The Camera's First Test

(Republished with kind permission of Captain Quixote)

I went to a public park for some potential filming. For a while, I didn't see anything worthwhile. I just sat there on a bench, people watching and occasionally putting the camera to my eye to make it look like I was filming at random. Then, there they were, two sweet young things in nice, light, spring weather clothing.

For a moment, I wasn't going to go through with it. If I started filming them, I might have to explain that. Then I decided that I hadn't wasted my time just to chicken out like that. I typed a number into the pad, and the blue function button lit up. According to the manual, it was primed. All I had to do was touch that button when I was ready for it.

I got the camera ready, started filming, and got the two pretty girls in the frame. Oh, they were cute, both light brunettes and smiling, so charming and nice. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. Then I pressed the function button. Like magic, both girls' tops burst open. I couldn't believe it, and I had it filmed.

One girl's top was buttoned, so that's where it opened up. The other shirt had no buttons, so it just tore right in the middle. Their bras both popped at the same time, just as unexpectedly. It was two darling pairs of tits for my new camera. Neither girl was big chested. They were both probably just under what I would call medium sized. Gorgeous tits, so wonderfully perfectly firm. I only got to see them for a moment.

The girls threw their hands across their chests and squawked. They gawked around at the world that had seen their tits. Of course, they noticed me.

"Hey, he's filming us."

That was one of the camera's warnings. It attracted attention. I didn't get that when I read the manual, but it made sense when I used it. The function that somehow magically altered the girls' clothes also got them to look in my direction. I didn't mind. Their embarrassment was wonderful once they knew their tits were captured by a camera.

I did have to get out of there quickly, though. I didn't want any kind of trouble if the girls tried to get the camera from me. I didn't have any trouble escaping two girls who were **** to hold their torn shirts closed, though.

I wondered if I should go home. I decided to get a few more subjects before stopping, though. I had to. Stupid as it might sound, I had to wonder if that last bit of bare booby footage was just a fluke. Could I really have gotten a magical camera for filming naked women?