Shapeshifter Comission

A comission for DaRayman

The night was winding down, and the last customer had left the neon-lit interior of the Good Times strip club around half an hour ago. The girls working there had all returned to the backstage area, into the dressing rooms to unwind and get out of there as soon as possible. Many of the different exotic dancers and performers were undressing out of their skimpy outfits and rushing out the door before the sun could raise itself above the horizon once again.

April Ramone was the last one cleaning up after the other girls had left. She took her burden of cleaning quite seriously. It was a way to compensate for her poor performance tonight. It was not by lack of trying, but by her lack of looks.

She was on the flat side in both the front and the back. A natural blonde, her hair was always in a sporty, spiky getup that earned her the mocking nickname of “The Lesbian”. Her outfit was a simple pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt. She was busy scrubbing away the remnants of a spilled drink on the floor.

She heard the clicking sound of high heels hitting the floor. The sound approached her. Yandra Lee was the prettiest woman that worked at Good Times….and the worst woman personality-wise. Her breasts were an unmodified DD cup. Despite her flat ass and lack of a curvaceous lower half, no one ever paid attention to it as to make it a fault. She was of Korean descent, and occasionally played up a stereotype of a naive foreigner who spoke poor english.

“Ah, look, the cleaning girl has arrived.” She poked April on the head, pushing her down to the floor. “And I thought you were supposed to be here as an exotic dancer, but instead you’re some lesbo janitor.” April ignored the touching and just carried on.

Yandra was the highest on the pecking order, not just by looks, but also by ferocity. April still diligently carried on after Yandra had quit mocking her. It had been half an hour later when Big C, the establishment’s owner, now stepped in front of her. April looked up at the portly white male with a fake smile. He looked down at her, his thick eyebrows making him look like a judgemental fat owl.

“April, Why should I keep you on if you’re just going to waste my time being a cleaner? I already got people that are cheaper than you to do that.”

“I just had a poor night, tonight, sir. I’m just trying to make up for it.” April kept her eyes on her job after a quick glance. “Tomorrow will be better, I promise.”

“We’ll see about that. If you’re not pulling in more, you’re out.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now get out.”

“Yes sir.”

April picked up her belongings, heading home in the middle of the night through a city devoid of life. Tonight had been another rough performance. She ended up currying favor from no one and just tended the bar. It was frustrating to her because she KNEW that she wasn’t that good looking, but she did her damnedest to make it work nonetheless. Her mood turned sour, thinking of her stuck-up co-workers who were blessed with better looks and worse personalities.

With a low grumble she unlocked her front door and chucked her bag inside, slowly walking to her bedroom to get some rest. The red light on her alarm clock flashed a cold 4:02 AM. Come ten o’clock, she’d have to wake up to get to work.

The worst part of these rough days was the lack of any action. She had been slowly building this feeling up, occasionally touching herself with her own hands or even rubbing the top of a beer bottle against herself when no one was looking. April freed herself of her clothes,tossing them aside with a smirk. Time for a “quickie” and then straight off to bed. She touched her panties, and boy they were soaked. With a smirk on her face she slipped one finger beneath to touch her most sensitive region, rubbing it gently. As she did so, her mind turned to jealousy all of a sudden.

“Damn Yandra. Damn her.”

April was getting frustrated now, her gentle rubbing turning into furious masturbation. She was breathing heavily as her mind turned to Yandra’s body. If only she looked like her, her life would be so much better. She fondled one nipple when a strange detail caught her eye.

Her breasts were bigger than normal. Compared to her usual A cup, she estimated that she was suddenly the proud owner of a health B cup-sized chest. They didn’t quite stop there. It was so…strange, yet so erotic, that she just kept on masturbating. Half of her thought she was asleep and this was just a pleasant dream as her breasts expanded more and more. Her entire body seemed to shift in unknown ways, all while she was sitting there on her bed. Something…wrapped hold of her esophagus for a moment as her moans seemed to change pitch and timbre all of a sudden. Her eyes caught a glimpse of her blonde hair that suddenly turned onyx. Her own eyes seemed to change colour and reshape themselves into a brown shade with an asianic eye-fold. She couldn’t stop, deeply and intensely fingering herself with a big smile on her face. The pressure was too much. With a few girlish moans, she squirted a large amount of vaginal fluid all over the floor.

April breathed slowly, getting up from her chair. She was about to head to bed when she caught a glimpse of herself in her mirror. Yandra was standing there in full naked glory, not April. She softly fondled her new breasts.

“Oh my God…Oh my God…I can shapeshift!” She looked at herself; at her new Asian features and killer looks. She smiled. “I could, I could use this to my advantage.” With a perverted smile she groped her new breasts. Then she noticed the fact that she wasn’t just Yandra physically, but that she also wore her black-and-white themed stripper outfit.

“Clothes too, heh? Let’s see what else I can do.” Yandra crouched for a moment, beginning to masturbate her brand new pussy again focusing on Big C. It took a few minutes of relentless focus before she had to admit it wouldn’t work. She focused on one of her other coworkers, Sandra Dufresne, a hotheaded latina with average looks. She was fingering herself, squeezing her nipple, furiously trying to make the shapeshifting work. She did her best, but it didn’t happen.

Yandra didn’t even finish, even though she was very wet. “Why doesn’t it work? Come on…come on…” Like a touch of inspiration, it suddenly made sense. “She touched me…she physically touched me. So any girl I touch I can shapeshift into.”

She looked onto one of her bed poles with a longing look. In her mind, she began focusing on her own form, and then hoisted herself onto the wooden pole. She was so wet by this point she easily slid down. With a bit of a readjustment, Yandra Lee began to masturbate, letting her hips do all the work as she looked at herself in the mirror nearby. It was truly magical to see the shapeshifting take hold as her hair started to shorten itself and change its colour back to blonde. Her eyes returned to its original colour. Her beautiful, full breasts were rapidly deflating back into her old ones. Ironically, her ass got better, slowly expanding outward in all directions. It was the only field in which she “beat” Yandra. She made good use of her breasts to compensate though. By the time Yandra had finished with a loud scream of pure joy; squirming all over the pole with fluids leaking on all sides, only then was she back to being April.

She slowly hoisted herself off the pole and dragged herself to bed. “Tomorrow, the payback begins.”

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For the first time in a long time April walked through the back alley to the rear entrance to the strip club with a smile on her face. It was smug even. Two of the girls were hanging out outside, smoking. The first was Sandra Dufrene. She was tugged from her cigarette and played with her long, straight, red hair with her free hand. Sandra had just hit her 40’s, but for whatever reason she looked a lot younger than she really was. ƒ She was an almost stereotypical feisty latina with a ferocious look in her eyes. This was not to mention her outfits were always red, whether she was performing or not.

“Afternoon, Lesbian.” The other smoking woman laughed at her. Talia Lamarr was an African American woman, just a bit older than April. Her nickname was Tall, because she was, in fact, incredibly tall. It was very surprising. She was two meters high with D cup breasts and a muscular stature. Tall had been a fitness junkie since she had been young. While Tall wasn’t the most popular, she had a dedicated clientele of fans that were really passionate about her. Her raven-black hair was in a permanent bobcut and her nose was surprisingly tiny and gentle for her face.

“Back to scrub some more floors, eh?”

April walked by, her arm reaching out for Sandra to get a quick touch. Sandrea immediately flinched and belted out a quick “Don’t you touch me, bitch.” Without looking back, April entered the dressing room with a look that said “Oh, I’ll get you.”

For now, she had but one thing on her mind. Conning Yandra. From the moment she had begun working at Good Times, Yandra had had it out for her. April had no way of getting back at her without getting fired on the spot. Now though…now she had a way. She looked up at the camera overseeing the dressing room, stepping into the blindspot between a few lockers and a decorative plant.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a red vibrator with a handle in the back for better grip. She firmly grasped it and lowered her panties with a smirk. With a satisfying “plop”, she plunged it inside her, masturbating with it. Her mind turned to Yandra, focusing on the shape of her body and her regular performance outfit. Like ripples of joy and excitement, her body began to reshape itself. It was a bit daft and dark in this far off corner, but the cover was more than worth it. Now that she was focusing on this change, it appeared to happen from the top down. It was as if a point had been chosen on the very crown of her head from which flowed out the changes to her body. Her hair extended itself in all directions, temporarily covering her eyes fully before regaining a proper shape. The eyes that emerged from behind the black-as-night hair now had eyefolds and were a dull shade of brown. It looked for just a moment that Yandra’s head had been placed upon April’s body.

The changes continued. Her skin colour got a shade lighter as her shoulders seemed to expand outwards in both directions. Her A-cups took up their new, full form into Yandra’s dominant double D’s, April areolas and nipples expanding to be three times their original size. With a free hand, April pinched her new nipples, feeling just how sensitive they were. The feeling of the breasts tugging on her front was new, but it was the only (slight) downside to her new form. Her waist got narrower, but her ass and hips got flatter. Yandra worked her breasts hard, because the other half of her body wasn’t impressive at all.

April watched her own hands change, her nails getting longer and turning black. She couldn’t help but shake the thought that her hands looked a lot more evil then they did before. She was breathing heavily, gasping in joy from her masturbation session in the form of Yandra when she regained focus for a moment. She really wanted to finish but kept it in for now, pushing the soaked dildo inside Yandra’s nethers. April’s mind focused on Yandra’s outfit, and seconds later a skimpy schoolgirl outfit that showed a lot of cleavage appeared out of nowhere.

The new Yandra pulled out April’s phone and took a quick selfie. Then she put down April’s handbag and shoved it as far in the corner as she could.

The camera caught Yandra Lee moving through the dressing room and heading upstairs to Big C’s room. It was unlocked on principle. Anyone who would walk in there without a good reason would be fired. The new Yandra had a very fine reason.

She looked at the security camera aimed at her as Yandra sat down in Big C’s chair. That would’ve been enough to get her a serious reprimand when he arrived, but April wasn’t done yet. No, she’d go all the way. With a smug smile on her face she looked right into the camera, pulled down both her panties and her skirt and began to masturbate. She began first with rubbing her wet folds, getting used to the shape and depth. Even restrained underneath her schoolgirl-type outfit, the shaking of Yandra’s big breasts was quite enjoyable. In the corner, Yandra spotted a small golden statue that resembled a small oscar.

It was a vanity thing made for the vain man who owned this gaudy office in the back end of a strip club. But…it appeared to be workable.

Yandra lifted up the statuette and waved it at the camera. Then she turned it around and shoved it inside her. It filled her up quite well. It wasn’t as good as the dildo from before, but it worked nevertheless. She did her best not to moan too loudly because she didn’t want to attract so much attention. Gasping for air, it was amazing not only to sit in Big C’s fancy chair, but to be defiling his precious fake Oscar at the same time. She knew what the real Yandra would face when Big C arrived later.

Her grasp on the statuette got firmer and firmer and she went deeper and deeper into her new hole. She grasped her nipples, leaning her head forward to try and suck on one of them, but to her disappointment it didn’t work out. She let go of her breasts, pulling out the statuette with a loud exhale. It was coated in her own fluids, which dripped off of all its sides.

She showed it off to the camera once again and put it down in the middle of the desk. Then Yandra picked up a few papers that were stacked up on the far side of the desk and laid them out. This new body, the ability to change into other women, literally defiling Big C´s property and getting away with it. As both of her hands hovered and groped her brand new DD breasts, her eyes fell onto Yandra´s areolas and her impressively-sized nipples. She pinched both of them at the same time and it sent her over the edge to an incredible degree.

This had been coming on for a while now. Like a cascade, Yandra Lee began squirting all over the paperwork that littered the table with a ferocity that she could match a male ejaculation. She shook and shivered, moaning loudly as she spread her fluids as far around as she could. Satisfied with the end result (one that would surely get the real Yandra fired) she took some time rubbing her wet pussy against a corner of the desk with one foot squarely on top of the mess that coated it. `Oh yeah, that’s it…that’s it…`

A sound not too far away pulled her attention. She couldn’t make it out, but suddenly April realized she shouldn´t get caught like this. Quickly she picked up her panties and straightened out Yandra´s faux-schoolgirl outfit. Looking back with a smirk, she quickly headed back into the dressing area.

Yandra Lee walked back to the dressing area with the lockers. She headed straight for the dark corner in which she had previously enjoyed herself. When she reached the corner, she paused. Talia was mucking about with April’s locker, but she could not get it open.

“Damn it. That stupid lesbian, why cant she understand she isn’t wanted here?!”

“Tell me about it.” Yandra sauntered up to her colleague. Underneath the voluptuous woman, April was absolutely furious. She put her hand on Talia’s shoulder for a moment, pinching the intrusive woman.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?!”

“I just squeezed a bug.” Yandra rubbed the spot she squeezed a moment ago. “Well, it’s gone.”

Talia looked at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow before saying “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Yandra turned around and immediately returned to her corner. “All right! Now I’ve got Tali too!..but what to do with her? First things first.” Yandra held up the master key (which would unlock everything in the strip club) and smiled. She pulled down her outfit just enough to fit it inside her and began using it to scrape her insides, thinking about her real form. Her teeth were clenched tight to keep all of her sounds inside. The process began quickly spreading out over her body. She clasped the key tight with a smug smile as she watched her body change, feeling it all happen. To her disappointment, she seemed to shrink and her majestic DD cup breasts melted away. The scraping down below even seemed to change as her folds tightened with a downward motion, catching her off guard. April’s boyish shorts and t-shirt y emerged from her skin in a surreal motion.

Now back in her own skin, April plopped the key into her purse and stepped back out into the dressing area with a new plan on her mind.

It was actually a rather close call now. The real Yandra just entered the room, opened her locker and got out her faux schoolgirl outfit. “Hey lesbo, someone pissed on the floor in the private corner, go clean it up.”

Sandra and Talia joined in the mocking laughter, but to their surprise, April joined in, deliberately laughing at Yandra.

“What are you laughing at, carpet muncher?”

“Nothing.” April got back to ignoring them and headed off to put on a different outfit. From the corner of her eye, she could see Big C enter the strip club and head into his office.

April waited. About two minutes in, the fireworks began. Yandra got called to his office and the portly man laid into her with colourful language that would make even a sailor blush. She disputed it, and April could hear the whirr of the out-of-date VCR play.

April laughed quietly as Yandra exhaustedly yelped “No, it wasn’t me! That’s all made up, I was smoking outside.”

The voice that followed her statement up could be heard even outside. “YOU’RE FIRED!”

Yandra stormed out, her eyes filled with rage. On the way out, she encountered April, who was very obviously smirking at her.

Yandra pinned April against the lockers, her breasts and height squeezing against the smaller woman.

“I KNOW you did this, bitch. I just don’t know how. I’ll get you for this, just you wait.”

“I have no idea what youre talking about.”

With an annoyed huff, Yandra got up and left and with a last “Carpet muncher.” She left the strip club.

April looked on, her smile quickly fading as Big C walked up to her. “Don’t think because Yandra’s not here anymore that you get a shot. Get behind the bar, the early customers are here.” April nodded quietly and accepted it for now. As Sandra passed by her, April touched her on the shoulder. Immediately Sandra grabbed her by the wrist.

“What do you want, lesbo?”

April smirked. “Nothing, really. You’ve already given it to me.” With that, she parted ways to head out back. Checking behind herself, she ducked behind a dumpster. “New form, give me a new form.” With one move she slipped her hand into her panties, forming a sort of cup-like shape as she began scraping herself. She was hiding away in a dark corner, just behind the filthy dumpster, but that wasn’t where her attention was going. The foul stench disappeared from her mind. Now she focused on the muscular form of Tali. Her scraping became more intense as her one free hand ripped off her clothes one by one, rubbing her rock hard nipples against the wall. That familiar warm ripple of a changing wave rolling over her started to occur from her crop. Her hair turned into a dark raven bob cut, falling on both sides. She couldn’t see the changes happening to her face as her nose extended outward and her pale face reshaped itself with a darker tone. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted the “wave” extending outward from her chest, which blossomed to a size comparable to Yandra. Her arms expanded to female wrestler-like proportions. Real strong muscles from years of training suddenly arose from her pale arms that looked a lovely shade of brown. Her fingers formed a sort of wedge as she continued to use herself more and more, deeper and deeper. As the changes took hold of her nether regions, she could feel her crotch get a lot hairier. Down and downward it continued, her legs getting longer, more muscular, and a whole different shade as well. Even her clothes were altered by the process, as they turned far skimpier and fit tighter, altering themselves to turn into Tali’s standard stripping outfit (a matching set of bright red). It did just enough to cover her up.

The brand new Tali stood up, getting a hold of her larger size and musculature. Even her hands seemed to be bigger.

“OH YEAH!” She flexed her muscles, looking at them bulging with great glee. April did work out, but not to Tali’s degree. Now she never even needed to work out ever again. Tali looked around at the big, junk-filled dumpster. She cracked her knuckles trying to impress no one in particular.

“Let’s try this body out.” She put both hands on the greasy end of the dumpster and took a strong pose that coincidentally showed off her brand new, juicy rear. With great focus on her face, Tali threw all her muscle at this one dumpster, and it did begin to move. As it came loose Tali cheered, knowing full well that this was something that regular old April could never achieve.

“Alright, I’ve dealt with Yandra. Now Tali.” She walked in the dressing room, listening intensely to hear her “real self” barge out complaining about “getting another smoke”. Fake Tali immediately darted off the right, hiding in a corner as the Real Tali grabbed another cigarette and headed outside. She’d missed her imposter by mere seconds.

“Hmm, Big C is obviously getting someone to clean up his office…so, I should hit the bar, as told.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. Heading forward, she stepped onto the dingy, rundown floor. A few of the early guests stared at her. It was a new and pleasant feeling for April, who usually was ignored.

Behind the counter, the regular bartender was at work. Morena Correnos was of hispanic origins, her skin was only slightly darker than April’s. Her longhair ran down her back, a trait which got her the nickname Rapunzel. As for her proportions, what she lacked in the front, she more than made up for in the back with plump, voluptuous hips and ass. It was almost a shame that her job was standing behind the bar at this strip club instead of showing it off.

Her real talent was indeed bartending though, and she did that with such flair that it almost was part of ‘the show’, intricately working drinks with her great flair, tossing ingredients in the air and using them. The two were ambivalent towards each other. Morena was focused on her work and not much on others. Out of all of her colleagues, Morena would be the only one she’d have a drink with.

Tali stepped behind the bar and Morena raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be up there; dancing?”

“Nah, I’m here for my extra paycheck.” Tali walked past Morena, touching the back of her neck with a teasing stroke.

“What’s that all about?” Morena’s eyes followed Tali, and her jaw dropped as Tali worked the counter, popped it open, pulled out all the bills, stuffed them in between her breasts with a smirk, and walked back to the dressing room. The latina was too baffled by this brazen theft to respond. Tali identified “her” locker, used the master key to unlock it, and emptied out her “breast storage”.

Satisfied, she locked it once again and snuck off to her previous blindspot in the dark corner.

One more flex of her muscles, and she began to fondle and grope her massive breasts. She saw the corner and quickly pulled down her stripper outfit and began grinding herself against the stone. The process reversed itself, as Tali began shrinking on all sides, her muscles disappearing, her skin tone turning very very pale, and her hair retracting itself until it was back to April’s spiky blonde look. Even her clothes got far less flashy and showy, as the full breasts shrunk down to be “near invisible”.

“Tali’s done. I might as well get to work.” She spotted Morena walking into Big C’s office to report the theft she’d just seen, and April smirked. It was best not to call any attention to herself. She got into position behind the bar, beginning to do some cleanup and bartending. There was a good look around, and it just hit her. This place was a massive dump. The clientele were all low-end pervs, everything was barely running, and the inside had not been updated since the 1990’s. Big C was a horrible boss and all her colleagues (minus Morena) hated her guts.

“Screw this place.”

The amount of yelling back and forth between a certain male and a certain female hinted to her that her second plan had also worked. Big C was holding a wad of cash and an open locker, while Tali, towering over him, was disputing everything with stronger language than the bossman himself.

“WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE MESSING WITH MY SHIT!” Big C went on a tirade that ended with “YOU’RE FIRED!”

Tali didn’t mince any words, packed her stuff, and with a huff walked out the door. As Big C grumbled to face April, he barked out a quick “What are you looking at?”

“Your club is a dump and you’re an asshole. I quit.”

“YOU’RE FIRED TOO!”

“Already quit, bitch.” April provocatively spat on the ground and walked out, ignoring the deafening scream of pure hatred and frustration. Now that she could shapeshift, she didn’t need this crummy job at this crummy place anymore. She got in her beat-up car, and drove away, feeling much much better than she usually did.

“First things first, I’m going to need some better sex gear.” April reached in her pockets, pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills that she had kept from Tali’s thievery and heading towards the closest sex shop.

The smile on her face got wider now as she looked at the masturbation selection. Why not just get it all, for the small fortune she’d gotten from framing Tali? A set of electric nipple clamps, a striaght up sex machine (that would penetrate her like a real man would), a vibrator, a double dildo for two penetrations at once, and lots of lube. Finally, there was a stripper pole included, just for its sake. With a skip in her step, she left the store carrying all her new, fun equipment and headed home.

Sunset was approaching fast and she got some quick takeout just to get dinner over with. As she sat in front of her TV, reminiscing of the day with a smile on her face, her mind was wrapped up into re-watching Tali and Yandra getting fired. Then there was Big C losing three of his employees that same night.

“Damn, I need to go find another job.” She took another swig of her half-empty beer bottle. “But now that I’ve got these forms…this shapeshifting, I just need to think of a path. Hmm..”

April looked to the right, at her computer setup. “I’ve got Sandra, Tali, Yandra and Morana. All their forms. Maybe it’s time to hop back into camming, but I’ll do it as them.” The plan formed in her mind. She didn’t want to tip her hand yet and show all those who were watching that she could in fact shapeshift. If she stepped to the side, changed forms and mixed it up, then she could put on quite a show.

April had tried livestreaming before and it wasn’t really a hit. She figured the people who were really into camming were in it mostly for the looks, not the personality. She couldn’t pull this off herself, no, she needed help.

With these forms and thi new knowledge in mind, it was time to make use of her newest form. Morana. A whole new form…it was getting her worked up now. She could see herself assembling quite a few female forms, hopping in between them with the touch of a finger (to her nether regions). Already she was beginning to grope her own (flat) breasts, trying to commence the process of change. With both hands she squeezed both of her nipples as hard as she could, beginning to rub them tightly. Morena would be so mad if she saw this happen, but hey, she’d just come up with a new alias. Corena. Corena would do.

It was so exciting now to feel the little sparkle kick in on the very crown of her head. It spread outward, slowly altering her face and hair. April stood up and began squeezing her nipples harder. She rubbed her crotch against the side of her couch. Things started heating up along with her body temperature as her face reshaped itself, darkening slightly, her nose slowly getting smaller and softer. Like usual, her breasts expanded. Her body slowly shaped into that of Morena’s.

It had become quite a difficult task to find the right clothes for herself because most of April’s were too small. She was in the middle of putting on a far-too-small t-shirt that April normally barely fit in. It chafed her for a few minutes before she facepalmed. She could just make clothes herself. Mentally she focused on a cute, light-yellow beach outfit with a pretty, blue tank top. She did a final check up in the mirror. Beach body ready, indeed.

She plopped her ass onto her desk chair, which now seemed ill-fitting for her new size, but it was somewhat snuggly nevertheless. After booting up her PC and logging into her livestream account, she was now fully ready.

“Hello boys. My name is Corena and I’m here to play…mainly with myself.” The view count bumped up and a curious few entered into the room. “Because I’ve got a magic trick up my sleeve. Let me call my first assistant, in fact.” In full view of the camera, she set up the so-called “sex machine.”

She flicked the back of her chair in lounge mode, so that she could lie down on it. She leaned back as much as she could, baring her anus to the masturbation machine. It took a moment to line it up properly with her rear before she hit the button and it began pounding her ass. Pressure was being applied, but she still had both her hands free for her front hole. Making good use of her hands, she cupped her crotch and began scraping her inner walls from both sides. Her breathing was getting frantic now as she turned to the webcam, seeing the view count rise up more and more.

“Do you all like it? Do you like my look? Well, it’s about to change. Watch this.” She taunted them, one hand playing with her hair while the other was penetrating with three fingers going in. She rubbed and stroked and got herself so worked up. Her mind flashed back to Yandra, the first person to be humiliated today. This time she was intent on controlling it, as her arm and hand movements made her shiver with joy. Her thoughts turned specifically to Yandra’s massive DD cup breasts, and she opened her eyes once again, she saw her breasts change indeed. First, they turned a pale shade (an ill-fitting colour compared to the rest of her latina body) before ballooning outward, like buns rising in an oven. A quick look to the left revealed the chat going crazy, overflowing with compliments and love. She could hear the “ca-chink” sound of donations occuring with more and more frequentcy.

With a smug look on her face, she fondled her mismatched but pretty-looking breasts, squeezing them and showing them off in front of the webcam. The audience was going wild, most of them wondering how that was possible. “Want to see the new me in full? I bet you do! Keep looking then!” She stood up, enjoying the strange proportions and mismatched body parts that made up her new look. After a quick moment offscreen, she came back with her brand new vibrator. With both hands, she grasped it tightly and got to work, penetrating herself while focusing on Yandra’s form in full. The warm mix of both masturbation and transformation enveloped her body, shrinking on the back end and everything turning a shade lighter. With ripple and a wave her body shifted, hair, eyes and face altering themselves into Yandra’s. The unseen force worked over her body as she continued to finger herself more and more. In her mind, masturbation had become one with transformation.

Yandra Lee pulled her hands away from her nether regions to check the chat.

“Hi guys, I’m Yandra. Do you like these?” She groped her breasts with a big smile on her face. “Have you ever seen a pair bigger then these though? Maybe they’re too big?” She played them like a comical drum set, beginning to rub around her nipples sensually. “This body is pretty nice right? But look at this though, this body is so weak!” Yandra flexed her muscles to no effect. “Tssk tssk. Let me show you real feminine power instead!”

Yandra picked up her dildo once again and now made use of the suction cup, placing it on her low table. She lowered herself onto it, feeling the cold sex toy split her form apart. “Here comes Mali!” It took a moment to get it going, with April’s mind focusing first on Tali’s muscular legs. It felt like steroids were overtaking her body as the sleek and thin legs of Yandra started to expand outward, darkening and getting truly muscular. The pose she was in right now was uncomfortable at first, but considering the new muscles that were kicking in below her crotch region, she could increase her pace. It was a surreal view, Yandra’s pretty asianic upper body attached to Tali’s lower muscular African-American body. Tali’s body kept creeping upwards, seemingly devouring Yandra. The breast size remained roughly the same though, with some bigger areolas and nipples as their colour and shade changed. Finally, her arms turned muscular and strong. Only Yandra’s head was left, one arm flexing to demonstrate her new bulging muscles. For a dramatic flair, Yandra’s head flicked back and out of view. With a few loud moans and furious one-handed masturbation, it all felt too much. Tali squirted her fluids as she let out loud screams of joy. Her “ejaculation” even hit the webcam some. Whatever had remained of Yandra, it was gone. Only Tali remained, and she laid back into her lounged chair. She rested only for a moment, leaking from in between her legs.

It took her a short amount of time to recompose herself before cleaning up the camera with a wink. “Don’t you worry, I haven’t run out of forms yet. The fun is only just beginning.”