"This could work" said Robert thinking. "You could become anyone. Like Scarlett Johanssen "
"Well yeah, I mean..." she started, her hair turning blonde as she spoke. "... if you like a little Black widow..." her waist slimmed down, her natural fat melting away her his chest pumped into a pair of c-cup breasts more impressive than she had naturally or even the pair she had had in her fake form. She could feel her clothes turn to black leather, hugging her suddenly firm, perk buttocks, as her top blended. She left the zip high, allowing her to pull it down with newly manicured fingers, "... then maybe you could try this on for size."
Robert couldn't believe. Sure dirty talk wasn't this chicks style, but damn. A chick looking exactly like Scarlett Johansson was in his living room, in a tight suit. She was teasing now, the zip down to the waist, a simple tug away from exposing her tits. This was better than that fim she had down. Robert knew what he had to do. He jumped off the sofa, and kissed straight on the lips. He could fell Allison's, no wait, Scarlett's (the fantasy had to be real in every sense) tongue glide into his mouth.
"Hold on, I have to get something sorted. " He pulled off for an agonising moment to dive into his bedroom. The camera was set up already, hidden from view, he just had to turn it on and...
"Hey baby.... is that a camera." Damn, this chick must be desperate. He had left for a moment and there she was, butt naked in his doorway. And hell those breasts were even more magnificence than the silver screen. She looked young, keen and wet for him where it mattered, her pink nipple erect and her plump lips ready for his cock. He didn't notice how angry his babe was suddenly.
"You were going to film me." A new jersey tint seemed to enter her accent as she folded her arms under her breasts.
"Well yeah," said Robert as he maneuvered himself onto the bed.
"That's sick," she walked out the room. Normally he'd love to watch that ass leave, but he ready to shake his blue balls.
"Babe," he jumped off the bed and followed her out the room, she shirt hanging off him. She was already changed back when he caught up to her. "Damn"
"You were going to film me, while we were having sex." she scolded him "how can I trust you."
"Babe, it's nothing personal, but the chance to have the world's only Scarlett sex tape...."
"Don't you dare. That was setup already. You were going to film me and you weren't going to let me know. Your a pervert."
"But it's not really you, I would never film you" he said, barely able to look at her naked body now she had morphed back to real form. She was beginning to realise what a mistake she had made.
"I mean, who does it hurt, the videos are private, only for my eyes. Well my eyes and a few friends." he was smiling, the same charming smile that had first caught her eye. Now it just made her sick.
"And I swear I would never make a tape like that of the real you."
She nearly tore the shirt in hands apart.That was too much. She knew he was vain, that valued looks highly, but to have this little respect for women. Her heart break turned to fury. She was so enraged so could feel from her head to the tendons of her toes. This man would do this to her.
"Listen a man has certain needs babe." he simply explained smugly.
"A man..." she began pulling her shirt on. "A man..." he could feel the rage in her voice, and then as the shirt came down he could see her eyes. They were glowing. He suddenly realised he might have reason not to cross this chick.
"Your not a man..." she smirked walking out the door...