Magic Thighs (Lynette TG) (Patreon)

"Seat I-37 you are our lucky volunteer! Seat I-37 come up..."

Jack was stuck in his seat hoping the magician would just move on, hopelessly embarrassed at the idea of going up onstage. When he'd heard about one of those adult magician shows coming to his area, he had been curious, but the last thing he wanted was to be the center of any of the perverted tricks he'd seen. He just wanted to be a passive observer enjoying the show which made it all the more horrifying when the effeminate magician onstage called out his seat number for the show's main trick of the night. All hopes he could just duck out of it were squashed the second three large spotlights angled his way as a sea of expectant eyes turned towards him.

"Everyone cheer on our lucky volunteer. He's going to be the star of our biggest, sexiest trick of the night so give him a round of applause."

Jack wanted to bail but the crowd was urging him on, the peer pressure forcing him onstage with his heart thumping loudly. There were a few thousand eyes all on him and the magician, Jack hoping his cheeks weren't as red as he felt they were from the sheer embarrassment he was feeling as the magician continued.

"Now thankfully we had a few willing volunteers for the lewder tricks, but usually I have an assistant here to be a feast for the eyes and add some pressure between the thighs for all of you watching. I won't get into why she left, but I'm happy to say our lucky volunteer will take over where she left off. That's right, before all of your skeptical eyes I'm going to make a sexy assistant appear."

Jack had no idea what the hell this guy was talking about. Was he going to be whisked into a box where he'd just step out or something? Seemed kind of lame as a big trick. He waited for the moment the magician would whisper into his ears what to-

"Though to start I'll need my real wand back. If you could just be a dear and..."

He clapped and Jack choked, confusion and panic replacing all the embarrassment as something popped in his throat. It jabbed into his soft palette, Jack's head snapping upwards as something thick filled his esophagus, his choking dying down as it seemed to soften to a higher groan as his muscles tensed as if they were retching only for a smooth cylinder to poke up from his lips. Somehow a wand had popped up in his throat, and worryingly rather than gagging him Jack found his lips oddly puckering around it sensually the longer it was there, no trace of a gag reflex as his tongue ran up and down the shaft till the magician grabbed the exposed white cap and pulled it all the way out.

"Thank you babe. Why don't you give the audience a nice purr."

"H-How did you- Oh my god my voice?! How is this possible?"

Even yelling Jack's voice came out far softer than it should have, a clearly feminine airy tone devoid of emotion. This led to a round of applause, Jack realizing that the muted reaction came out more as part of the show than the real horror he was feeling, his hands pawing at his throat as he felt no trace of his Adam's Apple and the usual hair on the bottom of his chin gone, the entire thing smooth to the touch.

"I can't believe this is happening! Please I-"

The magician cleared off the spit with a flick of his wrist, waving his hands around as the muscles in Jack's body stiffened, Jack unable to move, unable to speak, his face slacking to a neutral, seemingly uninterested expression as a gloved finger wagged in his face.

"I know my magic is so good it doesn't seem real! Buuut~ we wouldn't want to let the audience worry too much would we? After all, a proper assistant is obedient. A proper assistant is cute! Now stay still and quiet because we're just getting started."

Another wave and Jack could move again, but didn't, his lips sealed shut as the magician moved to his next trick.

"Yes yes, I can hear you all talking to yourselves. That adorable voice really did come from this man. Appearances can be deceiving. For example, take this ear."

Jack tried to run away but his body didn't move, the only hint of his panic the telltale strains as muscles tensed, yet nothing happened. He was more like a posable doll than a person at this point as the magician pinched the lobe of his ear, tugging and moving it boisterously to the crowd, as if to prove it was real somehow. Jack didn't know what was about to happen, but he tried even harder to move as the magician cupped it with a raised palm.

"As I've shown it's real and yet... What's this? Something on your scalp? No this can't... Oh my!"

If he could have, he would have recoiled as the magician gripped a lock of hair atop his scalp, pulling to the point of pain once, twice, his palm suddenly flattening as a muffled hiss of pleasure slipped from Jack's lips. The sound of the show muffled for a few seconds, Jack's right ear sucked into a tight hole as he could feel the mass squish against his skull, sliding upwards as a cross of nausea and pleasure rocked his body, his meek little mewls a pathetic reaction as it felt like his brain was cumming as the magician gave his scalp one more tug.

FLLLLP

Jack didn't know how he could stay standing as his eyes rolled upwards, the pull unfurling a thick, twitchy cat ear as a thick blush filled his cheeks. The new pleasure center was quickly stroked by the magician, making some monotone moans weakly leave his lips, Jack feeling dizzy as half the sound echoed loudly in the new appendage, his boxers damp as his stunned body hummed with every stroke. The magician raised his hand, revealing the now flat side of his unwilling volunteer's head before letting the hair settle.

"That must have been really uncomfortable. I can't believe you were hiding such a big fluffy ear there. At this rate you'll have the audience doubting me. Could I have another volunteer come up here? Who thinks this was fake?"

Jack wanted to scream as an array of hands rose, a nerdy skeptic chosen to come up on stage and check for himself. He needed to do something, help literally staring him in the eyes as the volunteer was guided to his other ear, pulling hard on it as Jack's eyes welled with tears.

"Have you confirmed it's real? Are you satisfied it's really there?"

The volunteer nodded

"Ah but what if it's hiding under the scalp. Could you give a nice big tug in this area?"

More pain, Jack less a person and more a prop to the skeptical member as he tugged at clumps of hair to near the point of ripping them off before giving up, that pain followed by another round of moans as they squeezed and petted the new ear twitching asymmetrically above.

"Well then you've seen it for yourself. And yet... If you could do the honors. Just cup and push and presto."

He was going insane as the volunteer's greasy fingers gripped the edges of his remaining ear, part of Jack's scalp throbbing as he folded the lobe against the top of it, pushing it in as the dampness in Jack's pants spread with every squeeze. It was like the most torturous foreplay as the audience member unknowingly pushed his real ear inside, clearly trying to see how it worked as they pulled it out and in repeatedly giving a sensation like fucking before pushing too far, the whole appendage slithering inside as a matching, tender cat ear burst from his scalp.

The audience oohed and ahhed at the display, his muted moans adding to their enjoyment, the skeptic confused as he began stroking and prodding the new ear till Jack couldn't take it anymore, cumming as they roughly stroked and pinched two organs even more sensitive than his cock. Jack was panting so hard he couldn't even hear what was being said, his knees trembling together from the unmitigated teasing he was being subjected to. Words could barely describe the intensity of it, the headpats so erotic his spent cock quickly hardened once more as his scalp was jerked left and right as a trick to be solved.

"Well since you can't seem to figure it out, I'll ask you this. What's your favorite hair color on a girl? Pick any color you like."

"Pale blonde with highlights."

"Any specific color for the highlights? Be specific."

"Uh... like teal?"

"Well then I'd like you to remember that and give a nice long pull to the back of his head if you could."

This time the pain wasn't nearly as bad, but a weird gluey feeling accompanied it, Jack feeling a line unsticking from his forehead as his dark hair wrenched free with a wet sounding pop, ash blonde locks spilling into his view as bangs tickled his cheeks, the tugged locks pulling out of his skull as his hairs spilled down his back into a tied ponytail. Jack had no idea what kind of face he was making but his tongue was definitely hanging out, his body so pent up he felt like he was losing his mind from how good everything felt.

"Hmm... It's not as sexy with a guy's face huh? Let's give the audience a face to match that adorable voice of yours."

The volunteer had been ushered off the stage by this point, the magician holding up a mirror so Jack could see. His hair looked like it had been to many salons, tufts and bangs all stylized and shaped to perfection, the ears on top of his hair twitching in a way he'd want to pet if he wasn't the one who had them. It was such a surreal sight he barely even noticed the wand till it tapped his nose.

"Presto Changeo. Feel free to let the audience know how good this feels."

Jack could only speak in squeals and moans, mewling like an alley cat in heat as the bones of his face shifted and curved. The audience loved it, their applause adding to the perverse nature of the changes as he moaned publicly,  helpless as his cheeks shrank and puffed, lips luscious and cute, his eyes spreading his skull as they widened into two lust filled amethysts. In some fucked up way, Jack couldn't deny how good it felt as his hips thrust minutely, cum spilling down his legs as his nose thrust into his pink matter, his forehead shrinking till all he could see in the mirror was a cute girl moaning desperately, mascaraed lashes fluttering as his cock throbbed on the edge of a massive release.

"Ahhh ah th-that's me?"

"The improved you, yes. And it sounds like the audience almost enjoyed that almost as much as you. Don't you appreciate all the attention?"

All the hairs on his body came to life, stiffly standing straight as his skin hummed under the thousands of eyes drilling into him, so many whispers of people trying to figure out how it was being done, others turned on or wondering if he was an exhibitionist. Like the stares his hairs were drilling deeper, Jack mewling less intensely as his skin shivered under the hot lights, feeling like it was melting as it became a uniform creamy shade, his hands tapped by the wand next.

"You're being such a good girl you deserve a reward. Here show everyone how much you love your new head."

Jack stammered as his hands spasmed and softened, gloves forming as his arms withered under his dress shirt, fabric pooling as he began to stroke his new ears against his will. He wasn't allowed to stop till he had cum, this time his body allowed to shake and thrust in place, the whole audience cheering as the truth dawned on him. He had just blown his load for a massive audience, and all of them knew it to his utter mortification.

"It's a good start, but that's all it is, a start. For the next one... Ah I know, let's do a real classic..."

Jack couldn't speak again, left staring at the wandering eyes of the crowd, ashamed of the clear erection tenting his pants, the obvious damp spot, his new ears so much better at hearing that he could pick up all the suggestive comments coming from the audience adding to his embarrassment. It also meant he could hear wheels squeaking, wood groaning, his heart thumping as he wondered what was going to be changed next.

It was a raised square with a velvet curtain over the front, the back unlocking as it was wheeled around Jack, surrounding him on all sides as the bars were locked. It went from knee level to a bit below his navel, the magician tutting in mock annoyance.

"The point of this trick is to jump straight through my assistant, but as you can see he's a bit too tall. But I'll try my best. Ready?"

No he wasn't but it's not like he had a choice, another tap of the wand on Jack's left cheek forming a star that made the muscles contract, his head nodding as the magician circled behind, out of sight. Jack heard his steps distance themselves, a shuffle before five loud, thundering skips and then-

There was a loud thunk as Jack came, his lips puckered into a pout as something rammed against his cock, his hips shuddering as something big tried to spread and fuck him apart. His mouth filled with saliva from silenced screams, a completely different kind of pleasure radiating outwards as something heavy tumbled behind, the entire audience laughing as Jack felt like he was cumming his brains out. God it was like there was a hollow crack between his hips now, his innards rubbing together with every breath, the shuddered pleasure driving him crazy with lust as he groaned with need.

"That's what I get for not doing it the right way. There has to be a way to make this work. Where's the height adjuster? Was it this one?"

Intense arousal switched to nausea as Jack felt like his body was being torn, muffled grunts the only sign of discomfort as his cock whacked against the wooden siding, somehow swiping against despite his inability to move as he nearly passed out. The velvet curtain opened as the entire audience gave a shocked gasp. Looking down he could see why, wishing he could join them, his backside somehow facing the wrong way as his entire midsection down to his hips had twisted 180.

"Well that's not right. I know it's here somewhere..."

Jack felt like he had fallen into a nightmare, everyone cheering and laughing as the magician's hands roamed around the box, feeling around till they were groping his front-facing ass at a spot above his jeans.

"There it is. Now I have to warn everyone, don't try this at home. Leave this kind of thing to the professionals."

His hands pinched around something invisible, Jack's body shuddering as his spine felt tight, something worming down, wriggling against the fingers tapping around the base of his spine.

"Guess this is a two for one deal. You've seen a rabbit out of a hat, now how about a tail out of a-"

Jack didn't hear the rest, his brain boiling as every part of him erupted in bliss, the most intense, pounding pleasure spreading like fire. It was like his entire body was cumming, tears sliding down his cheeks as his usual watery releases weren't enough to satiate this impossible burning bliss. He was cumming out his spine, inches slippery and wet as they squirted out above his ass, the room spinning as his height was pulled roughly, Jack unsure if he could have even made a noise from the overwhelming sensation as over a foot of height erupted into an entirely new piece of his body.

God he had a second cock, one that swayed back and forth, making every muscle tremble as he mewled quietly like a naughty kitten, his ponytail long enough to brush by his swinging cat tail in a way that felt like trying to hump a feather duster. Jack could barely think, lost in the echoing applause, feeling so tiny, so weak, strong stage lights making his skin drip with sweat as he gave a shamefully appreciative purr as his tail was stroked. His body felt all wrong, everything slimmer and tender and small. Fuck he could feel it his jeans slipping down his flat hips, his dress shirt rubbing against the base of his tail alongside his hair. If his legs weren't locked into place he'd have collapsed into a puddle by now; the show would have ended.

"There we go. Knew it was somewhere around here, though I think my assistant needs a moment and it'll be a tight fit. If you could just raise your bac- I mean front..."

His spine curved so easily now that it was hard not to thrust his ass out, the sight starting to feel part of some fucked wet dream the longer this went on, Jacke almost appreciating how kind master was being before shaking his head. He had to clear it the p-pleasure was making him feel fu-

"I suppose it's time for a card trick. I know you want to see me run through her right now but a lot of the boys in this audience could stand to learn a thing or two about foreplay."

Jacke was so dazed he almost laughed with them b-but he was supposed to take it. The audience loved a stoic receiv- The submissive thought was interrupted by two halves of a deck of cards being neatened atop his ass, Jycke's tail raising as he slowly began shuffling. It felt like dozens of microspanks, causing a rumbling sort of arousal as the flat muscle began to rise, each round of shuffling making Jycke mewl as bubbles of fat seemed to burst with each quick, rhythmic slap.

Being used like a table wasn't helping this growing sense of distance in his mind, Jycke squirming as a need built for the act to continue, the real trick making that gap inside throb. Even with his ass turned towards the audience his boxers were so slickened with cum there were damp spots creeping around the back like chilly fingers rumbling against the warm, building heft of his cheeks. It was like this he was left to stew as the magician did his card trick, spending the next few minutes picking an audience member and having them pick a card through a convoluted process.

It was torture, Lycke's arousal making his mind feel like it was going to leak out his ears, that crack squirming inside. It scared him how much he wanted it to continue but he needed whatever was being done to him to go further. He needed release. He didn't even hear the whole trick play out, only catching the ending when master came back. Lycke had been waiting around like a good girl s-so surely he'd finally move on to the next big-

SMACK

Lycke wanted to scream, two halves of the deck slamming into his ass, shuffling through the skin and into the muscle as his ass bloated into a plush cushion. His boxers were struggling to contain the girth, their thickness almost painful as Lyceke's cheeks rubbed together, the smooth flesh unbearably tender as tiny plinks of fabric tore off. He knew the next trick had to make it better, his insides desperate for a good ramming. O-Oh god what was he thinking? He didn't want to be master's plaything.

"Well I think that's enough of a distraction, though I'd say my ASS-istant's plenty distracting enough as is. I feel like I'm forgetting something... Oh right. Well first we turn him back around..."

Even nausea couldn't stem the heat Lyceke had throughout his body, pure anticipation making him desperate for it to get on as his midsection was swiveled back in place.

"We close the curtain. After all, we want to give him SOME privacy..."

Even closed his erection was poking out, his eyes half lidded. It didn't even matter how many people were ogling his erection he just needed master to-

THUNK THUNK THUNK SPLFF

CRACK

This time his body gave easily to master's will, Lyceke forced to quietly take it as his body passed through his innards. Lyceke's prostate popped, pleasure carving out gaps as shoulders rammed against two thin blocks. His hips splintered apart, his cock too crammed to even cum as instead each small buck made it feel like he was cumming out master instead as he slid out the curtains. Lyceke felt like he was splitting apart, a hollow cavity filled with heat boiling out the last of his semen as it all came squirting out after master in an ungodly mess, his boxers torn to shreds as wide womanly hips finally fit his massive ass.

"I should've known. Now I'll have to get this dry cleaned. Next time I'll have to let the front row know it's the splash zone. Let’s make sure you're not hiding any more unpleasant surprises in there."

Finally getting to cum had at least cleared up Lyceke's head enough for the horror to kick in. Even now his body was feeling hot and needy, but the ease in which his mind had caved to the pleasure had felt seamless. He didn't want to be eye candy for a crowd of p-pervs. H-He didn't he didn't he-

"Hmm? What's this? A thread?"

The frame was wheeled off, giving the crowd a full view of Lyceke's erect cock as he was forced to stand with his hands clasped behind his back, trembling nervously as the edge of something dark and damp dangled from the tip of his dick. It was a simple trick, one he had seen dozens of times before, the crowd eating it up as the magician tweezed the scrap of pantyhose as Lyceke's felt his balls tense and-

FFFFFFFFF

With as serious and stoic of a face as he could muster, the magician pulled out length after length, the crowd cheering as Lycekte was bathed in lewd catcalling and encouragement, each length like its own unfulfilling orgasm as his left ball sank with every pull. In and out, cords pulling tighter, nerves digging inwards, his masculinity unspooling as his ball sank into a damp crater, his cock throbbing as a thicker lip bunched inside. For just a few seconds it hurt, requiring a few rough tugs, the connected ball slamming against his internals before knocking loose with a slurp. One pant leg free and the open hem, his remaining ball sucked tight against his body.

Lycekte's muscles felt sore, every pent up inch of his body softening from the strain of having to hold still, the most drawn out release in his life as blue ball ached as it unraveled, inch after inch of the remaining pantyhose leg sliding out like a reverse fuck as the constant roaring cheers of the audience dizzied him. It was a much more seamless process which meant there was no grand moment of release, Lycekte a trembling mess as his balless cock let go of the last bit, two ovaries nestled deep and filling him with a buttery sort of submissive warmth.

"Sorry folks, my assistant isn't exactly the brightest. You're supposed to put these on, not in. Let's get you dressed."

Even if he could move, Lycekte was so exhausted he doubted he could resist at this point, the pantyhose animated like a snake by the wand as the hem slid over his feet, his shoes and socks dissolving as they slid up his legs, mashing against his lanky limbs as they wrapped over his ass. Another tap of the wand and Lynekte's top squeezed, the breath punched out, followed by muscle, plenty of back and shoulders showing as a corset sculpted his core, shameful thoughts of master squeezing her waist and pulling her tail filling his head as he gave a half-groaned "Nyaaaa~" to the eager eyes ogling his nearly finished body.

The dress was made of firm fabric tightly stuck to his slender figure, Lynekte struggling to remain conscious as his cock was nestled between layers of skirt fabric, pantyhose squeezing his cock as it rubbed around the hollow gap between his thighs. Even with the orders to stay still his entire body was shuddering, so much public embarrassment and pleasure making him feel weak all over.

"Go and fetch the ball jar for my next trick, would you?"

Somehow he knew where that was, taking a few steps to an onstage cabinet, bringing out a glass jar filled with foam balls. He only made it halfway back before the squeeze of pantyhose made his cock try to cum, beads of clear liquid moistening the tip as he softly grunted. His legs gave out, leaving him splayed with his ass exposed to everyone as the jar shattered. Surely someone had to realize this wasn't part of the show everything was part of the show.

"Stand up assistant. I didn't realize you were this clumsy. Maybe I should have picked someone else from the audience."

Lynekete struggled to his feet, hoping just maybe he'd be let go, but then she wouldn't have a master to-

"Well I need some place to store all these! Any ideas assistant? Oh I know..."

"Mmgh nngh ahhh..."

People were pointing, eyes drawn in by the diving neckline where two nipples were noticeably jogging up and down. His tail and ears were twitching, the trembling obvious even without audible moans how good it must have felt as balls of foam moved from hand to hand before popping into Lynekte's chest. First his nipples perked and widened, two bullseyes to draw in everyone's attention before the ball by ball they began to fill the only loose bit of the outfit.

It seemed to take ages, the horny looks from the audience, the flamboyant tricks that all ended with another small jostle of breast growth, and a desperate need to cum from an organ whose tubes were so thoroughly tied even Houdini would have trouble working them free. Ever so slowly they bubbled up, from small cones, to tiny fruit, Lynette squirming as his nipples rubbed against the silk covered leather of her corset dress, his tits slowly squeezing together as he desperately wanted to play with them, but he was stuck with her hands behind his back. He had to give the audience a show.

What felt like ages only took two minutes, Lynette's hefty cleavage gleaming under the lights, dripping with sweat in a euphoric daze. They were packed in unbelievably tight inside, her innards squirming as he could barely think. Wh-Who was he? Why was he struggling? Why were so m-many people watching him? Why d-did it feel so good m-master…

"And now for the final part of the trick. The one I bet you've all been waiting for. It's time to make our lovely assistant's cock... disappear! Now if you'd be so kind, Lynette."

He moved to the edge of the stage, begging for anyone to see, to realize what was happening, yet all he could hear were the excited whispers of people wondering what the trick was, people sure that he never even existed, clearly just master's obedient prop to be used as master wanted.

"Hmm, I'm not sure everyone's getting a good view of this. Lynette, show them you've got nothing up your skirt... Well besides the obvious."

The skirt detached with the sound of velcro, his skinny thighs and knobby knees squirming under so much scrutiny. They felt... inadequate. Ugly. Manly. The pantyhose unflattering against such stunted, weak-

"And let's give you a boost. I think we made you too short before. Come now Lynette, give everyone the best show on earth. You want all the attention..."

She groaned, feeling as if every horny fantasy inside the audience's mind was playing out invisibly on her body, the forced volunteer now a forced participant to every horny thought as thousands of lustful eyes carved her legs into perfection. Invisible tongues and lips and fingers ran over her calves, pinching and sucking and molding them longer, lost inches returning as her legs began to grow. Her feet were being squeezed, cuddled, fondled, licked, toes popping as they dug in, her soles somehow scraped free of callus and wear as if they were sculpted to naturally fit high heels, her own heels sanded and arched as her cock continued to throb.

It felt right being their plaything, being their curvy catgirl to tease and fuck as the hot stage lights made her cock burn or maybe that was just the rising heft of her thighs as they squeezed tighter and tighter around it. Her brain felt similar, being squeezed and fondled and fucked as she raised her hands to a cutesy catgirl pose as it felt natural to do this, it felt right.

"I'll let you do the honors assistant. Just tap it and it'll all be over."

He didn't even order it, sliding his wand into her curled hands, Lynette panting as her cock boiled like a stump of hot wax under the glares of the crowd, the spotlights all on her thick, squeezing thighs, the round curve of her hips leading such an enticing line down to her angled knees, her calves and feet all sculpted under every horny thought rolling through her body as she groaned. Her cock sh-she couldn't get read of it b-but the audience wanted a grand finale, the audience ahhh the attention, the accolades sh-she didn't... She didn't care about some detachable prop.

"Abra Cadabraaaa..."

There was barely a hitch in her monotone as she tapped her tip with the wand, the blush slowly fading, the telltale trembling fading. Yet somehow she was cumming her brains out internally. In some odd inversion the less expression she showed the better it felt, the professionalism one of her best features besides her legs as she spread her thighs, letting her tail squeeze around one of her juicy thighs as she slowly wriggled her hips as the shaft continued to lower inside her trapdoor.

It continually shrank as she continued the routine, draping her legs over the side of the stage, spreading them wide in a V, her toned calves barely showing a hint of strain as the crowd watched her cock sink through the tight pantyhose. It shrank till it was a barely visible stub, the tip ramming against her, the entire submerged cock violently writhing as Lynette gave a mock show of discomfort. Muscle speared through the shaft, spreading it, ripping it open, fucking her into a complete mess all while her flat face barely seemed to register any of it beyond what she needed for the final trick.

"Ah?"

Everyone was watching, her hands clutched to her core.

"Ah?"

The wand was pressed against her tip, thrusting as it pushed the lump in, all the pressure and pleasure pushing against it as it squirmed slowly into its final cue as every cell lit up in the throes of ecstasy, Lynette pushing the entire wand in till it popped as it vanished inside her pussy, her hand waving to the onlookers as she came out a chaotic mess of cards that fluttered to the rows below.

"Ta da... Purrverts."

The stoic response ended with a shake of her hips, the detached skirt blooming open once more, letting the crowd see her outlined cameltoe before it fluttered down as she squeezed her curvaceous thighs shut.

Rounds of applause followed, the stoic catgirl's tail flicking back and forth as the only sign she was enjoying it, rolling her eyes as she knew it always got the crowd excited the more uninterested and annoyed you looked as eye candy. It made it feel like they were savoring something they shouldn't be apparently, not that she really cared as long as it kept master and the crowd happy. She still was vaguely aware she was a guy a few minutes ago, but she just didn't give a shit. It was hard to care about some random attendee so many shows into a long career that was becoming clearer in her head, not needing any prompting to move into the final part.

"I bet some real geniuses will tell you this is all fake."

Lynette squeezed her cleavage, rolling her eyes as she did a slow spin letting everyone drool over her curves.

"Normally I'd say seeing is believing, but since half of you can't seem to keep your tongues in your mouths, well I'll just have to let as many of you do whatever you want to me for the next half hour. Yaaaawn. At least try to keep me excited ya purrvs."

It didn't take long for the first person to nervously move to the stage, almost unsure as they squeezed one of her breasts, having to work their hand in between the tight leather to give it a good fondle while she gave her best "whatever" look.

More were coming, excited to see where she hid everything, what she was hiding, the skeptics saying they just had to inspect every inch as she wondered how long it'd take to be stripped naked. Well it's not like she minded. She knew what she had signed up for. She was her master's specialist trick, a prop no one could resist playing with as she gave a disinterested sigh. What could she say? She was born to please an audience.