Command Clair

"Clair," said Brock, looking around to make sure they were still alone. "Strip naked."

Clair obeyed, and boy were her tits even more magnificent when they weren't restrained by the jumpsuit.

"Clair," said Brock. "I want to have some fun here, so when I snap my fingers, you will become...a TV. Yeah, a TV. And anytime I twist your right nipple, your channel will change, and any time I twist your left nipple, it raises your volume, and if I twist both your nipples at the same time, you will go back to normal. Understand?"

Clair nodded.

Brock snapped his fingers, and Clair stood stiffly at attention, then rested her head on her tits. Brock freaked out before realizing.

"Oh, right. She's a TV now. Have to turn her on..."

He shrugged and twisted her right nipple. Clair let out a small moan before standing at attention, a professional look on her face despite her nudity.

"We are experiencing clear skies all across the Nuvema Town area today, with a high expected in the low 70s..."

"I don't want to watch the news," Brock groaned. He twisted Clair's right nipple again, and she moaned as her channel changed.