Follow Mom’s Advice

Matthew, whose lust overcame his familial love, used the app to take a picture of his father. With the power the app gave him having gone to both his head and groin, he opened the text box only to get stumped on what to write. Matthew knew he wanted what was essentially a human sex toy, but he quite literally had an unlimited number of options to choose from.

After a moment, he recalled what his Mother had told him earlier. With an eerie grin, Matthew started typing away utilizing both the [Morph] and [Assign] features. The work clothes his father wore became loose as his body shrunk. Shoes became high heels, pants became leggings, and his shirt split into parts to become a frilled choker, bandeau top with short puff sleeves, a miniature corset just below it that left her mid-riff bare, and skirt that went further outwards than down. As his professional attire morphed into something closer to a Halloween costume, so too did his musculature give way to a plump body and alluring appearance. His hair became a light blonde. His lips were painted a bright red. With it all culminating in his, no, her breasts grew to a size that could only be described as bountiful. Ah, and who could forget the headband that is the cherry on top.

“You don't have a maid living here!”

That was what Estefania had said. While true at the time, Matt now had a Personal Sex Toy Maid all to himself. The girl in question looked as delicate as a flower and as soft as a pillow with lips softer still. Yet the way her eyes followed him. The subtle way she was biting her lip. While her purpose was to lie in bed, she was no pillow. Matthew’s once deflating pole quickly stood tall, unaware the earlier change to his member’s size had also eliminated his refractory period.

“Maid, bend over the table.”

“Yes master.”

The maid, whose name he couldn’t care to know, complied, thus exposing her rear and revealing an overflowing pussy. Panties would only get in the way of her purpose after all.