Jake pulled out a playboy bunny costume from his bag. “You'd better put on this new uniform I got for you. Trust me, it'll *really* improve your business.”
Ms. Bender took the bodice hesitantly. “But, Ica... I can't change, I don't... I don't have the times!”
“Would you like me to help you?” asked Jake with a leer.
“Noooo,” said Ms. Bender as her cheeks reddened. “You'll shee... I mean.... you'll see me!”
“So?” Jake wished silently for her to think that there was nothing wrong with anyone seeing anything.
“Well, um, okay.” Ms. Bender smiled shyly as she unbuttoned her blouse. She knew it was okay to undress in front of him, but she was embarrassed about showing her seventy year old body to someone she was so attracted to.
However, Jake could see that it clearly wasn't a seventy year old body any more. As he pulled off her plain gray slacks he had to fight the urge to bite her perfect round ass.
Ms. Bender slipped into the pink bodice. It fit her perfectly down low, with a cute little white tail perched above her heavenly ass. Up top was more of a problem, the bodice was built for a woman with tremendous breasts, not the little ones she had.
Before the drunken woman could even notice the problem, Jake wished that her breasts were more than big enough to fill out the garment.
Ms. Bender drunkenly staggered forward, caught off balance as her new breasts added weight up front. She looked down at her new chest pushing at the overburdened material of her bodice. “Hey, my boobs aren't thish big!”
“Sure they are,” said Jake. “That's just the booze talking, you big lush. Now put the rest of the costume on.”
Ms. Bender slipped on a white collar with a pink bow tie and a pair of pink high heeled shoes. Pink bunny ears completed the outfit.
“Wow!” said Jake. “If this doesn't get your tours a lot of repeat business, I don't know what will. Now all you need is a new name to go with your new uniform.”
“A new names?” Ms. Bender hiccuped. “Whys would I needs a new names?”
“Because Bender is boring! You need a fun name for your fun tours. From now on, your name is Ms. Bendover. Change the company's name to “Bendover And Take It Tours.”
The drunken woman shrugged, took another swig from the whiskey bottle (Jake made sure it wouldn't de-age her any more) and she said, “Sssssure. You're the consultant man.”
A loud horn interrupted them. Jake glanced out the window. “Just in time. The tour bus is here.” |