Jon grabbed the outfit with the multiple logos for Jessica's pizza. Jon's eyes were particularly drawn to the back of the shirt which said special services provided at inquiry. He didn't want to think about what that meant.
Stripping off his ruined clothes he started pulling on the delivery outfit. Once he was dressed he was wearing a cropped collared shirt which exposed his flabby midriff. Normally he would have been able to button up the top of the front of the shirt so that it was to his neck but it was missing buttons as if it was designed that way. The effect was that the top of the collared shirt just hung open to proudly flaunt cleavage he didn't have.
On his bottom half, he wore a red thong, super short jean shorts, and some tennis shoes. The look was rounded with a red cap on his head. He frankly looked ridiculous. He was about to exit the bathroom when he felt a painful cramp in his abdomen that forced him to slump to the floor.
The pain quickly spread to the rest of his body as he leaned against the cold bathroom wall. Thankfully, the pain quickly passed and was replaced by pleasure. His whole body was tingling with it.
Shrinking hands ran up and down his body trying to enhance the sensation. It didn't take long for his hands to find their targets. As his thighs thickened and his rear ballooned one hand ripped his penis out of his pants while the other found its way underneath the collared shirt where two mounds were forming.
Jon jerked himself off and massaged his growing tits, the pleasure continuing to rise exponentially with no end in sight. The haze of pleasure clouded his mind so thoroughly that he didn't notice or even acknowledge the rapid changes his body was undergoing, all that mattered was following the source of the pleasure.
As Jon's left hand was finding itself with less and less to work with his right hand was experiencing the opposite. With every pant and moan his chest rose to fill his hand even more. Each surge of growth seemed to double the sensitivity of his tits. The sensations were growing so strong that Jon didn't notice when he slid the rest of the way down the wall until he was lying on his back with his head touching the wall. He didn't notice his hair growing out and turning amber.
What he did notice if it was only subliminally was the cries of ecstasy from a woman. Each moan and gasp higher, breather, and sexier filled the bathroom, reverberating off the walls and into his shifting ears, driving his arousal ever higher. His left hand lost grip on his penis as it disappeared into his body but that didn't discourage Jon, if anything it encouraged him.
Left hand pumping in and out, each cycle deeper as the slit between his legs wormed its way inward. The hand-brushed repeatedly over the former head of his penis. All the nerves that had taken up several inches of diameter a few minutes earlier were now compressed down to a small point a few centimeters across. As his face shifted his tongue started unconsciously flicking back and forth over his swelling lips, further accentuating the inhuman pleasure pulsed and roiled throughout his lithe and soon-to-be nubile body.
Jon writhed on the floor, his right hand unable to palm his incredibly sensitive double d breasts. His left hand now plunging into his complete and soaking wet vulva. Over the next several seconds the compressed nerves that now made up his clitoris doubled and tripped, reaching then surpassing the nerve count for the average female. A building ache was developing around his moderately plump lips and sensitive tongue, but the ache to sexually please another with his perfectly sculpted mouth was partially sated as his tongue swirled faster over his now even more sensitive lips.
His ministrations accelerated as his body stilled, then as his hips cracked outward for a final time, he arched his back, his soft and sensitive bubble butt was pushed into the floor as his now slender shoulders were also pressed into the tile floor. His spine sent out a loud crack as thrusting his massive tits towards the ceiling, freezing his spine in its new default position.
It was at that moment that the sexiest gasp-moan Jon had ever heard filled the bathroom. Sparks flashed across his newly green eyes as his brain hard reset. His body finally slumped almost flat to the tile floor of the bathroom. It would have been flat if not for the slight curve his spin had taken on, causing Jon to slightly thrust his massive tits out. Though it was a small curve less than an inch at where his spine was furthest from the tile.
As Jon recovered, with soft but sexy pants slowing in frequency, his mind finally cleared. His brilliant green opened wide in shock on his cute, sexy, and now freckled face. His head shot downward to take in his two tits which were the smallest E cup made, not that it made them any less massive. Tits which now fully filled the cropped, collared shirt, displaying massive amounts of cleavage. The sudden jerk of his head downward caused vibrant red hair to flap in the edge of his vision as the largest concentrations of fat jiggled in his ass and tits, sending small tingles of pleasure through his body.
Jon shot up, stumbling as he tried to cope with his to the center of gravity, it took a few more moments to stand still as his tits pendulum on his chest making it hard for Jon to stand in the unfamiliar body. Jon tried to peer past his breasts but the only thing he could really see past his tits was his bubble butt which protruded from his rear in the functionally shorter jean shorts that now seemed almost painted on.
His second attempt to inspect his body had his hands running from the bottom of his breasts down his waist over the exposed bare skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the jean shorts. Pleasant tingles emanated from his fingertips brushed over his now narrow and toned waist.
As the sensation started to build Jon closed his eyes and bit his plump lip as he relished in the sensation. His inspection inadvertently aborted, his hands found his tits and gently grabbed them causing Jon's teeth to leave his bottom lip as his soft lips parted to let out another soft and sexy moan.
A moan that shocked Jon back to his senses. Rationally he was glad that he didn't get pulled into another masturbation session even though his body disagreed. His body ached from the aborted attempt. The aching desire of his tits to be fondled. The aching desire of his mouth to plunge into the pants of another. The aching emptiness that pervaded his tight cunt.
Gritting his teeth, Jon stumbled over to the mirror. His perky tits bounced freely against the rough fabric of the shirt, his hips swayed and his thong slipped into position as he crossed the bathroom.
His mouth parted in a pleasing manner as a shocked Jon took in the drastic changes. Massive tits and massive cleavage in a shirt that Jon wished concealed more. A slender neck and sharp jaw underpinned his cute nose and his sparkly green eyes. Red hair that ran to his shoulder complemented his naturally red lips. All to be rounded out by a cute smattering of freckles.
Jon's eyes traced his body lower. Over his toned abs and wide hips, and his wonderful hairless legs.
Jon's ears perked as he heard his name through the door.
"JEEN! Stop masturbating you have a delivery and they ordered special services, you can get off servicing a customer, making us money instead of doing it to yourself for free in there."
Jen? That wasn't right. His name was Jen. Yeah, that was correct. His head nodded slightly and his hair bounced as he confirmed that his name was actually Jen and not... well she couldn't remember.
"Oh fuck." Were the first sultry words out of her mouth as it dawned on her. The pizza delivery outfit. She was the deliverer. She got turned into a slutty pizza delivery girl.
Jen tried to feel horrified that she would be offering special services at the destination. And she would have convinced herself if not for how her vagina twitched and her nipples hardened at the thought.
Jen's panic spiked as she quickly spun around causing her flesh to jiggle. The stone was gone. Jen went to look but another call of her name curtailed her search. The stone was missing she was a slutty girl, her vagina twitched again at slutty. She was fucked.
Opening the door Jen pushed the thoughts of getting fucked out of her head as she sexily swayed over to her manager. A foreign thought that caused her haste. A thought that Jen should have realized was not her own but didn't.
She couldn't lose this job
Jen grabbed the bag blushing as she noticed one of the staff's eyes lingering on her tits. Hurrying out the door she sprinted to her gas-powered scooter, her almost unnaturally perky tits bouncing the whole way.
Jen jumped on and input the address into her phone and kicked the scooter into gear.
It didn't take long but it felt like forever. As she raced down the road the vibrations from the motor vibrated the seat under her quim. It was starting to get so much to handle that Jen had to fight to keep her eyes open. Even as she started to slowly hump the wide saddle of her scooter.
When Jen got to the house less than 3 minutes later, she was panting slowly from her now raging arousal. Hopping off the bike Jen stumbled on her temporarily pleasure weakened legs. She stood hunched over her ass unconsciously displayed with her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath.
An attempt that was only mildly successful before she could waste time no further and grabbed the pizza box out of the bag on the back of the scooter. Jen's green eyes observers the house as her long eyelashes flashed across her vision with every blink as she took in the house. It looked familiar. Her eyes flashed back and forth as she read a receipt for a pizza business that she had never heard of and thought couldn't possibly be legal, her eyes settles on three words.
Delivery to: ----------
She really didn't want to do this, she thought, even as her body staunchly disagreed. She looked back up to the house and started forward. She had to do this. Had to provide the special services because... And she once again failed to notice the completely irrational thought; She couldn't lose this job.
(If you want to get a vague-ish idea of what the outfit looks like. Lookup Sivir pizza in DeviantArt or google. You'll get better results in DeviantArt)
There are no leg stockings or the arm glove things. And as in a lot of the fan art, there is a lot more cleavage. Much more than the original art from Riot.
Other than that, that's pretty much what the outfit looks like. Though Jen looks different than Sivir.
A little bit like this:
