"Perhaps I should introduce Cameron." as Michelle's eyes widened in fear and horror. Camille pulled out a pair of boxer shorts from the top drawer, they lurked beneath her selection of panties, thongs, and bras.
Shaking his head no, Michelle mumbled her objections, through the tape gag.
She could only watch powerlessly, as Camille pulled the boxers up her soft legs. As she pinged the waistband into place, they were already going to work. Her taut tummy gained more definition, a six pack forming to replace the toned stomach. Michelle watched as coarse hair spread over Cameron's stomach. The thick coat, rising towards her chest, that was flattening, broadening, as her shoulders widened taking on more masculine proportions.
She tried to avoid the boxers, and the hair, as it disappeared beneath the waistband. But her eyes were drawn to the bulge there. As it pulsed, and grew, in time with each beat of her heart. Trying to look away, her gaze drifted downwards, her thighs losing their soft roundness, taking on a more muscular appearance. The sinews shifting beneath her thighs drawing Michelle's eyes, as they flexed and tightened.
Experimentally, Camille's hand came down, caressing her arse. Then with more pleasure, more acceptance, it's taut, more muscular nature.
His hand slipped round to the front, "I think Camille's gone now." He grabbed his crotch appreciatively, "Say hello to Cameron."
At his touch, he stiffened even more, swelling to greater dimensions. Michelle wished she could look away, that she could fight her body's instinctual reaction to an aroused man. A need grew in her belly, and her mouth was parched. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. But she just looked more wanton, more needy, as Cameron advanced towards her. Her heart quickened as she thought about what was coming next.