chapter 8

Renee dutifully put on the pair of black matching panties and a bra. No one had to tell him too, Renee just understood the reality of his situation,.
If Amira left them on the bed, then he would be expected to put them on. He suspected that just like when she left him a tray of lasagna, if he didn't finish it, or in this case put them on, there would be severe punishments to follow.

To his surprise and even arousal, the panties and bra fit pretty well if not just a bit tight. He particularly liked the way the control top panties squeezed tightly around his hard cock, squisishing it between his belly below and the tight stretchy fabric above. And the bra left for him was both equally sufficient and efficient, if not a little snug. It all felt "just so right", remarked Renee to himself in response to the bra taking off pressure from his lower spine. And besides, with his now reconstructed feminine breasts pushed up and together, Renee found his new zaftig figure very alluring.

Staring at himself in his cell's beautifully adorned mirror, Renee tried to examine all of the alterations done to him while he was under. Now it was appearant to Renee why Amira had been forcing him to gain so much weight so quickly. She had a surgeon - actually a team of the world's best plastic surgeons - harvest his enormous amounts of jiggly and squishy belly fat, and redistributed them to his hips, thighs, belly, upper arms, and of course his breasts. There were other alterations as well like the narrowing of his jawline, giving Renee a cute and very feminine double chin, and implants covering his hip bones to further widen his newly fleshed midsection.

Standing in front of the mirror, posing with his hands running through his long hair, Renee realized that the only thing distinguishing him as a man at present was his raging hard cock. With no facial or body hair, and a high pitched and melodic voice, Renee realized that his plan to go to the local police was foiled.

He knew these small town cops. Not even one would believe him. He'd be forced to pull out his penis, but what would that prove? They'd probably lock his fat ass up in prison as some chubby flashing transvestite. "Fuck", he said to himself as, Amira entered the room from his now widened and plumped up behind.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yes. I promise you I will later, but now it's time to go out and eat my love."

"Go out?, I'm free. It's over? Oh God thank you!", said Reneee with tears in her eyes.

"No! You're punishment isn't over, not even close my dear, but yes, we will be going out. So get some clothes on!", commanded Amira throwing her now fat girl fiancee a pair of yoga pants.

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Once Amira finished helping her new fat girl fiancee get dressed in her silken panties, cut out bra, tight lycra shirt, and yoga pants, she excused herself to go get changed herself. When she returned Renee was pleasantly surprised to see Amira return on a sexy tight dress that accentuated all of her thick hourglass frame.

"Come on", she said grabbing Renee's chubby and manicured hand, "Let's have fun! I think you're gonna really enjoy this.