"Slave, put them on!" you hear the man boom. You feel conflicted as you are glad you'll get to put some clothes on and stop being naked - on the other hand you still seem to have no say over what your body does. You bend down to pick up the clothes, feeling your boobs shifting on your chest, even though they are quite small.
As you put the top on you notice it fits your chest quite well while being quite tight around the rest of your body. It also doesn't seem to go higher than your belly button even though it was clearly not designed to be like that. it just seems that the shirt was made for someone several inches shorter than you. The skirt on the other hand... Well, you find it is much too large in the hips. it simply doesn't stay up, you have to hold it with one of your hands. You guess it's around 10 inches too long in circumference. Similarly to the top it seems a little short for you, even though its definitely meant to be knee-length.
You look at your hand holding the dress from falling down and then at the man. Seeing the question in your gaze he smiles.
"That's right slave. They don't fit... Yet! I command you to develop into fitting your new outfit perfectly."
A cold shiver of terror runs through your body as you realize what that might mean. Does that man have control over how your body looks like as well?
You don't have to wait for the answer for long because soon you feel your lower back and pelvis starting to ache dully. You drop the skirt confused by the feeling.
Looking down you see your flat tummy going into shapely hips. The sight changes ever so slightly though, because you realize that the contrast between your waist and hips grows with each passing second. Looking at your knees you wonder if they touched before. They definitely don't now.
Ten more seconds and you feel like sticking out your chest forward and butt backward slightly. Your pelvis is not only expanding but also tilting making your spine bent in an s shape. You look behind to notice that your posterior also grown, now forming a shelf from the small of your back. As the ache slowly lessens you realize that your hips must be over a foot and a half wide, flaring out down from your waist, ridiculously small in comparison. Seeing your waist also makes you notice that the shirt you were wearing no longer is too short to cover your bally button. Looking back at the man who commanded you confirms your suspicion that you have shrunk. You think you firmly reached the 5-footers club.
"Very nice." the man says. "I do like my women shaped to awkward proportions. Slave, remember to never become comfortable with your body!"
Oh shit. I thought. This is a nightmare... At least he didn't change my boobs...
As if reading my mind he said.
"Slave girl, I didn't have a shirt with a bigger bust, but I want your boobs to slowly get heftier and heftier. And now you follow me. You can let me know if your top becomes too tight eventually and MAYBE I will let you go topless..."