"Transform," Naomi said sticking her tongue out.
Cathy smiled. Her shirt was currently clinging to her breasts. The fabric was gently clutching her whole breast. Her sensitive nipples were being licked and flicked by her top. Ghostly fingers seemed to run up and down her spine that made Cathy want to twist away or squirm. Frozen in place she was unable. The attention to her favourite parts were distracting her thoughts.
"Naomi, you now have translucent fairy-wings coming out of your back and ...," Cathy was cut off by her own feelings. Her shorts were seeming to slide back and forth over her burning slit. The legs were clinging to her thighs and squeezing her in a way she loved. The front panel pulsed a little like a hand softly tapping her clit. The seat was also tingling all over her butt cheeks. Around her mid-section Cathy's clothes were hugging her close. They were tight and strict but tender. Cathy had never been so aroused; her clothes were doing everything she liked all at once and all over her body. Her eyes fluttered with pleasure as her mind swam through the desire to cum, but she knew that it was impossible. She desperately to touch herself anywhere; to rip the clothing off her body or to help their machinations quicken a little.
Presently she remembered that she was in the middle of something. "And you ... umm ... are a fairy princess ballerina." Cathy finished with a gasp and a moan. Her hands fighting to move closer to touch something but her body magically stiff and motionless.
Naomi, confused, looked past her massive breasts as she felt her clothing change. Her socks, fluffy, white tube-socks, turned pink and shiny like silk. They tightened and formed a stiff toe as ribbons wound up her legs tying off as pretty pink bows by her knees. Naomi lifted her legs to see the ballet shoes she now wore and felt her muscles lock. Her feet now forced into en-point position were unable to move. If she wanted to walk, Naomi would have to do it on her tippy-toes.
Naomi's pajama bottoms suddenly puffed. Around her a pink, silk skirt was being lifted by lacy, white petty-coats. Against her crotch Naomi could feel the fleece shorts were now cool, smooth, silk shorts. Her discarded t-shirt that lay on the counter twisted and reformed into a pink, silk lined corset. Naomi felt compelled to lift the corset to her stomach where it wound itself around her body. Pink ribbons tied the corset off forming columns of little pink bows. The corset tightened around Naomi's small rubbery waist forcing her to sit up straight. Her massive breasts remained uncovered as a part of Jen's dare to remain topless all night.
Now properly dressed for a princess, Naomi felt a sharp pinching at her shoulder blades. Naomi twisted to see what was going on but right now she could see nothing. She was distracted by a weight on her head. A had moved up in a graceful motion to find a small metal crown. Startled, Naomi fluttered her wings and froze as a small gust of wind passed over her naked shoulders. Naomi turned to Jen who was staring at her while her hands continued to move.
"Wow," was all Jen could say.
Naomi had to see this for herself. She hopped off her perch and landed lightly on her toes. Standing up straight, Naomi bowed slightly as she twittered out of the kitchen to the hall mirror where she stopped.
A dark, rubber girl was dressed in a light-pink, silk dress that left her breasts bouncing free. A tiny silver tiara perched on her bald scalp and twinkled while her face gleamed. Over her shoulders were placed two large fairy-wings. Round and pointed at the tips the wings were about two feet long and sparkly translucent. Twisting to the side she could see two smaller wings pointed downward. Seeing the beautiful wings, Naomi felt a rush of happiness. She fluttered the wings again and felt her weight lessen on her toes. If she jumped she might be able to float down but not fly. Her giant breasts bounced a little. She loved it.
Dancing her way back into the kitchen she found her sister lost in a haze, standing where she had been before. "Thank-you sister," Naomi said, "I feel wonderful." She bowed low causing her breasts to crush against her fluffy dress. The silk tickled her nipples and Naomi laughed.
Turning to Jen, Naomi struck a pose and stepped about on her toes. "Look, I can almost fly." Gracefully Naomi leaped about fluttering her wings.
Suddenly there was a sound in the hall. Bells chimed signaling someone at the door.
"It's too early for the pizza," Naomi said.
Jen shuddered at the word. Her hands pushing her over the edge finally but not letting up right now. Jen confused at her orgasm still did not notice what her hands were doing. "Which of us is going to answer the door?"