Volunteering to Watch Her
When a man catches his girlfriend getting ready for camming, an accident happens that causes her webcam to break. He didn't know about her camming, but is ok with it, so he somehow turns himself into a camera for her to use.
It was an evening like so many others for Ashley. Her boyfriend, Sam, was at his place playing video games while she was by herself at home. Some girlfriends might be jealous or upset that he wasn't there to pay attention to her, but she wasn't. In fact, it was convenient because she had to work that evening and she didn't want him to know about it.
Sam didn't know that she was a camgirl who entertained horny men and women live almost every evening. Ashley's day job was as a part-time online marketing manager at a local company, but she didn't care much for it nor did she need the money as most of her income came from her camgirl work. However, she did need to appear to have a "legitimate" job so that her boyfriend wouldn't ask questions since she didn't want him to know about it.
She especially didn't want him to know about how much she loved it. Ashley was an exhibitionist at heart and absolutely loved showing off her body and what it was capable of: the dirtier the performance the better. She could easily have three orgasms in a single camming session which was part of why she was so popular. People can usually tell if the girl was faking it or if it was real. Her passion for it was also contagious infecting her viewers with a desire to part with their money and to keep coming back for more.
On the night of the incident, Ashley was getting ready for her camming session. She had just finished her makeup and putting on a short, black dress that hugged her body like a second skin. It was short enough that it would ride up while she walked, exposing her well-toned ass cheeks, and was also semi-transparent which she made especially provocative by wearing nothing but a black thong underneath.
Standing in front of the desk with her computer and webcam, she was struggling to put her second heel on. She wore eight-inch Pleaser heels with a two-inch platform similar to what most strippers wear. They were ultra sexy and yet incredibly comfortable for long-term wear for being high heels.
As Ashley precariously stood on one heeled foot trying to slip the other heel on, she heard a gasp from the door to her room behind her immediately followed by a shocked, "What the hell's going on?!?"
This unwelcome surprise caused Ashley to jump and lose her balance falling onto the desk and knocking her computer off onto the wooden floor. The expensive camera that had been set up on a tripod but was already plugged into the computer went flying off the desk as well and hit the floor even harder than the computer.
Looking up at the door from the top of the desk, Ashley saw her boyfriend standing there frozen with shock. In his left hand, he held a small bundle of red and white roses which he now let droop towards the floor. He had never seen her dressed up like a slut before. While they had an active sex life, it usually just involved ripping each other's clothes off and they had never bothered with sexy lingerie.
"Who are you getting dressed up for?" Sam, who still didn't know about her evening job, asked her with real concern in his wavering voice.
"I'm so sorry, Sam! I swear I'm not getting dressed up for anyone! Let me explain." Ashley pulled herself off the desk. Somehow, her second heel had slid into place on her foot while falling, so she stood there in her heels and dress and told him about her job as a camgirl and that her day job was just a cover.
After she had finished, several seconds of silence went by before Sam asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid you'd be mad or leave me! I started camming before we met and I didn't want to give it up because I love it, but I also love you and don't want to lose you!" Tears were starting to form in Ashley's eyes. "Please don't leave me! I swear I'll stop! Please!"
Sam didn't move as he watched his girlfriend break down and start sobbing. He was fighting his own emotions. On the one hand, he was shocked and somewhat disgusted by Ashley's behavior, but on the other hand, the erection in his pants was starting to override the other feelings he had coursing through him in that moment. He decided to follow his lower head's advice and approached the now sobbing woman in front of him.
"Hey, hey, listen," he told her as he pulled her in for a hug that was awkward because she was slightly taller than him in her ultra-high heels. "It's ok. I'm not going anywhere. I love you too and I just want you to be happy."
Ashley looked down at his face. His unexpected reply confused her, so she could only muster to ask, "What?"
"I'm not going anywhere at all and you can keep camming. I'm happy that you're happy with it, but I do have one condition: no more secrets," Sam said and smiled at her. "Oh, and I wouldn't mind watching sometimes."
"Really? Are you serious? You don't care if your girlfriend strips and fucks herself in front of strangers for money?"
"No, it's your body and your life so who am I to stop you?" Sam shrugged. "It's not like you're going out and meeting other guys who might take you away from me."
Ashley pulled him into a tight hug. "You're the best boyfriend ever!" Then, holding him at arm's length, she asked, "I have still have a scheduled show tonight that I'm now late for. Do you want to watch?"
Sam didn't have to think twice. "Definitely!"
"Great! Then help me get everything set back up. You'll have to sit off to the side out of sight of the camera and not say a word. I don't want anyone knowing you're there."
"Sounds good. Now, let's get you set back up."
Sam grabbed her computer from the floor, inspected it for damage, then put it back on her desk once he had decided it looked fine. Meanwhile, Ashley went for the camera.
"Fuck! My camera's broken!" she exclaimed as she picked it and its pieces off the floor. "What am I going to do now?"
Sam, looking at the camera pieces in her hands, replied, "Doesn't your laptop have a built-in camera?"
"Yeah, but it's old and barely works."
"What about your phone?"
"Yes, but it's too small. I can't see what I'm recording or what people are writing in the chat." Ashley sat down on her bed dejectedly.
"I have an idea!" Sam said, then began stripping.
"What are you doing?"
"Just wait, you'll see," he said as he struggled to get his right arm out of his sleeve. "I said no more secrets, right? Well, now it's my turn to share one with you."
Ashley just sat there glaring at him. She was upset about the broken camera and her boyfriend's cryptic, strange behavior wasn't exactly helping.
Once Sam was complete naked, he said, "Ok, so my idea is that I'm going to be your new camera! I'm going to be a much better quality one than your old one."
Now Ashley was even more confused and starting to lose her patience. "What are you talking about? I still don't see how you getting naked is going to help me! And how are you going to be my camera?"
"I come from an ancient family of wizards, witches and magicians. Our strength has always been metamorphosis, or transformations. I can become almost anything I set my mind to." Sam smiled at her.
Ashley didn't reply as her anger boiled over. "What the hell are you even talking about? Wizards? Really? Are you drunk?"
Sam wasn't surprised by her reaction. It was the reason he had kept it a secret in the first place. No one believed that wizards and witches existed anymore which meant that keeping it a secret was usually the best course of action.
"Just watch."
Ashley watched him close his eyes and start to mumble out loud to himself. As he did, she felt the hair on her arms and the back of her neck start to raise as though there was a lot of static in the air. Several seconds went by where nothing else happened, then suddenly lots of things happened at once.
Sam's body began collapsing into itself, shrinking and becoming boxier. Sam's face was starting to push forwards into a cylinder while his eyes merged into a single eye at the center of it. The eye lost all of its defining features as it became glossy and hollow. Ashley gasped as she recognized that his face and eyes were turning into a camera lens.
What the actual fuck? He's really turning into a camera!
she thought.
By that time, Sam's head had shrunk into his shoulders which had become boxy to form the camera's grips. His forehead transformed into a popup flash and his mouth slid down to the bottom of his body to form the compartment for the battery. His tongue thickened into the battery. Ashley watched as his arms went entirely limp and shriveled down into narrow, nylon straps. His hands joined together to form a pad for the new camera strap. Meanwhile, his legs had started becoming shorter, thinner and stiffer while his erection grew longer turning into a literal third leg as its length and thickness matched that of his other legs. Sam had grown a tripod.
It ended as quickly as it had begun. The static in the room cleared up and in Sam's place was an expensive-looking digital SLR camera sitting on top of a tripod. It took well over a minute for Ashley to move. She just stared at the new camera in utter disbelief. Sam had really turned himself into a camera. How was that even possible? Why would he do that just so she could use him to masturbate in front of strangers? She had so many questions but no answers.
The most burning question in her mind though was whether he would change back. If so, could he change himself back? Or would she have to do something? He hadn't told her what to do if she needed to though, so she assumed he could do it by himself, but doubt still plagued her.
She looked over at the computer and realized that the chat had started a while ago without her. People were asking where she was. Some were worried while others were angry that she wasn't there at the scheduled time. That brought her out of her reverie and she decided to see if the Sam-cam actually worked.
