Curiosity got the better of Ken as he watched his slave run lotion all over his copious breast flesh, which even while lying down retained its shape and jutted proudly into the air. Grabbing his book he flipped to the page containing his information and, a midst the mess he had created in changing himself, wrote that he had no nipples, sex organs or anus. His nipples were the first to go each pulling itself into its respective breast with an audible pop sound, an awful lot like the poping of a soda can. Following the four successive pops, all of the feeling from his junk disappeared as its measly 4 inch size began to shrink. Reaching his hand down into his pants he felt the last remnants mold smoothly into a plate of bone and muscle just like the slave. He didn't need to look to feel that his anus was gone, not that he could, he just felt freedom between his cheeks. Looking back at the book temporarily, he read that clothing was now unnecessary for him, and proceeded to stand up and strip in the middle of the beach. The double bikini top peeled of easily as Ken ordered his slave to untie the strings. Rubbing his hands along his curves the absence of any imperfections overjoyed him. Having his slave pull his trunks off of him he first felt his crotch and the blank slate that it was followed by the shallow canyon of his ass crack. The smoothness felt incredible, but was interrupted by the rough skin he still had. Knowing this Ken decided...