This is the first story that I am submitting, so any feedback would be great. I have the first two parts down here with two more parts planned to be added.
Spoiler: moving forward there will be mental changes, the longer the clothes are worn and this does not take place in the first two parts.
Part 1:
Rachael is a 5'5 twenty-three year old woman, who became pregnant four months ago with her husband Brad. This will be their first child together, but since she has started to show, Brad has begun to show less interest in her. On this Thursday night, like all nights, Rachael was at home again doing all the laundry, dishes and cleaning in the house after a long day at the office. Although she has become pregnant, Rachael wants to work for as long as she can, before taking maternity leave and absolutely loves her job. Brad, on the other hand, has grown fond of his boys' nights out, working late and going off on his own for breaks. Although Rachael and Brad look like the perfect couple with their deep brown eyes and well-kept brown hair, Brad stands a lot taller than Rachael at 6'2. His muscular physique and handsome face is really what drew Rachael to him, and with her stunning looks, the attraction was mutual. This recent behavior from Brad though has really begun to cause Rachael to question Brad's commitment to their relationship long-term. Although Rachael can't bring herself to think that Brad would cheat on her, she did recently crack his phone and turn on his location.
Finishing up the last of her sweeping, Rachael grabs her phone muttering "Out with the boys is one thing, but if I find out that you've been spending time with other girls, then there won't be an army on earth to protect you."
Opening the app, Rachael doesn't recognize the location, it looks almost downtown but not near any club she knew about. A quick search later, and some long deep breaths following that....
"That bastard! He went to a stripclub!"
Calming herself down, Rachael went and made herself some tea. Rachael thinks to herself "There's no point in running into a stripclub to scream at Brad, but he was certainly going to hear it when he stepped through the door, drunk or sober."
Brad's location began moving again and Rachael began hyping herself up. She was ready for a fight, but then the dot began to move in the wrong direction.
"Does Brad have a friend driving him to their house?"
Grabbing her keys, Rachael gets ready to go, yeah she was dressed like a slob, but she didn't care. Rachael was at least twenty minutes away from this house, it looked like it was on the other side of the city, but at least it had stopped and she had the address.
Twenty frustratingly slow minutes later, Rachael creeps into the driveway.
"Hmm, everyone's still awake, maybe it's an after party."
Walking up to the door, Rachael begins knocking as loud as she can. After a brief pause, the door opens and a beautiful blonde with blue eyes and massive breasts opens the.
"Who the fuck are you?" she yells at Rachael.
"I'm looking for my husband Brad."
As soon as Rachael finishes this line, Brad squeezes past this goddess of a stripper trying to calm Rachael down.
"Hey babe, I'm sorry I had too much to drink. She doesn't mean anything, I've just been so horny that I needed some action. We can just go home and talk about it."
One would have thought that Rachael would explode at this, but she just stood there flabbergasted. Unlike her, the stripper knew when to leave and quickly shut and locked the door behind Brad. Whatever happened she was not going to be on the wrong side of a pregnant wife.
One slap later and a "walk home asshole!" and Rachael was on her way home without her pig of a husband.
Given that Rachael had the car, and Brad (who managed to get his stuff back from the stripper) was on foot, she had a few hours to do some research and concoct a plan. Once Brad did finally get home, Rachael just pretended to continue to sleep, tomorrow was a new day and Brad would not be the one ending up on top then.
Part 2:
Rachael wakes up bright and early, feeling well rested after she knows her preparations are in order. Brad for his part has cooked (a rarity) an immense breakfast and is preparing to smooth talk his way out of this one.
"How's my beautiful princess doing today? I'm terribly sorry and I know you'll never fully forgive me but please let me try to make it up to you. I'll do anything."
This was just what Rachael wanted to hear and like a true predator readied her strike.
"Anything?, anything at all?"
"Yes I will do anything, I'm so sorry you have to believe me, that was the alcohol talking last night."
"It was nice of you to make me this spread today, but I'm not really feeling like eating just yet." she says with a crooked smile. "How about me and you go and get dressed. Give me five minutes and we're going to have a me day, where you do whatever I say."
"Anything for you babe."
What Brad didn't know was that Rachael had looked up a magic spell shop that was close-by, not that he would've known what that was anyways. Rachael however, saw that they had a sale rack for clothes when she was browsing their website and knew that any clothes put on would change the user into what the previous owners had looked like.
Stepping into the magic spell shop, Brad is stunned by all of these weird looking antiques. Not in any place to criticize his wife, but he would've come to a cool store like this even if she wasn't mad. Brad looked over to his left and realized that Rachael was making a direct line for the back wall that said clearance. Normally, she wasn't one to go for clearance, but if he was buying, at least he'd save some money. Catching up to Rachael wasn't too hard with her short legs and Brad was quickly right next to her. As he looked at the clearance rack, he moved over to the right side, where there were some cool looking sunglasses hanging from the rack.
"Nope, we're going to look at this side." Rachael forcefully commanded. After Brad shuffled over, she continued "we're going to pick out your outfit for the day from the ladies section. Now before you protest and get angry, you said you'd do anything for me today and this is what I want. I'm not completely terrible though, so you get to choose the pants, shoes and hat, while I will pick out your undergarments, shirt and accessories."
Brad sat there in silence, for what must have felt like minutes, but was at best only ten seconds before answering.
"Fine, you win."
Scanning the bottoms, there were skirts, dresses, shorts, pants, it was as if the more he looked the larger the collection got. "But maybe if I play this right," he thought "I can get out of this pretty unscathed." Grabbing a pair of large bedazzled jeans (hoping they would be able to fit his height), running shoes and a pink ball cap, Brad examined his pile but didn't see any better options. He certainly wasn't wearing any of those dresses or summer hats they had, and those high heels were out. Rachael, for her part, quietly grabbed her loot: a black pair of panties, a B cup bra, a bright pink t-shirt, a couple big blue hoop earrings and some make-up. Leading Brad to the dressroom, Rachael quickly ran back to the rack before taking her D cup maternity bra off and hanging it quickly on the rack, before running it over to Brad. Of course, Brad would be too focused on his own clothes to see that when she put on the B cup bra that she first grabbed her breasts had shrunk down in size and her belly was no longer inflated.
In the changeroom, Brad felt weird. The black panties had slid up his legs, but right when he thought he'd have to make a little room for his eight inch member, the panties tucked right into place. "Gosh." Brad thought, looking in the mirror, "I need to start hitting the gym, look at my ass. Holy it looks like I could get stuck in a door."
Next came his pants. Pulling them up, he could've sworn that he had shrunk down half a foot, and his legs looked terrible. Grabbing the shoes next, they looked a few sizes too small, but just like the rest of the clothes, they slipped on easily. What Brad didn't expect was the resistance he had in his legs from trying to lift his legs to tie his shoes.
"Screw it, I'll just tuck the laces in, it's not like it matters anyway."
Next came the bra, which looked oddly like his wife's favorite bra. After some fumbling, he managed to clasp the back in and without any notice his belly surged forward a bit, almost like he was pregnant, followed closely by two sizable breasts on his chest. Brad's scream could be heard throughout the store, good thing there weren't many customers, and Rachael opened the dressing room door.
"What's wrong honey?"
"Do you see me? I’ve got to take these clothes off!"
"Oh no you don't! You said one day, anything I want. Stop, stop, stop, listen to me. The change isn't permanent, it's only temporary. Okay."
Brad looked at his wife with a combination of confusion and betrayal. She obviously planned this, but maybe if he played along, he could win her back and not be stuck like this.
"Now honey, put on the shirt, hat, earrings and I'll do your make-up. At least this way no one will know it's you right?"
Dejectedly, Brad threw the t-shirt over his head the best he could, and fat began to gather around his midsection and arms. Rachael smiled, this was turning out better than she expected. Next came the hat and Brad's face softened and became feminine, while his hair turned dyed blonde and grew out to his shoulders. After Rachael added the earrings and make-up to Brad, he looked in the mirror.
"You look like you could be my sister!" exclaimed Rachael
"Maybe the woman that ate her." Brad protested
"Well enough of that, we're going to have a great day and I already paid for the clothes." Rachael shot back hauling Brad towards the front of the store
Brad had a hundred thoughts running through his mind, but the one he missed was where his original clothes had went. Rachael knew after the night before, that this was a one-way street, and what better way of doing that than putting his clothes back on the shelves for other lucky patrons. He was a pretty handsome man after all. Maybe the next user will know better than to cheat on their pregnant wife.