"Lets go to your place Missy." Said jim, as his fingers hit her slit, making her moan in pleasure.
"Oh...Kay... Sir." She shuddered weaving slightly on the road, making Jim pull his hand back somewhat, the last thing he wanted was to get picked up with his car full of sluts. He was surprised when Missy turned into a old neighborhood of old brick and victorian buildings.
"Where do you live Missy?" He asked, stroking her thigh idly.
"In like a big house! It used to be a whore house in like the... um... years ago. But then like rich people moved in and it was like rege... regen... fixed up, and now its going to be like, a whore house again!" She pulled up and stopped in front of the largest house on the street.
" Good girl Missy." Said Jim, again pushing his fingers into her soaking wet slit. Missy let out a loud moan, arching her back forward, pressing her breasts against the steering wheel, causing the horn to honk.
Jim hopped out of the car, and was already half up the walk when a man came out of the house. Jim could already guess that if he were to hold the tuner up, he would barely be a -1.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Oh, Hi. I'm Jim. Melissa has told me about the house, I'm really interested in seeing it."
"Really? Well... Ok. Oh here she co..." He stopped mid sentence as Missy followed by a short line of bimbos came up to him.
"Oh... how disgusting, don't you girls have better clothes?" Jim frowned.
"Are you a man or what?"
"I'm a man... duh!" He said, taking a decidedly unmanly stance.
"Like, come on in dummy, and we'll explain everything." said Missy giggling.
"Me... Melissa? Is that you?" Not seeing any other solution, Jim pulled out the tuner, pointed it at the man. He pressed power to freeze time for him, then pressed the french maid button. The clothes were the first thing to dissolve turning into a maids outfit, followed by his skin softening, his face making the shift, his legs changing into a pair that Jim couldn't wait to have wrapped around him. His attention turned to her chest, which still hadn't developed, as the number hit 40, they started to grow, the new girls body achieving a more hourglass figure. By the time Jim stopped holding the button down at 96, she had a generous set of double D breasts.
"Amanda?" Asked Jim as she unfroze.
"Oui?" She responded in a voice that would have given jim a hard on if he hadn't already felt like he had an iron rod in his pants.
"Why don't you show us in?" She curtsyed cutely and then turned and led them inside.
Fri Dec 16 11:47:32 2005