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"George, I'm tired of this shit. Carrie's 21 now, and she's getting tired of it too." "Chris, as the agent for your client, you need to tell her what's in her best interest, even if she doesn't think it is." Christina Hooper sat across a conference room table from Judson Marsh, the chief of programming for the Kids Network. Carrie Thorwald was the star of their biggest show, "Totally Carrie", and after 6 years of playing a high schooler, it was getting old in more ways than one. "Dammit, Jud, Carrie's got to bind up her tits for every episode these days. Is she going to play a high school kid when she's 30?" "Audiences won't accept her as a college kid. We've done testing." "Well one of these days her rack is going to come spilling out, and there goes your All-American teenager." "Very funny, Chris. That's why we've got tape." "Video or for her tits? It actually hurts her now. And the clauses in her contract that were signed when she was 15 are really starting to be an issue. She can't smoke in public. You've assigned her a 'boyfriend' for her to be seen with, and she can't wear anything revealing even in her private life. Plus, she's gotten movie offers for roles that she can't accept because they might sully her image." "I seem to recall you signed the contract at the time. And she's got a nice house in Malibu to show for it." "Yes, but she's an adult now. She has to grow as a character, and as a person." "Sorry. The network's already made a commitment for 22 episodes. Carrie gets another year of high school. That's final." There was some back and forth after that but the network didn't budge. As soon as Chris got to her car, she called Carrie and gave her the news. As expected, she wasn't happy. Chris told her she'd meet her back at her house and they'd discuss. She wasn't looking forward to that. Carrie was fuming when Chris arrived. She was already decked out in the gown she was wearing for the Earthquake Relief Benefit tonight. The makeup girl had come and gone, and Carrie looked like a china doll. She was smoking and pacing in her living room that overlooked the Pacific. "Goddamnit, Chris, there wasn't anything you could do?" she yelled. Chris knew that she'd just have to let this blow over, as it had the past 3 years. "Nobody will believe it'd take me 6 years to finish high school." "We're locked in, babe. They have all the cards." Chris looked at Carrie in the Vera Wang gown and melted a little inside. "I'll make it up to you later," she said. "You better be really good," she growled. Chris and Carrie had been lovers for three years. Chris was 28, and Carrie was her first discovery when she'd gotten into the representation business. It got her a quick promotion within the agency and she got a lot of leeway. But the dead-end on Carrie's career would be a problem for both of them unless something changed soon. They had to skulk around as it was, and it was stressful. Chris heard the limo that would be taking Carrie to the event in LA. "Can we continue this in the car?" she asked. "I'll take a cab back here later." "Yeah, OK, but DS will be there." DS was short for 'dipshit' which was their private term for Randy Weber, the pretty boy that the network assigned to be Carrie's 'date' this past year. He had aspirations of being an actor himself, but he didn't have a lot of talent or brains. But he looked good, kept his mouth shut and stayed out of the tabloids, so that's all that mattered. They didn't even talk to each other, but once the cameras flashed they both put on their 500-watt smiles and held hands like they were told to. Randy was the third 'boyfriend' she'd been assigned, and the mags bought him hook, line and sinker. Chris wondered if the network had figured out that Carrie Thorwald, their big star who pined after the captain of the football team on TV, was a lesbian yet. And that her agent was the one banging her. She didn't think so, and she decided to put that thought away for a while. They got in the limo and Randy was there, headphones on so loud that Chris could hear what he was listening to. They'd have their privacy. He just nodded and went back to bobbing his head in time to the music, ignoring them. This was just a job to him. Out of nowhere, Carrie giggled. "You think if I pulled his pants down and gave him a blowjob on the red carpet they'd let me out of my contract?" she said. "You're that desperate?" Chris asked. "Well, I don't know. Some days I think I am. Besides, he'd probably love it. Remember that time we caught him nailing that girl who guest- starred in the first episode of last season? She loved it, the little slut." The wheels were turning in Chris' mind as they talked. And by the time they arrived downtown, a plan was forming in her mind. Randy and Carrie, the happy couple, got out of the limo to brave the gauntlet of paparazzi. Chris made a phone call to her friend who knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy who could help. She decided she'd keep this to herself so that Carrie would have plausible deniability if it all went sideways. Monday Chris got a call, telling her to come to an office in Thousand Oaks at 10 AM the next day. The voice at the other end wasn't very helpful and sounded digitally altered. She was told that the meeting might take the better part of the day and she should clear her schedule. Then the line went dead. Chris stared at the phone in her hand. Maybe she should think twice about this. She thought about talking to Carrie, but she had a late shoot at the studio and she'd be trashed. Carrie probably wouldn't be up until noon tomorrow, and Chris would already be gone. Besides, it's just a meeting; she didn't have to agree to anything, she told herself. The building in Thousand Oaks was nondescript. The third floor was totally occupied by Cachonda Enterprises, and she punched the elevator button. When the doors opened she faced the receptionist, who was.....unbelievable. Chris wondered how much money had been spent to achieve that kind of perfection. The blond Asian receptionist stood when she arrived. Chris couldn't help staring at her rack, with just a little cleavage peeking out from the perfectly tailored business suit. Those big boobs were a sight to behold. "Hello, Ms. Hooper", she said in a melodious voice. "They're waiting for you. Right this way." Chris felt positively frumpy as she watched this woman's perfect butt jiggle just-so as she walked on her stiletto heels. She found her mind wandering to thoughts of what she must be like in bed. Her daydream was broken by the right turn they made into what looked like a psychiatrist's office. High bookshelves, lots of leather and dark paneling. There were three chairs, one of which was nicely overstuffed. The other two were more utilitarian business chairs and next to those were a man and a woman. "Thank you, Kascha", he said the receptionist as she closed the door behind her. "Please, have a seat, Ms. Hooper", he said, motioning to the rich leather chair. As Chris sat down she felt a faint tingling sensation that she couldn't quite identify. But this chair was quite comfortable indeed. Her apprehension about this meeting seemed to be draining away, and she tried and failed to start to talk about why she'd come. The man was obviously in charge. The woman next to him was another stunner, with a nice smile. She felt a bump in her libido as she tried to focus and get back her professionalism. She cleared her throat, but before she could talk the man beat her to it. He was ruggedly handsome, the type of guy she'd have fallen for when she was younger, before she had that real talk with herself that the reason things weren't working out with the men in her life was that she wasn't really attracted to them. Freshman year in college had sealed the deal with her first lesbian crush, and she never looked back. She snapped back to attention. They guy had been talking and she'd missed the first sentence or two.... "......we're quite discreet and will surprise you with our efficiency." Chris nodded, even though she wasn't sure what he'd just said. "Now Ms. Hooper- can I call you Chris? I need to ask you a few questions. Just sit back and relax." Chris was already relaxed, and she found herself staring into the woman's eyes until everything got fuzzy and then........... She felt a shake on her shoulder. The blond receptionist was staring at her. "Ms. Hooper?" Chris opened her eyes and mumbled something. "I think I should take you home", the blond said. She didn't resist. The phone by her bed rang and Chris sat bolt upright. "What the hell?" It rang again and she picked it up. It was Carrie, bitching about the director and other things. They were supposed to meet later as they'd wrapped shooting for the season. Chris agreed with everything she said just to get her off the phone. How had she gotten here? She'd gone to Thousand Oaks to meet with....who exactly? It was weird; she seemed to have two versions of events. In one, she'd met two voluptuous women and a stud to match. In the other, she'd met with some private detective type who'd been no help to her at all. The good-looking group was fading, like a dream she couldn't remember once she'd woken up. She'd gotten home early last night and was so tired she went right to bed. Nobody drove her home, had they? She looked out the window and her Jaguar was parked in the driveway, right where it should have been. Maybe she should cut back on the Ambien, she thought. She was getting weird dreams. As she rose to take her shower, she stretched and felt a pain in both arms. One had a small bruise on it. She wondered what that was from. The shower was hot and steamy, but when she was finished, she didn't feel refreshed. She got dressed and went to her normal Wednesday Pilates class. Her teacher complimented her on her progress, but Chris felt weird about it. Pilates normally wore her out, but she seemed to have plenty of energy left today. It was a restless energy, and she needed an outlet. She gravitated to the boxing section of the gym, and she found herself standing by the heavy bag. She landed a playful punch, then another and another. Before long she was pounding it hard, the force of the blows radiating up her arms, and it felt good. For fifteen minutes, she stood there throwing punch after punch until the sweat poured off her face. Only when her vision blurred from the perspiration did she call it quits and hit the showers. Afterwards, when she tried put on her street clothes, she found that her designer jeans didn't fit. They were always tight, but in a good way. Now they got stuck halfway up. Chris had a pair of sweats in her locker and threw them on just to have something to wear. The restlessness struck again. She knew that she wasn't supposed to meet Carrie until dinner, but she was compelled to go visit her now. It'd been a few days since they'd been together, and Chris was feeling unbelievably horny. She knew that Carrie was probably still in bed, and as her agent she knew that there was nothing on her schedule for the rest of the day. So she sneaked into Carrie's house with her key and shushed the housekeeper as she went up the stairs to Carrie's bedroom. Carrie was sprawled on the mattress under the covers, naked as she always was when she slept Chris silently got out of her sweats and dived under the sheets next to Carrie's warm, soft body. Carrie groaned when Chris' hand flitted over her breasts, then purred when that hand wormed its way between her legs. "Mmmmmmm, that's the way to wake up", Carrie murmured as she turned to kiss her lover. "Missed you, babe." "You too", Chris murmured back. She was usually the passive one in bed, but she didn't feel that way today. When Carrie started to climb on top of her, Chris demurred. "I want to be on top today", she whispered. Carrie giggled. "All right babe, bring it on." Chris straddled her and forced her tongue down the younger woman's throat as she writhed on top of her, her small tits pressed against the actress' larger ones. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt as they dragged across her lover's chest. Carrie's hands grabbed her ass as their crotches gyrated together. Chris' clit burned as she felt it scissoring against the other woman's wet pussy. Carrie moaned, but it was a different kind of moan now, one of need. Chris fell into a humping pattern, and Carrie met her thrust for thrust. Chris started getting a little crazy, speeding up as Carrie gripped her more tightly, their cunts mashed together in a slippery embrace. "Oh fuck!", Carrie screamed as their hips became a blur. Chris felt like she was losing her mind and gave in to the animal in her as she ruthlessly pounded away at her young lover, pawing her tits as she ground her body into her. She could feel the squishiness of the pussy underneath her as Carrie orgasmed and it just drove her further over the edge. Then her vision went blurry as she screamed out loud, convulsing over the trembling body underneath her, not caring, just wanting release, a release that came in waves, each higher than the last, crashing through her body with an intensity that left her speechless. Then, like a steam engine with a broken piston, she collapsed. She lay there next to Carrie for a long time, just panting. Carrie sat up and lit a cigarette. "Wow, what the hell was that?" she asked. "You were like a Ferrari. Not that I minded, but you went a little crazy there." Chris turned crimson. "I don't know what got into me. It was....I was just so incredibly horny. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, it was awesome!" She put her hand on Chris's arm. "I guess those training classes are paying off, huh? You feel all muscular. I like it." Chris was overcome with love for this woman and she kissed her passionately until they both had to come up for air. Carrie said, "What was with the sweats? That's not a normal look for you." Chris explained that she seemed to have difficulty getting into her jeans this morning, and recounted all the extra energy she seemed to have. Even now she could feel it pulsing through her. Carrie got her to stand in front of her full-length mirror, and whistled. "Babe, you seem to have toned up considerably. Look at your legs and your arms and............" Carrie's voice trailed off and Chris saw it at the same instant. Her clit was poking out, maybe an inch, but definitely noticeable. While she was staring at it in the mirror, Carrie got down on her knees in front of Chris and ever so gently flicked at it with the tip of her tongue. Chris groaned, then jumped back. "Oh god, no. It's too sensitive!" Carrie was having none of it. She pushed her lover back onto the bed and spread her legs, then rolled her tongue in a u-shape completely surrounding Chris' extended clit. Chris completely lost it at that point, cumming in waves as her not-so-little nubbin was stimulated from all sides. Finally her hips bucked so hard she literally knocked Carrie off the bed. "Holy shit, that was amazing!" Chris panted. Then recovering her senses she asked, "are you okay?" Carrie got up rubbing her head. "Ow." "Sorry, honey. I just got carried away again." "Well, I know your weak spot now, babe. I think we need to go out shopping if you need new clothes, though. I demand it." Carrie bounced off to take a shower, leaving Chris to contemplate things for a few minutes. She went back in front of the mirror. She could see her arms and legs were more muscular but not overly so. Should she maybe drop that Pilates class? She didn't want to look like one of those female bodybuilders; they were a bit of a turnoff for her. She heard the water running as Carrie took her shower and she thought about running in and rubbing soap all over her body. As the thought went through her head, she looked down to see her little clit poking out again. It's behaving almost like a little cock, she thought. She shook her head and resisted the urge. She probably should have taken a shower herself, but she gritted her teeth and put her sweats on. Carrie came out of the shower and was rubbing her hair when she went right up to Chris, nose to nose. "Damn, this is strange. Haven't I always been about an inch taller than you?" Carrie was 5'7", and yes, Chris was 5'6". Except that now she was definitely taller. 29-year olds don't normally get growth spurts, she thought. This might explain why her clothes weren't fitting, though. Carrie didn't seem too concerned, though, as she was focused on the text she'd just gotten from her friend and co-star, Debra Herndon. Debbie was just riding on Carrie's coat-tails and SHE didn't mind playing a high-schooler for another year. She made a fraction of what Carrie made, but she was grateful. She'd grown from terminally awkward teenager to rather plain woman. She still looked the part, unlike Carrie who was busting out all over. Debbie had texted Carrie about a party at Mogambo, the new hot spot in LA. Chris swung into action as she moved from lover to agent. She arranged for her personal paparazzi to be at the entrance to the club, so that she could make sure her client looked her best. She also called up Randy the dipshit so that he could be seen going in with her. Carrie going alone would make her look too much like the party girl. Once inside she could do what she wanted as cameras were banned. Dipshit would probably take the opportunity to get into some young things panties, she suspected. This news just reinforced Carrie's need to go shopping, not that she needed much encouragement. Before long they were bouncing from boutique to boutique on Rodeo Drive, and Carrie snagged the perfect dress. Chris had a little more trouble finding something that would fit her, and Carrie turned her nose up at her lack of fashion sense. "I've never been the clothes horse you are, sweetie", she said as she shimmied into a dress two sizes larger than normal and stuffed her sweats in one of the bags. They had a light dinner, swung by Carrie's place for a few last-minute things, picked up Randy and his omnipresent headphones, and at 10 PM they were at the entrance to Mogambo. The velvet rope parted for them and they were whisked to the party room in back where the VIP's hung out. Chris had an innate sense of these things, and it didn't seem to be a very good crowd. There weren't any studio execs to brown nose and frankly she didn't recognize a lot of the people in the room. As she scanned from one side to the other, a pair of eyes locked on hers. A momentary chill went through Chris' body as she stared at the blond Asian woman. Why did she feel that she knew her? Her mind was normally a Rolodex of connections but she was drawing a blank here. Almost without realizing it, she found herself moving towards the mystery woman. She couldn't take her eyes off her. The blond stood up as she approached; Chris noted that she had the perfect body and wasn't afraid to flaunt it. "Do I know you?" she said as the Asian woman smiled. "I seem to...." Chris was cut short by the woman sticking her finger delicately in her mouth. "You want to come into the back room with me." she said sexily. Suddenly nothing in the world seemed so important. "Yes", she said and immediately her body was racked by an orgasm. It was all she could do to keep her balance as she followed those swaying hips. She had seen those swaying hips before, but her mind was stuffed so full of cotton candy she couldn't process the thought. A door swung open and they entered a small room. There was a large couch, a wet bar, a bed beyond with a couple on it. Chris couldn't focus on any of that, though. The blond filled her eyes and her thoughts. She stood there naked, with no real idea how her clothes had come off. The blond was naked, too, and her big boobs were rubbing against her chest as Chris fought to get control of her mind. Only slowly was she coming into focus, and by then the blond was on her knees in front of Chris, with her lips on........oooooh. She seemed to be floating. The blond's lips were tightly wrapped around her big clit, and she just tingled all over. Somewhere a voice told her to let go, and she did, explosively. It was a weird feeling- her crotch was sore as if it had been overworked, but hadn't she just gotten here? The blonde's voice was like honey in her ears. It told her to sit in the chair in the corner. She could not get up, and she could not speak. She was part of the furniture, but she was there to see everything. Everything? She wanted to ask, but she couldn't. She could now focus on the couple on the bed. It was Debbie Herndon! Chris was her agent as well, but she was never in demand like Carrie was. Her plain looks (and very flat chest) didn't have the offers rolling in. Her body could have her playing high-school girls for another half-dozen years, and she had even more of a straight-arrow reputation than Carrie. Carrie played a good girl but was a sexual volcano in private; Debbie was a good girl both publicly and privately. But here was the good girl on all fours, taking a large cock doggie- style from a muscular hunk that she thought she recognized but could not place. Debbie's face was twisted in ecstasy as she rocked back insistently against the big slab of man meat. Her little tits were flying around, and Chris was getting turned on watching the fresh-faced girl being fucked like a common whore. She was distracted by the sight of Randy being led in by the sultry Asian woman. Another woman joined them, someone Chris was certain she'd never seen before. They were only a few feet away, but Randy paid her no mind. They pulled the clothes off the little dipshit, and his cock sprang from his boxer briefs. It was fairly large and fully engorged as the new woman took it in her mouth. The blond lay on the floor with her legs spread wide and beckoned Randy toward her. The other woman relinquished her hold on his cock and he homed in on her pussy like a heat-seeking missile. When he was fully inside her, Chris saw a sadistic smile cross her face. She grabbed him by both cheeks and said, "Randy, you want to please me, don't you? If you do, say, 'Yes, Kascha'". Randy's hips had stopped moving and he struggled to get the words out. "Y-y-yess, Kascha." "Good. I have something I want you to do. It would please me very much." Randy mewled softly, anxious to please Kascha. Chris hadn't been paying attention to the other woman, who was stripping out of her outfit down to her panties. She couldn't believe this was all happening less than ten feet away from her and she was powerless to move a muscle. Well except for one; she could feel her clit grossly enlarging and the slightest breeze was giving her tingles. Randy's task became clear when the woman lowered her thong. Expertly hidden, but now freed, she had a cock! As she stroked it in front of Randy, there was a shudder going through his body. Kascha spoke. "Randy, this is Domino. I want you to suck her cock. It's something you've always wanted to do, but you were afraid. You don't have to be afraid any more. You want it so bad." "So bad." Randy murmured. "Oh, god, I want it." Domino obliged by rubbing her cock over his lips then pushing inward. He took it as deep as he could without choking. Grabbing her hips, he forced himself down on it as hard as he could. Domino's hairless balls slapped against his chin as he took her cock down his throat like a thirsty man in the desert. Kascha spoke from beneath him. "That's it, Randy. You're an awesome cock-sucker. It turns you on so much that as soon as you feel that cock cumming in your mouth, you're going to cum yourself like you've never cum before. You can't believe that you've denied yourself this wonderful feeling of taking a hard cock inside you for so long." Chris sat there, still motionless, stunned at what was playing out in front of her. Randy moaned slightly as he allowed Domino to skull-fuck him. His long blond hair rocked back with each thrust of the shemale cock down his gullet. And then everything froze as Domino's body went rigid and she blew her load. Randy's eyes opened wide as his body reacted to the command he'd been given. His body quivered as his own balls swelled and his cock twitched inside Kascha. She smiled broadly as she received her gooey reward. Chris suddenly realized that she was no longer frozen in place. She moved her head around and realized that Carrie was sitting on a couch, playing with her pussy and pinching her nipples as she drove herself into a frenzy. And another woman was giving head to Debbie, flicking a large tongue in and out of her pussy as she thrashed back and forth on the bed. What the hell was going on here? Chris fought to comprehend it all, even as her hand went toward her needy clit. The flimsy curtain she was behind parted, and another beautiful woman came toward her. She was familiar looking but there was so much going on in Chris' head right now she couldn't take the time to figure out who she was. The woman knelt in front of her and gently put her hand around the huge distended clit. Chris felt a surge of warmth and happiness at the woman's touch; it was almost like a kind of high. She spread her legs and allowed the woman to take her hard nub into her mouth. When she did, it was like a low electric charge began coursing through her body. A weird tingle began in the back of her legs and enveloped her crotch. Chris put her hands gently on the back of the woman's head and began bucking her hips forward. The tingling got more and more intense, and she felt herself losing control. Her head seemed to be splitting open, and strange thoughts were flooding into her head. She was bursting, both physically and mentally. She felt herself cumming, but in a weird way. And then everything went black. It was a beautiful dream. Chris felt so warm and moist, like being enveloped by a hot bath. As the haze lifted, the feeling started to localize. She realized she was in a bed, and she was not alone. Throwing back the sheets, she saw Carrie, her head bent over her crotch. Chris looked around, and realized that she was in Carrie's bedroom. How had she gotten here? The last she remembered was..........oh god, what was the last thing she remembered? It was a party at Mogambo, and after that things got a little blurry. Her brain was a little fried, and it wasn't being helped by Carrie sucking on her clit. God, it felt so huge! Carrie locked her eyes on Chris and started kissing her way up toward her face. Her soft body felt so good against Chris' tight abs. Carrie worked up to Chris' chest, and it felt tight as well, like her tits had morphed into muscle. Carrie was kissing her now, and her full boobs were within easy reach. Chris groped one and knew instantly it was larger. She knew Carrie's body like an auto mechanic knows an engine. And these were definitely bigger. Carrie responded by breaking the kiss and offering one of her mounds for Chris to suckle on. The nipples were longer, the areola was bigger, but Chris was just lost in the soft beauty of it all. After a minute or two of this, Carrie backed away and reached behind her to grab Chris' clit. But how was that possible? She could wrap her hands around it, and now she could feel the tip of it touching the slick lips of Carrie's vagina. Chris gasped as Carrie fed it inside herself. It was like every nerve ending in her body was directly wired to that piece of flesh. Carrie sat up and Chris looked up adoringly at her magnificent body. Staring at her perfectly shaped melons, he felt a twitch of his organ inside her. It was growing larger and harder and he realized that it wasn't like a cock, it WAS a cock. This thought should have disturbed him, but he was enjoying Carrie's achingly-slow bellydance up and down, her abdomen working and her breasts bouncing slightly with every time she hit bottom. "Oh babe, you feel so awesome inside me!" she screamed. He couldn't even find the words to respond. His scalp began to tingle, then the rest of his body. He began thrusting his hips upward, on a mission to bury his new cock as far inside Carrie as possible. They made squishy sounds as their crotches smacked together. Chris felt a delicious tightness in his groin and realized he was going over the edge. He groaned and then it felt like he was melting; he was convulsing as the jets of cum shot out of him, into his lover. Carrie reveled in it as his member flexed its muscle inside her. Her vagina gripped him as her own climax ripped through her body, clenching his dick and squeezing every drop of sperm from him. As his first male orgasm ebbed, his dick softened and began to slide out of Carrie's snatch. She kissed him on the lips and flopped down beside him, letting out a contented sigh. Chris sighed as well and closed his eyes. He opened them again and started at a woman at the foot of his bed. She was the one who sucked him off last night and she was, yes, she was in that place in Thousand Oaks. Things were starting to come back to him now. The woman had a bathrobe in her hand. "Please come with me", she said, and Chris couldn't tell if it was a request or an order. He got up, turned to see Carrie sound asleep, and followed the woman down to Carrie's living room. They sat down across a coffee table from each other. Her eyes were piercing, and they made Chris a little uncomfortable. "I suppose you have a lot of questions." "That would be an understatement." Chris smirked. "Let me begin by explaining what they call in Hollywood...the back story. My name is Shawna, and I'm a partner in Cachonda Enterprises. A few days ago, you came to see us, looking for our help. You have a client who's looking to break out of her mold. She's a child who's grown up in the real world, but in the world of TV, she's still a teenager. Like a good agent, you're looking for a way out of that box. You hit on the idea of a sex scandal. Just enough to let everyone know that Carrie is a real woman now, with wants and needs, and that she's sexy to boot." The cobwebs were clearing away for Chris now. Yes, that's what he'd wanted. Something just naughty enough to close off the high school cheerleader roles and open up the roles with more sex appeal. "You were referred to us, and when we met, we were looking at more than was on the surface. You are still only dimly aware of it, but we probed your mind quite thoroughly. We discovered all your secrets. It's what we do whenever we take on a.....task. We like to be sure what's involved, and that there's no 'buyer's remorse' afterwards. That sort of thing is bad for business. We probed you very deeply. We found a genuine love for Carrie, and we also found that you had a larger than normal amount of penis envy, not unusual in a shark-infested, male-dominated business like personal representation." Chris found her voice very soothing, and his tension seemed to relax. He was beginning to enjoy being a man. He found himself staring at Shawna's tits in that clingy top of hers with her nipples poking through, and he imagined bending her over and having his way with her. His dick stirred under his bathrobe as a result. If Shawna noticed, she didn't let on. She continued, "We knew that we could expect that numerous media outlets would bid against each other for a really well-made video of a young starlet whose good-girl image could use a little, shall we say, scuffing up. And so we have put feelers out to that effect. We have the videos ready to break." She turned a large laptop around. The first clip was Carrie from last night, playing with her pussy as she made love to the camera. The actress in her really came out as she nearly melted the lens in the masturbation scene. The second clip was Debbie and Carrie fingering each other and kissing passionately. Shawna added in a detached voice, "This has the advantage of both women being involved, as we have determined that both of them are frustrated with their career paths and wish to take on more adult roles." He was at full mast now, his erection unable to be concealed by the fluffy white bathrobe. A voice from behind him said, "That's true. I feel like I've been liberated at last." Chris turned to see Debbie Herndon, and it was like the good little girl had grown up overnight. The stick figure had some serious curves now, and her tits were held together by a string bikini whose string looked fit to burst. "I say choose the second video," said Debbie. "I want people to think of me as a hot woman, not a high school nerd." As she stepped out in front of Chris, there was no chance she'd be mistaken for a nerd again. He gasped a bit as his boner got harder than he thought was possible. How did men survive with these things? Debbie knelt down in front of him. "I'll make it worth your while", she grinned wickedly. Shawna sat their patiently, completely unruffled by what was playing out in front of her. Chris stuttered, "I ch-hoose the second v-video." Debbie responded by flipping his bathrobe open and crawling between his legs to grip his rock-hard prick. She ran her tongue the length of it and Chris trembled in ecstasy. Shawna kept talking. "We'll be sending this through a channel that cannot be traced back to either you or us. You can expect some blowback almost immediately once it's released, which will be in 48 hours. The fee that you discussed with us will not be necessary as we'll be getting ten times that amount through this transaction...." Debbie had her mouth over the crown of his cock and her tongue was flicking at the little slit at the end. Chris saw stars; he didn't imagine anything could feel this good. He found it impossible to focus on what Shawna was saying. "....we will be here to guide you for the next day or so, after which we will leave and you will have no memory of us. That's the way we like it. As Christina Hooper the woman no longer exists, we have provided a full set of identification for Christopher Hooper, her cousin, who will be assuming her duties after she resigned in the wake of this scandal. You will conveniently have her full knowledge as you move on in your life as a singularly well-endowed man." Debbie moved up to let him pull the string on her bikini top, and her magnificent breasts shook free of their restraint. They smelled nice, like strawberries, as Chris inhaled her scent and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She reached back and rubbed his slick rod against her even slicker pussy. "I need your cum", she growled at him, and he felt himself being fed deeper and deeper inside her steaming cunt. Debbie sat up and placed his sweaty hands on her boobs as she did little micro-quivers with him buried to the hilt inside her. Her tits were warm and inviting, and she shimmied against his hands, her taut nipples tracing circles in his palms. Then she gently took one of his hands and placed it on her molten clit. Chris knew what to do, and teased it, taking care not to break the mood by overstimulating it. His expert touch had Debbie cumming in almost no time at all, her juices bathing Chris' crotch, dripping below his balls to his asshole, then soaking into the fine cotton bathrobe. Having had her orgasm, Debbie started slowly moving up and down on Chris' cock. He was still in awe of the feeling of his organ penetrating deep inside a woman, how hot and wet it felt. The stimulation of sawing in and out of Debbie's pussy was starting to give him a familiar feeling; he was beginning to recognize the signals of an impending male climax. He gripped Debbie tightly and took the initiative now, plowing into her hard and deep. She was loving it, pleading, "Oh give it to me, give me your cum, I need your cum!" Chris felt his big balls churn and his dick throb as he gave it to her. The sensation of his scalding man spunk rising through his hard cock and then pumping into a woman begging for it was an incredibly powerful feeling. He squeezed Debbie in his strong arms as he drained the last of his load into her. His eyes had been squeezed shut with the effort, and as he opened them, he looked up at Debbie smiling down at him. "Mmm, that was delicious!" she said. "Enjoy yourself?" It was Carrie. Not surprising that their noisy lovemaking woke her up. Chris wondered if he were in trouble, but Carrie's devilish smile said otherwise. "Two things I'd like to eat right now", she said as she pulled Debbie off his limp cock, "are your cum and her pussy. Here I get both." Debbie giggled as Carrie rolled her onto the couch next to me and dived between her sloppy labia, pulling every bit of his cum out of her co- star's cunt. It was fascinating to watch, but Chris was suddenly hit with an urge of another kind. He had to piss like there was no tomorrow. He went upstairs to one of Carrie's bathrooms, but as he went in he heard noises down the hall. He wanted to check it out, but he could barely hold things. He almost forgot to put the seat up as he stood there holding his limp cock and aiming it toward the bowl. He nearly missed, but recovered and a noisy stream aimed right at the center. It was another weird sensation, feeling piss running through this same organ that could satisfy a woman. And god, the piss seemed to go on forever. He shook it a few times, then washed his hands. Looking up into the mirror, he was oddly drawn by his own reflection. Damn, he was good-looking. No wonder all the women wanted to fuck him. He thought back to all the conceited assholes he'd run into in bars over the years as a woman, and he had a little insight into what made them tick. Sometimes, when you're a hung stud, you just can't help yourself, he thought. Leaving the bathroom, he heard the noises down the hall again. It seemed to be coming from one of the guest bedrooms. As he got closer, he could tell that these were the sounds of sex, and someone was going at it pretty good. The door was open a crack, and Chris peered in quietly. On the bed were three people. He recognized the studly guy who he'd first met at Thousand Oaks. This was the guy who probed his mind as he sat in the chair, uncovering his deepest secrets. Should he deck him or hug him for turning him into the man he'd always secretly longed to be? He was getting his long dong sucked by none other than Ricky, the little dipshit with the Justin Beiber good looks. The third party was the transgender person he'd seen last night, with a nice rack and a cock as big as his. She was plowing into Ricky's ass from behind, and he appeared to be loving it, squirming against her and moaning into the guy's cock. "Fresh. My name is Fresh." Chris turned around suddenly, panicked that someone would catch him peeking. But the hall was empty. The voice hadn't come from behind him, it came from INSIDE his head. How was that possible? "Come on in, Chris", it said. He was getting a little spooked here. Maybe he should just sneak downstairs. But as he was turning to go, a need to enter the room washed over him like a tidal wave. It was a kind of magnetism, and he moved forward like a moth to a flame. The door opened and he stepped in. The three figures on the bed paid him no notice. The man he now knew was Fresh was getting ready to come, and he was skull-fucking Randy with abandon, then going rigid as he shot his big wd down his throat. Randy tried to take it all, but globs of cream were dribbling out of the sides of his mouth as he tried to swallow it all. Fresh moved away and accepted a tongue bath on his member until it was licked clean. The other half of the action picked up now. The shemale in Randy's ass was named Domino. She was a perfect woman in every attribute except for the ten-inch dick she was using to bugger him relentlessly. Every thrust from behind was taken by Randy with a grunt of "Unh,unh,unh". His cock was flopping back and forth with each stroke, and he was wiggling his ass to maximize his anal ecstasy. His hair was tousled, and his face was a mask of pain and pleasure as Domino buried her bone deep inside him. Chris could see pre-cum dripping from his cock as he saw her eyes light up and her body tense. Then, release; she pushed so hard between his cheeks it looked like she would split him open, and as she came, he saw jets of sperm shooting from Randy's cock as well. Chris couldn't help himself; watching all this sex had made him hot all over again. The voice of Fresh in his head told him that Randy needed HIS cum, too. It was very weird, and he had second thoughts about it, but a sudden wave of passion came over him. He knew he was being manipulated, but it didn't matter. The bathrobe fell to the floor as Randy stared at his cock with lust-filled eyes. As he stood up Chris got my first good look at him, and realized that he'd changed as well. His face, always a little feminine, was even more so, and his body was smooth and hairless. But what really got Chris' attention was the fact that he had a small pair of boobs! Chris lay down on the bed and spread his legs to allow Randy easy access. His manmeat stood tall and proud, and Randy gripped it firmly as he tongue lashed his balls. It felt so good that he'd have to remember to have all his lovers do it. But then Randy surprised him by moving lower and lower until he was rimming his crinkled asshole, his tongue tentatively diving into the dark hole. Mmm. There was a pause, then a sweet smell filled the air. Chris felt a lubricated finger enter his ass, something he had not expected. Then two fingers, probing his nether depths. He wanted to say no, but it felt too damn good, and he even writhed a bit against the invading digits. He knew what was next as Randy slathered his own cock with the lube, then positioned the tip at the edge of Chris' bunghole. As he eased his way in, Chris felt the enormity of his dick splitting him open. Words echoed in his head: "Relax. Take his cum and you can give him yours." Suddenly, his insides relaxed, and Randy went all the way in, his chest heaving. This was a different sensation for Chris than having a cock or a dildo in her pussy. He looked up into Randy's eyes and said, "Fuck me. Give me your cum." The words acted like a trigger to Randy, who began to plow into Chris with intensity. It only seemed to take a minute or two before his face flushed and he groaned. Chris' tight asshole could feel the throb of the cock as it deposited its seed inside him. Then gradually Chris felt the balance between them shift. He had been submissive for the past few minutes, but now he felt dominant and Randy was his bitch. He put him on all fours again as he lubed up his burning rod. It slipped easily into Randy's ass, which was still dripping from Domino's cum. The tightness of it was amazing to Chris as he slapped his balls against Randy with every deep stroke. Those balls were filling again and Chris' temples were throbbing as he bent over Randy, reaching under to grope his little girly tits as he treated him like his little fuck doll. Randy cried out as he felt Chris' dick twitching inside him, giving him another load of the steamy jism he now craved. When he was done, Chris fell out of Randy's ass, limp and spent. He hadn't even noticed they had an audience, but Carrie and Debbie were standing there watching them, hands inside their panties as they took it all in. They swooped in on Randy, Carrie catching his load in her mouth as he fired it off, and Debbie licking Chris' cum from his ss. Chris mumbled "Awesome" as he took it all in. Two days later, the video went viral. There was a firestorm of controversy, but eventually it simmered down. Carrie and Debbie were consenting adults, after all, and people didn't judge them as harshly as they feared. Naturally, the 'family values' groups came out to protest, but they just didn't get much traction. The Kids Network issued a tersely worded statement saying that they were cancelling the next season of 'Totally Carrie' under the circumstances. Strangely enough, though, they kept re-running the old episodes, which saw a dramatic spike in the ratings. And a few months later, Epical Pictures, another subsidiary of the conglomerate that owned the Kids Network, signed the two women to star in the adaptation of the best-selling novel about a pair of LAPD detectives that were partners by day and lesbian partners by night. The buzz was good and contracts for the sequel were inked even before the first movie premiered. Randy was fired at the same time, and as far as Hollywood knew, he just dropped off the radar. Shortly after, though, the Mogambo changed ownership and became renowned as the best exotic sex club in Southern California, whose featured performer was a woman with a huge dick and the moniker 'Randazzle'. Four shows a night of live sex with porn stars made it a can't miss attraction, and she was worth every penny they overpaid her. Her manager, Chris Hooper, made sure of it. Chris relaxed with a scotch in his living room overlooking the Pacific. Things had turned out pretty well, he had to admit. He just wished he could remember who to thank....... The End (for now)