Monique stopped at the foot of the bed. She struck a pose with one arm playing with her hair and the other draped across her stomach. Her feet together she was slowly moving her hips, swaying from side to side and occasionally with a slow thrust forward. Monique was feeling horny and prepared for just about anything.
Joey, on the bed, could not believe what he had done to Monique. Here was the hot older girl that he had thought about every time he had come over to his friend's house. Only now she was a rubber-skinned, balloon-titted, latex-clad version of herself. And she was smiling at him.
"I wish your waist was smaller," Joey said finally.
There was sudden squeak from Monique as the air was forced from her. Her eyes went wide but her smile remained. Her latex costume crinkled and popped as it loosened around her mid-drift. Monique placed both hands on her middle and felt the change. She twisted leaned around trying to see the change over her larger breasts. Her hands feeling all around made the same squeaky sounds of rubber on rubber.
"Hmm, I wish that I could get a good look at your waist without your costume in the way." Instantly Monique's full dress became a two-piece top and skirt version of itself. Her cute little belly button was visible in the soft light as was her dramatically slimmer waist.
"Ohh, Zoey! Ah am so thin now. Ah look silly with zuch a tinny waist. Ah must look like a cartoon." Monique was still trying to get a good look at herself.
"No, you still look hot. Sexy even," Joey said beaming. He wondered how long she would let him continue before she demanded to be changed back.
"Zexy, non?" She said and twisted in a way that made her look positively pinched in the middle.
"Oh, yeah. To look like a cartoon I would have to say: I wish Monique had, uh, big pouty lips and breasts that were slightly bigger than her head." Joey almost laughed as he said this. He knew what he was doing.
"Arret, ooh!" Monique exclaimed as the nest round of changes caught her. Her lips suddenly puffed and became swollen. They pushed out around becoming large and plump before stopping. Now when Monique was not smiling or talking her lips seemed to be pursed and inviting a kiss from everyone in sight. Her bottom lip looked heavy and pillowy while her top lip was arched and folded between her cheeks. Her lips seemed almost too big to be held within the confines of her mouth.
Her breasts too were suddenly too big for her body. From the large but natural size Joey had made them in the hall, Monique now sported a pair of breasts that were indeed slightly larger than her head. They were round and heavy. Each one was capped with a large peg-like nipple of darker pink rubber. One nipple had found its way over the distended neck-line of her top while the other made itself known by creating a visible dent outward from the slick latex covering it.
Monique's hands cupped her breast from below as small as her hands were. The large mounds remained as jutting as they had been before. The sudden shift of her centre of mass caused Monique to pitch forward. Now she was fumbling with her breasts. Two arms full, Monique stumbled and fell onto the bed. Joey rolled out of the way and watched as Monique struggled to turn over on her back.
"Zoey, zis really is too, too much," Monique said with a bit of venom in her voice even though she was still smiling. "Ah can not even move under zis weight. If vous don't change it you will 'ave to change me back."