Object Transformation: Homemade Dress (Com)

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Bentley was in the middle of the women's clothing department looking at dresses. Not for himself of course, but for his friend Ruth. She was very important to him, and he wanted to get her a gift to show her, and he knew how much she loved dresses.

The only real problem was he didn’t know anything about dresses, and he didn’t want to pick something sexy and make her uncomfortable. So he made the decision to go to a female employee and tell her what he was looking for and why he was looking for it.

The employee was more than happy to help him. She took his hand and brought him back to the rack with the dresses. She pulled out a long red dress and asked Bentley what he thought of it. Bentley said he’d never seen her wear anything like it.

The woman put it away and then said something about her not liking them. She then pulled out a short yellow dress. Bentley said no right away as Ruth was blonde and hated wearing yellow because of how it made her look.

The woman smiled, put the dress back, and then said she knew exactly what would work. She walked to the next rack and pulled out a medium-length black dress with short sleeves. It was simple, cute, and covered up everything.

Bentley put his hand on his chin, then told the woman he could actually see her wearing it. He then asked if it was soft, as Ruth hated hard and scratchy material. The woman confirmed it was soft and then handed it to Bentley to feel.

It was soft, unbelievably soft. Bentley thanked the woman and said it was perfect. She was happy he was happy and brought him to a register to pay for it. The woman even went up and above and gave him a gift bag and a card to fill out.

Bentley wrote Ruth’s full name on it and then attached it to the bag. The woman scanned the dress, folded it up, and wrapped it in tissue paper. She then pulled out another card and just asked Bentley to read it out loud for security purposes.

Bentley was a bit confused, since when were real-life captcha challenges a thing? He didn’t think much of it and looked at the card. On it was a sentence in a language he didn’t even recognize. Bentley looked at the woman and said he couldn't read it.

She asked him to try, but he refused. The woman then puffed her cheeks and said something about it being easier when she didn’t have to do anything. Bentley was confused and started to take a step back.

Unfonrltyy the woman reached her hand out, and Bentley’s body just vanished. He felt himself floating in mid-air as he sat there staring at the woman unable to move or talk. She pulled him in towards her and once he was at her she grabbed him.

She then took him shoved him into the bag and pressed him against the dress. Bentley felt as though he was pulled into something, but after that, everything was dark and quiet, and his body felt super flat and wrapped around itself.

A few minutes passed while Bentley sat in the bag, and then suddenly he felt as though he was dropped and landed on something hard. He heard the woman giggle and whisper she hoped Bentley enjoyed his new life.

Then it was back to silence until he heard someone enter the room. It was a woman, and she was talking on the phone. Bentley couldn't see anything, so he wasn't sure, but the woman sounded familiar, it sounded like Ruth.

A few minutes pass as Bentley listens to her talk, all while he tries to call out for help. Ruth finally hangs up the phone and notices the gift bag sitting on her desk. She walks over to it and opens it up. As she pulled the dress out, so too came Bentley.

That meant he was no longer sitting in the dark bag. He could not see the room he was in, which was Ruth’s bedroom, and more importantly, he could see Ruth, who was currently lounging around in a bra and thong.

Bentley stopped calling out for help due to the embarrassment of seeing her like this. He had always pictured it, but he’d never seen her this exposed before. Ruth looked over the dress a few times and started to question where it came from.

She looked at the bag again, and the tag was gone, so she had no idea who got her the dress. She pressed the dress against her body to judge the size. Bentley felt her breasts poke into his back and through his body.

He only dreamed of touching one of her breasts, but here she was pressing them into him. It was amazing, almost made suddenly being a dress okay. Still, though he didn’t want to stay like this, and he wanted to get out before this goes much further.

So he got his composer back and started to try and talk to her again, but he quickly learned only he could hear what he was saying, almost as if they were only thoughts, not actual words. He was trying to think of a new plan when Ruth did something expected but Bentley wasn’t ready for it.

She put him on. She took the dress and stuck her arms through it, then pulled it down over her breasts. Bentley felt amazing, every inch of his body was being squeezed, and with it came immense pleasure.

But that was nothing compared to the feeling that came from her chest. Her massive breasts were way too big for the dress and were nearly bursting Bentley at the seams. Ruth grabbed her chest and started to mess with her breasts.

Bentley was in heaven, he’d never felt so good and didn’t want it to end, but then the pleasure was suddenly stopped when Ruth’s breasts actually caused him to rip in two. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it wasn’t a great feeling.

Ruth sighed and said she really didn’t like the dress. She then took it off. Bentley was a bit disappointed, yeah he got the wrong size, but she didn’t like what he picked out for her, but that was a problem for another time, right now he had bigger problems.

She didn’t like the dress and had just ripped it. Most people would throw it away at that point and since Bentley was the dress he was worried that he was about to be discarded. Ruth dropped him on the bed and went to her closet.

She then pulled out a sewing machine of all things. She set it up on her desk and then walked over to grab Bentley. She said that she was going to make a few adjustments and then they’d be a perfect match.

Bentley was a bit surprised, he had no idea she could sew, but his surprise vanished as he realized she was about to sew him. He tried to beg her to stop, but again that was a useless endeavor. So Bentley was helpless as Ruth began to work.

She used scissors to cut more holes and even cut large sections of Bentley off. She then pulled out some black thread loaded it into the sewing machine and put a part of Bentley on it. She sewed around the holes she made, then the holes made by her breasts.

She spent an hour doing touchups and making sure it was right, the whole time Bentley was left to suffer being cut apart, and pieces of him tossed around, which was strange as he could still feel them, even when they were cut off and tossed onto the bed.

He also had to feel a needle poke through him over and over, all while pulling a sting through him, it almost felt like the time he got stitches when he cut his arm open. Ruth finally turned off the sewing machine and stood up while holding Bentley.

She smiled as she looked at him and said he was looking much better. She then slipped him back on, and this time he was a perfect fit. Bentley was happy to get rid of the slight discomfort feeling and go back to the pleasurable one.

Ruth then sat on her bed and looked into her mirror, which also allowed Bentley to get a look at himself. She had turned Bentley from a simple summer dress to a sexy black dress, which was what he tried to avoid getting her in the beginning.

Bentley had to admit she did a good job and looked good wearing him. She had turned the hole in the chest into a nice boob window, and the holes she made on purpose she used to show off her stomach.

She also cut the sides along her hips, which allowed her to show off the entire sides of her legs without exposing herself in the back and front. Ruth grabbed her breasts again. She then began to praise her work.

She then said something about this being her favorite new dress, and that she was going to wear it all the time, and there was no better time to start than on her date tonight. Bentley gulped, there was some comfort in knowing he wouldn't be tossed away or locked in a closet.

His problem though, he was still stuck as a dress, and it didn’t seem like there was anything he could do about it. He had no idea what he did to that woman to make her do this to him, and he’d never find out, as he’d never see her again. Bentley's life would now be spent as a dress for a busty blonde, and in time he might accept that and learn to enjoy it.