Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 09

I knew my first outfit would be the French maid set, since that was what had spurred me on to buy them. The next 15 minutes or so I spent making sure my chest was as smooth and clean as it could be, measuring and checking to be sure I would position them correctly and then tentatively applying the adhesive.

As I held up the first one and waited for it to stick I could already feel the weight of it pulling at my skin and a few moments later it no longer needed my hands to hold it on, it was attached. My reflection looked somewhat disjointed, it would need some blending but at a distance it looked like my own, and I couldn’t wait to get the second attached and complete the look

I followed the same process and shortly afterwards the image in the mirror presented a bare chested girl with a rather large tent in her panties. They looked every bit as good as I hoped they would, cupping them in my hands they even felt very lifelike, however I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that the perfect looking nipples didn’t relay any sensations back to my own. But overall I couldn’t be happier, a little time spent with foundations and skin tone blushers to blend them in and they were almost completely seamless.

I snapped a few selfies, teasing at the new cleavage. Nothing too revealing but they had pretty hard hints as to what might be in store on my next broadcast, posted to my various platforms with a smile on my face knowing how my fans would react. I loved the weight of them, the jiggle and bounce they made with each step, now they were up to body temperature they really felt like part of me. It didn’t take long before the pings of likes and comments started to come in and I knew I had made the right decision to purchase them.

Then like a girl possessed I pulled open my wardrobe and started trying on outfit after outfit. The French maid costume looked incredible, the new boobs filled it to perfection and spilled out the top, from a distance and on camera the seam was invisible and my cock straining against its confinement was all the approval I needed. It felt strange to be turned on by your own body, but along this journey I had embraced the duality of my personality, sure I was more cam girl than the guy I’d been but he was still in there and would have loved to be intimate with the girl staring back in the mirror.