Chapter #4The Body of a Porn Star by: Unknown Your pulse quickens a bit when your finger lands on "porn star." You click on that option. For this first test of the software, you decide you'll just stick with the template, and if the software actually works and you like what happens, then you'll change yourself again with options added.
You click on the big green "Alter Reality" button, and a window pops up giving you choices for the time of the transformation, and how much of reality it will affect. After a little bit of thought, you choose to have it start immediately, take "minutes" (rather than "seconds," "hours," or even "days"), and to only affect your physical self -- that is, to leave your mental state alone, and to affect the rest of the world as little as possible.
You take a deep breath and click "OK."
You feel your body start to tingle a bit. Looking down, you're amazed to see that your skin appears to be renewing itself right before your eyes, your late-30s freckles and blemishes seeming to melt away.
Remembering the full-length mirror with the broken frame that's here in the basement, you quickly run to the corner where it's behind a couple of boxes that you shove aside. By the time you can get a look at yourself, your skin has become an evenly tanned color a couple of shades darker than it had been, your breasts and hips seem a bit larger, and your waist a bit narrower.
Your pubic hair was in a neatly trimmed triangle, but as you watch, it recedes into your skin. You run your hand over the area, amazed at the smoothness -- it's as if you no longer even have hair follicles there. You reach down and make the same discovery of your legs, which have altered in shape somewhat, and may even have grown a couple of inches larger.
By the time you remember that you're supposed to be looking at your whole transformation and look up, you see that the hair on your head has gone from from straight to wavy, lengthening to the middle of your back with a definite increase in volume. It's still your natural brown, but with a few added blonde highlights. You can see the beautifying effects to your face -- your lips are obviously fuller, your cheekbones are higher, your eyes are larger, slightly almond-shaped, surrounded by longer, thicker lashes, and your irises are a more brilliant shade of green. As you look, the makeup you had on suddenly becomes darker, as if it were put on with a heavier hand, and your lips gain a glossy sheen.
It appears that you've finished changing. Your breasts are now the most prominent feature of your anatomy, appearing to be about three times as big as they were before, taking a 34B bra. You always assumed the bra sizes in fetish stories were products of a deranged imagination, but now you can't help but wonder if you're into the range of an F or a G.
As you're contemplating this, you feel yourself forced up on tiptoe. A quick look past your breasts, and, of course, you're now wearing a pair of red porn-star or stripper shoes, with tall platforms and a stiletto heel. When you look back up, you're wearing the red bra and panties you were before, although now they seem sized for your new body -- and then they change style before your eyes, the bra shrinking so that its primary function is to display rather than support, and the panties becoming a thong that just barely covers your labia in the front. A short red silk robe appears on you, hanging open, as if that's what you would be wearing over your bra and panties around the house -- it just gets in the way, though, so you let it fall off your shoulders to the floor.
Your body is tingling again, but now it's a combination of excitement and arousal. As you flop onto the old brown couch that's a permanent fixture of the basement, you pull your bra down with one hand and your thong sideways with the other. You notice that your fingernails are nicely manicured with frosted white tips as you tweak a nipple, simultaneously playing with your labia and clitoris -- everything down there feels fleshier, for lack of a better word, and more sensitive.
So this is what it feels like to be a porn star, you think. You imagine your husband with a more muscular body, thrusting a giant cock into you. You can't believe how well-lubricated you are -- it's been years since you were this naturally wet.
You can feel yourself reaching orgasm. You try to hold back to prolong the sensations, but it's too late. You burst out in a deep half-moan, half-scream as you come, your eyes rolling back in your head as you're overcome with pleasure, a gush of warm fluid from between your thighs soaking the hand that was still in the way.
You have to lie back on the couch and take deep breaths as you recover from the intensity. You look over at the computer, which has gone into screen-saver mode, and think about the software behind the moving colorful shapes. It was definitely worth the $9.95.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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