Demona didn't particularly care what her slave acted like. It was enough that she was completely devoted to her mistress.
Demona stood up, smiling at the fact that her pendulous breasts caused her no discomfort. She attempted to stretch her wings out to their full length, but the room was far too small. With a bit of consternation, Demona knew she had to find a better location from which to base her operations.
Demona looked at the computer once more. If it had worked its magic to change the two of them, would she be able to get it to change the surrounding world? Stepping around the supplicated Eliza as if she were a pile of clothes, Demona sat back down at the computer. She began searching through pictures of secluded properties with vast amounts of space, not only outside, but inside as well.
There was a grand selection of hide-away mansions, but most of them were in areas that she had no intention of living in. Eventually she spotted a not over-large retreat in central Pennsylvania that was far from the beaten track. the very open interior would allow her to stretch out wherever she pleased, as well as increase her harem.
Demona began the process of 'cut-and-pasting' the image of her and Eliza onto one of the photos taken of the master bedroom. The process required her to focus on the naked forms of the two of them, causing her ravenous cunt to begin to drip. Without taking her eye of the monitor, Demona bent her tail back around and slowly stroked the tip in and out. Once she had gotten the size and perspective correct, she reached her hand towards the screen and...
"NO!" she pulled her hand back before the computer could arc once more to her. Demona had barely remembered that the wondrous contraption was nowhere to be seen in the photo. As her heart clamed down, Demona let out a relieved sigh, then looked back at her slave, who had still not moved from her position. "Go find my phone, pet, and bring it to me."
Eliza began to rummage through the slight mess that was scattered throughout the room. As she was searching, Demona passed the time by sliding her tail further into her ringed pussy. Grabbing her tits and running her hands over the hyper-sensitive flesh made her spill some of her juices across the floor beneath her with a quick and satisfying orgasm.
When she opened her eyes once more, Demona saw that Eliza was staring at her cunt in desire, but she was also holding out the phone. Demona stood up and took the proffered phone. Turning to face the computer, Demona got as close as she could to the same size perspective, then took a picture. After e-mailing herself the image, Demona finished the desired picture, computer and all, then reached for the screen...
Wed Dec 03 00:51:38 2008