”I wish this chick looked like a porn star,” said the new Kevin.
”What?!” exclaimed Jennifer.
”Excellent,” I said, and went to work. Jennifer’s hair had been a medium brown dyed black, but I altered it to a natural platinum blonde that turned black at the roots, thickened it, grew it to the middle of her back, and ensured that she’d never be able to cut or dye it.
I only made minor tweaks to her face -- longer and thicker eyelashes, higher cheekbones, and of course plumped her lips into definite cocksuckers -- but then I gave her the same permanent-makeup treatment that Elizabeth and I had created earlier in the evening, including the fingernails and toenails.
I made Jennifer’s hips and ass more curvy, but only slightly so -- I was interested in keeping her as the skinny type of porn star. That would include breasts that were too large for her small frame, and I first contemplated implanting silicone into her, but what fun was doing something that anyone -- well, any trained plastic surgeon -- could do? Instead, I caused her breasts to grow with additional tissue. I sculpted them to the point where they sat proudly on her chest, unnaturally round and perky, looking fake but feeling real.
I gave her a bouquet of flowers on her lower back, but actually couldn’t bring myself to mark her skin, which we’d already made flawless, with any more tattoos. That didn’t stop me from adding piercings, though, and by the time I was through, she had a charm dangling from her navel, a ring through one nostril, several new rings through both ears, several rings through her clit and labia, and three studs through her tongue in a triangle pattern.
I couldn’t resist keeping her clothing all black, but it was now a a latex bikini with a fishnet minidress over it, plus thigh-high stockings and patent-leather platform sandals. My final alteration was removing the dog-collar studs from her choker and instead adding raised silver letters spelling out “FUCK ME.”
For her, the transformation had been nearly instantaneous, and she looked down into her new cleavage, holding up her hands and their overly long fingernails in disbelief.
”Awesome!” proclaimed Kevin.
”N-no,” said Jennifer, who seemed to be almost in tears. “It’s my turn, right? I wish to be myself again -- just a normal high school girl.”
Elizabeth and I looked at each other, both realizing what she’d just given us carte blanche to do. However, despite our demonic nature, we did still possess a tiny bit of humanity. We decided wordlessly what we were going to do, Elizabeth nodded to me, and...