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Another busy day of sitting in your desk doing nothing waiting for your next class. It being your senior year, you decide you need to make sure you have no regrets. Instead of just staring at the girl you've been crushing on, you'll actually ask her out.

After class your nervously approach her.

"Hey, uhhhhh, would you uhhh, want to go out sometime? I'm free tommorow?"

"Well I'm free today. My place?"

You're stunned, you can't believe the words you just heard out of her mouth. Your only option is to accept her offer.

You get up to her doorstep and she swings the door open to invite you in. A nice, quiet house. A little far out from where you live. But nothing crazy.

"S..s.so uhmm, do you want to like... watch a movie or something?" you stammer.

"I think we both know what you're here for." she murmurs into your ear seductively as moves in close to you and slides off your shirt, then your pants, then everything else. Once again, completely astonished by how forward she was. Was this girl more than what she seemed at school?

You snap out of your paralysis and try to do the same to her. But suddenly, she exlcaims "Stasium!" You hand still mid air, frozen in time.

"Did you really think I was that easy?" she questions sneering at your desperation. "You thought I didn't notices your glares creep? I'm not the only one you know. Damn near every other girl in the school noticed too."

Your mind races. Unable to do anything but let out heaving breaths.

"You know... maybe this won't be bad thing for you" she states as she contemplates which clothes to select from her closet. She selects a long sleeved crop top hoodie, some soft light blue thigh-highs, and what looks like a thin black strap of sorts.

She moves over to you and sets the clothes aside for the moment. She places her palm on your forehead and chants "Demonia ipsium thinka!" Your skin shifts in color to a faint shade of blue thats tingly and soft to the touch. Your black hair trickles down your neck and forehead as the rest of body slims down. Shoulders cracking, hips widening despite your lack of behind, and waist sucking in to be the perfect side to have arms wrapped around it. The last change is first noticed as a pleasurable pressure....in your forehead? The girl strokes the growing horns on your head causing you to shake and quiver as your flacid member gushes out most of your seed.

You want to move so badly. You need to get out of here! What the hell is this girl doing to you? You don't deserve this! Do you?

She goes back over to grab the crop top. "This is one of my favorites, safe to say, it won't go to waste on you..." She slips it over your head and fits your arms in. The fabric fits snug over your bare chest.

"This is my favorite for a reason, you know"

Your chest feels.... different... under this fabric. It's as if something is rubbing it. The rubbing becomes rougher as your nipples perk up causing a jolt of pleasure through your frozen being. The shirt becomes tighter and tighter... no.... your bosom is becoming larger and larger. The fabric continues to rub and caress your chest, and as your B cups turn to Cs, then to Ds, the sensation becomes groping to become DDs, then... nothing. "Aaahhhh" your newly feminine voice lets out as the sensation returns twisting and pinching your nipples causing them to become thicker and wider. The pleasure of each prod and rub feel less like pulses and more like waves... as if you were climaxing with every movement.

The girl turns around. Your chest is left to weigh down by itself. All sensation has stopped.

She grabs the black strap. "I don't want to miss out on the action before I let you. So I'll do this for you now! How about it?"

You didn't have any say in the situation as she slid the undergarments up to your crotch while looking away from you. When they make it up to the top, you notice that it feels like.... nothing. You know you have a vagina now. You know what she's doing to you... but it doesn't feel like anything now.

"Not sure if you've figured it out yet. I doubt it considered how much of a cumbrain your are, but I'll let you know during the last piece I have for you."

She takes each thigh-high and moves each one up your legs. It wasn't all that difficult considering how small your legs were.

"Now now now... for our finalle!" She exclaims as she turns around to face you. The groping and pinching returned in your well developed chest, under the small black piece of fabric covering your womanhood it felt like someone was playing with your clit. The most powerful sensation of all however, was the dizzying bliss of your thighs slowly filling out the thigh highs. Pump by pump. Pulse by pulse. Your ass as well began thicken up. The girl closed her eyes. Nothingness. Opened, another burst of pleasure strenching the thigh highs and raising you up from your seated position just a little. In fact, your entire body was becoming a little more squishy. A little bit of fat around your stomach and sides formed with each opening and closing of the girl's eyes. With your ass reaching an unbelievable mass and your thigh highs almost about to burst, the girl chants "Lorieum Activium!"

You fall to the floor with no sensation. The girl, turned away from you, begins to explain. "If you haven't figured it out already, my Demonia ritual combined with these cursed clothes have left you in quite a predicament."

You want to do something and move. You can move now... but deep down you know it won't do you any good.

"Whilst anyone observes you with their own eyes and thinks sexual thoughts, these clothes will give you the most powerful stimulation of your life. However, there is an easy way to avoid the effects of this curse."

You feel slightly relieved. You'd do anything to make the groping and teasing go away. You couldn't function in public without fainting with even 5 minutes of stimulation from the clothes.

"All you have to do is reveal your breasts or lady parts to whoever is looking at you!"

Your stomach sinks.... that's not easy at all.

"Of course it can't be that simple. Then you could just be naked all the time! So, I made it so that you cannot remove these clothes or cover them. No matter what! And, to top it all off, any time you do reveal your valuables to anyone to relieve yourself, the intensity of the clothes' stimulation will increase very significantly!"

She turns around to face you again. You attempt to look away, but it is to no avail as your nipples are teased and a phantom member enters your new genitals. You don't even make it a minute before lifting your shirt for relief. Only to realize what you've just done afterwards.

"Don't try holding it up for too long either, because it will go down by itself after full 60 seconds and increase the intensity of the clothes by double."

She turns around and you swiftly lower your shirt that hugs tighly around your large breasts. You can even see the nipples poking out clearly. The girl leads you out of the house and takes you back to your home city. As she drops you off in the downtown area, she shouts out to you.

"Good luck! Usually people last about a month before they become a spasming squirting mess at the slightest glance. But I gave you some super special clothing. I'd give you a week before convulse from bliss and faint from someone's glance. Ciao!"