. Chris rolled onto the ground and hit the carpet. His body was at melting point as each strap looped itself around his skinny arms and fused into his body.
"Ow fuck!" his scalp itched
Something long grew from his head and he realized it was hair!. His face was covered with it as he realized that it was hair, dyed blond at the ends but brown on top. His hair weaved itself into intricate knots becoming to pig tails, flowing down his back. He screamed again as his flat crotch opened up into a pair of vagina lips. Chris vomited as someone felt like they were punching him in the gut.
Chris looked at his fingers and they had become longer, slender and with long polished nails on them. His knuckles had shrunk too. His arms grew stronger but the hair had fallen off as his legs grew longer but also hairless. His ass filled out until the fabric went up the parting of his buttocks. His hips flared outwards as he started to cool off.
"Owww" she moaned in relief
She started scratching her chest as the flat nipples itched like the dickens. Soon the nipples started to rise becoming the focal point for a new pair of assets. Breasts. Soon the new gland filled up to be respectable B cups. Finally her face felt like it was being put into a vice as her face became thinner and more over shaped. With a pointed chin with a cleft and only a touch of lip gloss.
Chris tried to get up, but Anna was taller then he was and she felt like Bambi almost falling after the first few steps. In a haze she wondered down into the kitchen and sat on the countertop. As she moved her breasts and hair moved with her, she patted her flat crotch and found that she was very moist down there. But she wasn't ready to put her fingers in.
Chris tried to pull out of the fabric taking the shoulder straps off and exposing her breasts. They weren't as big as what she had first shown in the mirror, but they were perky and round with rosebud pink nipples. Nipples that a baby was meant to suck from, suddenly Chris found himself crying over the loss of her baby girl. To have something come to life in you, to grow and move and then die it felt so wrong.
Drying her eyes She cupped her breasts and they had a warm feeling about them. Swaying with the movements of her body she understood why women need a bra. Her girls could move so much particular when playing golf, wait did she play golf? Yes, yes she did. She had quite a good average, her breasts actually give her extra swing when striking the ball. Anna held a nipple vaguely between each thumb and forefinger before squeezing them.
"Oh!" she orgasmed throwing her head back.
The nipples were connected directly to her brain.
Anna tried to remove the one piece swimsuit but it wouldn't let go below her toned and flat stomach. She waited for gravity to free her of the swimsuit but it wouldn't let go. Chris grabbed a pair of scissors and tried to cut it but the black material seemed not to want to cut. Growing frustrated her breasts slapped against her body as she tried to cut the material without any movement.
"Well I can't go out in a bathing swimsuit now can I?" she yelled
The clothing started to lighten and become carny yellow. The portion around her hips became panties and her breasts were soon encased in a bra of the same lacy fabric that was solid around her pussy but see through on the sides and back. Likewise they refused to be cut off. Anna tried to go to the toilet and the panties would allow her to push them down her knees but no further. The bra could come off but that was it.
She went through her mother-wait Chris' mom's drawers and found a pair of old ripped jeans that more or less fit along with a red and white striped shirt that had long sleeves. Chris knew it was like popular from the 90s. She put her dainty feet into sneakers and then tried to go outside and find what would release her from these haunted panties.