Getting Into The Role (COMPLETE Vella rescue!) (Patreon)

Unlike most Vella projects, where I was writing the story INSIDE Vella as I went, this story was written as a commission which I was adapting to the Vella format. I never had the chance to finish posting in Vella, but now I can share the COMPLETED story here.

Below are two parts. Chapters 1 - 22 are the Vella formatted chapters, since they include some edits and clean up I found along the way. Chapter 23 is just the rest of the story pasted in as one chunk. I hope you enjoy!

~dS

Getting Into The Role

by Dan Standing

When actress Natasha Peruse agrees to do a porn star's biopic, it makes sense to her that the best research would be to meet the woman she'll be playing. But it soon becomes clear to Natasha that there are powers acting on her which may make this more than the role of a lifetime - it may alter her very life itself! Adapted from a private commission.

Table of Contents

•                 Episode 1: Research

•                 Episode 2: The Meet Up

•                 Episode 3: Light Learning

•                 Episode 4: Being Sensible

•                 Episode 5: A Touching Scene

•                 Episode 6: Following Up

•                 Episode 7: Back And Forth

•                 Episode 8: Coming To A Decision

•                 Episode 9: Small Change

•                 Episode 10: Stops And Starts

•                 Episode 11: Expanding Role

•                 Episode 12: Contract Options

•                 Episode 13: Rear Enhance

•                 Episode 14: Realization

•                 Episode 15: Late Night Voicemail

•                 Episode 16: Rooted Changes

•                 Episode 17: Bared

•                 Episode 18: Upgrade

•                 Episode 19: Top Up

•                 Episode 20: An Honest Reaction

•                 Episode 21: Photo Go Go

•                 Episode 22: Coming Together

•                 Episode 23: Prolonged Climax

Episode 1: Research

Natasha's knees were weak as she made her way to the car park attached to Diana's building. The actress could feel the full, warm blush that was radiating from her body. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach, but the good kind of butterflies. The kind that say, "How could you dare do something so stupid, wonderful, and ridiculous?"

Getting into her car Natasha just sat for a moment. She'd never driven commando before, so it was an alien sensation to feel her bare – and still swollen from arousal – pussy lips pressing against the inner seam of her pants. As she let her body acclimate and relax she thought back on everything that had brought her to this.

With her contractual obligations to those comic book movies wrapping up, Natasha had asked her agent to pursue some more adult roles.

She didn't realize how literally the request was going to be taken.

The next script brought to her involved a woman who worked in pornographic films. Initially upset by the idea, the more Natasha considered it the more it excited her.

Professionally, of course.

Natasha knew that she'd made herself so protective of her image she'd shied away from overt sexual material in her private life as much as she had when in the public eye. Porn and the women who worked in it was a facet of society she knew very little about. Researching for the part could be very interesting.

But most importantly it was her duty as an actor to stretch her experience.

Since her character was a porn star Natasha downloaded as many videos as she could, internet history be damned! She could barely watch the first video, put off by the male actor who could not have been less attractive to her. Natasha had her hand partially covering the screen whenever the large, hairy man appeared. This left only the woman for Natasha to watch. As the video's female star gripped the sheets, scrunched her face, and every natural and enhanced curve she had shook, Natasha at first regretted her decision to take the part.

Soldiering on her opinion slowly began to change, even though Natasha found the next video's male star to be just as repugnant to her as the first. She didn't even get to the sexual portion of that video, instead concentrating on watching how the female porn star was dressed; how the slutty belly shirt's material stretched across her cleavage, and how the booty shorts were practically swallowed by her impressive ass. The actress' shoes stretched the woman's feet way way up to the point she was practically standing on nothing but her toes, with leather straps weaving up her calves.

Having learned her lesson after two videos Natasha purposefully chose a video marked as female/female for her next viewing.

Being straight Natasha at first concentrated only on how the actresses were dealing with their enormous, round breasts and exaggerated bodies. She marveled at how the enhanced tits stuck out from the woman's ribs, succulent monuments to an over-sexualized culture. She watched how they stripped off their clothes, the tight material peeling away like the wrapping of a gift. The terrible lighting glinted off of skin that was almost too darkly tanned, and hair that was almost too brightly bleached.

Natasha skipped the sex scenes.

With that one completed Natasha watched another one, this video promising "big booty babes."

That was certainly the case. The absurd heels – which the women kept on even when they began their love making – enhanced their big, round butts as they stood and traded trite dialogue used as an excuse for the sex. As dresses were stripped away one of the actresses was wearing a pink thong – that could only be seen from the front. Unconsciously Natasha slipped a hand down the small of her back and let her finger tips touch the spot where hips became ass. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have so much soft flesh underneath squished out underneath herself every time she sat down.

This time Natasha forced herself to watch the sex, as the two women entangled their legs and pressed their mons against each other. Natasha didn't really want to watch, but she told herself she should be prepared to know what sexual positions she may need to recreate for her film.

The next one was strap-on specific. This video started out in a bordello, skipping the need for much exposition. Natasha watched, a little horrified, as women impaled each other with phalluses that defied biology.

But a little part of Natasha's mind wondered what it would feel like to be filled up like that.  

Episode 2: The Meet Up

At this point Natasha would have been totally justified in calling it a night, but without really knowing why she played another video. This time the women had bright neon colors in their hair, but that really wasn't what Natasha was paying attention to. As much as she'd been trying not to watch the pussy and ass licking flickering across her screen, Natasha was sensing how her own lower lips were starting to get a little moist. She'd been so concentrated on her career these last few years that it had been a while since anyone - let alone someone's tongue - had been between her thighs. She was also amazed by how the women would shudder and cry out as the nipples on their round tits were licked and sucked.

Natasha shook her head and reminded herself that, like any film, even porn was acting.

But still, she quietly wondered how it would feel if her own nipples, on her own slight chest, could feel half as good as these women made it look like they felt.

There were a few more videos before Natasha finally decided it was time for bed. Resisting the urge to encourage the slickness between her legs she squirmed herself to sleep.

The next morning, having noted the pattern of cosmetic surgery in what she had seen, Natasha decided to look into it. The initial research was the easy part. There were no shortages of articles written about collagen injections, skin lifts, and breast augmentation. Natasha soaked them all in, including readings both for and against such work.

She even made appointments to speak with cosmetic surgeons – not under her own name, of course. The gossip press would have a field day if word broke that Natasha Peruse was considering plastic surgery. But she did have to admit a certain amount of pleasure in seeing the look on some doctor's faces when they realized who it was that had come into their office.

And she could not help but laugh at the forlorn sighs when she explained she was not there to actually get any of the operations she had questions about.

As it was with the study for any other role, eventually Natasha exhausted everything she could learn through ancillary or second-hand sources of information. It was clear to her that she'd need to learn about the day-to-day effects working in the porn industry had on someone's life. Natasha found that a search for "women in porn" brought back a lifetime's worth of results, and she set to sorting out her options – finally calling in her personal assistant for help.

After sifting through all the options Natasha was eventually led to Diana Risky's door. It had taken multiple emails, a few phone calls, and some serious convincing before Diana believed who had contacted her.

What surprised Natasha was the extra work it took for her to convince Diana that they should meet. Natasha's film career wasn't what it was because she gave in to resistance, and with a little more insistence Diana agreed to have Natasha visit her home.

Natasha never expected how many times she would see that parking garage, elevator, and hallway leading to Diana's apartment.

"Thank you so much for seeing me, Miss Risky."

Natasha was all smiles and grins as the door opened. When Diana came into view Natasha could see that she was wearing a tank top with a plunging neckline and a black paisley design, black lycra pants, and bright red peep-toe heels that popped Diana's legs up in a very sexy way.

The actress was taken aback by the size of Diana's breasts. She'd seen them in pictures online, but real life was another matter – they each had to be at least nine inches across. There was clearly no bra beneath the fabric, as two bumps could be seen pushing up from under the shirt. Despite lacking any support both beautiful blimps rested high on Diana's chest. South of the tank top's bottom hem the lycra hugged every inch from Diana's hips to midway down her calf. Diana's black-encased ass popped off the back of her hips like a pair of half-split bowling balls.

"Miss Peruse, hello! Please, come in. I have to say, until I looked through the peephole I still didn't believe it was actually going to be you," Diana laughed, stepping aside and beckoning Natasha into the apartment. As she entered Natasha continued to grin and bobbed a little, suddenly uncertain of herself. She could not help but look up and down Diana's body, her eyes pausing for a moment as she realized what she was seeing was camel toe, and blushed a little as she caught Diana's gaze.  

Episode 3: Light Learning

"Sorry, sorry, I've been in research mode over the last couple days and, well, uh, you are pretty much the exact role I'm researching," Natasha quickly sputtered out. She gripped her hands and looked like she was silently begging Diana for forgiveness.

"Don't be silly, if I was upset by every stare I got I'd never leave my apartment. And don't you think it would be stupid for me to work so hard in this industry, and to look like I do, to not want people to look at me?"

"Yes, I know, sorry..."

"Just stop it with the sorrys and sit down," Diana laughed, motioning to a large white cushiony chair in what appeared to be an open living room. Natasha nodded and took her seat.

She glanced around the apartment. Posters of videos adorned the walls alongside pictures of Diana with various men and women. The room was bright, with a sliding door that led to a small balcony. Across from Natasha, built in the same style as the wide pleather armless white chair she was seated in, was a very long pleather armless white sofa. Natasha wondered if it was as comfortable as her chair. It looked like a giant marshmallow. She thought how very nice it would be to lay down on it, maybe even...

Suddenly Natasha began to look at the apartment in a different light. It was bright. Clean. Mostly furnished with pleather or plastic furniture.

"Do you...have you filmed in here?" Natasha asked as Diana stood behind the couch. "I've done a number of my own videos here, yes. Would you like a drink?"

"Uh, ok, yes. Have you-"

"Coke? Diet? Ginger ale? Something stronger?"

"Ginger ale is fine."

Natasha's eyes followed Diana's perky ass as she went over to the kitchen. It was an easy walk across the open floor plan. Area rugs covered much of the floor, but the clacking of Diana's heels reverberated through the space as she walked across the kitchen tiling. Natasha shook her vision free of the perfect posterior's slight jiggling and began deeply examining the details of the glass coffee table in front of her.

"Here you go," Diana smiled as she bent over and handed Natasha her drink. The actress didn't see the smile, however, as she could not keep herself from gazing into the deep cleavage that had presented itself to her.

"Thank you," Natasha said quietly. She was thankful to have something to occupy her hands with, something she could look at and sip from when she felt embarrassed.

She thought she might need a bigger glass.

"So, what sort of questions about 'The Life of a Porn Star' can I help you with?" Diana asked as she sat down on the couch. One arm stretched out across the back while the other held a glass of ice with a dark liquid Natasha could not identify with certainty.. Diana crossed one leg over the other, letting her raised foot hover over the table. It gave Natasha a perfect view of the toes poking out at the tip.

"Well, um, actually, my first question is about the breast implants," Natasha sputtered, swirling the bubbling drink in her glass. That hadn't been the opening question that Natasha intended to ask, it had simply escaped from her mouth before the others.

"Miss Peruse, I assure you, it is okay to look at me. Any part of me. If you really are here in research for a role about women in porn, especially those who have embraced cosmetic surgery and the doors it has opened for them, then I welcome any and all questions. And trust me, in all I have done, one of the most important things you will need to learn how to do is to look people in the eye who you know only a little about but will be seeing plenty of."

It was true, and Natasha knew it. She tore her eyes away from her glass and locked them to Diana's.

"There, isn't that better?" Diana smiled. 

Episode 4: Being Sensible

"Yes, yes it is, thank you, Miss Risky," Natasha responded, "And please, call me Natasha."

"Only if you call me Diana. Now, with that in order, what did you want to know about my implants?" Diana asked, bringing her free hand over and gently hefty one.

"Well, who did them for you? How long have you had them?"

Diana's smile dipped for a split second, but Natasha didn't notice it.

"I've had them for many years, and I could give you the exact number with a moment to think about it. As to who did them...let's just say that this was when the surgeries were a little less...regulated. The source of my implants is something I'd rather not talk about."

"Oh, I see. Well, how does it feel to have them?"

"Wonderful."

"Really? I heard that-"

"Natasha," Diana gently interrupted, "I'm sure you've heard many things from many sources, but you're here to find out about my experiences, right?"

The actress nodded.

"Then just relax, listen to my voice, take in what I have to say, and we'll make a day of this, okay?"

Natasha smiled.

"Okay."

From here on out the conversation was light. Diana talked about how she was born in Israel - Tel Aviv, specifically - and moved to Boston. She regaled Natasha in how she first got into modeling after her breasts grew in – starting out with a natural D-cup bra in her youth. She had done some pictorials for Score magazine before appearing on The Jenny Jones Show. It wasn't until she turned 20 that porn became her passion.

Diana's breasts had always been especially sensitive, something that made it hard to concentrate on anything else. When she finally figured out and accepted that she could make a career out of pleasure, well, that decision was a no brainer. She talked about traveling from California to Florida and back to get her name established – but she loved California, and considered it her home. That was why when she decided it was time to take her career into her own hands she settled on the West Coast.

The conversation was not spent entirely on the white seats. Natasha followed Diana around the apartment as she showed off her filming equipment, awards, and other paraphernalia. The actress was quiet most of the time, absorbing every word Diana had to say. But her attention wasn't just on Diana's words. Natasha's eyes watched her soft lips move, her dark hair wisp around her face, her legs and feet step, her ass stretch, and her breasts ever-so-slightly bob and shift.

Thanks to the internet Natasha had seen this person in the nude, and all she'd need to see the body under the tight fabric again was do another quick online search, but seeing Diana in person – smelling her, feeling the heat radiate from her feminine form, watching every part of her move and shift – was far better than what was available on any screen.

As the day went on and the actress observed Diana's form she could feel herself getting wet again. She told herself that it was just Diana's stories of hard cocks plunging into her slick pussy...her lubed ass...her moist mouth. The thought of the many tongues that had lapped over Diana's slit was a difficult vision for Natasha to get out of her head.

She was so engaged in Diana's stories Natasha suddenly realized she had a glass of red wine in her hand. She wasn't drunk, but she had been sipping from it. The pair had been in Diana's apartment for so long that the busty woman began cooking a pizza for them. Natasha smiled and said thanks as she took the slice. She watched Diana bite into hers, the grease from the warm cheese giving Diana's lips a bright sheen. Natasha watched as Diana chewed, swallowed, and continued to discuss the precautionary measures the industry had been using. Natasha thought that only this woman could make that sound sexy.

"Aren't you hungry?" 

Episode 5: A Touching Scene

"Yes..." lisped out of Natasha's mouth, her mind lost in a fog and responding to a question it could barely hear.

"Then why aren't you eating?"

"I'm..." Natasha trailed off as she realized what Diana had meant. The actress' eyes turned down at the warm slice in her hand, "Oh, yes, hungry. Sorry."

Natasha bit into the slice and immediately felt the tomato sauce slide out the corner of her mouth and onto her shirt.

"Oh no!" Diana exclaimed, dashing over to the kitchen counter and grabbing a paper towel. She raced back and started patting at the fabric where the red blotch had already set in. Natasha had to resist from shuddering as Diana's hand pushed down just above her left breast, "This isn't going to keep the stain from setting in. Quick, go to the bathroom, I'll get you another shirt so we can clean this one before it's ruined!"

"Sure..." again Natasha's answer was full of air. She went to the bathroom as if on a cloud, closing the door behind her with a gentle click. A moment later a gentle knock was followed by the door opening a crack. Diana's hand reached in, a shirt gripped in her fingers.

"Here, change and I'll get that stain treated and in the wash!"

Natasha took the offered shirt and Diana closed the door. The actress turned to the mirror and stared at herself for a moment before pulling her blouse over her head. Her bra, holding her little A-cup breasts, sat there on her chest. Natasha considered it a moment.

If Diana was going around without a bra, why the Hell do I need one?

She reached back and unclipped the brassiere, undulating her shoulders until the straps slipped off her arms. She let the bra side to the floor in a crumple of fabric. Natasha continued to stare, now at her brown little nipples. They were achingly hard, stiff little nubs poking out from her body almost as far as her breasts hung. She brought up a hand and, realizing how damp she was behind her panties, stopped herself from touching either nipple.

Outside the bathroom Diana was cleaning in the kitchen when she heard the door open. She turned and starting to walk over for the stained shirt when she stopped. Natasha was approaching her – completely topless.

"Natasha, did the shirt not fit you? I...can't imagine that it didn't."

"I...didn't try it. I just thought..."

The words were caught in the young woman's throat. Her mouth could not verbalize what she wanted, but the flush across her skin and the look she was giving Diana made it very clear.

Diana stepped forward, slipped her hand behind Natasha's neck, and brought her in for a deep kiss. Diana's shirt-encased breasts pressed hard against Natasha's while their tongues danced between lips. After a long moment Diana pulled away, a small string of saliva connecting them for a moment. Diana took Natasha's hand and started to walk her towards the bedroom.

"No..." Natasha tugged the other woman's hand.

"I'm sorry, I thought you-"

"Can we...the couch?"

Diana smiled and they went back to where the day's conversation had begun. Natasha sat in the soft cushion, her ass sinking in a few inches. As Diana descended beside her the porn queen pulled her tank top off like a pro. Natasha's mind marveled at the mammaries before her. Diana's areolas were the size of saucers, her nipples stiff towers just as big as the tips of Natasha's pinky fingers. She immediately grabbed Diana and started kissing her again, but this time her kisses traveled in a chain from lips, to cheek, to neck, to shoulder, and down across the big breasts before her. The skin was smooth and taught, and Natasha could hear Diana moan.  

Episode 6: Following Up

"Yes..." the other woman purred as Natasha took a nipple in her mouth. Natasha's pussy was on overdrive. She desperately wanted a hand down there, but right now her fingers were exploring Diana's exposed skin – and trying to work their way under the lycra pants. Diana was rolling in the pleasure of Natasha's lips, but could clearly sense where they both wanted things to go. She shifted, pushing Natasha back and using her head to indicate that Natasha's pants were no longer welcome. They both undressed, Natasha seeing that Diana had indeed been panty-less this entire time. Neither woman wanted to spend a moment dealing with their shoes - as soon as waistbands passed heels they were back atop each other.

Natasha wanted her hands all over Diana's soft skin, but as soon as she felt the fingers spreading her flower and finding her needy clit she knew she had to return the favor. Beside each other on the couch, as lips left wet trails wherever they could reach, hands slipped between the other's thighs. It was only a few moments before Natasha could feel herself begin to crest.

"Oh...oh...yes, Diana, yes!" Natasha's body was bucking wildly. She was on the edge of the couch and felt Diana's free hand wrap over and pull her close to keep her from falling. Of course this meant that Diana's giant breasts were pressed more firmly against the actress.

"OOOOHHHHHHH!" Natasha screamed out, her body locking while every muscle quivered. A wash of bliss poured over her mind, and as Natasha slowly regained a clear head and her body relaxed against the other woman's a low moan came from Diana.

"That felt wonderful," Diana smiled, looking over to the woman sharing her couch. Natasha blushed, her hair matted to her forehead, "How was it for you?"

Natasha let out a long sigh. Complete thoughts were still not quite coming together.

"Ditto," she finally replied.

And thus began Natasha's week of pleasure.

She hadn't expected to go back. Especially not after being unable to find her panties – how was that possible? There was so little in Diana's living room. Sitting in the car she could feel her recently pleasured pussy still pulsing, the rough inner fabric and seams only further stimulating the sensitive flesh. It only got worse once Natasha put the car and gear and began driving – every switch of her foot from gas to break causing her jeans to caress her cooch.

The entire way home Natasha'd been practically horrified by her actions. She'd kissed a woman! Her mind couldn't handle the rest yet, just repeating over and over you kissed a woman! Once home Natasha went straight to the shower. As the warm water poured over her and her soapy hands scrubbed the sweat of sex off of her it was the memory of Diana's hands on her skin that eased Natasha into accepting the whole of her actions.

Natasha's own fingers flitted over her skin as she recalled everything. Diana's lips on hers. Diana's hands pulling her closer by her ass. Natasha's petite breasts against Diana's taught tits. The feeling of her shoes clicking against Diana's.

After showering and dressing Natasha tried to put the thoughts aside, but as the day went on images of Diana's face and body invaded every activity Natasha tried to distract herself with. Finally she found the phone in her hand, her fingers dialing the number Natasha had deleted it but found herself remembering the digits vividly.

As vividly as she'd remembered other digits.

"Hello?"

A moment passed.

"Hello?"

"It's me...Natasha."

"Hi Natasha. I thought it was you. How are you?"

Another moment.

"Good."

"I'm glad to hear that. I enjoyed our time yesterday."

"Me, too."

"Would you like to get lunch?"  

Episode 7: Back And Forth

Diana knew a number of places off the grid that a pair could discreetly enjoy a sandwich. Natasha didn’t realize she’d said “Yes” until Diana started offering her directions to her favorite spot.

Once there Natasha didn’t know what to say at first, hiding for the first few minutes behind her menu, but eventually the order was put in and her hiding place was gone.

“So, I blabbed about myself an awful lot the other day, let’s hear about Natasha Peruse.”

And the words flowed. Awkwardly at first, mostly facts about herself. Where she went to school, her childhood dance lessons, how she got her early roles.

It was when Natasha mentioned she’d been born in Jerusalem that actual conversation got started. Diana chided her for not mentioning earlier how they’d both been born in Israel. This transitioned things from a list of facts to an actual conversation.

And from lunch to a lunch date.

By the time the check came each woman was laughing, hands to faces to keep from snorting. As the little tally slip was placed on the table each went for it and their hands met.

The blush was obvious on both their faces.

It didn’t take long to get back to Diana’s apartment, and soon their lips were satisfying a different hunger. Natasha had never tasted another woman’s arousal before. Diana’s breasts loomed overhead as her thighs caressed Natasha’s cheeks. The actress’ tongue was sliding between her lover’s lower lips, the tip criss-crossing over the very stiff clit. Natasha could sense Diana was getting close to cumming, but before screaming or quivering or anything like that

the porn queen slid a hand under Natasha’s chin. She brought her face up and they shared a kiss before Diana whispered, “I want us to cum together.”

Natasha had never scissored before, as it didn’t look like there was actually much stimulation to be had from it, but Diana proved her wrong.

Very wrong.

It took a little while before Natasha could get a bearing on all that she was feeling. At first the actress thought she’d just been caught up in a circle of lust - one she was happy to continue if it was just that. But over the next few visits it became clear that Natasha was going to Diana for more than just sex. Their conversations – both before and after their time in the bed...or sofa...or floor...or shower – were instantly missed by Natasha the moment she got to her car to come home.

And there was something else on Natasha’s mind. Every single time they’d been together the actress had cum like the Big Bang was going off in her pussy. But she was beginning to suspect Diana was...faking it wasn’t the term Natasha wanted to use, but she couldn’t find one she thought was more accurate. Diana was clearly enjoying herself, and Natasha certainly wanted to keep pleasuring her. But for all the bliss Natasha had received – physically and emotionally – the thought that Diana wasn’t getting the same was nagging her mind.

That night she’d make sure Diana got the full pleasure she deserved.

The evening started out normal enough – normal enough for a porn star and an A-list actress, at least. They met at Diana’s and went out to a discrete dinner. Natasha’s mind was pre-occupied with how she would ensure she pushed Diana past the brink already explored, and this was making conversation haggard and exchanges brief. Natasha tried to cover for this by playing footsies with Diana throughout the meal, leading them to almost vent the building sexual tension in the bathroom. But Natasha held them back – she knew she’d be too self-conscious about noise to concentrate on the task at hand.

A very handsy drive back to Diana’s brought them stumbling into the apartment. It was clear they weren’t going to make it to the bedroom, but that was fine; the couch was where Diana had given Natasha her first orgasm, it seemed only right that Natasha would return the favor there. 

Episode 8: Coming To A Decision

With their dresses shed two bare asses struck the white cushions, as hands tugged at teats and tongues tasted mouths. It was difficult to concentrate through Diana’s caresses, but Natasha kept her own ministrations to her lover focused on teasing the porn queen further than ever before. Forcing her hands away from the breasts she loved, Natasha dove to Diana’s pussy from both directions, running up and down the crease between her lower lips and just brushing against the moisture building up. It wasn’t long before Diana’s breathing began to reach the heavy moans that Natasha knew preceded Diana’s previously claimed big Os.

Thinking fast Natasha pulled herself up from Diana, pushing the buxom woman down onto the couch. It was a tight fit but Natasha was able to swing her leg over and turn around, using her legs to push back on Diana’s arms as Natasha’s head dove down towards Diana’s thighs in a one-sided sixty-nine.

“Nat, don’t you think – oh...” Diana’s mind completely lost its power of words as Natasha’s tongue pushed past labia and slowly slid up to the blushing button. The whole of Natasha’s mouth was against her lover’s snatch, using every muscle between lips and tongue to wetly pleasure Diana. The body below Natasha was twitching and spasming as she licked away, and Diana’s arms were struggling against the calves laying atop them. A long deep moan escaped from Diana’s lips, one that sounded like those which Natasha had heard before. Diana’s body clenched up and then relaxed.

“Okay...Nat...I came...you can...” Diana was breathing very heavily, trying to spit out her words as best she could.

But Natasha was not to be fooled again. She kept going, increasing her speed and pressure. She was certain that what she’d just felt wasn’t as far as Diana could go, not the deepest pleasure she could give this woman. Her hands gripped Diana’s ass, her little fingers teasing the edge of the hole her mouth couldn’t reach.

“Nat...please...I...I...OH GOD! I’M-”

This time it was Diana’s own scream that silenced her. Her entire body arched upwards, nearly tossing Natasha off. The actress held herself tightly against her lover, even as a spray of juices erupted from her slit. Natasha had no choice but to swallow some of it.

Diana’s true orgasm seemed to last for minutes, her body completely locked up in an arch. Natasha’s lips could no longer reach Diana’s pussy, but that didn’t keep her from licking at the sensitive skin that she could get to. Finally Diana’s body started to relax, her back slowly lowering down to the couch, the cushions cradling her clenched ass.

“Nat...please...stop!” Diana cried out in bursts, her body’s fresh hyper-sensitivity causing her to jump every time Natasha’s tongue brushed against her flesh. With the evidence of Diana’s real orgasm splattered across her face, Natasha relented.

Together the pair pulled each other up and rested next to each other. Diana had to keep her legs spread, as the pressure of her own thighs against her sensitive feminine cleft was too much for her. Natasha sat quietly next to Diana, their bodies leaned into each other.

“Why did you do that?” Diana asked, turning to Natasha with nothing but afterglow in her eyes.

“You’ve made me feel so good. And...it isn’t just that. I wanted to make sure I could do this for you because, well, because...” Natasha couldn’t get herself to say the words.

“It’s okay, Nat...” Diana smiled. They both just locked eyes for a moment before settling into a tighter cuddle.

They rested quietly against each other for a few more minutes, the only sound their heavy synchronized breathing. Finally Natasha broke the silence.

“I should get cleaned up. I have an early meeting tomorrow for the film.”

“You mean I can’t return the favor?”  

Episode 9: Small Change

Natasha smiled as she got up, and as she went to get her discarded dress Diana ran a hand down the curve of the actress’ ass and tickled the southernmost portion of her pussy.

“You don’t owe me anything. If anything, I have a debt to pay you.”

“I guess we’ll see about that...” Diana sighed.

The next morning Natasha slammed her hand down on her phone, fumbling to silence the alarm clock function. Despite how exhausted she was upon returning home she had not slept well. She’d been restless through the night, tossing and turning from stomach to back. Midway through the night she started to get very warm and sweat. As she sat up and slid the alarm screen to OFF Natasha saw the pile where she’d tossed her sheets.

Placing down her phone Natasha stretched. She’d done nothing more than fall into bed after getting home and still had on her dress from the night before. She could feel patches of Diana’s juices still dried to her. They cracked and crumbled as Natasha’s arms rose over her head. She noticed that her dress felt a little tight across her chest and butt, and her feet were just lightly tight in her shoes, but she didn’t think much of it. She pulled the zipper as she stood up, letting the material glide down her thin form. Her shoes clunked to the floor next.

As she walked towards the bathroom Natasha noticed a bounce to her steps. She stopped and felt her heels lower half an inch to the floor. Standing flatfooted it felt as if her feet were about to get a Charlie horse, so Natasha kept walking. Keeping each foot raised a tiny bit felt very comfortable, so she continued to walk with the little bounce.

Natasha turned on the warm water and let out a long low sigh as she felt the dried remains of the prior evening’s pleasures wash from her skin. She leaned against the tile and just stood for a moment, the warm trickles flowing down her back and cascading between the cheeks of her ass. The water felt especially good against her skin this morning, and Natasha felt as if she could just fall asleep as she was. But things had to get done so she grabbed her luffa and body wash.

If the water had felt good, the slick soap across her skin felt heavenly. Every swipe upon her skin left a warm shiver behind it. As she washed her breasts Natasha noticed they looked a little perkier this morning. No, they’d always been perky – maybe just a little rounder. Their curve was fuller. She found that her ass also rolled out from the small of her back just a little more than she recalled from any other shower.

Not thinking much of these oddities Natasha finished washing, dried off, and picked out her outfit. As she pulled on her bra it was a slight fight to clasp to the smallest set of hooks. Natasha wondered if her many dinners out with Diana was beginning to show as a slight weight gain, although her white blouse didn’t rest noticeably differently once buttoned.

Natasha also felt that her panties and the seat of her jeans hugged her as a little more tightly that usual. More important things pushed these thoughts out of her mind and Natasha slipped on a pair of conservative wedge sandals. She felt the top of her foot push more tightly than usual under the strap. Not wanting to be late for the car that would be picking her up she ignored the tightness, grabbed her purse, and headed out.

Getting into the car Natasha was greeted by her personal assistant, Anna.  

Episode 10: Stops And Starts

Anna was a slim blonde girl, with a sexy lithe profile that made her look closer to eighteen than her actual twenty-two. Clicking on her seatbelt Natasha learned from Anna that their first stop was only the first of multiple meetings that day.

First up was a contract meeting at the film studio offices which Natasha needed to attend personally as a courtesy.

Much of this meeting was a blur. To the outside observer it would look like Natasha was sitting and quietly listening, as Anna – who was more knowledgeable of the finer details – did most of the talking. But Natasha’s attention was squarely on the sensations coming from her body – specifically her breasts and ass.

As she sat the actress could feel herself rising up in her seat ever so slightly. She might not have noticed it at all if the rear of her panties hadn’t been slowly slipping in between her swelling ass. Natasha swore she could hear the denim waistband of her jeans creaking and stretching.

Natasha’s breasts were also slowly pushing against the interior of her bra. This was causing the shoulder straps and band to gently dig into her. Not only was that uncomfortable, but Natasha could feel the muscles in her back tightening. They were pulling her posture more and more upright, causing her to push her expanding bust further and further in front of her.

During break Natasha was quick to the bathroom as soon as she could get up. But she found herself stumbling as she went; her heels were rising up from her wedges and refusing to push back down to the cork. And her foot felt even tighter in them. She could feel Anna and the studio head watching her fumble about and she awkwardly laughed back, “Sorry, leg fell asleep!”

Locked in the bathroom Natasha pulled down her jeans and thumbed her panties out of her ass. She slipped both off and pulled on her jeans alone. They were tight, and she had to struggle to zip and button them, but they wouldn’t wedgie her like the underwear had and Natasha could get away with going commando for a while.

The denim did relieve the possibility of a wedgie, but Natasha could feel the forward portion of the material being pulled tight against her pussy. The active expansion, however, appeared to have waned.

Turning her attention to her chest Natasha unbuttoned her blouse just enough to pull it over her head. She stared down at two very round breasts nestled inside a very tight bra. Struggling for a moment to undo the taught hooks Natasha took a much-needed deep breath when the elastic finally released her ribs. She could see how hard her nipples were. Natasha could not risk some paparazzi snapping a picture of her braless with hard-as-nails tits pressed against the inside of a white blouse. Thankfully it was still fairly easy to clasp her bra on the loosest setting. The bra was uncomfortable thanks to whatever was happening to her back, but nothing was visibly wrong with her once the blouse went back on. She also didn’t feel any more growth there, either.

Stumbling around with the wedges was still an issue, though. Natasha pulled up one of her feet and pressed her thumb into her sole. Despite a number of pedicures she got each year Natasha felt a layer of thick skin along the bottom of her foot.

Aside from that her foot was also stretched out. She tried to pull her toes so her sole would sit flat, but when she did so a burn ran through her calf. She couldn’t change the angle of her ankle, and her wedges were no longer compatible with her foot. She needed to walk without looking like she was drunk.  

Episode 11: Expanding Role

An idea struck her.

“Pssst, Anna!” Natasha opened the bathroom door a crack and whispered toward her assistant, who was standing nearby. Anna was tapping at some game on her phone, and it took a few tries to get her attention. Anna immediately ended the game and clacked over when she noticed her boss beckoning.

“What can I do for you?”

“Don’t ask any questions, but I need to trade shoes with you,” Natasha blushed.

“What? Why do you-” Anna started to asking, glancing down to her three-inch black heels. She shut up when Natasha raised a finger to her lips, reminding Anna that Natasha had said not to ask questions. Wanting to keep her boss happy Anna unbuckled the little straps and traded with the wedges already in Natasha’s hands. Moments later they were both heading out to the car.

The next meeting would be with the director to hash out what Natasha was willing to show onscreen, and what she wasn’t. On the way Natasha made them stop so she could run into a boutique and quickly buy a pair of jeans with a better fit – and some panties. The vibrations of the car, combined with the constant pressure against her slit, was getting Natasha excited down below, and the last thing she needed was for a stain to start showing while she was at a meeting.

What Natasha didn’t realize was that the growth had slowed down because of how the tightness of the jeans had been making her feel.

But Natasha’s breasts and ass were not what was growing as she and Anna arrived at the director’s office. It would be about two dozen steps before Natasha felt her hair brushing her shoulders. The moment she felt the strands knocking against her she took some in her fingers and pulled them forward; not only was her hair growing longer, but Natasha could see some of it staining just the slightest shade of pink.

It reminded her of her wig from Closer.

“Natasha! Anna! So glad you could make it,” the director announced as his secretary let them in. The ladies smiled and greeted the man as he came around the desk, “Natasha, I love your new lip gloss! It makes your lips look so plump! It’s great, we’ll need it for the film!”

“I’m not...” Natasha’s response trailed off as she brought two fingers to her mouth and felt their tips hit her lips sooner than she expected. Her lips were plumper, softer, and a little tacky – just how they would have felt if she’d been wearing lip gloss.

It was as Natasha sat down that she once more felt growth within her shirt and pants. The new panties were quickly swallowed up within her ass crack. This time it was not just her ass continuing to bubble out, but her hips were also pushing away from each other. As the changes reverberated painlessly through her bones Natasha wondered if Anna and the director could hear the creaking echoing in her ears. They could probably hear the sound of yet another denim waistband struggling against Natasha’s bodily alterations.

Like her hips, Natasha’s breasts were also changing in a slightly different way than they had earlier. They were getting bigger, but if their prior growth felt like the skin being filled with warm soft clay this now felt like a water balloon tightly filling up between her fleshy fat and her ribs.

Natasha could feel her skin getting taught as this expansion drove her nipples into the cups of her bra once more. Glancing down her blouse Natasha could see the upper curve of her breasts taking on a more pronounced curve. She could feel that this time the curve was not caused by her breasts having nowhere else to grow out of, but by the design of the new expansion taking place beneath her fatty bulbs. She rolled her shoulders as her back muscles tightened up even more and the straps dug into her.

Her breasts had expanded more so than the last time, and it felt as if Natasha’s bra was going to cut into her skin.

“Natasha, did you hear me?”  

Episode 12: Contract Options

“Natasha, what’s wrong?”

The sound of Anna and the director’s more emphasized questions finally cut through all the physical sensations running to Natasha’s brain, and her attention was brought back out to the meeting she was attending.

“I’m so sorry,” Natasha gasped, “What was the question?”

“How much nudity are you comfortable with on film?” the director repeated, “I’ve gotten Anna’s answer, but I feel that filming is always more comfortable if I speak with the actual actor beforehand.”

“Now Natasha, I’ve already got everything signed. You don’t have to show anything, they can’t...”

Natasha’s mind again wandered away from Anna’s words. Natasha’s breasts had expanded out at least three inches, far beyond what her bra was designed to hold even on its loosest clip. The actree was gritting her teeth in pain. She couldn’t stand this any longer, she had to get the bra off! But she couldn’t just go topless without – wait! Of course!

“Maybe I could do topless,” Natasha suddenly stated, interrupting the monologue Anna was still having.

“Really?” the director asked, a smile creeping onto his face despite his attempt to suppress it.

“Really?” Anna echoed, disbelief and suspicion hanging heavy in her voice. “You’ve said before how uncomfortable-”

“Well, maybe I haven’t had enough experience with it. I should start practicing and see how it feels. Do you mind?” Natasha was already starting to pull off her blouse when she asked her question, and a flabbergasted director was only able to eke out, “Not at all...” by the time Natasha had stripped it from her body.

“Anna, please, if you would,” Natasha said to her assistant. She turned to face the stressed bra clip to Anna, who complied with hesitation. Natasha caught the bra as it sproinged from her chest.

The relief of pressure felt so good Natasha nearly missed the director's reaction – he was clearly trying to keep his eyes in his head. Anna had never seen Natasha topless before, but it was obvious that she never expected to see two breasts as round and...Natasha only now realized that the best word was fake. It looked like she had gotten implants, and it felt like it, too.

Natasha could feel that the growth had stopped. After a breath or two she looked to the director and her assistant.

“Natasha, since when did you-”

“New roles require new experiences,” Natasha interrupted Anna. She turned to look to the director, who was trying to keep as professional as possible. He'd moved behind his desk and sat down, his eyes twitching to and from random objects around the room then back to Natasha's displayed tatas. He started scribbling something on a tablet on his desk.

“Well, Natasha, if you think topless is an option that certainly opens up some scenes. Of course, you don't have to decide that now. I guess, do whatever you need to do to see if you are comfortable with that and let me know...next week?”

“That sounds fine,” Natasha smiled. Then she realized how comfortable she really was with this man looking at her bared breasts. At first she'd just been happy at the physical relief from removing the bra, but now she really was perfectly fine sitting there topless. And why shouldn't she, weren't her new breasts just like those people would pay thousands for? Even Diana? In fact, the side glances her breasts were getting gave Natasha a little thrill.

“Like what you see?” Natasha didn’t realize what she was asking until it was out. She almost slapped her hand to her mouth, but instead recovered some dignity by adding, “Will they look good when filmed?”

“Uh, yes. Yes they will,” the director sputtered.

Natasha silently congratulated herself for the recovery. Where had that question come from? She hadn’t really gotten an answer to it, but the answer she did get made Natasha happy.  

Episode 13: Rear Enhance

Anna’s motion while getting ready to leave brought Natasha back to the present. She couldn't leave topless, so Natasha started to put her blouse back on – without the bra. She could see the look Anna was giving her.

“I want to get used to moving around without a bra. We're only going to the car, after all,” Natasha smiled.

“Ah,” Anna said quietly.

The ride back to Natasha's was mostly quiet, save for Anna tapping away at the screen of her phone. Natasha was trying not to fidget in her seat. Her feet were again tight within the shoes she’d borrowed from Anna. Natasha’s panties were buried deep into her ass, and the feeling of blouse’s fabric against her bare nipples was very distracting. Her bra was sitting in her hand – it would go right to the trash. At least the growth had stopped. Finally the car turned down Natasha's road.

“Well, thanks for organizing everything, Anna, let me know when next they need to speak with me,” Natasha smiled, unbuckling her seat belt.

“I will, but you haven't forgotten about tomorrow, have you?” Anna asked, letting herself out of the car.

“Tomorrow...” Natasha muttered, not able to recall anything. She got out and met Anna around the back of the vehicle. The assistant had opened the trunk and was lifting a dress bag out.

“I emailed you about this last week. Remember La Crescita?”

Natasha thought for a moment. She didn't remember getting any email, but she recognized the title.

“Yeah, that was the Italian-American co-production. Before the comic book movies.”

“Yes, and it finally premieres tomorrow night! Since it may be an Oscar shot for you it’s imperative that you be there. People need to remember the actress you were before all this super hero stuff. This is your Verucci dress for the red carpet,” Anna explained, placing the bag in Natasha's arms, “I'll send you the final details on when the limo will be by when I have them.”

“Oh, okay, of course,” Natasha nodded. Anna didn't wait for any other pleasantries. She went back around, got in the car, and it drove off.

Natasha could feel her panties sinking further and further into her the crack of her ass with every step that brought her into the house and up to the bedroom. She dropped the dress on a chair and pulled off her blouse. Turning to a floor-length mirror she saw how her boobs stuck out round and proud in her reflection, like two fleshy oranges glued to her ribs. She grabbed them, her fingers sinking slightly into the top layer of flesh before receiving resistance from the stiffer

substance inserted within her bosom. Although there was some stretchy give, her skin was quite tight.

As her palms pushed against them Natasha learned for certain how her nipples were very sensitive. The rubbing of the blouse against them had been playing havoc with Natasha's pussy, but skin and flesh did the same doubly so. Not yet ready to explore the changes to her feet Natasha pealed her newly-bought jeans from her ass and hips without removing Anna's heels first. The material slid down her legs – which looked more toned? Kicking the jeans aside Natasha was about to peel away the panties when she stopped, her thumbs millimeters away from slipping under the band. As she stood, looking at the soaked front of the material pulled so tightly against her pussy, Natasha thought that the sensation of fabric folded between her butt cheeks actually felt...comforting. She shimmed her thighs back and forth, rolling the material within her spongy crevice, and decided to leave the panties where they were.

For now, at least.  

Episode 14: Realization

Strutting towards the mirror Natasha examined herself more closely. Her hair was certainly longer than it had been when she left; she could feel it caressing her back between her shoulder blades. The pink she had noticed earlier was becoming more pronounced as a streak running down along her left eye.

Her lips were much puffier and softer than they had ever been before. She sucked and smacked them against her teeth. They were pink, impossibly smooth, and regardless of how many times Natasha rubbed her hand across them the wet glisten would not disappear – or rub off onto her hand. Every time she pressed her fingers against them a pleasant warmth rose up in Natasha's belly.

Natasha didn't know how much more examination she could possibly give her breasts. Round, fake looking, nipples standing at attention. If she stared for too long she knew she'd want to touch them more.

Moving down towards her hips Natasha stopped as she got to her waist. It looked like her sides had sucked in just a touch, enhancing the hourglass look she already had. On a whim she turned for a profile view and noticed that her belly was pushing out just a little. Placing her hands over her naval Natasha confirmed that the curve was real.

From there the actress slid her hands down to her hips. They must have spread out at least two inches, the impression of her jeans' waistband still embedded in her soft flesh. Of everything Natasha was observing about her body, this was the truly disturbing part. Flesh bloats, muscle pulls, but bone doesn't spread. She gripped her hip bones, which were well padded under the extra flesh that reached back to form her bowling-ball-like ass. Her hands slid back and her fingers sunk nearly half an inch into the soft jiggly butt that she'd grown. She traced the overwhelmed panties as they were swallowed up by her enhanced rear. Natasha kept herself together and turned her attention further south.

Her legs did look more toned, although she figured part of that look was caused by how her feet were held up by Anna's shoes. Backing up to her bed Natasha sat, her mattress and ass giving her plenty of cushion. It was difficult, with her breasts being unwilling to shift and roll around her arms, but Natasha was able to get the shoes off.

Placing the shoes aside Natasha tried to stand – and wobbled backwards to the mattress once more. Lifting her right foot up Natasha so that the thickness of her soles was more pronounced. She wasn’t callused, but her feet and toes were developing a smooth keratin layer far thicker than skin. Natasha traced it from heel to little toe, noting that the extra mass was making it difficult to bend the joints of her toes. Regardless, she tried to push her toes so they would level out with her heel, but in addition to the resistance from the new growth she once more felt the burning in her calf.

It was clear that her toes were permanently pulled up. When at rest Natasha's feet would look like they were strapped into heels. The smooth layer was even pulling her toes slightly in-turned, as if they were shifting to match the shape of a shoe.

With her full body examination complete Natasha struggled to keep herself from hyperventilating. How was this possible? What was happening to her? How long would it go for?

Suddenly Natasha realized that, while she had been lost in questions, one hand had begun lightly caressing a breast while the other was teasing her pussy through the damp panties. Natasha pulled them away, interlocking the fingers of each hand in an attempt to control her hands. She at first rested them against her belly button, but when she felt the bump of her stomach she separated them and gripped the sheets.  

Episode 15: Late Night Voicemail

Sleep. Sleep is what I need... Natasha thought to herself. She rolled to the side and pulled the sheets to her head. Resting back on her pillow Natasha slipped her arms underneath and gripped her headboard. She hoped this would keep her from touching any of her enhanced body...at least until after she'd fallen asleep.

It was 2:35 am when Natasha awoke to a car alarm outside. She didn't know what time it was until she fumbled around in the dark to find her purse and retrieve her phone, a task made all the more complicated with the expansions to her body. Once she saw the time she could not believe she'd been asleep for so long.

As she'd been searching for her phone Natasha noticed some extra weight tugging on her head. Flipping on the lamp next to her bed and glancing to the mirror Natasha gasped and threw a hand to her puffy lips; her hair was much longer. Feeling around behind her Natasha could confirm that it had grown to the small of her back. Not only that, but the color highlight was spreading. There wasn't any more pink, but the hair next to it was turning blue.

At first there didn't appear to be any other changes to her body; she was still the fake-breasted hourglass with the giant ass that she'd been when she went to bed. Then Natasha noticed that her belly bump was just a bit more pronounced.

Not certain of what else to do Natasha dialed Diana. The actress quietly begged over and over for her lover to pick up, but the call went to voice mail. It was nearly 2:50 now, what had Natasha expected would happen?

“Diana, it's Nat. I...I need to talk to you. I'm...alright, I guess, but I'd really like to talk to you. Please call me back as soon as you can.”

Putting down the phone Natasha realized that while she'd been talking on it her free hand had again been caressing her engorged pussy through the tight fabric of her panties. Natasha initially pulled it away, but as she did so she caught another look at herself in the mirror. The way the light was falling over her curves...she posed on the bed, pushing out her breasts, holding up her long locks, angling her hips so her ass exploded out of her thinned waist. She was stunning. If she was stuck like this she had no idea what it would mean for her career, but being shaped in such an exaggeratedly feminine way didn't really offend Natasha.

In fact, it turned her on.

Which was a surprise.

The light clicked off.

This time Natasha purposefully sent her hand to her pussy. Her fingers slipped under the band of the panties. She rolled her butt as her hand pulled the material between her ass even tighter. Her fingertips found her pulsing labia, her crotch like a swamp of sexual suppression. She quickly found her clit, pinching and rubbing it between her digits as her other hand did the same to a very stiff nipple.

Natasha rolled backward onto the bed so that she was fully reclined. Her hair spread out around her as she flicked and pinched at herself. She'd been pushing back so much horniness through the day that it didn't take long for her to intensely cum. She cried out, pushing her titties up towards the ceiling before the orgasm crashed and her body fell back to the sheets. The long needed orgasm had taken much out of the actress, and the afterglow lulled her back into sleep - with her fingers still teasing her body.  

Episode 16: Rooted Changes

A low moan rolled from Natasha’s throat as she woke up late the next morning. Her middle finger was still nestled between her pussy lips. Natasha slowly pulled it out from under her panties. The smell of her musk was heavy everywhere, especially on her glistening fingers. The elastic band of her underwear was so tight that it had left an indent along the back of her wrist.

Natasha winced at the near-noon sun as it sent its rays around the breaks in her curtains. As she slowly gathered her senses and pushed herself up by her arms Natasha felt a tightness across her. She was tired of gaping at herself in the bedroom mirror and turned away from it, cooing at the new rounder curves of her body as she rolled to the opposite side of her bed.

A need to use the bathroom rose up from Natasha’s loins. And there was a mirror to be found in there. Natasha placed her feet to the floor. She felt even pressure across the bottom of them, and she was too sleepy to realize this should concern her.

The actress stood and teetered for a moment before a new posture locked into place. Her muscles, particularly in her thighs and across her back, were automatically adjusting her balance for her. Natasha noted a tickle across the upper curve of her expanded ass.

Natasha was again aware of her need for the bathroom, and she took a step. She moved gracefully, even if her feet felt heavy and were making a clomp with each step. She felt her ass wiggle with each twist of her hips, while the limited movement of her stuffed bust remained a perplexing perception.

Quickly finished with what she’d primarily gone to the bathroom for Natasha’s mind was now fully waking up. She was a little concerned by how high her cushiony ass held her atop the hard plastic seat, and Natasha stood to examine herself in the mirror above the bathroom sink. Her hand followed the cascade of silky strands that went all the way down to her puffy rear. She could feel the weight of her extended hair on her scalp, but like the rest of her body her neck had strengthened to support the change.

Length was not the most striking change to Natasha’s hair. Starting at the front with the pink turned-fluorescent-purple that had been there from the beginning, Natasha now sported something of a neon spectrum; bright near-pink purple in the front, followed by the bright cyan, next to a vibrant green, a blazing yellow, an unnatural orange, and finally a red ridiculously doll-like in its shade.

Her hair was not the only part of Natasha that had changed its tone. She stretched out her fingers and looked to either side of her hands; her skin was darker. Not much, maybe a day’s worth of tanning on the beach, but certainly a deeper tone. The darker pigment stretched over a slightly more pronounced bulge of her belly.

Taking steps out of the bathroom Natasha’s attention was drawn to the very unusual sensations in her feet. She gasped as she saw the keratin wedges that had grown out from her soles. Her toes were interconnected from beneath, and only millimeters from the floor. An immobile mass of hard nail-like material grew down from the rest of her angled foot, nearly four inches tall from her raised heel to the carpet of her bedroom. The bottom of the thick material was not completely flat – a small arch was cut out from behind her toes to a square section beneath her heel.

This didn’t mean the growth wasn’t very heavy.  

Episode 17: Bared

Natasha’s mind went into auto-pilot. She made herself some lunch and tried to watch TV and keep her thoughts off of what was happening to her. These distractions were only partially successful, and her fingers continued their attempts to play with her sensitive bits whenever Natasha’s attention waned. She decided that testing whether or not the dress for the premiere could still possibly fit her was a good way to keep her hands busy.

As she contemplated showering before dressing in the virgin outfit Natasha realized that she had never completely removed her panties, which had been re-wedged well into her ass. Her naturally grown wedges took her to the bathroom, and the actress hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her engulfed underwear. She shuddered as the sticky and soaked material peeled off her pussy.

Natasha noticed her mons was completely bare; the landing strip she always kept trimmed there was completely gone. There was no stubble or other evidence of shaving or waxing; the hair had simply vanished.

A warm shower was exactly what she needed to try and relax, even though she was concerned about what traction she would have with her transformed feet. The comforting spray did indeed put order to the chaos of her thoughts, but that was mostly from how it made her skin tingle. As she soaped herself Natasha found her fingers still lingering on breasts, ass, and pussy – but for the moment her ministrations were washing away the evidence of her self-pleasure and rubbing in her soap. But, once thoroughly cleaned, it was with great effort that the actress pushed against the desire to play with herself. Moving quickly she clomped out of the stall and toweled herself dry. She was surprised, but relieved, to discover that her lengthy hair dried impossibly fast.

Natasha grabbed the dress bag and opened it. Inside was a red knee-length dress with sleeves and a golden broach which rested over a cleavage slit. It shimmered in the light. It was beautiful...but had clearly been fashioned for her old physique. It would be difficult to get it to fit, and she certainly didn’t want to try while commando.

Standing completely nude she could feel her legs shifting subtly and her butt cheeks pinching against nothing. Natasha wanted to once more feel the crack of her ass filled with fabric. The actress considered what underwear she had. Not much of what she’d normally wear would fit over her ass anymore. The only panties she owned which would fit over her wider hips without snapping were the damp pair currently resting on the floor. The aroma wafting up from them absolutely ruled them out as something she’d push against the fabric of the dress.

Then a distant memory fluttered into her mind.

From the back of her closet Natasha pulled out a box. Opening it up revealed a pile of gray thongs, with the title logo for Your Highness emblazoned across the forward facing triangle of cloth. When she’d opened the strange package immediately after its delivery so many years ago Natasha had found the marketing ploy terribly crude, just as she’d found the movie trailer featuring her bathing at the edge of the water in the steel thong an inappropriate and base use of her body to lull in an audience of lowest common denominators.

Now, however, the thought of feeling the material lost between her juicy butt cheeks appealed to Natasha. She recalled again the hooting audiences that had watched her bend over in the scene opening night, her butt split by the metal rod, and she flushed a little.

How had she been so satisfied having such a flat ass?  

Episode 18: Upgrade

The thongs were all extra stretchy to allow for one-size-fits-all and Natasha had no problem pulling them up over her curves. She was expecting the same satisfactory feeling from before as she felt the string settle down the center of her ass, but this time it was different. The material was a little too thick, a little too rough.

Silk, Natasha mused to herself as she fidgeted with the material, essentially flossing her ass, What I need is some satin in there!

Natasha blinked a little as she considered that unexpected thought – but it was right; feeling satin shifting between her butt cheeks would feel really good.

Returning to the project at hand Natasha collapsed the dress down on itself like a hula-hoop. She lifted it over herself, shimmying the material over her hands and head, pushing it down over her shoulders and tits. The fabric was rough and Natasha shuddered as it dragged across her breasts and nipples. Perhaps there were still some good reasons to own bras.

Silk bras! Popped into her head. Natasha was working too hard at pulling the dress down to her hips to think about where that thought had come from.

It was soon obvious that the dress was not going to properly fit Natasha’s new physique. Staring at her reflection Natasha examined how the red fabric was stretched over her curves. Thanks to her wide hips and bubble but the hem of the dress was barely past her ass. Natasha had tried as hard as possible to pull the material over the curve of her cheeks, which wedged her butt tightly into the fabric. A ripple of extra sparkly red hung around her waist like a belt.

Turning her attention to her upper body, the only thing keeping in place the material that was covering Natasha’s chest were the dress’ sleeves. The fabric was pulled tight across her breasts, bulging them together. The golden broach that was intended to leave just her deep cleavage visible could not come close to stretching across her boobs and hooking to the other side.

Staring at her reflection Natasha figured sloppy was the nice way to describe how she looked. She could barely breathe. Each breath was followed by a chorus of stitches crying out from stress.

Then the chorus began a steady wail – when she wasn’t breathing.

Natasha’s body had begun to grow again. Stitches popped as things other than her lungs once again started filling.

Natasha’s eyes first went wide and then winced as her ass and breasts expanded. Her breathing became haggard – not from pain, but from a sexual rush as her body fought against the material. Tan skin erupted down the sides of Natasha’s outfit as the seams along her hips gave out and ripped open. Her breasts bulged further over the top of her dress before the stitching under Natasha’s arms severed and the material fell away. Her nipples, now the thickness of a man’s finger, jutted out from the exposed curve of her tits. Simultaneously the material that had been hanging loose around her waist filled in as her stomach distended.

As quickly as it started the changes stopped. By the end of it Natasha was gasping for breath, each of her affected parts having gained another three inches.

Sloppy no longer applied. The reflection before her could only be described as slutty.

Natasha was quiet for a moment. Then she started giggling. She ran her hands through the long Technicolor hair spread out around her head She was recognizable, in that her face was still 99% the same, but the tan, the tits, and the ass were all new.

And better.

She was Natasha Peruse 2.0.  

Episode 19: Top Up

The actress could not believe how turned on she was. The act of destroying the dress as her body further changed beyond her control had flushed Natasha’s body and mind with a desire for sex. She could feel that the fresh thong was already soaked from her soppy pussy. Her legs were weak and she considered dropping back to the bed, her fingers already eager to find her clit.

But Natasha maintained control. She had a premiere to attend, and she had destroyed her dress. Nothing she had would fit her. Action had to be taken, and quickly. Natasha went to the table and grabbed her phone, quickly noting that her feet did not feel as heavy. As she pulled up Anna’s number Natasha smiled at how it felt to have the tattered fabric resting around her bared bazingas and plumped ass. In a few ring’s Anna’s voice came through the phone.

“Hey, Natasha, what can I do for you?”

“Bring the car over, quick. We’re going shopping.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be right there. But we don’t have a lot of time before the premiere...”

Natasha hung up, not caring if Anna finished her sentence. She checked her calls and sadly confirmed that Diana had not called her back. Redialing her absent lover Natasha once again got voicemail. She rambled on a little about wanting to see Diana before the event that night, that she was going out shopping, and hung up again without really saying goodbye.

Natasha wiggled out of the dressed, humming as the material dragged over her nipples one more. She dropped the remains of the dress onto the bag it had come in, Natasha’s hand moving in a flourish that implied some sort of victory.

Then she paused. Getting new clothes that would fit her was one thing, but Natasha realized that she still needed to get into the stores without being arrested.

Searching her drawers and closet she found a stretchy pleated black skirt that popped over her hips and ass after a bit of a fight. It was supposed to be knee length but Natasha’s new junk in the trunk pulled it up as a thigh-high.

Because of how her muscles had tightened up, in combination with the fact that her stuffed breasts barely sagged, a brassiere would only be necessary to protect her sensitive teats from any rough fabric. Natasha knew she’d want to find a silk bra for herself, but for now she just need to cover up for the trip. She pulled open a drawer and put her hand on an old sweatshirt, but couldn’t bring herself to pull the material out of the dresser.

Why on Earth would I hide these so completely? Natasha pondered, looking down at her bulbous chest and giving the side of her left breast a caress; People pay so much to look like this! They look great on the woman I...

Natasha let her thought trail off as she closed the drawer and went back to her closet. Hanging on the rod, pushed all the way back against the wall, were half-a-dozen light blue men’s collared button-down shirts. Over their left breast each one had No Strings Attached embroidered; yet another promotional item that had been sent to Natasha.

Pulling one on she noted how the light color accented her new tan – which looked darker since the last time she’d looked to it. Buttoning up from the bottom Natasha had to start struggling as she reached the upper curve of her boobs. With great effort she left herself with an impressive triangle of cleavage at the top of the shirt – she hadn’t even buttoned two-thirds of the way up.  

Episode 20: An Honest Reaction

Looking to her feet Natasha discovered that the once small arch in her wedges had expanded, leaving a gap from where her toes were flat with the ground to the five-inch column that grew down from her heel. The keratin had spread a few centimeters up the sides of her feet, and the nails of her toes had grown together in one smooth section. It looked like Natasha was wearing a pair of tan high-heels, but in fact the smooth material was growing from her skin.

It should have freaked her out, but instead Natasha was happy that she didn’t need to look for shoes.

Natasha stayed inside as she waited for Anna to pull up, taking the moment to affirm that Diana had still not gotten back to her. Natasha sent another text.

As the car pulled to a stop Natalei moved as quickly as she could with her grown-in heels and the jiggle of her blown-up parts Natasha jumped into the passenger seat. Anna was touching up her own make-up in the mirror and didn’t at first notice anything about Natasha. She still didn’t as her boss told her to head towards a boutique row in West Hollywood.

Anna responded “Okay,” but said nothing else as she turned her head left to check for traffic. As they pulled out and began their drive Natasha couldn’t hold back any more.

“Anna, have you not noticed anything different about me?” Natasha blurted out. Anna seemed a little startled by the question.

And was even more startled when she looked over.

“Miss Peruse!” Anna exclaimed, nearly driving into on-coming traffic, “What...what’s...”

“I don’t know what’s happened to me,” Natasha replied. She’d meant to sound somber or concerned, but through her smile the sentence sounded gleeful.

“Those must be extension in your hair, right? And you’ve got on falsies as practice for the movie, right?” Anna sputtered, taking a hand off the wheel and poking Natasha in the left boob. When the breast reacted like a natural boob would, and Natasha shuddered and sighed from the touch, Anna yanked back her hand.

“No...all real,” Natasha gasped, “And all amazing!”

“We have to take you to a hospital!” Anna exclaimed, checking the traffic and flipping the turn signal for an upcoming exit that Natasha knew would not get them to the shops.

“Nope,” the actress corrected, reaching over and flipping up the turn signal lever. Anna slapped at the intruding hand, but did not put the signal back on.

“Miss Peruse! There’s something wrong! Look at your lips, you’re having-” “Sudden Onset Sexiness?” Natasha purred.

“I was going to say an allergic reaction!”

“I’m certainly having a reaction, but not like that,” Natasha sighed. Each vibration and bump of the car was getting her panties damper and damper.

“You can’t go out like that, your career-”

“My career will evolve, Anna,” Natasha responded, but this sentence was tinged by some doubt. She didn’t like the shadow of uncertainty that had suddenly ruined her fun with Anna, so the actress decided that Q&A was over for now. She pulled a pair of sunglasses out of Anna’s glove compartment and flipped down the mirror in the sun shade. With her tan, lips, and the glasses Natasha wouldn’t be recognized unless someone really knew her features.

The moment Natasha got out of the car – the moment she was once more visible to the world – she could feel her body expanding again. Anna followed Natasha, the assistant nervously glancing around, as the actress went straight for one of the lingerie stores. Moving quickly through the racks she picked up a pair of satin panties and a satin bra and disappeared into a changing stall before anyone could ask, “Do you need any help?”  

Episode 21: Photo Go Go

Natasha slipped the rough thong down from under her skirt, kicking it aside with her encased foot as she pulled the satin one up over her ass. She cooed as the cool smooth silk caressed her

skin, the fabric hugging her rear and cradling her cooch. She pulled up on the elastic and wiggled her ass as the panties slipped into her crack. The feeling was heavenly.

The shirt was then pulled off. Natasha had grabbed a satin shelf bra; satin and elastic were all that constructed it. Slipping it on Natasha hummed happily as more cool fabric slid around her breasts and nestled over her rock-hard nipples. Natasha was so happy she almost forgot where she was, coming out of her fog as Anna knocked on the door asking urgently “Are you okay?” Natasha replied in the affirmative, snapped the price tags off, and passed them under the door.

“Buy five more of each of these. I’ll be out in a moment.”

Natasha ran her hands over her breasts and butt – each had gained a centimeter or two. She saw that her stomach had also bulged out, and further than her other squishy parts had.

Natasha soon joined the anxious Anna and they moved to the next boutique. The actress noticed that the expansion of her dimensions – while still happening – had now slowed.

The next changing room was for a new outfit. Natasha bought a leopard print top that looked painted onto her breasts and left her rounded stomach bare. For a bottom she’d picked a clingy, dark blue lycra skirt that poured over her ass and stopped just an inch past where butt met thigh. As she left the store, Anna in tow with another bag and her fingers tapping at her phone, Natasha could feel that her body’s changes had nearly stopped.

But not quite entirely yet.

Natasha hadn’t been able to pass a nearby nail booth without getting two-inch hot pink fakies glued to each of her fingers. Her last stop would have been the shoe store, but the clacking across the brick sidewalk was a reminder that Natasha would never – and could never – wear a new pair of shoes again. Taking a moment to examine her outfit in a particularly reflective window Natasha noticed that the keratin heels had reshaped further, now spindly stilettos that were beginning to dip into a pink shade. As she admired herself Natasha felt as if her body’s changes had finally stopped.

“What do you think?” Natasha asked Anna, waving her hand over the assistant’s phone to get her attention.

Anna gave Natasha a quick look up and down. She clearly didn’t know what to say to her boss, so she muttered, “I guess if you like. I’m sure you know what you’re doing. But we should get moving so you can put on that dress.”

It was only now Natasha realized that she hadn’t yet told Anna about the dress. In fact, she’d completely forgotten about the premiere until now. She was about to admit to the outfit’s destruction when she noticed a crowd starting to move towards them from the other end of the row of stores.

And not just a crowd of shoppers.

A crowd of flashing paparazzi was at the center of the commotion.

“Uh, Anna, can you tear away from your phone for a moment and find out what’s going on over there?”

“That’s actually what I’m doing with my phone,” Anna replied without looking away from the screen, “I think Kim Kardashian just showed up. With a lot of photographers. Whose job is to recognize you, even with those shades and...other changes.”

“Oh...” Natasha quietly replied.  

Episode 22: Coming Together

“You mean oh shit,” Anna added, tugging on Natasha’s arm, “C’mon, let’s go. I know you think looking like a reality show whore is a good idea, but someone already has that covered. But if anyone snaps a picture of you looking like this...”

Natasha had been so ready to embrace the changes to her body, reveling in her physical pleasure and discovery, that dismissing the possible endangerment of her movie career had been easy. And the flashing of the cameras was so alluring, the idea of her body and outfit immortalized on film and the internet started to heat her up.

But as they drew closer the old part of her mind, the rational part, started to-

“Natasha, this way!” Anna tugged harder this time, nearly toppling the actress off her attached heels. Natasha struggled to stay upright as she followed her assistant. But progress was difficult, not only because of her outgrown stilettos but because other shoppers were starting to head towards the commotion at faster speeds and thicker crowds.

Within only a few steps Anna and Natasha were moving at a frantic pace. The flashing lights were beginning to disorientate Natasha, and suddenly she realized, “Anna, we’re going away from the car!”

“I know, I’m hoping we can loop around.”

“Or someone shows up to save you.”

Natasha focused her attention through the crowd to the source of the last reply. She knew that voice.

“Diana!” Natasha gasped as the porn star grabbed her arm. The actress smiled. And then gasped as her breasts began growing again – very quickly this time. Diana let out a similar heave of breath.

“You, quick, take my keys, I’ll take Natasha!”

“Where are we-”

“Just hit Home on my GPS!”

The leopard print was being stretched thin as Natasha’s breasts grew with no regard to their trappings. She could feel the satin and elastic pushing into her skin. The sound of stitches popping could be heard from the lower portion of the outfit as she was lead to an open door. She quickly found herself in the back seat of Diana’s car. The porn star joined her in the back and

Anna was swiftly at the wheel. In moments the assistant had the car started and was making her way out of the parking lot.

“Where have you been?” Natasha wheezed as she clawed at her clothes. Diana was doing the same to her own pink tank top.

“I’m sorry, Nat, I really am. And more than you realize,” Diana muttered, trying to pull her top over her breasts.

“What do you...oh!”

Natasha’s body was wracked with pleasure as her breasts, ass, and stomach continued to expand against her clothes. Anna was speeding down the street, the car rocking back and forth with each turn. In record time Anna announced, “We’re here!” and the trio, mostly using Anna as support, wobbled into the parking garage’s elevator. By now the actress was so filled with sexual desperation that she couldn’t stop herself from kissing Diana wherever she could – and, in a moment of confusion, a very surprised Anna.

Natasha – and her lungs – could not believe she was still clothed as she and her lover stumbled into Diana’s apartment. It wouldn’t be until the morning that Natasha would realize that Anna had left, locking the door behind them.

At the moment Natasha only cared about getting her top and bra off. Diana had pealed her clothing away the moment she got through the door, and the naked porn star helped strip Natasha topless amidst her own sexual shudders.

“What’s...happening?” Natasha exclaimed as she and Diana collapsed to all fours beside each other. Natasha’s newly bought skirt and satin panties were still on, already rendered unreturnable. Gobs of Natasha’s juices were flowing down her thighs, adding to the pool on the floor that Diana was already making.

“Tell you...in morning...” Diana gasped. 

Episode 23: Prolonged Climax

Both of their backs arched, Daphne’s bare ass in the air beside Natalie’s. The actress’ butt had gained four more inches since getting in the car, and her hips cracking another two wide. The panties and skirt were wrapped tight around her bottom. Her boobs were practically resting on the floor, having long passed the size of soccer balls. Natalie could feel every muscle and fiber of her body tightening. Her fingernails were tingling like crazy, as well as the flesh of her encased feet.

Natalie’s whole body had phantom fingers running across it, as did Daphne’s. They each howled as they came, orgasm after orgasm crashing over them. Their limbs went limp and they fell into writhing lumps of bone, flesh, and silicon in their own pool of feminine juices. The pair managed to wrap their arms and legs around each other as they passed out from pleasure, their orgasms and alterations continuing on for nearly ten minutes after they’d lost consciousness.

Natalie’s eyes peeled open as she felt Daphne begin to move. She could see the other woman lying directly across from her on the floor, their bodies still in each other’s arms. Each little movement revealed how much of her body was covered in the pussy juice that had poured from them the night before. She’d destroyed her knew skirt and it lay around her in pieces, but she could feel the panties had survived and were still tightly encased around – and in – her ass.

Natalie didn’t say anything as she and Daphne peeled themselves from the floor. Natalie had to grab and pull her long hair from the dried patches with her hand to keep it from tugging on her scalp. She could already tell that her body had once again gone through a significant change.

The actress’ legs were weak and her knees wobbled. This, in tandem with the pink extreme stilettoes growing down from her heels, meant Natalie had to steady herself on Daphne’s couch as she rose. Her breasts, far bigger than Natalie cared to estimate at this time, sent shivers down her spine as they brushed the white pleather.

Natalie held her temples with one hand as she careful clicked and clicked her way around Daphne – still resting on the floor – and into the bedroom, where she knew a full mirror could be found.

The young woman barely recognized herself. She had a deep coffee tan across the entirety of her skin, the bright pink of her lips and a flourish of eye shadow standing out vibrantly across her face. The neon rainbow running through one side of her otherwise platinum blond tresses was also a stark contrast to her full-body tan. Her nipples had become nearly chocolate in color.

And under those rock-hard Kisses were two breasts as large and round as medicine balls, sticking out from Natalie’s ribs in all of their artificial glory. The skin was tight across them, nearly to the point of reflecting the light from her skin like a dry erase board. Beneath them Natalie’s waist tucked in while her bully bulged out. Her naval had popped from an innie to an outie on the outer slope of what she guessed was a second trimester sized stomach, although Natalie really had no idea how to judge the phantom pregnancy. Of all that was changed about her body, this was the only portion of her alterations that Natalie was legitimately concerned about.

But neither her belly nor her breasts were the most developed changes. Her hips were practically as wide as the width of her bosom. Natalie tottered into a profile and gasped at her ass. It stuck out behind her at least a foot and a half. The satin panties were lost somewhere deep inside her crack, the only evidence of them the waistband and deep camel toe in front of her. She poked a cheek with one of her extended nails, and found her butt flesh to be soft and giving. Seized with a whim she smacked her rear and giggled and shuddered as she watched the warm cheeks wobble around.

“I thought that was my job…” Daphne’s voice wafted from the doorway. Natalie turned and brought her pink nails to her pink lips. Daphne’s breasts had gained a few inches, not a big change given her starting size. The truly significant alterations to her had been a massive jump in the size of Daphne’s nipples – each stood out the length and width of a can of Red Bull. And, nestled between her thighs, Natalie could see that Daphne’s labia and clit had changed. The porn queen’s pussy lips had greatly engorged, each just over the thickness of a finger. The tender button of nerves had grown with them, just poking into view from beneath and looking to be just smaller than a golf ball. Daphne began to walk towards her guest and Natalie could see that the changes to Daphne’s pussy meant that every step would be the equivalent of someone fingering Daphne’s clit.

“What happened to me? To us?”

“It’s a spell…a curse, kind of…” Daphne answered, passing Natalie and going to the bed. She patted next to herself and Natalie teetered over, leaving a little room between their busts.

“Magic?” Natalie replied, her expression and tone betraying her thoughts on the idea.

“Take another look at those tits and then say that again with so much doubt.”

“Valid point. Go on.”

“Well, I don’t know who was the first to fall under the spell, but it gets passed from person to person during orgasm. It transforms someone into their most pleasurable and secretly desired form…as far as I can tell. It’s a guess, really.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this before we-”

“Because I couldn’t. The magic keeps the infected from talking about it with the infector outside of very specific circumstances. That’s why I was avoiding you – until the spell was far enough along I wouldn’t be able to explain any of this to you, and I couldn’t handle the idea of seeing you and not being able to tell you what was happening.”

“So that’s why you were…faking it with me all those times?” Natalie asked.

“Yes,” Daphne replied, casting her eyes to the floor, “You were so…I mean, how could I resist? But I tried. Each of our times together felt great, but then you…”

“I know,” Natalie smiled, taking her hand and raising Daphne’s head until they were looking eye-to-eye, “I forgive you.”

Daphne ginned.

“I figured you would.”

“Oh yeah?” Natalie giggled, swatting Daphne on the arm, “Why so sure?”

“Well, because, there’s one other aspect of the spell I haven’t explained yet…”

“Is that this?” Natalie pointed to her pregger belly, “This feels…strangely good, but I don’t think I ever thought of pregnancy as erotic…”

“Ah, no, two things…” Daphne sighed, “That’s actually for me…you’re filling with magic in there, and when you release it during the full moon the person under this spell who was most responsible for your binding will have some more…creative changes come to them.”

“I see…” Natalie replied quietly, running her hands over her extended stomach, one thumb lingering a moment over her popped belly button, “Then what was the other thing?”

“Well, the other thing is…” Daphne whispered as she came in close towards Natalie’s glossy lips, “…is that it all seems to be part of some sort of love spell…”

Daphne and Natalie’s first kiss in days sparked a passionate bought of lovemaking. The actress nearly came just from the sensation of her drenched panties being peeled from her. Her breasts and ass had increased in sensitivity in line with how they had increased in size. She fell atop Daphne, their silicon-filled tits jostling for space between their writhing bodies. Their plump lips and tongues eagerly explored each other’s mouths as hands traced the new elevations of their bodies. Both women came freely over and over, Daphne’s bed quickly soaked.

Between fuckings Natalie discovered two other additional details of her new form. The shoes that had grown around her feet permanently stretched her heels up seven inches. They were also now a bright glossy pink that matched Natalie’s lips and formerly fake fingernails – formerly as the plastic strips had fused to her fingers and were now irremovable.

The full moon was only two days away. Natalie and Daphne agreed that, with all the changes the actress had undergone, it would be best if she wasn’t seen in public until her pregnant belly was gone – the explanation of a missing baby would be far more difficult to explain than her new look alone. Over the course of forty-eight hours the pair fucked practically non-stop. Natalie loved every spank to her overblown ass, while Daphne could not get enough of Natalie kissing her plumped lower lips and sucking on her enormous nipples. Sleeping and eating was done only when needed. And all through it, with every passing hour, Natalie’s belly was getting bigger, and the skin over her stomach tighter.

Eventually midnight the evening of the full moon was only minutes away. Daphne opened the doors to her porch and the cool night’s air washed over Natalie, who was lying on her back atop Daphne’s couch. Over the last three hours Natalie’s stomach had gotten so big she was having problems standing and moving around, and she’d been on the couch since then with Daphne’s eager mouth between her legs and under her belly. Now, with as the time drew near, Daphne was standing near the open doors, bathed in the moon light, awaiting what was coming to her.

“Oh…oh! I think it’s happening!” Natalie exclaimed, her knees bent up and her legs spread wide. She felt a new pressure building within her, and suddenly a great release moved from within. The bottled magic pushed through Natalie’s hips and fluttered her labia as a pink supernatural essence flowed out of her. It collected in the air above the actress’ slowly deflating belly. Natalie was gasping and cumming for minutes as her stomach shrank and her belly button slowly returned to an innie. Finally she felt the last of the magical mass leave her. Gasping and looking down at herself, Natalie saw that she still retained a slight bulge compared to how flat her stomach had been before she underwent any changes, but not nearly as massive as she'd been moments before.

She almost missed feeling the feeling of looking so fertile and full of life.

Looking up Natalie watched as the pink ball flew towards Daphne. The porn queen closed her eyes and prepared herself for whatever was going to happen – and completely missed the magic splitting in half. Some of it flew right past her, but the other half wrapped around her like a floating tentacle. She immediately gasped and began to shudder.

“Daphne! Are you okay?” Natalie exclaimed, trying to get up from the couch as quick as she could. Daphne opened her eyes and looked down at the supernatural swarm surrounding her.

“I…I'm-”

It was then that the magic pulled into Daphne, wrapping around her very tightly. It spread out across her skin, while Daphne's back arched and she moaned in pleasure. All across her form her skin was becoming just a little glossy, making it permanently appear to be as if she'd been gently misted with water or sweat.

A tightness of her belly brought Daphne's pleasure-racked attention to her stomach. Unable to see it past her breasts Daphne's hands went to her belly button to confirm what was happening, which was that it was swiftly rising from her.

“Ooo...” the porn star gasped as her gut bloated and stretched. In moments she looked to be in her third trimester of pregnancy, although there was no baby inside Daphne's belly. Instead her stomach was now filled out as if it was a giant breast with an outy naval in replace of the nipple. As her fingers ran across her expanded stomach – which she now could see past her tits – she found her gut was now as sensitive as her breasts!

As she stood feeling herself up Daphne lurched a little. Part of the carpet beneath her feet had separated from the rest. It wrapped around her heels, toes, and ankles, and Daphne was lifted from the floor. The material snaked and shifted around her feet until Daphne was standing in two 6-inch heeled boots that had a slutty style which still reflected the pattern of the carpet they had grown from. What Daphne would soon learn was that anytime she placed her weight on her bare feet whatever materiel they were touching would form into a new set of super-sexy heels. She could have bare feet in bed, but she'd never walk anywhere in anything but stripper heels.

Daphne teetered as the pink surrounding her faded away. She was still recovering from both the extent of the changes made to her and the orgasmic sensations that had accompanied the metamorphosis.

“To answer your question...” Daphne gasped, looking up and smiling at the wide-eyed Natalie, “I'm quite fine.”

“Have you ever seen it do that before?” Nat asked, walking over and taking her lover's hand.

“I’m told the magic is capable of many changes, I haven't seen all of them-”

“No, I mean, have you ever seen the magic split like that?”

“What?”

Natalie walked a carefully balanced Daphne to the window, “The magic came out of me, balled up in the air, and then before it changed you half of it split away and went...” Natalie waved her hand about the window to indicate she had no further details.

“That's so strange...” Daphne sighed, putting her arm around Natalie, “I wonder where it could have gone?”

Across town Anna gently ran her hand through the warm water surrounding her, sad to leave the comforting soak. She’d tried calling her boss a number of times since dropping her off at Daphne’s, but since both lovers had turned off their cell phones each of Anna’s calls went to voicemail. Figuring she’d relax and enjoy the radio silence while she could, a warm soak with scented candles and oils had been a wonderful idea. She didn't want to get out of the water, but as Anna stepped out of the tub and lifted the towel she was already thinking about the next time she'd get the chance to enjoy a soak.

It was as Anna was rubbing the towel across her ass that the pink magic pushed itself through her cracked window. It flowed down through the air and filtered through the fabric of the towel. The first inkling Anna had of anything unusual going on was a slight warming of her body. She didn’t notice the growth of a thin webbing of skin between her fingers, since there was nothing between them to be pushed away. As she pulled the towel up to dry her hair Anna didn’t even notice her toes stretching out from the ends of her feet. It wasn’t until her thighs started to grow together, pushing Anna’s pussy up and out from them, that Anna looking down towards her changing body.

“Holy crap!” Anna shouted out, her body heaving and losing its balance as she saw her legs fusing together. Her toes and feet had further stretched out, robbing her feet of any stability and forming the end of Anna’s new caudal fin. The young woman fell forward, her webbed hands desperately grasping at the doorjamb to keep her upright. Anna’s pubic hair had fallen from her, the follicles transforming into green scales that were beginning to spread down across Anna’s skin. The muscles of her legs from hips to ankles had fused into one another, and the bones were beginning to knit together as a single line and divide into multiple joints.

Her lower extremities were no longer built to support her torso under the full weight of gravity, and Anna panicked as her tail slipped from beneath her and she fell to the floor. She tried to pull herself across the tile but was having difficulty getting any grip. At first she though the remainder of scented oils from the tub had made her hands slick, but it was quickly clear that Anna’s pores had changed to exude the slippery fluid across her entire body. She was soon lying in a pool of the sweet smelling liquid, her tail slapping the tile with thick splashes.

As swiftly as the changes had started they passed, as did Anna’s thrashing about. Accepting her fate she looked down at her body with a mixture of anger and resignation. The lips of her pussy were puffy and glistening with a mix of oil and her own lubricant. They sat proud and high between her hips, nestled at the top the new fish tail that had been made of her legs. The mermaid’s webbed hands slid over the transition from mammalian flesh to fishy scales. As Anna examined herself a lock of red hair fell across her eyes.

Grabbing a nearby dry washrag Anna wiped the oils from her hand and picked up her phone. Again she called Natalie.

This time she didn’t go to voicemail.

“How the fuck did the magic in me change you?” Natalie exclaimed as she and Daphne stood over Anna, who was reclined against the tub. She had her arms crossed over her breasts. On her face was an expression similar to that of a child who has been caught in a lie.

“You fell under the spell at some point as well, didn’t you?” Daphne asked, pacing back and forth in the small room. Both women were wearing crop tops that left plenty of underboob visible, and skirts that barely came down over their butts. Daphne's stomach hung over the hem of her skirt. Natalie had borrowed a pair of panties from Daphne, which were buried deep in in her ass crack. The whale tale of Daphne’s own thong rose over the band of her skirt. She was still wearing the stripper heels that had formed from her carpet.

Anna did not look like she wanted to answer Daphne’s question.

“You know, I can just hire a new assistant and we can leave you here…” Natalie added.

“Fine, yes, I used to be a much chunkier girl. Then I ran into Misty Mundae at a bar.”

“Misty…” Daphne muttered, thinking.

“Is that who gave you the spell?” Natalie asked Daphne.

“No, it-”

“Hey, my origin story here,” Anna interrupted. Her demure demeanor was falling away, “I’d always had something of a crush on her. She was a bar regular and over a few evenings we got pretty close. Then one night we didn’t leave separately, and I woke up the next morning to find myself slowly changing into the slim swimmer’s body with nice tits that I had always wanted. Once it was all done Misty explained the spell to me as best she could, and my belly magic gave her a hairless monkey tail with a dick on the end.”

“I guess that explains why she retired…”

“Yeah. Misty was actually proud of what she’d done to me, and knew about some other people under the spell. She offered me the chance to take over a few videos she’d have to back out of, but I wanted to try for a legit acting career. That didn’t exactly take off as I planned, so…”

“So you got yourself hired as my personal assistant to be close to the action and get some connections,” Natalie spoke up.

“Yeah.  And that’s ruined for me now. I know any attempt to undo the changes caused by the spell will be reverted back by the magic. I’m stuck like this.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Natalie’s belly magic changed you,” Daphne spoke up, “I'm the one who gave Natalie the spell, and you’d also have to have been physically intimate with her recently.”

“No fuck, I didn’t intend this to happen to me!” Anna replied, fury in her voice. Then she immediately threw a webbed hand to her mouth.

“Wait a minute…” Natalie clicked forward, leaning over Anna. “But you did intend this to happen to me.”

Anna remained quiet, her eyes glancing away from either woman.

“Nat, what do you mean?”

“Anna helped me narrow down my choice of porn stars to interview. In fact, you were at the top of her pile, Daphne,” Natalie explained, watching Anna’s face for any reaction, “I’ll bet you were one of the people Misty mentioned to Anna. So my 'loyal personal assistant' arranges it so I go to the cursed porn star with the hopes that I catch the curse and end up…what? Retiring and recommending her for a role?”

“Not…exactly wrong…” Anna muttered.

“But the spell still shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t you see?” Natalie exclaimed, turning and putting her hand to Daphne’s shoulder, “You were right when you said the ‘person responsible’ for me falling under the spell would get the magic – Anna arranged for all of this to happen, so she’s almost as responsible for it as you are. We didn't know that, but the magic did. And, if I recall, when she brought us back to your apartment the other night I was so overwhelmingly horny that-”

“Oh shit, that’s right, you fucking kissed me!” Anna exclaimed, throwing her arms up, “That shouldn’t count!” She slammed her hands to the tile, creating two splashes in the pool of oil forming around her.

“Well, I guess that's karma, bitch,” Natalie replied, turning back to Anna while letting the fingers of one hand intertwine with Daphne’s. “And I think you got what you deserved for trying to manipulate us like that.”

There was a moment of quiet as Natalie and Daphne let Anna's guilt sink in a little.

“So…what now?” Anna quietly muttered, “You can’t leave me here.”

“Oh yes we can,” Daphne answered, her anger about being a tool in someone’s plan obvious in her voice.

“No, we can’t,” Natalie sighed, “The changes that I’ve undergone are going to be hard enough to explain. What do you think will happen if we leave her here and someone discovers that my personal assistant was turned into a mermaid? We’ll never escape that story. And besides…” Natalie gave Daphne’s hand a squeeze and turned back to her. Their eyes met in one of the gazes reserved only for those in love, “…without her we never would have met.”

A week later and many changes had come to Natalie’s life. For instance, she now had a begrudgingly grateful mermaid living in her pool.

She’d also created quite the stir when she revealed her new body to the world. Natalie became literally flushed as the cameras flashed, each eye – human and electronic – that took in her new body giving her a little rush. Natalie knew her new bodacious body would shift her career from roles that would stretch her talent and bare her sole to those that would stretch her outfits and bare her breasts, but she couldn’t wait to show off the newly sexualized Natalie Portman 2.0.

Of course, the best change to her life was Daphne. The porn star had moved into Natalie’s much larger home shortly after helping dump Anna into the pool. But Daphne kept her apartment. It was a great spot for the two passionate lovers to run away to when they wanted an evening alone together, just like things had been when they first met.

Except now they had cameras set up.

FIN