The Coin

The Coin

By Mandy Galileo, Scarlett Paige, and Shannon Yamabushi

I stared at the small, shiny, coin on the table, next to the very tiny box it came in. It was wholly ordinary; I could have seen it on a sidewalk and not bothered to pick it up. It wasn't until you turned it over or flipped it that it stood out.

Every time you turned it over, it changed. It would go from a modern quarter, to a French Franc, to what looked like a Roman Denarii and then a Greek Drachma. Amazing and it made me believe the note that came with it.

"Hold the coin in your hand, close your eyes, and wish. Whatever you can dream of, you will get it. One point, as soon as you open your eyes and put the coin down, your wishing is done ... make it count!"

Someone had to be putting me on, I thought. I mean, really, a wishing coin? What was I, 12? However, embracing a "what could it really really hurt" philosophy, I figured why not.

The coin lay there, glinting under the fluorescent lights of my cramped apartment, as if it was whispering sweet nothings to me, promising a life of untold pleasures and unbridled desires. I picked it up, feeling the cold metal press into the warmth of my palm, and a thrill shot through me. It was like holding a piece of fate in my hand, and all I had to do was make a wish. The room around me was silent except for the hum of the fridge in the background and the distant murmur of the TV from the neighbors' place. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and wished for something that had been buried deep in my fantasies for so long.

I'd always been a plain unassuming girl. I thought I was content with my life and appearance, never seeking to be the center of attention or the object of desire. But now, secret and buried thoughts came out. What if??

"Here goes nothing" I said, and closed my eyes, and my brain went to my secret buried dreams...

A few moments later, I felt a warm and tingling sensation rushing through my body. I opened my eyes and saw the coin glowing in my hand. The entire world blurred around me. "Oh my god, no way..." I thought as all around me things shifted around from my dining room table to somewhere completely new.

At the same time, I realized I was blurring and shifting myself. Oh, if I had thought it would really work I probably would have played "better safe than sorry," for I was about to have an incredible life change.

My clothes seemed to melt off into nothingness, and soon I was stark naked. My nipples had hardened and even just the air blowing past them made me squirm, and I almost instinctively snaked my hand down between my legs. Before it got there, the room shifted some more, and the chair I was sitting on simply vanished. With a thud I landed on the floor, knees first. After a few seconds of disorientation from the fall, I realized that I could feel my hair on my back, it had grown significantly in just a few seconds. My short, plain, bob was no more. Now it was thick and luscious cascading down in loose curls.

That wasn't all, I could see my arms had thinned, and my fingers looked daintier. With the world around me still shifting like crazy into some new setting, I looked down upon my body, which was completely hairless, and now I had a pretty, toned, belly. Then I saw my chest begin to expand.

Oh boy, this was one of the things I probably should have gone conservative on. Within seconds I had what were no longer breasts, but tits, hooters, and they were NOT slowing down. I cupped them with my hands, which now looked sexy, very feminine with dainty fingers and immaculately manicured nails. I couldn't cup them for very long though, as they ballooned out and split over my hands. I began to massage my new boobs, and they felt amazing... just like I dreamt they would. In fact, so far, everything I had thought of with my eyes closed was coming true... and this was just the start. My skin was smooth and flawless, and my hair felt silky, styled in a variety of braids, curls, or waves. I turned and saw a mirror and my face looked serene with a peaceful expression that turned hungry and sultry, with bedroom eyes and thick lips. My drab shapeless plain Jane body was changing like Galatea coming to life.

Even though my hands' attention was firmly on my chest, I was well aware of the rest of my body's changes. I could feel my pussy getting incredibly wet and needy. My ass grew; in order to give the hourglass figure I wanted.

All of a sudden the weight of my tits pulled me forward, so that I was on my hands and knees. It hit me; it wasn't because of the breasts. They were at a stupendous size now, clearly bigger than my head, and I knew they'd get even bigger (damn my brain!), but the reason I had pitched forward was because of the next part of what I had been thinking of.

The world around me was beginning to solidify, and I could see an indistinct form taking shape in front of me. I knew what it was, and I started making little noises of anticipation as I waited for it to become fully real. I was surprised for a second by the sound of my own voice, and then my arousal from hearing it kicked up a notch.

I was as close to orgasm as I think I have ever been without crossing the line, and because I knew what I had wished for, I knew just how large, how frequent, and how long my orgasms would be. The shape in front me solidified further as my boob growth began to slow to a halt.

They were gargantuan, wonderfully so. They stuck out from the chest by almost a foot, and they were super sensitive. Get specific with things with a wishing stone like that, and you get it, I guess.

All of a sudden, I started having trouble thinking straight. A fog was descending. I knew it was coming. Things were all, like, you know, tough to think about. It's like, how when you get really really stoned? Yeah, and you know you can think of stuff, but it just really takes a lot of hard work, and sometimes you just say "oh fuck it" and stop trying to think. It was nice, and really, with what was in front of me, why would I think?

Oh, that really is a big cock in front of my face right now. Why am I just looking at it? Duh! I wanted to suck a cock so bad, and someone was nice enough to put one right in front of me. I'll have to thank them later. I reached out and put it in my mouth. You know what's funny? I really don't think I should be able to get this whole thing in, it's much too long and it's so thick. But I can! Oh, wait, I remember now, I can do that because I wished I could take in any dick I wanted to. It's all like magic. But it's gonna make me such a nice fuck toy, don't you think? That's right, I had all kinds of great ideas for being a fuck toy. I was super flexible, and there was something about fucking me that was automatically the greatest thing anyone has ever done. And my pussy was magical, too, just like my mouth! No matter what, it'd feel nice and tight, but I could be fucked by huge huge dicks, even more than one, and not get stretched! I'm so smart!

While really getting into the blow job I feel another cock at my pussy. Oh yeah! I had totally forgotten about that guy! The fog in my brain thickened as he pushed into me and pleasure erupted. I don't need to think, I just need to kneel here and suck and fuck like a good little slut. I moaned around the dick in my mouth in extreme pleasure, and my hand went down to rub at my clit. It didn't take much until I came, and oh so hard that no rationality could remain. All of a sudden, I got some wonderful presents. My mouth filled with cum, and as I savored every drop, I felt the guy behind me unload. The fog cleared for a moment, and for the first time I saw that the room was absolutely filled with men, waiting their turn. Fully aware of what I was doing, I let the fog descend again. I was eager for more cock, and I wanted to get it more, and everywhere I could. I would... because that's exactly what I had wished for. I was now nothing more than an insatiable fuck toy, and men came from far and wide to use me. With the conclusion of that thought fading from my brain, I came again from the knowledge that not only was I just an object, but I could and would be able to get anyone off I wanted, my body gave them insane amounts of pleasure that they could get addicted to me, and I did this all to myself.

Okay, boys, like, what's the hold up? Stick it in already. Pick a hole, I don't care. Oh, trust me honey, I can swallow that huge one whole. Anybody up for a titty fuck, these things are made to envelop dicks!

Wow, I, like, totally did this to myself. I'm so smart and awesome at thinking of this! What better way to live than to be pleasured all the time? I'm glad I charge a fee, because I think I might want to go bigger on the boobs... maybe some lip work.

Suddenly one of the guys grabs me by the hair, and I'm dragged off to another room. What is this, I think, all those cocks..... Then spit is dribbling down my face, and I look up to see him leering down at me. His hard cock is rubbing against my lips, and I moan happily as it slips past them, slurping dick meat into my mouth. I look up at him with big eyes, lashes batting while he slides his dick in and out of my mouth, and starts bouncing on my knees with excitement!

He smacks my face hard, and I feel the sting! And I know I need to suck his dick better! So my eyes close as I bob deep, taking him down my throat, little tears and a gag for my Master, and I'm thankful when his fist in my hair yanks my head back, looking up at him, panting, smiling.

"God bitch, is that the best you can do?" he says, looking down at me with disgust. He spits on my face again, and I feel the saliva dribble down my cheek, and I know I have to keep working, keep sucking; make him cum in my mouth. I slurp his dick back in, and this time I'm determined to suck it right. My head bobbing, my long hair waving back and forth, my big boobs jiggling. This is going to be the best blowjob ever!

It isn't long before he grabs my head again and forces his cock deeper, and my eyes water, my makeup runs as I gag and choke on his cock, but I'm so turned on. My pussy is so wet as I slurp and bob, gasping for breath every time he lets me, then choking again on fat dick in my mouth and throat.

I gasp again as he yanks my head back by my hair, looking up at him, face flushed and lips wet. He starts stroking his cock hard and fast, aiming it right at my face, and my wide eyes can only watch. With a groan he rolls his head back and suddenly his cum is shooting all over my face, spurt after spurt, and I'm amazed at the volume. Some gets on my lips which I lick off, some covers my left eye making me close it, some gets in my hair which he still holds in his fist.

Finally he finishes, and with a sneer he tosses me to the side by my hair, and I tumble to the floor. I look up, pussy wet and needy, as he walks out of the room. I scoop more cum off my face and lick it, while my hand slides between my legs, my hard clit so needy.

Chapter 2

I moan as I scoop the cum off my face, licking my fingers clean, rubbing my needy clit. My body shivers and then I hear "Cut!!! Print!!"

I blink my eyes as the lights change, looking around. A man says "OK, let's move next door so we can get started on 'Gang Bang Mandy - the Sucking 20's' "

I shake my head, the Coin is still at work. I wanted all the cock I could handle and so the coin has made me a gang bang pornstar. My head clearing a little with the cum i've swallowed, i'm able to think a bit. I seem to go from set to set, ready to take on ever more cocks and cum with my bimbo body. Wonder how much cum I'll need to have to be able to think and not be ruled by the needs of this new body?

A girl comes over to me and helps me to my feet. "Let's get you to the wardrobe, we need to get you in that flapper dress so we can start filming."

At least I understand the title now as the girl helps me squeeze my huge tits into this skimpy dress. OOOOOO, that fringe is cute. As I finish getting in the dress, someone is already working on my makeup, using a semi-permanent lippie to make my plump lips look even redder, touching up my eyeshadow, etc.

After my hair is finished, the girl, I still didn't catch her name, escorts me to the set. A beautiful art deco nightclub/speakeasy with a large dance floor. I look around, staring at the polished wood, brass, and bakelite accessories, losing myself, I'm shaken out of this daze by the director talking to me.

"Hello Mandy, are you with us? Good, glad you could join us. Heard good things about your performance just now, really convincing. So, let me set this up for you. You've come to this gin joint tonight, the jazz is hot, and you're enjoying yourself on the dance floor with the booze flowing. What you don't know is that this latest batch of whiskey is tainted, making it stronger, more powerful, and loosening inhibitions even faster than regular booze. As you dance, you have a wardrobe malfunction, one huge boob falling out, you drop to your knees and next thing you know, you're surrounded by a bunch of cocks. You lick your lips, say your line, and then start sucking them off. The goal is 100 cocks. At the end, the cops raid the joint and you save everybody by sucking off all the cops and g-men. Got it?"

Trying to get in the spirit of things I say "You got it, just give me some bathtub gin to get zozzled and I'm all set for some horizontal refreshment and makin' whoopee. I can be your prize dickylicker." Grinning, I also think to myself, where did that come from? How do I know period slang?

I hear "Action!" and suddenly I'm surrounded by guys and gals, all dancing to the jazz band playing. I join in, and soon I'm swaying and swinging to the music, my fat tits bouncing up and down in this impossibly tight dress. Men all around me are groping my ass, squeezing my tits, kissing my neck as I move and twirl. Before I know it my tits are out, exposed to groping hands and pinching fingers. Nipples so hard, I feel the hard cocks of three different guys grinding into my ass, my thighs. Then I feel the pressure on my shoulders, pushing me down and, stumbling in my spike heels, I relent, on my knees with the lights flashing, the music playing. It all seems like a dream.

Suddenly there's a cock in front of my face, and it's just instinct to wrap my lips around it. Sucking fiercely, while another cock starts to rub against my cheek. I turn to slurp that one into my mouth as well, two more appearing, which I can only take in my soft hands and start stroking. Back and forth, one cock to the next. Even a woman offering her pussy that I eagerly lap. I just can't help myself, can't get enough!

Sucking, jerking faster, just lost in a daze of lust, I suddenly feel a spray of cum splash on my face. Some in my mouth, I drink it down, the rest dribbling down my chin. I turn to another cock, sucking hard on that till it fills my mouth as well. Again and again, jerking, stroking, sucking, slurping down cum.

Then out of nowhere someone yells "Cut!", and lights go on, everyone moves away, and I'm left kneeling on an empty floor, covered in cum. A woman smiles down at me. "Let's get you cleaned up darlin'", and I struggle to my feet and teeter my way to the dressing room, holding her hand.

As I lick my lips, I realize I can think. Once again, the large amount of cum has cleared away some cobwebs. Wow, this coin didn't mess around. This is not the life I would have wished for myself, but at the same time, it is also the fulfillment of my wishes. Strange.

When we reach the dressing room, the woman finishes stripping off the tatters of the flapper dress and quickly sponges me down. She looks at my back and says "we'll have to touch up that tattoo at some point". Tattoo?? What tattoo, I think. I try to look over my shoulder but can't see a thing. What does it look like? What does it say? She then hands me a pair of denim overalls and cowgirl boots. "Let's get these on. We need to get you all set for Farmgirl Milk Maid".

Chapter 3

Mandy shakes her head, trying to clear the haze, her surroundings shimmering and then solidifying. She's in a barn, on a farm. Rows of corrals lineup inside the barn as women work in each stall. As the women lean over, she sees a tattoo on each of their backs with the letters MR on them. It looks more like a brand than a simple tattoo.

As each woman bends over she notices the size of their breasts, how full they seem, some of the women seem to be almost moaning. Other women start to put pumps on the women's breasts, the machinery coming to life with the steadily squirting sound of lactating women as they moan and groan from the milking.

Soon she finds herself at her stall. The stall had cushions on the ground and a place to rest her head while her breasts hang down. The stablehand helped her unbuttons her overalls and lowers her into place as a cool lubricant is rubbed over her breast making them feel stimulated and tingling. The milking devices are attached with a strong sucking sound sealing around her breast, the sensations of her breast sucking on her makes her moan suddenly as the stablehand behind her asks if she wants the full hook up.

Her mind reels as she thinks what that might mean then simply nods unsure what to expect as she hears something being attached to the door behind her. The door closes as she feels the two vibrators enter her, her eyes widen as they start to buzz and hum making her body quiver with delight as she lets out a moaning moo suddenly without thinking "OOOH Mooooo ooooh Fuuuuuuuckkkk" she groaned as the barn echoed in the wild humming of milking machines and buzzing of toys. The coin in the overalls pocket glowing and buzzing.

Is this it, then, she's a hucow? Destined to be milked and fucked forever? She moans with pleasure. Why couldn't she be a cowgirl instead of a hucow? She moans again as the shimmering comes back.

Hours had passed, or was it minutes as one of the stablehands pulled her out of the stall. She shook her head looking down to see she is now dressed in an exaggerated cowgirl outfit, gray cotton shirt tied beneath her huge tits, a leather vest on over that, chaps on her legs but no jeans, and then sexy cowgirl boots.

"Come on Randy Mandy, we've got a lost cow poke out there and we need you to ride on out there and find him. Now git!!" I see the horse and quickly mount up and head out on to the range.

The horse shudders to a stop as she looks around in a flurry of dust. She dismounts and runs to the man, her heart racing, her breath frantic as her breasts try to spill free from her plaid shirt. She kneels down in front of him feeling his chest rise and fall she can see his erections throbbing tight in his pants. She knows what she must do. Her hand slides over feeling the bulging form of his phallus as it throbs in his tight pants.

She grips the zipper slowly pulling it down, the sound almost reverberating on her fingers as she releases his raging member straight into the air. She looks at his panting form, his forehead feverish, and slides over him slowly lowering herself onto his shaft as she slips the mushroom tip into her, his eyes open wide and his hand slip to her waits as she drops hard onto his shaft making a howling moan as if to challenge the gods of lust to dare stop her.

This will work, i will heal him, i will nurse and fuck him back to health. I'm a nurse saving people. The coin in her leather vest pocket glows again and she thinks she hears a hospital PA barking out "Nurse Mandy to ER Bay 4, stat, patient needs a blowjob or else we'll lose them." Fade to black.