As soon as the collar snaps closed around your neck you feel strangely subservient. You have always been a push over for your wife but this is different.
“Ok, that sounds ok”, you respond.
She smiles and retrieves the rest of your costume from the box. Throwing it to you she says, “No be a dear and put the rest of it on”
Before you realize what you’re doing you’re getting undressed and putting on the costume. It’s not much of an outfit. It’s basically some black lace with some skimpy pieces of leather like material in strategic locations. The cups of the bra part are huge and look strange hanging empty on your chest. “What should we stuff these with?”, you ask, motioning towards your chest.
She laughs and answers, “You, honey. We’ll be stuffing those with you. These are very special costumes.”
You don't have lnog to be confused by her response, because you quickly feel yourself change. You look down as your body changes to conform to the slave costume. The flesh of your chest bubbles out to filli the cups of your bra, nearly spilling out despite the large appearance of the cups. Other changes are just as dramatic.
It's over in a few seconds.. You glance over to the mirror and see a very busty brunette staring back.
“I don’t know if I want to do you like this or put my costume on”, she says with glee.
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