by Sasha Scott
It did not.
Somehow the internet was completely blank on the subject. There was nothing about his camera, nothing about his magical device. Surely there had to be something? His couldn’t be the only one, surely!
When the surface offered nothing he dug deeper and deeper into any camera forum he could find but still he didn’t discover any details, no matter how hard he looked. It was like his possession truly was one of a kind.
How disappointing. He wanted to know more about it. He wanted to know what it could do. Of course what he really wanted was to use it again.
That was when Brett stumbled upon a certain page that stirred that devil onto his shoulder into action.
Brett managed to find a place where people were seeking out photographers to help them with whatever, from all across the world and all across the country. It was just a quick passing glance as he was looking for information, but then he noticed one request coming from his city.
“Photographer needed,” it read, “Young female artist seeking skilled photographer to help document her creations. Willing to discuss payment!”
Now Brett wasn’t exactly a skilled photographer but he did happen to have a very special camera and a curiosity that needed sating. This sounded like a perfect opportunity! However it did mean he risked getting a little naughty again. Could he risk that? Of course he could, after the Lisa situation it was hard to turn it down.
With nothing to lose, Brett sent the woman a message and began to discuss details. He had a new target in his sights.
It didn’t take long for them to agree terms, the low price he offered helping to make the process a fast one. The fact he was willing to meet her the next day also helped and it was playing right into his hands.
The meeting place was at her studio, which was really just her apartment being dominated by artwork. However that didn’t really bother Brett, all he desired was a place with some privacy.
He didn’t actually know what his model looked like before arriving, he just knew her name was Suki and that she was two years older than him. Naturally he hoped to see a good looking girl opening that apartment door and when it creaked open he wasn’t disappointed.
Suki was a pretty young woman of Asian descent, with brown eyes and messy black bedhead hair, her baggy clothing stained with flecks of paint. She was naturally attractive but didn’t actually seem to put a lot of time into her appearance.
“Are you Brett?” she asked as she peeked out at the guy waiting on her doorstep.
“Yep, that’s me. Hope I’m not too late.”
“Late? No, I’m sure you’re early if anything.”
She was correct. He’d been so eager to use the features on his camera again that he’d completely botched showing up fashionably late and instead showed up eagerly early.
“Guess I got my clocks wrong. Well if you’re busy right now I can mull around the area and come back in around thirty?”
“No it’s fine, I’m not doing much. Come in, come in!”
Wandering into her domain, Brett truly did find a place dominated by art. There were stacks of canvases everywhere along with strange looking sculptors and creations. She seemed to be some sort of arty jack of all trades, giving every bit a go.
Brett couldn’t really comment on how good it was, art wasn’t really in his areas of interest. Her stuff was definitely a lot better than anything he could do but not necessarily the stuff he’d hang on his walls. It was all a little bit eccentric.
“This is a… nice place you got here,” he said, looking around, hoping all the colorful blobs of paint on the floor were dried.
“Sorry it’s a bit of a mess! My career hasn’t really taken off yet, I’m hoping to move into a bigger place when I get some money in my pocket. That’s where you come into it.”
“You want me to photograph some of your stuff, right?”
“That’s right! None of the places are returning calls about my portfolio. I need a pro to do my work proper justice.”
Brett wasn’t exactly convinced that a better camera would suddenly get the studios calling about her creations but of course he didn’t share that with her. After all he wasn’t interested in her art, he was interested in the artist.
“Well I can definitely help with that. However first I think we should get some pictures of the artist herself.”
“Me?” Suki asked rather obviously, pointing at herself.
“Who else?”
“Hmm, just didn’t expect it. I ain’t even washed up, I’ll need a bit of time to get ready.”
“Nonsense, nothing to worry about! I’ll take care of all of it. All you need to do is look into the camera.”
“Erm… okay?”
Suki looked towards him and flashed an awkward looking smile. She wasn’t joking when she said she hadn’t been expecting it, she barely seemed ready for human company nevermind a personal photoshoot. However Brett was ready with his opening move.
First up he snapped her picture which locked the target on her, which put her in the camera’s crosshairs. Then he selected the ‘focus’ feature and turned it right down to zilch.
Her face grew a lot more comfortable as she stopped trying to pose and simply became herself, looking forwards blankly and dumbly, without a care in the world. Her head was up in the clouds, giving him license to play.
Naturally the first thing he had to do was get her out of that scruffy, baggy, paint stained clothing. It covered her figure up and didn’t flatter her one iota. Fortunately he had the ‘transparency’ setting on his side to make undressing her an easy task.
Bringing that value down low, her clothing slowly vanished away until she was left completely naked, letting him see the canvas he had to work with.
She was a thin, pale, girl who didn’t have much going for her in the chest and ass department. Guys who were into petite girls would probably have a field day with such a small, cutesy, figure but it wasn’t his thing at all. He liked his women shapely, showing off their T&A. Of course this wasn’t a problem though, after all he did have a camera which could provide her with both.
Brett aimed his shot at her flat peaks and made them swell in size with a simple press of a button. Very quickly they transformed from tiny to something fairly reasonable, but he craved bigger than that.
Their size just kept going up and up and up as he kept the button pressed down. They were like balloons being pumped up, managing to inflate up to a D cup and then even higher, starting to dominate her thin figure with their huge size.
They kept skipping through the alphabet, through E cup to F and then through G to H. It was at this point, with her breasts at least eight sizes bigger, that he released the button and left her with truly giant tits, looking so much better in his opinion.
With her upper half blessed with what nature had forgot to gift her, Brett strolled around so that he could get a peek at her small behind, Suki too unfocused to keep track of his movements, or his actions. With that tush in sight he aimed down and began to grow her again.
It was the same treatment as her chest got, just in a different place. Her asscheeks began to swell in size, gaining mass as they grew larger and softer, turning from something small and missable into total eye grabbers.
Brett grinned in satisfaction as her hips began to spread so that they could accommodate the extra weight being added to her lower half. In a matter of moments his magic camera had turned her figure from a stick figure into a voluptuous hourglass.
He didn’t ease up on his changes until she had an ass that some women would work their whole lives with daily gym sessions to achieve. Suki didn’t even need to perform a squat, the camera simply gave her that massive, juicy, booty without any trouble at all.
As he took his finger off the button, Brett went for a stroll around Suki to take a look over her new figure. She looked a lot better, super hot; he could feel her body making his pants feel tighter.
It was that throbbing down below that had Brett at a crossro
ads. He wanted to keep experimenting with the camera, but suddenly his body demanded attention. What was he to do? Then, seeing the brushes and bottles of paint everywhere, Brett got an idea. He’d recorded a video to change Lisa’s mindset, could he do the same to Suki with a picture?
Leaving his camera safely to the side for a moment, Brett took some paints and began to decorate his human canvas; he began to paint directly onto Suki’s naked body.
He dabbed a red heart shape around her belly button and then used some blue to write some messy text over and under.
Above the heart it read, “Brett’s.”
Underneath the heart is read, “Bimbo Slut.”
It wasn’t exactly Picasso but it was everything he needed, or felt that he needed anyway. There was no way to be sure without performing the final part in his ritual.
Brett put the paints away and took the camera back, snapping an image of the new and improved Suki, complete with the message that was stained onto her tummy.
With the picture in the file, Brett gave her some focus back and then turned the camera off to load up that option to save, one that he happily took. Then he stood back and watched the results.
Suki gasped out like something had suddenly hit her, coming back out of her trance like state. However the girl to return was not the same as the one who’d gone under.
“Woah, like what happened?” she asked, rubbing her head, “I like totes can’t remember what happened or nothing? Did I like fall asleep or something?”
Brett couldn’t help but smirk as she suddenly started speaking in such a dumb dialect. He felt he was onto something.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing Suki. Cute things like you shouldn’t think too hard, you’ll give yourself wrinkles.”
“OMG that’d be so bad! I like totes don’t wanna get wrinkles or nothing!”
“I know right? You wouldn’t wanna look bad for me, would you?”
“Like of course not! I wanna look super good for you?”
“And why’s that?” he purred at her smugly.
“Because I’m your bimbo slut!” she responded with a cheery giggle, jiggling around in place. Jackpot, his trick had really worked to the letter.
So the camera could change the thoughts of the target by using text or words. That was something very interesting which he’d have to remember for later. However in the present he had other things to take care of, like the fact he was feeling so darn aroused.
“Good girl,” he told her as he began to expose himself, “Now let’s carry on with our photoshoot. For our next picture I think you should be down on your knees, rubbing my cock in those big ol’ titties of yours.”
“Like right away!”
She dropped down to her knees in front of him as his hard dick came into view and got straight to work, smothering her soft cleavage around his hardness.
Brett moaned happily as the smothering embrace of her breasts squished him tight and pumped up and down, her hands coming from either side to compress her meaty jugs, trapping his shaft within a tight hold. Despite the fact he’d only just given her those huge tits she was using them like a natural.
This was the life. Getting his dick pleasured by a sexy young woman with an unbelievable bust, and he still had his hands free to carry on the makeover. Now she was officially a bimbo she needed the appearance to match. He turned the camera back on and got to work.
First thing first was those lips of hers. A little modification and he had another use for them, one he could hardly wait to try out. That was why he aimed and began to change, swelling them in size like he had her other good points.
Her lips grew thicker and fatter as they turned from nothing special to super puffy. Nobody would believe they were natural, apart from her, with only Brett knowing the truth.
He stopped changing her once she had a soft pair of face pillows which he was eager to feel. He couldn’t hold back, they looked so damn succulent.
“Hmm babe, give me more. Lean that head forwards and wrap your lips around my cock like a good bimbo.”
The obedient Suki did just that, keeping his shaft hugged into her breast embrace as she lowered her head and puckered up around the tip of his shaft, suckling with a messy slurp. His suspicion was right, it felt damn amazing!
Thanks to his hard work she had the tits, the ass, the lips and even the mindset of a bimbo, however she was still short of the barbie ideal. That was why he aimed at her again, determined to make her the perfect Asian barbie doll.
Suki had natural dark hair which was just perfect for playing around with. After all a different, certain, color would stand out on her more than just your average bimbo. That was why he moved into the ‘color’ options and began to take the value down, down, down.
A throb coursed through his loins as her black hair faded from the brunette shades all together and entered into the blonde's, into colors nobody would believe was anything but utterly fake! She could argue all she wanted with her brain too ditzy to know the truth but everybody would know there was no way that she was a natural blonde, just a true bimbo.
He didn’t go all the way down to platinum, he kept her with more of a honey coloring which he felt suited her nicely. It was still a little scruffy though, something he wanted to fix.
Digging around her finally found a promising tool labeled ‘sharpen’ that gave some promising results when used on those locks. Slowly her bedhead began to fade out, flattening into utterly straightened hair, not one out of place. It looked a lot better but he still didn’t love it. Suddenly it was too much! He had to go back the other way.
With surprising precision, seeing as there was a big distraction throbbing in from his loins, Brett slowly blurred her hair again to dilute her straightness into some curvy waves. It was a long way off her scruffy beginnings but still provided her hair with a lot of lift and character, drawing even more attention to it.
Brett was very pleased with his work. The bland artist he’d met at the doorway was buried until a stunning Asian bimbo, a big improvement in his book. She really got him going which his shaft demonstrated.
His hardness began to throb in her dual soft embrace, his excitement levels building as the tip leaked into her mouth. However that was nothing compared to the flow which was on its way.
While one hand was occupied with the camera, the other dug deep into Suki’s blonde locks and held tightly, dragging her head deep until she was basically kissing the entrance to her incredible cleavage. He was at his limit and he didn’t feel like holding back any longer.
“God you’re so damn sexy. Here I come babe, drink this down for me. I don’t want you to spill a drop.”
The sudden rush made his hips jerk around in place as he groaned out, his warmth gushing free, right into Suki’s mouth, right down into her throat. He was cumming into her, making her swallow it down, feeding her every drop and she eagerly accepted with a moan.
Her fat lips never eased up on the hug as she kept drinking down his ropes of seed, slurping down the raw cream until his flow finally faded to a halt. Even then she drank the final remnants from his shaft before sliding back with a saliva filled slurp.
“Hmm, so yummy!” she panted out, her cheeks glowing hotly, “Like your cum tastes so delish! I love it so much!”
Suddenly she had such a wonderful way of speaking, but he felt it could be a little better. That was why he used his camera again. It was a little awkward to do but he aimed at her open mouth and used the ‘soften’ feature.
“Try saying something else for me babes.”
“Like… like what?”
That was enough for him to hear the sudden change in her voice. The words were the same but suddenly they were coming out in a higher pitch, like a true girly girl.
Brett was really getting a hang of using the camera. He’d managed to change Suki’s hair, lips, chest, ass, voice and even her mind with just a few button presses. Was there even anything else he could possibly do to her? There cert
ainly was if he wasn’t thinking about the camera.
How utterly sexy she looked was making him hard again. Even though he’d only just came a few moments ago, her bimbo appearance was readying him up for another round.
“Fuck, you’re too damn sexy,” he growled at her, “You gotta have a bed somewhere around here, right?”
“Well like duh, yeah!”
“Then show me where it is, then I can get to pounding your brains out.”
She giggled in excitement as she took a hold of his free hand and began to lead him away, out of the ‘studio’ and into her bedroom which was actually free of a lot of the mess, even if splatterings of paint still managed to get everywhere.
Seeing as some flecks scattered around didn’t bother him, Brett dropped his body down onto the bed, onto his back, with his hardness pressed up.