The way any perv would.

Sara stalked toward her bed, pulling her clothes the rest of the way off as she walked back across the room. The way her cock bounced with all of her movements was intoxicating, a truly powerful feeling. Taking a moment to look down at her body, she took this moment to clear up a couple of things about herself that she wasn't that much a fan of. With a few clicks, her belly went from plush and soft to a small, graceful ponch in front of her now long, slim torso, and her breasts went from soft, slightly saggy funbags just a little bit too big for C cups to DDs, each firm and taught enough that regardless of whether she was wearing a bra or not, her breasts would stay just where she left them.

Her legs were now slim and long, and while her hair was still the same long brown bush, it looked like it had just come out of hair and makeup, always, no matter what. Speaking of hair, all of Sara's body hair slipped out of existence, one of the barriers to Sara's feminity now a problem long and gone, the hefty bush that seemed to regrow weekly now a thing of the past. She was so long and slender now, though she kept much of her face the same. She wanted to still look like herself, even with the nose that betrayed her heritage. But she had gone from who she was, to who she had always wanted to be.

Biting her lip, Sara sunk into her bed, one long leg at a time. Closing the app and pulling up her browser, Sara started to troll through a few of her favorite sites. Realizing that she'd left the light on, Sara motioned to get up and caught something moving on her phone. Recreating the motion, Sara watched as she swept the phone around the room, and little widgets popped up with tooltips to control things around the room. Her gaming consoles, TV, and the lamp on her desk. Leveling the phone towards the switch on the wall, a simple on-off switch was in a small box on her screen, with the option to open the full app. 'Cool, so it looks like I don't have to open the app to use some basic features.' Sara thought to herself, turning off the light and tucking into her entertainment.

Sara pulled up an old faithful video, a CG video of a futanari mother punishing her daughter for getting bad grades. Skipping forward a bit, she got to the part where the mother has finished spanking and fingering her daughter, and now has her bent over the bed. "No mommy, please don't do this" the young girl whined, before being cut off with a wet squelch of her virginity being taken, the mother's rubbery CG cock sinking into her to the hilt all in one smooth motion. As Sara watched the video, she let her soft tender hands wander down, finding her new tool.

Watching the video, Sara pumped her cock back up to hard, starting to enjoy her new tool. The way it felt in her hand, she could barely get all the way around it. Squeezing it with the vice grip she expected was uncomfortable, and it required a more gentle hand. Looking down at herself she watched her cock, over a foot long, waggle back and forth with each stroke. Fuck, she was so excited. On the screen, one of Sara's favorite scenes played, the mother flipping her daughter into a breeding press, but where Sara usually felt things ramping up, this felt off, weird, and hollow.

On the screen, something fake was happening, while in Sara's hands, Sara had the real thing. She should look at the real thing. But porn sounded just as hollow. Maybe... She always felt so gross about it after, but it could really drive her motor over the cliff.