Full inspection

As I had grown into the role of Ringmaster, I figured the women I'd be exerting control over would be catch-as-catch-can. If I wanted a blonde, green eyed librarian with E cups that waxes daily, I'd have to find one. Of course, I could just make a women have those traits, but that could end up being a lot more effort than worth it. Now, however, I had access to undoubtedly the hottest women I had ever seen, possibly that has ever existed, and she just told me nothing was off limits. Technically, the only thing off limits to me now was a full view of her body, so that's the first thing I change. "Jeanie, get fully naked." She gives me a sly smirk as she adjusted on the couch to face me.

"Well, Pete, I'll do what I can, but these chains are more than just aesthetic. I'm bound to the ring in a literal sense, so these manifest that bondage." She winked on the final word. "But, their physical form can be altered to still fit your commands." As she was explaining her wardrobe choice, she had gotten on her knees on the wide, leather cushions of the couch, with her fingers intertwined behind her head, thrusting her enchained chest forward for my view of the coming alterations. As I looked in awe, the chains started to swirl and slither, like a living ouroboros stretched across her whole body. While the twisting metal form circled its wearer, it started to flex and altered its route. Like a mechanized lock opening, the chains retreated to reveal Jeanie's large nipples to my view, until they encircled her tits from below and settled into more of a shelf bra, displaying her large, pale, chest fully. Her chain panties shifted in a similar fashion, like curtains rising on opening night to reveal naturally trim labia peeking through her mound. The chains settled on her like a garter belt, with a belt snug on her hips and smaller chains hugging tightly on her flexing thighs.

In the Abrahamic religions, it is said Moses was permitted to see the backside of God as He walked away from him, because seeing His full visage would destroy Moses. Even the retreating view was said to change how Moses himself appeared to others. I am now certain that God must have had breasts like Jeanie's for that to be true. Ariana Grande was right: I believe. Every inch of Jeanie in this presenting pose looked erotic and tempting. Her thighs flexed to support her curvy frame, and I could peek between them at the hanging fat of her asscheeks. Her waist was obviously toned, like an expert MMA fighter or a lumberjack. It had a dominating sexuality Peter never realized was so arousing on a woman. Her chest was a mind boggling sight, as her massive but still perky tits were capped by wide puffy nipples that I should have been able to notice when her chains were in default mode. I didn't think the current chain bra was providing any support, but her cleavage was still long and deep, dividing the meat shelf on her chest in half. Even the toned arms framing her pouting face were turning me on, her toned triceps twitching in energetic anticipation. Her armpits were looking somehow tempting, and I started to understand how they could be fetishized.

"Wow, Jeanie. Yeah that satisfied my command." I didn't mind the chains needing to stay on as long as they kept her looking sexy. My freshly cleaned cocks started to stir again as Jeanie's eyes roamed my flushing body. I understood now that Jeanie has had many men much better than me, but I doubt she'd been with a guy with two dicks before. Her heavy breaths rippled through her tight core and up into her jiggling chest. "Wow, I'm definitely ready to get a taste of you." I panted as I shifted to crawl towards her, but her confused look stopped me.

"You don't want to change anything?" She sounded surprised that I was ready to fuck her as is. "You don't want to change my hair, or give me a fatter ass or something?" Her posed slouched slightly as she showed an emotion I never expected her to make: self-consciousness.

"Yeah? You're absolutely gorgeous. There's nothing I want to change. What would make you think I want to change you?"

"Well, when I get a ringmaster that's male, they usually turn me into their own personal sex dream: A blonde bimbo or a fiery redhead; submissive schoolgirl or leather-bound dominatrix. I rarely get to just be myself." She gestured to her tall, muscular form and pulling at a strand of white hair. "I think most of the men see me at some sort of blank slate." She chuckled bleakly. I was shocked, but not really surprised that most men would be a major dick with this power.

"Jeanie, I'm so sorry that that's what you expect, but you're your own person, and that's a very sexy person. Every inch of you looks perfect." Both my cocks flexed in confirmation, and Jeanie let out a happy chuckle, relaxing at my compliments. "Besides, changing you doesn't increase my ring strength, so what's the point?" I relished the opportunity to catch her off guard with a joke.

"Wow! Ok, I guess that's a fair point, asshole." She relaxed into the plush couch. "I appreciate your desire for the actual me, but don't think I would object to changes. They still feel amazing. Just remember to change me back to Me when you're done with me." I nodded enthusiastically. "Ok, then. What should we do first?" Her fears quenched, Jeanie was back to her confident, sexual self.