Jeclared.

Chris glanced down at his burgeoning chest and blushed. 'Good grief and double damn!' he thought as he turned his back to them, dropped the robe in a heap on the floor, and filled the cups with his swollen flesh.

"Let me adjust the straps for you," Tracy volunteered, stepping up to him and fussing with the strange fastenings. With the halter hooked in place and properly adjusted, Chris noticed that his tits had been pushed up and volume added by the padding, giving him a definite though shallow cleavage and forming small hillocks of flesh above the cups.

Tracy silently held a circle of white that she placed over his head. She carefully guided each of his arms through the straps and let the slip fall about his body with a silent silken rustle. It reached only to mid-thigh and the bodice lined up evenly with the top of the bra.

Was that a cold chill he felt? Or something deeper like a shiver of pleasure at the sensations his body was experiencing? His bloated breasts were held firmly and there was the unmistakably sensual texture of the slip hanging from his shoulders and brushing his hips and thighs.

Judy now took the first hangar from the chair and handed its contents to him. Chris sighed with resignation as he stepped into the white uniform and stuck his arms into the short ruffled sleeves. The hem stopped about two inches above his knees. Judy zipped it up the front into a deep V-shaped neckline that just covered the brassiere and slip, leaving a good deal of swollen flesh and the moderate cleavage exposed. He looked up to see Tracy nodding at him approvingly as Judy handed him a pair of white pumps with thin three-inch spiked heels!

"I can't wear those!" he balked.

"Sure you can," she insisted. "You wore two-inch heels not so long ago, didn't you? These are no different."

"Yes they are, they're higher! My ankles will. snap with the first step."

"Don't be so silly. Here." She knelt down and slipped his toes into the shoes.

Chris froze nervously in place as his teetered on those stilts, his toes crammed into the narrow points and his ankle at an unusual angle that put a heavy strain on his calf muscles. He was afraid he'd get a nose bleed from the altitude. And he didn't dare take a step!

His 'helpers' eyed him critically for several minutes as both walked around him at least twice before voicing their approval. Then they proceeded to undress him again.

The second dress was sleeveless with a low' square bodice, zipped up the back, hem at his knees. Chris tried to do all the doing and undoing himself, but he could not manage that back zipper.

Next he had to remove the bra and slip and try a form-fitting knit with very short sleeves that buttoned in front. The deep V-neck hardly covered his nipples, revealing a healthy expanse of soft bulging flesh and the knit was so loose that Chris swore he could see the brown nipples beneath. The tightness of the fabric pushed the orbs inward to create a natural cleavage. The hem brushed his thighs just a few inches below his crotch, barely longer than a mini-skirt. The high-heels went back on and the critique was repeated with the same favorable reaction of the two women.

Again, he stripped and the bra and slip were replaced. Chris was almost glad to have the bra back on for coverage. The fourth dress had a full skirt to his knees, with a lacy bodice that again exposed all that was not covered before it went