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Phillip was stuck at home. Nothing to do, no one to see. He’d become so addicted to porn in the past couple years that he’d severed ties with pretty much anyone that bothered to care about him. He loved living in the fantasy worlds of the videos he’d watch; sex all the time, hard cocks railing gorgeous, well-endowed women, and having someone to spend that time with in such a pleasurable way. Phillip, of course, had none of this. Not only was he a virgin, but he seemed to think that once he graduated high school, his dream of being a famous porn star would come true.

Another night alone, he’d just finished to yet another corny-ass step-bro story. He didn’t feel much joy as he did it, and maybe even a twinge of disappointment. After he cleaned himself up, he lay on his bed, thinking about what his future could be like and how desperately he wanted to simply jump forward in time. “Man, I wish I could just be a famous porn star already!” the boy muttered to himself. Phillip stripped down to his boxers and went to bed that night not knowing how much that wish would change his life.

In the middle of the night, a very harsh change began to set in. He twisted around in his sheets, muttering gibberish as his hair became wavy and blonde. It poured past his shoulders as his body shrunk to 5’ 7”, his skin becoming soft and hairless. The ruffling continued as his shoulders and core snapped inwards while his hips snapped out. His restless rambling became higher pitched as his voice shot up in register. His face shifted and crunched, leaving him with high cheeks, long lashes, and two stuffed dick pillows.

The changing boy couldn’t control the raging boner in his boxers. He unconsciously pushed against it with his dainty, manicured hands as his chest began to vibrate. Two burgeoning breasts wiggled their way out of him, steadily filling with meat as Phillip moaned. His sensitive nipples sprang into the cold night air as he rocked his sheets free from his torso. His tits eventually swelled to D-cups, jiggling as he turned to his side. He continued pushing against his crotch as his legs became juicy, making his boxers apparently shrink on him. As his butt began to expand outward, his boxers rode up, becoming more like ill-fitting booty shorts. He was running out of real estate in his underwear, making his dick even more restricted and stimulated. As his ass cheeks became unbelievably thicc and around, he couldn’t take it anymore. He moaned in his soprano voice as he jizzed in his boxers, staining them with the final remnant of his male essence. His dick withered away, forming a wet pussy. The now-woman breathed hard, receding back into a restful sleep.

She awoke the next morning, stirring under her sheets and feeling just a little odd. She grinded her long legs together, feeling the foreign smoothness of them. “Weird,” she said. She stopped moving. “Weird,” she said again, not understanding why a woman’s voice replaced what was Phillip’s. She opened her eyes and saw the mess of blonde hair that obscured her view. She shrieked and rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with her new body. “Wha…what the hell happened to me?” she yelled, looking at herself on her hands and knees and seeing two big breasts hanging off of her. “Holy shit, oh my God! I’ve got titties!” She sat up on her knees to squeeze them. “Unh!” she forced a moan out of herself as she played with her new boobs. She looked even further down, realizing her boxers looked like a cheeky thong with the big ass she had. “Oh my God, I’m stacked!” she cried.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Buzzing on her nightstand, she picked up from a caller called “Ashley.” “Uh…hello?”

“Paige, where the fuck are you?” the woman on the other end spat.

“I…I don’t…what?”

“Were you out drinking last night or something? Get your ass down here! Everyone’s waiting on you!” The line clicked as she hung up. Looking at her phone, Paige found an event saying “Photo Shoot” with a time and address. Still confused, but curious, she reached for her wallet. Inside, she found her ID. “Paige West, 23, 5’ 7”...female? How is this possible?” She thought and thought, unable to come to grips with how she’d ended up like this. She called Ashley back, but she didn’t pick up. She decided the best course of action was to go to the set of whatever event was happening and ask questions there.

She rid herself of her cum-stained boxers and put on a tiny black thong, the only style of underwear she had. Throwing on a sweater and sweatpants, she headed down to the shoot.

Walking in, Ashley was the first to greet her. “What the hell took you? And what are you wearing?”

“Ashley, right? Are you my agent or something?” Paige asked meekly.

Ashley simply stared at Paige. “Uh, yes? What is with you this morning, Paige?”

“I…I didn’t go to sleep like this! I’m not Paige West!”

Ashley grabbed Paige’s hand. “I don’t have time for this existential shit, girl! Get in there!” She dragged Paige through multiple rooms until she found herself on the set of what looked like part of a house. Suddenly, a swarm of women crowded around her, pulling off her shoes and pants and slapping makeup on her. Once they were done, they put her in front of a washer and dryer, then scurried away.

She waited for something to happen until someone shouted, “Action!” She simply stood there, still unaware of what was going on. A man, whose outfit was nearly as revealing as Paige’s, walked in from a door to her right. He stood there and the pair stared at each other.

“Look, Paige, if you’re gonna take all day with your laundry, at least give me a heads up.” Paige simply looked at him in nothing but his compression shorts, dumbfounded.

“Cut!” someone shouted in the darkness of the set.

“Paige,” the man said, walking up to her, “did you forget your lines?”

“My…my lines?”

“Yeah, about how it’s not your fault our wash cycles are at the same time and ‘Tony, you’re always trying to see me in my underwear’ or whatever. Are…are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, great!” she replied without thinking. She realized she was incredibly horny just looking at this man. This was an attraction she’d never felt before. “Yeah, let’s just try it again, okay?”

“Sure.” Tony nodded to someone outside the blare of the lights and took his place behind the door again.

“You ready this time, Paige?” someone called from the set.

“Definitely,” she grinned.

“Action!” Paige started sorting through the laundry in the washer as Tony came back through the door.

“Look, Paige, if you’re gonna take all day with your laundry, at least give me a heads up.”

“It’s not my fault our wash cycles always seem to happen at the same time,” Paige countered, really getting into her role. “I think you just want to see me in my underwear, you pervert.”

“What?! No, we’ve been friends forever, and I could never think of you like that…” Tony said, walking behind Paige and placing his laundry basket down.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you think about me when you jerk off,” she hummed, looking over her shoulder with a sultry look and bending over, showing off her incredible booty to Tony.

“Well I, I don’t…how do you know that?”

“I can hear you moan my name. We share a wall, dummy. If you thought I was so hot,” Paige purred as she backed up, grinding her plump ass on Tony’s crotch, “why didn’t you make a move?”

“Oh, well we’ve just known each other for so long, and…” Paige could feel Tony’s dick hardening between her ass cheeks, much to her pleasure.

“You think I don’t think about you too?”

“Really? Well…” Paige suddenly felt Tony’s strong grip on her hips. He dug his dick into her butt as he dry humped her, getting into the rhythm of her grinding. Once he was nice and hard, Paige straightened up, shot her hand into his underwear, and started jerking him off while they made out. The cameras just outside the action adjusted as Paige removed her top and got on her knees. Instincts she didn’t know she had kicked in as she took his cock in her mouth, moving those plump lips up and down his shaft, giving him a phenomenal blowjob. “Oooh yeah Paige, oh yeah…” Tony breathed.

“Mmmm, gllk,” was all she could reply as she sucked him off.

She went at it for another couple of minutes until someone called, “Cut!” Tony pulled his dick out of her mouth and looked down at her.

“Damn, Paige, something’s really gotten into you today. That was hot as hell. Wish I could have actually finished ther.” He walked over to the bed and Paige had an idea of what scene they were going to shoot next. She got on her hands and knees in front of him, ready for his monster of a cock.

“Alright, doggy scene,” the director called. “Action!”

“Paige,” Tony started, “this is all going so fast! I can't believe you’ve had feelings for me all along!” He lined his dick up to her pussy.

“Of course I have, you’re my best friend. And I want this experience to be special.” She started wiggling her dump truck booty on him. “I want you to put it in my butt.”

“This isn’t part of the script,” Tony muttered.

“I don’t care! Fuck this ass right now, Tony!” She pushed her butt harder into him, grinding it on his boner.

“You know what, neither do I!” Tony replied. He tore her thong off, gripped her wide hips, and shoved his dick up her ass.

“Oooooo!” Paige yelled, pushing back against him and getting in rhythm with him. She’d seen enough porn videos to know what she wanted to say. She panted like an animal as she squealed, “Mmmm, oooo like that. Unh, fuck! Oooh yeah, that’s it, fuck me. Fuck me! Unnnh! Huuuh yeah! Mmmmm, yes, just like that! Fuck yeah! Hunh! Ooooo!” She kept moaning loudly as Tony buttfucked the slut for several minutes. He could only plow that huge ass for so long before feeling himself near his end. Paige felt it too and whined, “Fucking cum for me! Cum on this big butt, baby!” Tony, moments later, pulled out of Paige and nutted all over her jiggling booty. Her wide ass cheeks were the canvas that he painted and he had plenty of supply.

Paige’s ass was absolutely covered in jizz as she noticed the camera zooming in on it. She twerked for it, putting on a show with her cum-soaked butt. “Aaand wrap!” The camera pulled away as the lights came up and the director walked up to the pair. “Paige, what was that? That wasn’t in the script!”

“I don’t know,” she replied, looking at Tony who was breathing heavily on the bed, “but I liked it.” Paige would come to embrace her new life wholly. Though not on the end of the porn she expected to be, she was finally living her dream of being a porn star. And she loved every second of it.

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I do not own this image.

Description

Phillip was stuck at home. Nothing to do, no one to see. He’d become so addicted to porn in the past couple years that he’d severed ties with pretty much anyone that bothered to care about him. He loved living in the fantasy worlds of the videos he’d watch; sex all the time, hard cocks railing gorgeous, well-endowed women, and having someone to spend that time with in such a pleasurable way. Phillip, of course, had none of this. Not only was he a virgin, but he seemed to think that once he graduated high school, his dream of being a famous porn star would come true.

Another night alone, he’d just finished to yet another corny-ass step-bro story. He didn’t feel much joy as he did it, and maybe even a twinge of disappointment. After he cleaned himself up, he lay on his bed, thinking about what his future could be like and how desperately he wanted to simply jump forward in time. “Man, I wish I could just be a famous porn star already!” the boy muttered to himself. Phillip stripped down to his boxers and went to bed that night not knowing how much that wish would change his life.

In the middle of the night, a very harsh change began to set in. He twisted around in his sheets, muttering gibberish as his hair became wavy and blonde. It poured past his shoulders as his body shrunk to 5’ 7”, his skin becoming soft and hairless. The ruffling continued as his shoulders and core snapped inwards while his hips snapped out. His restless rambling became higher pitched as his voice shot up in register. His face shifted and crunched, leaving him with high cheeks, long lashes, and two stuffed dick pillows.

The changing boy couldn’t control the raging boner in his boxers. He unconsciously pushed against it with his dainty, manicured hands as his chest began to vibrate. Two burgeoning breasts wiggled their way out of him, steadily filling with meat as Phillip moaned. His sensitive nipples sprang into the cold night air as he rocked his sheets free from his torso. His tits eventually swelled to D-cups, jiggling as he turned to his side. He continued pushing against his crotch as his legs became juicy, making his boxers apparently shrink on him. As his butt began to expand outward, his boxers rode up, becoming more like ill-fitting booty shorts. He was running out of real estate in his underwear, making his dick even more restricted and stimulated. As his ass cheeks became unbelievably thicc and around, he couldn’t take it anymore. He moaned in his soprano voice as he jizzed in his boxers, staining them with the final remnant of his male essence. His dick withered away, forming a wet pussy. The now-woman breathed hard, receding back into a restful sleep.

She awoke the next morning, stirring under her sheets and feeling just a little odd. She grinded her long legs together, feeling the foreign smoothness of them. “Weird,” she said. She stopped moving. “Weird,” she said again, not understanding why a woman’s voice replaced what was Phillip’s. She opened her eyes and saw the mess of blonde hair that obscured her view. She shrieked and rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with her new body. “Wha…what the hell happened to me?” she yelled, looking at herself on her hands and knees and seeing two big breasts hanging off of her. “Holy shit, oh my God! I’ve got titties!” She sat up on her knees to squeeze them. “Unh!” she forced a moan out of herself as she played with her new boobs. She looked even further down, realizing her boxers looked like a cheeky thong with the big ass she had. “Oh my God, I’m stacked!” she cried.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Buzzing on her nightstand, she picked up from a caller called “Ashley.” “Uh…hello?”

“Paige, where the fuck are you?” the woman on the other end spat.

“I…I don’t…what?”

“Were you out drinking last night or something? Get your ass down here! Everyone’s waiting on you!” The line clicked as she hung up. Looking at her phone, Paige found an event saying “Photo Shoot” with a time and address. Still confused, but curious, she reached for her wallet. Inside, she found her ID. “Paige West, 23, 5’ 7”...female? How is this possible?” She thought and thought, unable to come to grips with how she’d ended up like this. She called Ashley back, but she didn’t pick up. She decided the best course of action was to go to the set of whatever event was happening and ask questions there.

She rid herself of her cum-stained boxers and put on a tiny black thong, the only style of underwear she had. Throwing on a sweater and sweatpants, she headed down to the shoot.

Walking in, Ashley was the first to greet her. “What the hell took you? And what are you wearing?”

“Ashley, right? Are you my agent or something?” Paige asked meekly.

Ashley simply stared at Paige. “Uh, yes? What is with you this morning, Paige?”

“I…I didn’t go to sleep like this! I’m not Paige West!”

Ashley grabbed Paige’s hand. “I don’t have time for this existential shit, girl! Get in there!” She dragged Paige through multiple rooms until she found herself on the set of what looked like part of a house. Suddenly, a swarm of women crowded around her, pulling off her shoes and pants and slapping makeup on her. Once they were done, they put her in front of a washer and dryer, then scurried away.

She waited for something to happen until someone shouted, “Action!” She simply stood there, still unaware of what was going on. A man, whose outfit was nearly as revealing as Paige’s, walked in from a door to her right. He stood there and the pair stared at each other.

“Look, Paige, if you’re gonna take all day with your laundry, at least give me a heads up.” Paige simply looked at him in nothing but his compression shorts, dumbfounded.

“Cut!” someone shouted in the darkness of the set.

“Paige,” the man said, walking up to her, “did you forget your lines?”

“My…my lines?”

“Yeah, about how it’s not your fault our wash cycles are at the same time and ‘Tony, you’re always trying to see me in my underwear’ or whatever. Are…are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, great!” she replied without thinking. She realized she was incredibly horny just looking at this man. This was an attraction she’d never felt before. “Yeah, let’s just try it again, okay?”

“Sure.” Tony nodded to someone outside the blare of the lights and took his place behind the door again.

“You ready this time, Paige?” someone called from the set.

“Definitely,” she grinned.

“Action!” Paige started sorting through the laundry in the washer as Tony came back through the door.

“Look, Paige, if you’re gonna take all day with your laundry, at least give me a heads up.”

“It’s not my fault our wash cycles always seem to happen at the same time,” Paige countered, really getting into her role. “I think you just want to see me in my underwear, you pervert.”

“What?! No, we’ve been friends forever, and I could never think of you like that…” Tony said, walking behind Paige and placing his laundry basket down.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you think about me when you jerk off,” she hummed, looking over her shoulder with a sultry look and bending over, showing off her incredible booty to Tony.

“Well I, I don’t…how do you know that?”

“I can hear you moan my name. We share a wall, dummy. If you thought I was so hot,” Paige purred as she backed up, grinding her plump ass on Tony’s crotch, “why didn’t you make a move?”

“Oh, well we’ve just known each other for so long, and…” Paige could feel Tony’s dick hardening between her ass cheeks, much to her pleasure.

“You think I don’t think about you too?”

“Really? Well…” Paige suddenly felt Tony’s strong grip on her hips. He dug his dick into her butt as he dry humped her, getting into the rhythm of her grinding. Once he was nice and hard, Paige straightened up, shot her hand into his underwear, and started jerking him off while they made out. The cameras just outside the action adjusted as Paige removed her top and got on her knees. Instincts she didn’t know she had kicked in as she took his cock in her mouth, moving those plump lips up and down his shaft, giving him a phenomenal blowjob. “Oooh yeah Paige, oh yeah…” Tony breathed.

“Mmmm, gllk,” was all she could reply as she sucked him off.

She went at it for another couple of minutes until someone called, “Cut!” Tony pulled his dick out of her mouth and looked down at her.

“Damn, Paige, something’s really gotten into you today. That was hot as hell. Wish I could have actually finished ther.” He walked over to the bed and Paige had an idea of what scene they were going to shoot next. She got on her hands and knees in front of him, ready for his monster of a cock.

“Alright, doggy scene,” the director called. “Action!”

“Paige,” Tony started, “this is all going so fast! I can't believe you’ve had feelings for me all along!” He lined his dick up to her pussy.

“Of course I have, you’re my best friend. And I want this experience to be special.” She started wiggling her dump truck booty on him. “I want you to put it in my butt.”

“This isn’t part of the script,” Tony muttered.

“I don’t care! Fuck this ass right now, Tony!” She pushed her butt harder into him, grinding it on his boner.

“You know what, neither do I!” Tony replied. He tore her thong off, gripped her wide hips, and shoved his dick up her ass.

“Oooooo!” Paige yelled, pushing back against him and getting in rhythm with him. She’d seen enough porn videos to know what she wanted to say. She panted like an animal as she squealed, “Mmmm, oooo like that. Unh, fuck! Oooh yeah, that’s it, fuck me. Fuck me! Unnnh! Huuuh yeah! Mmmmm, yes, just like that! Fuck yeah! Hunh! Ooooo!” She kept moaning loudly as Tony buttfucked the slut for several minutes. He could only plow that huge ass for so long before feeling himself near his end. Paige felt it too and whined, “Fucking cum for me! Cum on this big butt, baby!” Tony, moments later, pulled out of Paige and nutted all over her jiggling booty. Her wide ass cheeks were the canvas that he painted and he had plenty of supply.

Paige’s ass was absolutely covered in jizz as she noticed the camera zooming in on it. She twerked for it, putting on a show with her cum-soaked butt. “Aaand wrap!” The camera pulled away as the lights came up and the director walked up to the pair. “Paige, what was that? That wasn’t in the script!”

“I don’t know,” she replied, looking at Tony who was breathing heavily on the bed, “but I liked it.” Paige would come to embrace her new life wholly. Though not on the end of the porn she expected to be, she was finally living her dream of being a porn star. And she loved every second of it.

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I do not own this image.