Snapping the picture in front of the gym Rick had expected to become a stereotypical buff man - one that perhaps Emily would be attracted to when she turned back into her normal form. At first, when still recovering from the light, he thought it had worked, feeling significantly more fit. Even the weight he still felt on his chest was chalked up to new muscle mass. However, as soon as he recognized that he still couldn't feel his member he knew something had gone wrong. He blinked a few times and looked down, letting out a groan as his view was still filled with substantial cleavage.
Emily let out a small chuckle at seeing Rick was still a woman, not yet recognizing her own changes. At the moment both were focused on Rick's new body. He looked to be a bit younger than before, but that was simply due to his healthier body giving such an appearance. His hair was still as long as before, but now it was tied up into a ponytail. His boobs - now snug in a deep red yoga top - actually grew a cup from Cs up to Ds partly due to this new reality having 'Rebecca' massage her boobs alongside her other exercises. While his butt didn't grow, it was still amazingly large, being clear to see given his new black yoga pants. Most significantly was his new physique which was incredibly fit. He had biceps, triceps, quads, and even a noticeable 6-pack! Obviously this body was quite the athlete now, and bound to catch the attention of many men. In fact, a few passerby were already ogling him!
Rick quickly jogged back to Emily with a furrowed brow - especially noting how his breasts still jiggled as he did so. The male passerby continued to ogle those, alongside his butt which bounced drastically and seductively with each step. "This is ridiculous...why do I always have to turn into a woman with this thing?" he whined, notably sounding much huskier than before.
"Who knows? Maybe you were just meant to be a woman!" Emily snickered, trying to twirl her dress around for feminine emphasis. The issue was she wasn't wearing a dress anymore. In fact, it was quite similar to the soccer uniform Emile had been wearing, only differing in having pink letters instead of blue. It was all an obvious by product of 'Rebecca's' new sporty influence being reflected on 'her daughter'.
Her boyfriend turned mother now noticing these changes snickered back: "And maybe you were meant to be a soccer player". Looking at her new uniform, he also noticed that Emily looked much taller than she did before he transformed, not to mention with much more hair on her head. "Hey...are you older too?"
She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow before noticing the changes herself, as well as the additional formation of small boobs, presumably from puberty. By the looks of things, she was about 13 now. "Huh. I guess you're right."
"How'd that happen? The camera environmental changed me not you..."
Emily put her hand on her chin before giving a sly smirk. "Well...given that your body seems to be much more outgoing than before with how you exercised, you were probably more...'active' in the bedroom. And thus 'I' was born earli-"
"A-Alright, I get it!" Rick stammered, not wanting to think about it more than he had to. Still, the idea stuck itself in his mind: fucking Emily's father...something this body seemed to be turned on by given the new heat in his pussy. Not to mention his muscles, which he suddenly had a strong desire to flex...to be ogled...to be touched.
He was about to use the camera again to entirely get rid of these feelings before Emily spoke. "Okay, it should be my turn, right?"
Right. They were taking turns now...still, at the moment he really didn't want to stay like this, even for what should be Emily's turn.