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"Re-Shape Outfitters: Meet the new you!"

Blaine was blushing as he took the zebra-print tights from the shopping bag. It was an impulse buy, spurred on by Corrine's urging for them to wear something silly and matching for their first actual date. They had their first meet-up a couple months ago, and Blaine found himself smitten with her. The way her glasses framed and accentuated her pretty green eyes, her smile... He was always such a hopeless romantic, hopeless enough to buy a pair of spandex leggings from a weirdo specialty store he'd never even consider going to otherwise.

He thought it was kind of weird how Re-Shape Outfitters only carried costumes and clothing in animal patterns. They had tights, socks, underwear, and those full-body suits in patterns like leopard spots, snake-skin, tiger stripes... And why did Corrine specify the zebra print? Surely she didn't think his pasty, chunky ass would look good in them.

Oh well, at least she promised she was going to wear a pair of them too, so at least they wouldn't be staring at just him. "Blaine, the shit you agree to do..." He remarked to himself, breaking into an awkward self-critical smile. "You impulsive ass."

Blaine stripped out of his t-shirt and jeans, then shucked off his socks and briefs until he was standing naked. Corrine said the tights would feel better with nothing on underneath them so that's what he was doing, no matter how self-conscious he felt. Then, he gripped the tights and carefully slipped one foot at a time into the tights. He slowly pulled them up his legs, blushing bright red at the smooth, silky feeling of the slick spandex stretching up over his skin. When his toes filled the little black tips of the tight's feet, he stood up, snugged and tucked them so they'd fit just right... then adjusted his manhood so it wouldn't get squeezed to death in the tight spandex.

He slowly paced over to the dressing mirror, bracing himself for the sight. His tall, pudgy form was pleasingly slimmed in the shiny striped spandex, and he couldn't help but imagine how it'd look even more slimming if it was one of those full bodysuits instead. Blaine turned around, smirking at how much the leggings accentuated his butt; he didn't look too bad in them. His curly black hair was brushed as neatly as he could be managed for this special occasion. He had a paunch, but it wasn't enough to make him 'fat'; more lovably chubby. His brown eyes had a softness to them, they were kind eyes or so people told him. His legs were long, part of his six foot height that made him feel like an awkward giant through high school.

He couldn't help but smirk as he looked at the bulge in front. He wasn't one to brag, but the skin-tight spandex really didn't leave anything to the imagination. He positioned it with his hand so it was resting straight up against his belly so it wouldn't bother him in town. Brad shuffled over to his closet and picked out a black hoodie and low-top converse sneakers; The hoodie was nice and warm, and the fact it was baggy enough to hide his bulge while still slimming was a nice bonus. He heard a knock on his apartment door and answered it to find Corrine there, giggling at him.

Corrine stood there in a charcoal-gray zip-up sweater with her own pair of zebra tights accentuating every curve in her shapely, strong legs. Her blonde hair was tied back in a casual ponytail, with her fingernails painted black to presumably match the zebra tights. Blaine stood there and they shared a good laugh at how each other looked, and as silly as it was; he was happy to see her. He'd been looking forward to this ever since the first meet-up and now it was here, and if it was going to start with them laughing then at least it wasn't likely to get worse.

"Hello, Blaine! I see you have your racing stripes on~" She chortled.

"Yeah... Corrine, you like 'em?" Blaine blushed as he lifted his hoodie up, showing them off to his date.

"Yeah, you almost look as good as I do in them. Second place isn't too bad." Corrine teased as she struck a pose she saw in a fashion ad, trying not to gaze too much at Blaine's very visible bulge.

"Didn't know you were so competitive. Sure, you look great, but this is my first time doing thisl. By the way, what are doing tonight? I hope you're not taking me out to dinner dressed like this."

Corrine laughed at him, putting her hand on his chest reassuringly "We're going for a run, then we can go back to my place and order something to eat."

"Your place? Sure... I'm-I'm down for that" Blaine face reddened, trying to keep his cool. He'd never had a girl just... invite him to her place so casually. And what was this about running?

Corrine giggled, picking up on Blaine's hesitance, "It's gonna be okay. We're just going to the park, run a few laps... then we can spend all night on the couch." She said, running her hands up and down Blaine's hips playfully.

Blaine was still blushing, wondering if Corrine knew how much her teasing worked, "I hope I can keep up with you, I'm kind of out of shape. Don't want to slow you down and all!" he said with a laugh.

Corrine smiled, taking him along. She could tell he had a thing for stripes, maybe Blaine mentioned it before, because his arousal was palpable.

"Not gonna happen dude, I'm not wearing that. I don't need the kind of grief the rest of the guys give you for wearing that kind of shit."

"Did I make this awkward? Come on, you look awesome in stripes."

Thanks, it's fine... really." Blaine muttered, sheepishly keeping his hands in his hoodie pockets so he could hold his now-fully erect member back so it wasn't quite so obvious.

Corrine just smiled and shrugged; "Well, in case you change your mind, we can always cut the run short. Just let me know if things get too weird for you. I want to make this fun for both of us, you especially." She said, leading him to the park.

They walked out to the track, Blaine was thankful nobody was out on the town to see him, but some part of him wanted to show off. He blamed Corrine for that, She was confident and he had the social skills of an oyster. It didn't bother him much at that moment, despite the sheer tackiness of the garment, the zebra tights really did feel great on him, just tight enough to be snug and the fabric breathed well. Corrine was busy doing her warm-ups and stretches, so Blaine strode forward, and with a deep breath he took off down the well-kept dirt path winding through the city park.

The feeling of the night air running through his hair, over his legs filled Blaine with a tingly, giddy excitement. He was off to a slow start, but he soon felt his feet gliding over the dusty path. He was feeling a full-body rush of energy, especially in his legs which felt stronger than they ever did before. The zebra tights warmed his muscles and skin and the cool night air wicked away the sweat, leaving him feeling pleasantly cool on the outside, warm on the inside.

He didn't even care he left Corrine behind, he was just proud of himself for such a bold move. After a while, a warm tickling feeling crept up from his legs and pulsed through the rest of his soft body. At first Blaine thought his sedentary lifestyle was catching up to him, but after a while he was in the zone.Once he got used to the odd tickling, tingling sensation spreading over him, he started to like it. It was exciting if nothing else.

Blaine was soon surprised to find he couldn't feel his cock press against the front of his tights anymore. His pace slowed just a bit as he reached down to feel of himself. He felt down his crotch with his hand, sliding his fingers along the smooth spandex. It wasn't just flaccid as he initially thought, but it seemed to be shrinking, the sensitive member engulfed in the sleek, slick striped fabric.

He slowed to a jogging stop behind a set of wooden benches at the far end of the park's walking path. He looked down at himself and gazed in perplexed shock at how his cock seemed to flatten itself inward; forming into a puffy bulge in the fabric. Blaine felt swelteringly warm all over, panting and short of breath from his little spectacle. He took off his sweat-drenched hoody and tossed it onto the grass beside him, momentarily forgetting his modesty.

It wasn't just that he was confused at what has happening, it was that he was horny. Blaine pawed at the bulge in the spandex, shuddering and moaning as he felt of the slick material pasted to his skin with sweat. He pulled and tugged on his meat, his breath rushing in and out as he panted. The shiny striped fabric slid over his fingertips, feeling almost like a new set of skin. He felt like he was about to lose it, like he was stuck in the middle of a weird wet dream, and yet he couldn't feel his cock anymore, rather an indistinct bulge adorned only with what felt like a pair of....

A rush of clarity forced Blaine to stop himself. Corrine might be a bit more adventurous than him, but he'd never forgive himself if he blew the date because she caught up to him and saw that he was masturbating in the middle of the park. Blaine shuffled off the path and sat down in the grass to cool off for a spell. He could just wait until Corrine caught up and they could just walk the rest of the way.

And then he found himself unable to wait for her; that cold tingly feeling Blaine thought was the night air cooling his sweaty body wasn't going away. 'This is too weird,' he thought, 'I hope I'm not getting sick or anything.' He found himself stroking himself gently through the tights again, until an intense flash of pleasure and need shot through him, making him writhe pitifully on the ground bucking his hips up at the air. He looked down at his crotch and saw something that was even more unexpected than what happened before. The spandex around his crotch pulled in tighter and tighter around the wet, puffy mound where his shaft had been. It quickly became quite literally skin-tight, the zebra print material taking the shape of a pair of feminine lower lips.

Blaine would have panicked but he felt an odd dream-like haze cloud his mind. He sat up and rubbed and pulled at the lycra material but it remained firmly in place. In his struggle, Blaine's fingers accidentally dipped into the leaking slit, and he felt such a strong surge of raw pleasure that he felt dizzy for a second. As he continued to pry and paw at the tights, the material took on a wet shimmer and crept up his waist and down his legs. The spandex tickled his skin as it spread, plunging Blaine even further into sensory overload. In addition, he became aware of a pulsing heat radiating through his insides. He pulled himself to his feet and stood facing the tree line and used two fingers to probe his new snatch. Blaine had lost himself in the sensation when he heard somebody come up behind him.

"Blaine, what are you doing?!"

He spun around, red faced and huffing; trying and failing to cover his crotch with his shaking hands. Blaine was at least relieved happy it was Corrine that rolled up on him and even more relieved to see she wasn't laughing at him.

"Oh... Corrine," He said through rasping breaths " T-this is so surreal, look at me!"

Corrine gazed down at his crotch, mouth opening in surprise but not shock as Blaine expected; her eyes scanning down his dripping cunny and legs. His new womanhood now sported a glossy black coloration that blended naturally into the artificial zebra pattern of the tights.

"What... happened to you? You got a..."

"I know, and it's so weird!" Blaine interrupted her. "I just started getting hard while I was running and next thing I knew the tights started changing me!"

Corrine stood there, absent-mindedly fingering at herself through her own pair of tights, the sight of Blaine standing there all bashful with his new slit woke up a growing desire that had been in the back of her mind ever since the night started, but only now was she aware of it.

"This is all really strange, so what are you going to do now? You can't just waltz back into town looking like that... being like that."

"I don't care, Corrine, I feel so pent up... I need you in the worst way."

Blaines slumped down onto the grass and started to fondle himself again, probing in and out of his slit clumsily. Corrine couldn't help but watch, she couldn't believe her date had ended up like this, with him on the grass masturbating in front of her, nor could she believe how enticed she was by it. She couldn't resist; Corrine stepped forward and knelt down next to Blaine. With careful hands, she reached out and stuck two fingers into Blaine's new womanhood and worked it gently, the smooth spandex slipping beneath her touch.

"Yes!" Blaine moaned. "Oh yes Corrine, help me ... it feels so good!"

Corrine found herself obliging him with a smile. She brought her other hand down to stroke up and down the inside of his smooth, lycra-coated thighs.After a while, Corrine got so lost in their little moment of intimacy that she scarcely noticed the minty, icy numbness tingling through her own body. They rolled over, letting Blaine take position on top and he moaned louder, bucking his hips as Corring massaged his marshmallow soft butt with her free hand as she fingered him.

All the while, neither of them noticed the steady spread of the Zebra print fabric up Blaine's body. The zebra-print material began to shimmer and stretch, flowing like molten chocolate up his lower abdomen. On Corrine's end, the black and white stripes wrapped tighter around her skin, extending up her body using a thin web of material. The spandex pulled taught around her crotch, slowly opening up into a moist and needy snatch much like the one Blaine was sporting.

Blaine's mind buzzed as the feeling of his and Corrine's hands exploring over each other reached a pulsing crescendo. Out of some lingering dread, he tried to hold it all in, but to no avail. With a strained yell, Blaine climaxed loudly and messily. His eyes clenched shut and cried out in a much more feminine sounding voice than he was used to. The spandex fabric had spread farther and faster, almost reaching up to his chest.

Corrine giggled and licked her lips, feeling herself swept up in the sheer excitement of their changes. She watched Blaine's face twitch and force itself into a smile from the orgasm, drinking in the sight of his -body slick with sweat- being covered in a spreading wave of black and white stripes.

And then the two lovers noticed something, the shimmering spandex that was working its way up Blaine's belly was flattening it out, the chub being melted away and replaced with a flat, tucked-in stomach with subtly defined abs. The stripes flowed and ebbed like liquid; black and white remaining distinct stripes instead of mixing into gray. Blaine ran a hand across his abdomen and up his chest; the same slinky material coating his hand as he did so.

Blaine breathed out through his nose, coming down off the initial high. He felt the tingling wave of shimmering spandex tightening around his waist and across one hand, reaching to his other wrist and spreading it to his other arm. When he looked back up at Corrine, his eyes caught another change. For some reason, the top of her forehead and her hair were taking on alternating streaks of black and white color. Blaine looked down and saw why, the shiny, smooth zebra print spandex was spreading up their bodies, and had been spreading for a while now. He shot upright with a feminine yelp, grabbing at the uneven tendrils of semi-solid fabric only for his short fingernails to keep slipping. This was bad, it felt really good but it was bad.

"Corrine, look at yourself!"

Corrine was still feeling the burning excitement inside her, wanting to jump onto Blaine and do things she would have happily saved til the third date. She watched Blaine sit up, pointing at her waist. She turned her gaze down and saw the wave of white and black spandex trailing up her waist; meanwhile the tights seem to tighten down around her muscles, giving them a more 'athletic', sculpted look. Corrine gasped as she saw her hips and thighs visibly fill out into a more voluptuous shape. She was hardly curvy before but now she was looking at a burgeoning hourglass figure. The underlying feeling of wrongness in her mind gave way to the pleasure that came with the changes.

Blaine wanted to reach over and grab her, really feel those new curves of hers up, when it occurred to him that this wasn't right. He felt tight all over, an itchy crawling heat filling him. The striped goop on his waist and wrists was oozing and spreading over his soft flesh. The thin web of spandex spread from his arms and down to his waist where it joined with his tights. The monochromatic fabric threaded into his skin, making his soft nipples tingle as they turned from a pallid color to a deep, glossy black. Blaine gasped as he watched his soft hands ball up into fists as the slimy lycra swallowed them into black mitts, merging all his fingers together. He pawed clumsily at himself trying to get it off, to no avail.

"Shit! Shit! Corrine, something's gone wrong... what's happening?"

Corrine was too lost in sensation to really acknowledge what Blaine was going through. She moaned and grabbed at herself through her shirt, the shiny striped tights having swept far up her midsection, swelling into her chest.

The slick feeling of her hands palming and massaging her growing, spandex coated bust was all she could really muster effort about. She tugged at her shirt, hand shaking from the excitement and overwhelming pleasure. Finally she got it off and threw it aside, bearing a pair of perky, firm striped breasts with glossy black nipples. "Ah... Aaaaaaah!" Corrine cried out, palming her hefty bosom, bouncing them in in her fingers. The contact spread the shiny, slick material to her fingertips, turning black as it flowed over and covered her hands, resuming its two-tone pattern upon reaching her wrists.

Blaine looked up at her dull-eyed, he knew he had to act... but it was getting hard to focus on anything, his brain felt fizzy, bubbly, distinct and orderly thoughts effervescently turning into sugary, light nonsense. He pawed at his chest with his spandex mitts, clumsily feeling at his own chest as they pushed outwards into a pair of petite but growing A cups. Even in his disorganized mind, he knew they would not remain so small for very long. The fabric on his hands tightened, growing thin and flimsy until he could see his fingers inside the mittens... but they had changed. His fingers were slender, yet strong, with blunted, thick black fingernails that looked to be made of a much harder material than the soft spandex around it.

Blaine palmed over his growing chest. They were getting bigger, heftier, while still remaining perky and well-balanced. She...he watched as they filled up with a sound like water rushing into a balloon. That fizzy feeling in her...his head came back, little pink bubbles floating up to the top of her consciousness, her inhibitions and fear and resistance melting away. Inside her mind... he... she felt something give way, she could remember her old self... but it wasn't her. It was distant and impersonal, more of a mask than who she was back then. She felt relaxed, then excited again as her pretty titties grew from B to C cup, not slowing down as her pretty bubble butt filled out with the rest of her curves. A prickly tinge above her butt, and she let out a startled whinny as a glossy, flowing black tuft of smooth and delicate hair pushed out of her lower back, followed by a striped tail. It pulled out to about two feet in length, swishing side to side playfully as it finished sprouting.

"Corrine... I feel so-" Blaine was interrupted by her girlfriend pulling her into a tight embraced, the striped fabric flowing up their necks. It felt amazing, warm and smooth and tight all over in the cool night air. Blaine moved for a kiss but hesitated. She felt uncomfortable with her name, her bubbly mind just couldn't accept it as her name. It didn't feel right. "Corrine?" She said, looking into her lover's eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Can you call me Bri from now on?"

"Okay!" Corrine said, giggling. What a silly request!Though she probably wasn't one to talk... she felt silly too, her glasses drooped down as they moved in for a kiss...

"Wait." Bri said, pulling back. She winced as she lifted her foot up grabbing at her shoes. "These are like, wayyy too tight!"

Corrine stepped back, cocking her head to one side. "But they fit a while ago, right?" She said, watching as her girlfriend hopped and fumbled in place trying to wrench her cramped shoes off. The one she was gripping finally came off with a harsh popping/ripping sound as it quite literally came apart in rags of faux-leather in her hand. Bri lost her grip, windmilling her slender arms and falling backwards on her plushy, peach-shaped ass. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously as she looked down at her foot.

The sock was gone, not torn or fallen off but entirely absent, as if the spandex had absorbed it. That wasn't even the strangest thing, where Bri's toes should have been was a solid, shiny black hoof. The constricted pain in her other foot was too much for her to dwell on it, so Bri yanked the other shoe off, just in time to see the black tip of spandex coating her toes to start to harden. Bri wiggled her toes, watching the movement grow ever more stiff and difficult, until she simply couldn't move them anymore.

Bri giggled nervously, rocking her feet side to side. "Hooves~" She grinned up at Corrine, who was distracted by her own zebra tail growing out with a dry pop. "C'mon take your shoes off, Corrine! Let's see your hoooooves~"

Corrine nodded dizzily, lifting up one leg and gripping the top rim of one of her now quite ill-fitting converse sneakers in her black fingers and thumb, then tugged it off firmly, the white laces coming messily undone. She kicked the shoe aside then lifted her other leg, yanking the sneaker off, then slipped off the white crew neck socks underneath them and stood straight up, staring down at her feet, craning her neck to look past her D-cup rack. And there they were, shiny, black, and hard.

"Hooves!" She said, grinning at Bri, who returned the smile twofold. The two changing girls jumped up and down, their tails and cleavage bobbing up and down as they did so. "This is so cool!" Corrine said, the lingering unease over her changes drowned by the excitement, by how smooth and shiny and slick they both felt.

"You're getting skinny, Bri." Corrine said, pointing to her. Bri looked down and saw that her midsection had already slimmed down quite a bit, the striped fabric tightened against her midsection, flattening and tucking in her tummy. It felt good, like everything else. A sort of warm, tightening feeling like the body mass was being pulled in and redirected elsewhere. Her hips and rump filled out even more as the last of her paunch vanished, leaving behind a slightly toned set of abs. Bri couldn't help but giggle, all that fat was literally going right to her hips!

"I am!" She struck a pose she saw in an underwear ad, eliciting a giggle from Corrine. The bespectacled girl approached her, gently taking her ears in her hands. "Your ears are looking funny, like... the stuff is covering 'em." And under her touch, Bri's ears pulled out, the black and white striped spandex sweeping over them as they inched up higher on her head. Her ears were different now, longer and pointed, swiveling around to hear the sounds of the night around them. "Y-yours are doing it too, Corrine." She said, watching as her girlfriend's ears and... even her face changed, her lips grew darker as the semi-solid fabric rolled up her chin. They gazed into each other's eyes, the world around them felt like a formless void, undefined and unworthy of their attention. All that mattered was each other now, the herd of two.

They threw themselves into a kiss, their black lips meeting, the tingling of the spreading fabric racing up their heads with renewed speed as they did so. Their mouths ached as the kiss deepened, pushing their lips closer as they felt something pull back inside their heads. But it wasn't pulling back, rather their faces were tapering out into strong equine snouts with the stripes blending into solid black around the muzzle. Their noses flattened and then disappeared into pairs of nostrils that flared as they breathed in each other's scent.

Their hair took on a stark black color, starting at the roots and racing up, swallowing and finally obliterating their old hair colors as the changes finished. The two zebra girls did not notice, nor did they care, their tongues met and danced as they touched and explored each other's bodies with their gentle hands. Corrine's hands cupped Bri's ample, heart-shaped buttocks, gently massaging and stroking up and down their plush surface. They broke off the kiss, opening their eyes to stare longingly into each other's gaze.

"What do you think?" Corrine said. "Would you recommend this?"

"Like, hell yeah." Bri said with a playful titter. "We need to like, get a herd going."

"You got a good idea there." Corrine said, taking off her glasses. "But don't you wanna play a little? Just you and me~?" Corrine gripped Bri's neck gently with both hands, bucking her hips forward suggestively. Bri licked her lips, grinning as she took Corrine by the hips and backed away, leaning against an old, fat tree and slid down gently, letting her girlfriend climb on top of her. Their wet, puffy crotches rubbed against each other and Bri felt a thunderclap of pure pleasure, eliciting a meek little "Aah~"

Corrine took the opportunity afforded to her and thrust her crotch forward, grinding against Bri and bringing her neck down, licking at her ample bust. The zebras moaned and giggled, Bri retaliated by taking two of her fingers and pushing into Corrine's puffy snatch, deftly massaging and working her lover into a tizzy of feeling. Their tails swished, Corrine kicked her hooves against the grass as she returned the attention. And so it continued, an increasing back-and-forth between the two girlfriends. When their fingers got tired, Bri and Corrine switched positions, with the former male putting her lips and tongue to work on Corrine, then Corrine returned the favor. They kept at it for what felt like hours, the rhythm of their coupling intensifying into a raging crescendo. Bri was the first to climax, her whole striped body going gooey in her lovers arms as she cried out, making a mess of the patch of grass they were resting on. Then Corrine followed soon after, collapsing on top of Bri in a panting, glistening heap. They lay there for a while, kissing and cuddling and whispering each other's names. Corrine grabbed her shirt from the pile of discarded clothing and performed a valiant attempt at cleaning herself and Bri up. Bri giggled, playfully mussing up Corrine's mane, trailing her fingers down her striped cheeks. Corrine smiled back, throwing her arms around Bri's waist and pulling the both of them into a warm, tight hug. "That was awesome." Bri said, still huffing and tired. "We like, need to do that again."

"Just wait until I catch my breath." Corrine said, nuzzling her lover's neck. "Then we can go back to my place."

"Still wanna eat?" Bri said, stroking Corrine's tail.

"Nah..." She replied. "Let's just hop in bed... then you can ride me all night long."

"Awww." Bri mock pouted. "I wanna be ridden!" This prompted Corrine to laugh, punching the other zebra girl lightly in the shoulder.

"We can take turns, silly! Now let's get our stuff and go. I know a shortcut back to my place so nobody sees us."

Bri nodded, getting up to her hooves as Corrine stood up and gathered up their things. She trotted out to a little side-path lined on either side by overgrown trees.

"Race you~" She said, looking back to Bri.

"Deal!" Bri said with a playful giggle. And Corrine waited until Bri caught up to her, then they were off. Their hooves thumped on the soft sandy soil, their new bodies carrying them faster and more gracefully than ever before. For a first date, it went better than Bri had ever anticipated.