“Babe! We have to hurry, we’re going to be late!” Your girlfriend, Melissa, shouted from across the apartment. She was in the bathroom busy dolling herself up for the local comic convention you promised months ago to take her to. “Do you need help with your outfit?”

You looked down beside you where your hand-made Batman outfit (made by your girlfriend) sat next to you on the mattress. You sighed, “Do I have to wear it? I thought cosplay was for women to be ogled by creeps.”

“Babe!” Melissa poked her head into the bedroom and gave you a dirty look. Her face was plastered with white makeup with a blonde pigtail wig atop her head. While you were sulking about wearing your cosplay costume your girlfriend had already finished her Harley Quinn getup. “We don’t exist just for you all to ogle at! It’s about self-expression and having a little bit of fun.”

“That’s a weird way to say being a slut.” You muttered under your breath but not quietly enough as Melissa turned her ire towards you.

“Slut!? Hmmph!” She stomped her foot and marched out of the bedroom, leaving you alone with your outfit sitting next to you. She muttered something to herself as she stormed off into a different room.

“What’s her deal anyways? I only promised to go with her not to dress up in some silly costume.” You pushed the outfit away from yourself and sat idly on the side of the bed. You knew Melissa would get over it eventually. She’d be back in here in no time so you could drive her to the convention and she’d drag you around to look at the various stands and displays. In fact-

“I’m so tired of you treating my hobbies like this!” Melissa huffed as she re-entered the bedroom, this time holding some worn out book in her hand. “I thought I’d never have to use this… I should’ve listened to my late grandma!”

“What are you talking about? You know what? It doesn’t matter. How about we leave my outfit at home and I’ll go with you to the convention?” Melissa silently stared daggers at you as she lifted the book up in front of her and opened it up.

“Why can’t you wear the costume? Do you know how much time I spent on it?”

“I already told you! The only people who wear cosplay are sluts who want to flaunt themselves to every guy around them!” 

“Well if that’s what you think, then so be it!” Melissa began chanting in a language you had never heard before. The pages of her book flipped wildly as if a harsh wind blew over it. Her hair lifted into the air and slowly floated about unnaturally, as her eyes glowed a vibrant green. “Actis, Valcarum. Valuum Maetiif!” You were knocked over onto your back as a pulse of energy burst from your girlfriend, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

As you laid down on the mattress, attempting to pull air back into your lungs, your body crackled with streaks of green energy. Within a blink of your eyes you felt your bones and body compress, giving you a smaller overall figure before the built up pressure burst forth from your body. All at once wells of fat and flesh sprung forward from your pecs, ass, and thighs as your hair cascaded down your head, only stopping once it reached your shoulders. Your lips puffed up, forcing them slightly open while resting. “Hah~ ha~ What the~?” You lifted your now dainty and frail hand up to your chest, feeling your new swollen and sensitive chest under your palm as you clutched at your sternum.

“There!” Melissa declared, all traces of the supernatural gone as she slammed the dusty book shut. “Now you can join me in cosplaying.”

“What are you talking about!? Melissa?” You stood up on your wobbly legs, already feeling the various differences in stance and weight distribution across your body as you made your way to the bathroom. Stumbling into the bathroom you leaned against the counter and took a good look at yourself in the mirror. Staring back at you with a look of pure shock and confusion was only what you could describe as a slut. Your face was smaller and round, dressed with thick eyeliner and vibrant red lipstick. From underneath your t-shirt you could not only see but feel the hanging weight of your breasts, each a bit bigger than your head and dangling from your chest. Your waist curved inward, almost unnaturally, before flaring out to meet your wide and soft hips. “Melissa!”

“Yes babe?” You spin your head to the bathroom door to see Melissa leaning smugly against the door frame. “I must say, you look like a proper slut. Just perfect for cosplaying with me.”

“This isn’t funny, Melisa! Change me back!”

“Nuh, uh, uh. If you want to be changed back then you need to uphold your part of the bargain.”

“What? I- Hah. Even if I did want to cosplay with you I don’t think that damn Batman costume would even fit me anymore!”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

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“I hate you, you know that?” You walked behind Melissa, using her as cover from the convention goers leering eyes. Somehow, on top of turning you into a ridiculously curvy woman, Melissa also changed the costume she made you to fit your new body. Instead of it being a simple Batman costume it was now a skin tight, latex costume of Catwoman. It was impossible for you to walk without jaunting your hips to the side or causing your compressed boobs to bounce with each step.

“Don’t be like that! Isn’t this fun and freeing?”

“I wouldn’t call this fun.” You reached up and pulled at the zipper, trying to give your chest some relief from the latex that clung too and compressed your breasts. “And this definitely isn’t freeing. I can hardly breathe in this thing!”

“Oh, let me fix that.” She turned around and pushed her hand into your chest as her fingers pinched the zipper. Not caring about the small scene she had made she pulled down the zipper, freeing your knockers as the tight fabric pushed them up and exposed your cleavage.

“What the fuck Melissa?! People are watching!” You pushed her hand away and went to rezip you costume up but-

“If you rezip it then I’m not turning you back.”

“What?”

“If you fix your costume then I’m not turning you back. I”m not gonna have you complaining the entire time we’re here.”

“But,” Your eyes darted about the nearby crowds as you made brief eye contact with the dozen or so people who now had their eyes fixated on your breasts. Your breasts that now had the cold metal of the zipper lining pressing into them as it smooshed your boob flesh upwards, “People are staring babe.”

“And? Isn’t this what you said all cosplayers do?”

“Yeah, but-”

“And aren’t you in cosplay right now?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Exactly.. Now, if you behave you’ll be back to normal once we get home.”

Now, you wish you could say that the rest of your day at the convention was uneventful but that would be a lie. Your girlfriend marched you around the convention, stopping every now and then to let people take pictures of the both of you or gawking at the merchandise various stands were displaying. And this damn costume she made you wear was too tight and felt miserable but everytime you complained about something she’d just humiliate you and make things worse. Chest area of the suit too tight? She unzipped it and exposed your cleavage to the lecherous perverts. Latex was rubbing uncomfortably along your thighs? She grabbed the suit by your waist and pulled it up, giving you a wedgie that pushed the suit deep into your ass crack. Didn’t want to take pictures with some smelly and unwashed pervert? She’d glare at you and tell the bastard to lower his hand to your lower waist.

“Ugh… some people.” You walked back over to Melissa as she handed the handsy guy his phone back. You could still feel the imprint of his awkward and rough grip that his hand left on your waist. “Are we done yet Melissa? I said I was sorry for my comments hours ago.”

“I guess so. It is getting a bit late.” Melissa hesitated for a moment, staring into your eyes as if she was trying to read something. “So what do you-”

Melissa was cut off as a man’s voice approached the two of you, “Are you gals still doing pictures? I feel like I fit the theme you’re going for.” You and your girlfriend turned around and were faced with a rather tall man who was wearing a very elaborate and well put together Batman costume. And the guy wasn’t just dressed like Batman he was built like him. He towered over you, his muscles were visible despite the thick material he had over him, and his chest and pecs sat on his torso like a steel wall.

“Oh, well… Sure! We can do one last picture.” Melissa piped up, her cheeks a very noticeable red despite the heavy amount of makeup she had covering her face. “You two get ready while I set up the camera.”

Without hesitation the man wrapped his arms underneath yours and pulled you in by the waist. Unlike the other guy however he gently wrapped his fingers around your small waist, more so laying his hands on you rather than gripping your body. “Oh, uh… That works I guess.” You felt flustered, feeling your cheeks warm up as you blushed. But that wasn’t the only place you felt change as both your groin and your chest began to tingle as your body was softly squished against his.

“I’m sorry! I can move my hand if you want.”

“Oh! No, that’s okay!” Your nipples grew hard and pressed into your latex suit as the panties you were wearing grew ever more moist. You had never felt this way before, let alone feeling this way about a man before. 

“There we go!” Melissa handed the guy's phone off to a nearby staff member and sprinted back to you and the man, letting him wrap his other arm around the back of her waist as well. “Cheese!”

The two of them struck poses with each flash of the camera as you stood idly next to them, awkwardly staring forward and at the ground. You were tugged and jostled about as the other two posed for the pictures, feeling the man’s hand shift along your side and inching ever higher but rather than feeling disgusted you instead were excited at his advances. Being pulled into this man's embrace and feeling his toned body just felt right for some reason? “Okay, one last picture!” The staff member exclaimed as she held up the camera. The man shifted his hand further up the side of your torso, cupping your breast in his hand which elicited a shocked moan to escape you.

Your cheeks burned with excitement and embarrassment as the camera flashed once more. Peering over to Melissa you could see her breast was also being groped by this man, his hand covering her much smaller breasts as she leaned into him. “You two ladies were a blast getting pictures with! You got any plans for tonight?”

“We don’t actually. We were just gonna head home after we were done here.” Melissa responded as the staff member returned the phone to the guy. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well,” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, flipping it over and jotting down something on it before handing it to Melissa. “If you’re interested this is my hotel room. Maybe we could continue this photoshoot over there?”

“We’d love that!” She flipped the business card over, “Room 187, right?”

“That’s the one.”

The man winked at the two of you before walking off, disappearing into the crowd with a renewed swagger. You, on the other hand, meekly walked up behind Melissa as you tried to make sense of the emotions you were feeling. Your face was flushed red from the shameful display you just put on but your body was clearly excited as your nipples jutted out into your costume and your soaked panties clung to your crotch and thighs. “Can we go home now Melissa? It’s getting late.”

“And miss out on that cute guy?” She flashed the back end of the business card at you. “I think now. Plus I know you liked him!”

Wha- What are you talking about?” Your voice stuttered. “Plus, I’m your boyfriend so there’s no way we’re going to meet up with this guy!”

“Because,” Melissa grabbed your cheeks, pinching them between her thumbs and index fingers as pulled at them. “I know you thought he was cute. Your cute little squeak earlier gave it away.”

Your already flushed face grew bright red in your girlfriend's hands. You did find him cute, or- at least you thought you found him cute. The way your body felt just being around him was unlike anything, the almost butterfly-like tingling that washed over your body. And you knew your girlfriend found him cute as well. “Well- I- It’s only because of whatever you did to me!”

Melissa chuckled, “Sure thing babe,” before she let go of your cheeks and grabbed your hand by the wrist. See dragged you back through the convention center, walking at an excited and uncomfortably fast pace as you stumbled behind her. You both eventually made it to your car where she drove you to the guys hotel and dragged you up to his room. “187, here it is.” She reached out and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds of silence you could finally make out the soft thudding of footsteps that approached the door. The door swung open with the same man from the convention standing between the door frame, this time shirtless with a towel draped over his shoulder. “You two are here early! If I’m being honest I didn’t think you would show up.”

Your eyes lingered on his hairy and bare, barrel chested pecs that were now on full display for you, contrasting against the tight, black leather pants he wore as Melissa piped up. “Oh, my girlfriend here just begged me to go right away so here we are.”

“What? No I-” The man’s eyes met yours as he flashed a half-smirk, half-smile at you before his eyes lowered to your exposed cleavage. Your heart beat fast as butterflies built up in your chest, his eyes causing wherever they looked to build with a wanting heat.

“Okay then, come on in!” He gestured inside, stepping to the side and allowing you and Melissa to enter past him before he shut the door behind him. The room wasn’t anything special, just your typical hotel which housed a bed, an armchair, and an impractical desk which was all just a few steps away from a small bathroom.

“So what did a strapping man like you want with two women like us anyways?” Your girlfriend passed by you and wrapped her arms around your waist, gently spinning you until you were both facing him.

“I could ask you ladies the same thing.” He sat down at the end of the bed, setting the towel next to him and gently patting his lap. “But I’m just looking for a bit of fun while I’m in town, if you get my drift.”

“I think I get what you’re saying. What about you, babe?” Melissa said in the same sultry voice she’d use with you in the bedroom while she pressed her chest into your back.

“I don’t know if I’m-” In one swift movement you felt your girlfriend's hands slide up your side and underneath your armpits where she grabbed the open top part of your costume and pulled it down, exposing your sizable tits to the man. “Melissa!” Your face and body felt flushed as the man’s lecherous eyes took in your nude top.

“Shhh…” Melissa hushed into your ear as she pushed further into you. “Let go a little. Just for one day?” She began pulling your costume down your body, slowly wriggling the tight suit away from your hourglass body. She struggled to get it past your wide hips and shapely ass, instructing you to step out of the suit when she finally did. “Now why don’t you twerk for our friend here?”

Now nude, barring just the pair of panties you were wearing, you meekly stepped in front of the man and turned away from him. Bending at the knees, and with a nod of approval from Melissa you begin twerking. Your plump rear only being held by the thin fabric of your panties bounced up and down freely, making a soft clapping noise as your ass slapped against your meaty thighs. After what felt like ages Melissa walked in front of you and gently pushed you backwards, causing you to fall back onto the guys lap. 

His arms wrapped around your waist, his meaty package pushed against his tight leather pants and into your plum quim. “Mind giving me a quick lap dance?” His husky voice whispered into your ear, tickling the sensitive inner parts.

“I- I can give it a shot.” Using his arms and torso as support you wiggled your waist over his lap. You arched you back and pressed further into his crotch feeling his throbbing dick through the thick material of his pants. It twitched upwards almost as if it was pushing back into your rear as you continued to grind into him.

“I think that’s enough of that.” Melissa got up from the armchair and made her way over to the bed. At some point while you were giving the guy a lapdance she had gotten out of her costume and had been watching from the die. “Lay on your back babe.” She gently grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed, crawling over you. She knelt above your head, her crotch positioned right above your face as she descended down onto you pushing her vagina down onto your face and pinning your arms b beneath her legs. “Help yourself big boy.”

With your face pressed into Melissa’s wet vagina and your arms pinned you felt two large hands rest on your inner thighs and spread them apart before running your panties down your legs. “Do either of you ladies carry any condoms on you?”

“I don’t.”

“Mmgh~” You complained. Your voice muffled by your girlfriend's pussy which was riding your face.

“Shh babe. Just pull out before you cum.”

“Sounds good to me.” With your upper body pinned beneath Melissa and your lower half held in place by the man you felt something warm and large press into your gushing lower lips. “Fuck~ You’re tight~!” With a much harder push the intruder made its way deep inside of you, spreading your inner walls as far as they’d go as a moan escaped your lips and vibrated into your girlfriends nether region.

“Yes babe~ Keep doing that~!” Your girlfriend grinded into you as she pressed her palms into your tits, pinching her fingers around where they met your chest.

The man pistoned his dick in and out of you, taking your first time as a woman as you squealed, begged, and moaned into your girlfriend. Your legs were forced and spread wide open as this large and muscular man held them open. Your arms spasmed as you grabbed onto the only thing they could, that being the back of your girlfriend's legs which pinned you helplessly onto the bed.

“Fuck~” The guy huffed out between heavy breaths. “I think I’m going to~” Without warning he slammed his penis into you one last time as it swelled and released a flood of semen into your virgin womb. “Fuck~!”

You trembled, trying to close your legs to no avail as your pussy clamped down onto his spurting dick all the while your girlfriend drenched your face in her own girlcum. “MMmmgh~!” 

When you finally came to you were laying naked on your back on moist and sticky sheets. Your chest rose and fell as you took in heavy breathes as Melissa berated the guy for cumming in you, something about possibly becoming pregnant. You let your eyes close as you tried to recoup from your intense threesome, you’d deal with whatever cropped up later as right now you were basking in a euphoric afterglow.