This choice: You decide to customize your current body with the provided options. • Go Back...Chapter #5The Body of a Porn Goddess by: Unknown You look at the old clock on the wood-paneled basement wall. Still a couple of hours until Tiffa's supposed to be home from school. Good -- you definitely don't want to change back yet, and there should be time enough to check out the options to customize your porn-star body.
You go back over to the computer and sit down, still enjoying the feelings of being in this more sexual new form -- in fact, you feel the first stirrings of arousal again. You hope you can hold off until you finish with the "upgrade." First, you save the settings for your current body, just in case you screw something up.
Now, this time you go through the various preset options on the "porn star" template, changing anything that looks even halfway interesting. You check all the boxes next to all the piercing and tattoo choices. You give yourself the naturally bleached-blonde hair that looked interesting before. You adjust your sexuality to "pure bisexual," making you 50% attracted to men and 50% attracted to women. You're delighted when you see the option to turn you into a cigarette smoker, but immunize your body against any and all disease caused by it -- you used to smoke occasionally in high school and college, but gave it up when you got pregnant, and you still catch yourself missing it occasionally. On another screen, you see an option to immunize you against any disease, period, and you choose that, too -- what porn star wouldn't want to be protected against STDs? And so on, and so forth.
Once you're reasonably satisfied with all of your choices, you click on the "Alter Reality" button. You pick "minutes" again, and this time, you decide to see what happens if you alter both your physical self and your mental self -- you're hoping your next masturbation session will be even better if you literally think like a porn star.
You click "OK," and then quickly get up to head to the mirror, stripping off the bra and panties and stepping out of the shoes as you do so.
By the time you get there, your hair is already longer and lighter, your breasts well on their way to becoming the bowling-ball size you had specified -- there was an option to adjust your musculature so that you wouldn't have any back problems, so that wouldn't be an issue. Your lips plump up until they look like they're designed solely to suck cock. Your eyelashes grow even longer, and become even darker as your eye shadow becomes a vivid blue that goes well outside your eyelids.
You watch as large silver hoops appear in your earlobes, with several other smaller rings popping into the outside of your ears. A matching ring appears in your left nostril. You stick out your tongue to reveal a barbell through it; similar barbells appear through your nipples and clitoral hood, and a couple of rings appear piercing your labia. Finally, a charm dangles from your newly-pierced navel.
And then come the tattoos -- a ring of flowers around your left ankle, a tribal design encircling your right bicep, a winged heart on your pubic mound. You turn around and look over your shoulder to see your new tramp stamp, an abstract design on your lower back.
By the time you turn back to face the mirror, your hair is now fully bleached blonde and long enough that it almost covers up that new tattoo. You run your hands over your giant breasts, noticing that your fingernails are now over an inch long, enjoying the sensations from your even more sensitive nipples.
You're not fully aware of it, but much of what you learned in high school, from literature to geometry, is leaving your brain. Your IQ is dropping, and with it, your past is changing -- you were too busy having sex to study, not that it would have done you much good anyway, given your lack of ability for "book learning." What you gain is the knowledge of 20-plus years of sexual activity, both in front of the camera and on your own time, with both men and women. You've become one of the world's foremost experts on all things sensual, able to arouse and titillate in the role of a flirt, or to fuck and suck in the role of a dirty whore.
In addition to your piercings, you now have a choker around your neck, a ring on almost every finger, and several bracelets on each arm. Clothes form around you, but it's merely a halter top that only barely contains your breasts and a skirt that's little more than a thong with a couple of pieces of fabric attached. You feel yourself going up on tiptoes as the platform shoes return to your feet, but you remember that you made it so you'd always be comfortable in shoes like that -- you could even run a marathon in them if you wanted.
Your transformation seems to have finished. You're extremely aroused, but, of course, that's nothing new to the porn star you believe yourself to have been for 20 years now -- and, looking at your face and body that now appear to be in their early 20s, you're looking forward to another 20 years added to your career.
You sit back down at the computer. Fortunately, this reality-changing software is easy for even someone like you, who's not good with computers, to use. Even if you're confused by stuff in the menus, there's a freeform text input box where you can type what you want to change and have it be interpreted by the program.
There are a few more things you might want to do to yourself -- this program seems like it's magic, so you wonder if you can give yourself some abilities that you've always wanted, or maybe even change the whole world the way you want it.
Your thoughts also turn to your daughters, 16-year-old Christina (who goes by "Tina") and 12-year-old Tiffany (who goes by "Tiffa"). As you remember it, they've always been embarrassed of their mother; they're very reluctant to bring friends home, and they've basically given you an ultimatum never to show up at school. (Not that you're familiar with words like "ultimatum" -- all you know is that they're okay with their father showing up for parent-teacher conferences and whatever, but not you.) It occurs to you that you could change that.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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