Feeling like a doll, Ford stood still as Clive dressed him. An adhesive allowed him to feel the first pull of gravity on his hips and his chest. His newly acquired curves were stuffed into a constricting pink mini-dress that pushed his breasts higher than he thought possible. ”Now put this on, sit down, and listen,” Clive said, handing Ford the synthetic wig from earlier and sitting him at the vanity. An hour later, beauty stared back at Ford Mesteno. Her style was loud, fierce, and supremely feminine. “Tell me who you are,” Clive whispered in her ear. “I’m Porsha Bentley.” she replied with a shiver…

Living in Barcelona was anything but dull - as they enjoyed expensive date nights and frequent adventures in the countryside. Her daddy always made a point to please her later, though. She did have to maintain the house, but it was a small price to pay for her new body. She sent him numerous sexy photos throughout the day, showing off her new assets…

Paola was eager after receiving her new endowments. She came upon the group of men, finding ill intent in their eyes and the weapons poking from their waistbands. She could see they were nervous, uncertain of the stories they heard. They weren’t a true threat, though, and she didn’t even have to speak to calm them. Hopping down from her tiger, Paola strutted closer to one of the men and put a hand on his crotch. He was already hard and she knew the others wanted her too…