Freddy frowned at himself even as he apologised - he had no wish to trample over someone's life IF they didn't want it. Maybe he hadn't gone far enough with the camera, he thought. "Oh, Jervis?" he said, as Jervis turned back, a frown across her pretty little face.
"Yes Sir?" she said, ice dripping off every word.
Freddy pulled up the camera without looking and felt the button under his thumb. He pressed down and, matter of factly said "Busty, Slutty nympho stripper".
The world stopped for him as, almost in slow motion, he could see now his huge mistake. The lens of the camera was facing him, NOT Jervis. In fact he could see the puzzle expression on Jervis's face at hearing the words and wondering what on earth his Master was doing. But Freddy's gaze was fixed on that lens as he could now feel what other subjects of the camera could have felt, as a tingling sensation started to spread through his body, followed by what felt like a long, long stretch of
every in his body.
The camera worked almost "word by word" on his request as, first of all for "busty", Freddy's figure warped from male to female in a matter of milliseconds - long brown hair falling past his waist; a feminine face now with high cheekbones and thicker lips; a narrow, toned waist with flaring hips..."framing" a flatter crotch, a "hole" now between those hips...with hungry lips....leading down into toned legs, as his chest thrust forward, nipples pushing out followed by swelling flesh as his shirt was pushed out by a pair of DD sized boobs.
Then came "slutty" - his hair gained shades of blonde from a dye job, done professionally but to give a cheap look; his make up that had appeared in hints on his face was now more heavily done - thick red, cocksucking lipstick (and the idea of wrapping them around a nice hard dick flashed through Freddy's mind), turquoise eye shadow, rouge, the works; his skin tanned from white through to the caramel of a tanning-bed addict. While his mind started to gain more thoughts about the bedroom, about sex, about how he'd love Jervis to be eating him out.
"Nympho" caused Freddy's brain to rewire - he still had his smarts, still had his intelligence and knowledge of the camera and science and how to build almost any contraption - but they all took a backseat to a strong, almost inhuman desire for sex - he wanted to scissor with Jervis, eat out Hannah, be bent over the sofa by the pool guy - all within a few minutes of each other. New memories were sliding in on how Freddy had spent "his" schooldays, once puberty hit, of being screwed by almost every guy and teacher going - he still got A's through his knowledge but he also got let out of school early by a pliable headteacher.
The last word echoed around Freddy's now sex-obsessed head, "Stripper". His breasts were expanding again, bulging forward but also upwards, straining past basketball size as they looked unmistakably hard, firm - and fake. Thin gold bars "popped" through each nipple as a similar bar suddenly appeared in Freddy's tongue, large gold hoops through his ears - and that hair, which reached his knees now, was sheer platinum blonde and pulled back into a ponytail which was woven into one long plait. Across his right shoulder, thin black lines suddenly appeared on his skin, weaving into a gothic script of a tattoo that read "Stripper Forever", wrapped in a thorny vine, while a tattoo of roses wrapped around his waist and right buttock. His clothing shimmer with the change, shirt becoming tight, fitted, expensive T-Shirt and pants into a vinyl wraparound skirt, while his legs were in-cased in red fishnet stockings, leading to 5 inch heeled black pumps. The final stage of this change was a knowledge of stripping that could make any man in a room hard, and allowed Freddy to have star-billing on the nearby strip club "Aces High", who's name just popped into his head - along with a memory of trying out there 7 years ago and discovering that dropping out of university and taking up full-time stripping was his "dream".
Freddi shook her head, groaning at her mistake - all those changes had happened in less than 20 seconds, but already he could feel - no, she could feel - just how much she'd changed her life. A wetness was spreading between her pussy lips, as Jervis's attitude to her went from icy to warmth in an instance - Freddi could remember how "loved" she was by the staff, not just for her sexual performances with all of them, but her warmth and love for them. She could also remember the "new" way she'd met Hannah, when a bored Hannah had...not broken down...but instead, discovering her lesbian side, driven to the local strip club, found Freddi dancing and....love had blossomed. Freddi stared at the ring on her finger, now more delicate and woven gold, topped with a large diamond - which also drew attention to her long, pink-polished nails.
"Oh Boy" she gasped.
Thu Feb 07 07:26:50 2013