Toko returns

Meanwhile Tiffany looked up from her clipboard as the timer for Tom’s z-chamber chimed. She grinned as she opened the door. A cloud of mist billowed out and revealed Tom, now transformed into a small, delicate Japanese bimbo doll. His body was now petite, no taller than Brad's new frame, with soft, feminine curves that made him look like a doll come to life. His skin was flawless, his almond shaped eyes large and doe-like, and his hair was long and silky, cascading over his narrow shoulders and small breasts like a waterfall of black ink.

Tom, now a she, blinked up at the Tiffany, her voice a sultry whisper with a hint of a Japanese accent. "Oh... I am ready to serve," she said, her eyes cast immediately downward in a guiltily submissive yet horny gaze. She had chosen to be a bisexual bimbo with a strong desire to please, her libido set to 'insatiable'. Her breasts were smaller than Brad's, but they were pert and sensitive, her nipples already erect and begging for attention.

“I bet you are. Go on. Be a good little girl and hurry up and join your friends. You should call youselft Toko…”

Toko nodded eagerly, her body moving with a grace that seemed unnatural for Tom. She stepped out of the z-chamber and she swayed her hips. She had become everything she had fantasized about in the dark corners of his mind: a petite, obedient Japanese bimbo dill, **** to please and be used. She opened the playroom door and joined her friends.

You looked up to see Tom enter as Toko. “Conichiwa, senseis,” she greeted in her new, high-pitched Japanese accent, her downcast eyes sparkling with excitement. She was a vision of submission, her every movement a silent invitation to be used and enjoyed. Her tiny frame was utterly naked, and her cheeks were flushed with arousal.

Fred and Brad looked over, Brad’s mouth still wrapped around Fred’s cock, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Toko’s entrance didn’t disturb them; if anything, it only heightened the atmosphere of lust in the room. Toko walked over to the bed, her hips swaying in a way that was both innocent and seductive. She knelt at the side, her gaze never leaving Brad’s busy mouth.