Cursed Bracelet

I yawned, blinking in the sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window. I stretched, wondering where the girl I'd brought home last night had gone. Had she left? I sat up on the edge of the bed. The girl had been kind of goth and witchy, with lots of tattoos and piercings, and a ton of black makeup on her eyes and lips. Not my usual type at all, but damn, she had been great in the sack. I smiled, remembering how enthusiastic she'd been, practically demanding I fuck each of her holes.

I raised an eyebrow, suddenly noticing a bracelet on my left wrist. I recognized it because it had been on the girl's wrist last time I saw it. It was black and shiny, and it felt like stone, not metal. How the hell had it gotten there?

"Hey," came a voice from the doorway, and I looked up to see the girl --Addy? Maddy?-- leaning against the doorframe. Her gaze went to my wrist and her hand came up to her mouth, her eyes going wide with horror.

"Oh. Oh shit," she said. She came over and sat next to me on the bed, still staring at the bracelet. I felt a bit confused. Why was she acting so upset that I was wearing her jewelry?

"I'm sorry... you know, I don't think I even got your name last night?"

"Shawn."

"Right. Okay, Shawn, I am really sorry about this."

"Sorry?" I laughed. "About what? That you're going to bail? It's cool, really."

"No," she looked downcast. "Well, I mean, yeah, I am going to bail, but I'm sorry about what's going to happen to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I laughed again and tried to slide the bracelet off. It felt slick and cool beneath my fingers, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how it had even managed to get over my hand and onto my wrist. The girl let out a little sigh and stood up, then moved across the room to where her short, leather skirt had landed the night before. She stepped into it, then looked around, presumably searching for her top.

"When we got here last night, that bracelet was on my wrist, remember?" she asked, as she plucked the top from where it had gotten draped over my computer monitor.

"Yeah," I grunted, still trying to take the damn thing off. "How did you get it on me, anyway? I don't see a clasp or anything."

"Well, that's the thing, sweetie," she answered, sitting down to strap on a clunky pair of patent leather Doc Martens. "I didn't put it on you."

"Huh?" I stopped what I was doing to stare at her. She picked up her purse and started rooting through it, taking out a lipstick. She pursed her lips in the mirror over my dresser and spread a coating of black over her mouth. Stepping back, she looked herself over.

"Well, it could be worse," she muttered. She turned around and came over to stand in front of me, one hip cocked.

"Okay, I'm going to give you a breakdown of what I know, Shawn, and again, I'm really sorry. I promise you, I didn't plan for this to happen."

I stared up at her, a tingle of apprehension crawling up my spine.

"So, the bracelet is... well, I'm not really sure it's really a bracelet, to start with. I think it's almost like a virus. It goes from person to person, although hell if I know what prompts it to move on."

I stared at her. Holy shit, she was batshit crazy. She must have caught what was in my look, because she took in a deep breath and let it out.

"I know how this sounds, okay? I reacted the same way 5 years ago, when that damn bracelet latched onto me. But it's really important you hear me out, okay? Once it was on me, I became... somebody else. Over and over and over. That bracelet is going to transform you, Shawn."

"Okay, I think I've heard enough of this horseshit... whatever your name is."

"Madison." She rolled her eyes. "At least that's what my name became after the bracelet changed me the last time."

I stood up, and she stepped back.

"I've heard enough. You were a good lay, but I don't need this kind of crazy around me."

One hand shot into her purse and came out holding a small canister that I recognized as pepper spray. I went very still.

"Please don't make me use this on you. Now, you listen and listen good. Sometime soon, probably tonight, the bracelet is going to change you into a woman. It seems to act on the desires of men nearby you. When you change, it's going to be disorienting, not just physically but mentally."

I gaped at what she was saying, but kept still, hoping I'd have a chance to grab the pepper spray from her.

"When you change, you are going to have desires and memories of the person that you've been changed into. If you just kind of let those guide you, you'll usually be okay. You just kind of have to let them carry you along with the flow. I always managed to find where I was supposed to live, if I wasn't at home when I changed, and I always managed to find my job, if I had one."

She paused to see how I was taking it, and I looked her in the eyes.

"Do you know how insane you are?" I asked. "Like, do you feel your own craziness?"

"Okay," she snapped. "We're done. I've told you all I can."

She backed out of the room, still pointing the pepper spray at me, and a moment later I heard my front door slam. I took a shaky breath, then walked out into the living room and locked the door, turning the deadbolt as well. I sat down on the couch, wondering if I should call the police and report Madison. I picked up the phone and then realized how hysterical I was being. What would I even tell them, "I slept with this hot goth chick, and afterward she put a bracelet on me and said crazy shit to me"?

I went about my day, watching ESPN and folding some laundry. When dinner time rolled around, I ordered some Chinese. About 45 minutes later, I heard a knock at the door and opened it to find an enormous black guy, looking like he was in his early 20s, holding a big paper bag. I handed him a five-dollar bill as a tip.

" 'Preciate you," he rumbled as I closed the door. I went back to ESPN and tucked into Mongolian beef and a couple of egg rolls. After finishing my food, I let out a huge belch and carried the empty containers into the kitchen to throw them in the garbage. I was on my way back to the living room when it started. I suddenly felt a flush all over my body, and began sweating like a racehorse. My stomach started churning. I grabbed hold of the kitchen counter. Holy fuck, was it food poisoning?

I fell to my knees, suddenly gasping for air. I couldn't catch my breath. My skin felt like things were crawling all over it, and I groaned as my facial muscles rippled. I reached out with my right hand to try to lift myself back up, then stopped when I spotted my left wrist. The bracelet was no longer black; it glowed and pulsed, and with each pulse, the sensation on my skin increased. A cramp suddenly hit my abdomen, and I rolled onto my side, my knees coming up into a fetal position.

I screamed as I felt my body rearranging itself. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable. The room seemed to spin around me, a whirl of colors and textures, as I continued to pant. With each heavy inhalation, I felt like my chest was expanding outward. I lowered my head, groaning as I felt my hips crackle as they were reshaped. A curtain of dark hair suddenly blocked my vision, and I lay on the ground, just to breathe.

I wasn't sure how long I'd been lying there, but eventually I realized the spinning had stopped and my skin no longer felt like it was moving. Getting up took a lot of effort. I felt weak, and my body seemed so heavy. When I managed to sit up and pushed long, dark hair out of my face, I began to realize I'd changed. Two enormous, round globes sat on my chest, and I felt the weight of my new breasts as they shifted about.

With a grunt, I pushed myself up, holding onto the kitchen counter. My center of gravity was all wrong, and when I tried to take a step, I almost went down. I looked behind me and saw that my ass was enormous. Bracing myself against the hallway walls, I made my way to the bathroom. Little paintings hung on the walls, which confused me; I'd never put anything up on the walls.

When I reached the bathroom and flicked on the light, I was confused all over again. It wasn't my bathroom. It was clearly a girl's bathroom, with pale green and white-striped wallpaper. All sorts of cosmetics and cleaning products covered the vanity, and I smelled jasmine and honeysuckle. When I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I felt faint. I was a girl.

I stepped forward and raised my hand. My face was pretty, framed by all the long, dark hair that had blocked my vision earlier. It was cut in a Betty Page style, the bangs making my dark brows pop. I examined what I could see. I wasn't just a girl; I was a big girl. I had big tits and a round belly above thick thighs. I turned to the side, confirming how huge my ass was. I was wearing a tank top and some biker shorts, and clearly didn't have a bra because I could see the pink of my nipples right through the tank top.

Feeling even more faint, I sat down on the toilet seat. How had this happened? Why had this happened? I looked at my left wrist, still wearing the dark bracelet. The girl, the crazy girl -- she'd warned me this would happen, I suddenly remembered. Even as I thought it, I felt something pushing forward inside my head. I put both hands up to my forehead, as I suddenly knew things.

My name was Holly Bailey, and I was 21 years old. I was a college student, majoring in English. I wanted to be a teacher. I opened my eyes, reeling. It was so strange. I knew, somewhere inside of me, that I was still Shawn Adams, but I was in this chubby girl's body, and her memories were in the driver's seat for the moment. I stood up and looked in the mirror again.

"I've got to get ready," I murmured, and as if on autopilot, I started stripping off my clothes, tossing them into a laundry hamper in the corner. I turned on the shower and got under the water, letting the spray wash over me. My nipples immediately hardened; they were like huge pink gumdrops sitting on my enormous tits. 40DDD, my new memories helpfully informed me.

I shivered as I soaped up a loofah and ran it over my body. I wasn't just plump; I was short. I estimated I was only about 5 and a half feet, which made my thick curves stand out more. When I was clean, my hand went down between my legs and rubbed at my slit, lingering at the top to give extra attention to my clit.

"Ohhhh shit!" I exclaimed at the sensations that jolted through me. I shook my head. I didn't have time to explore myself, I somehow knew. After toweling off and squeezing as much water out of my hair as I could, I wrapped a towel around myself, then sat at a vanity table in my bedroom to blow-dry my hair. My hands moved on their own, reaching for makeup and applying it. I stared at my face as I applied the makeup. I was pretty, but after the makeup went on, I was hot.

I went to the dresser and rummaged through the top drawer, which was full of panties. I took out a black lace pair that was barely bigger than a thong, and stepped into them, wiggling my hips as I pulled them up. They felt nice against my pussy, and I could feel them nestling against my inner ass cheeks. I went into another drawer and took out a matching demibra. As if I'd done it a million times, I put it on, then walked over to the closet. A dress hung on the door, and I took it down, slid it over my head, then turned to examine myself in a full-length mirror.

The dress was black, with a corset top. My tits looked like they were going to bulge right out of it, and the lines of the corset made my belly look smaller. The skirt was short and made my big ass look even more curvy. The overall effect was sexy, and it looked even better after I slid my feet into some shiny black heels. I grabbed a purse, all black leather with studs all over it.

I grabbed a ring of keys from a bowl by the door and headed out. I had no idea where I was going, but Madison's words from that morning suddenly came back to me: You just kind of have to let them carry you along with the flow. I walked down the hallway, feeling my thighs rubbing together. As I got into the elevator, a guy about my age stepped on just before the doors closed. Adam, apartment 467, pushed into my head.

"Hey, Holly," he greeted me, giving me an appreciative once-over. "Headed out for the night?"

"Hi Adam," I smiled. "Yeah, going to go hang with my boyfriend."

What the fuck did I just say?

"Well, he's a lucky guy. Have fun!"

"You too!" I called after him as the elevator door opened and he stepped out into the parking garage. I let my legs carry me, trying to grasp what I'd just said. A boyfriend? But, but... I'm a guy, and I'm not gay. I can't have a boyfriend. My reflection in the window of an SUV I was walking past rebutted that: I was a hot, chubby girl.

My fingers grasped the fob on my keychain and pressed it, and a nearby car blinked its lights. I stopped for a moment. It wasn't my car. I drove a black Dodge Challenger, but the vehicle in front of me was a silver Honda Accord. Information pushed forward in my head again, reminding me that my dad had co-signed for the Honda, and that I'd picked it because it was super spacious inside, so a big girl like me didn't feel cramped. I got into the car and hooked my seatbelt, adjusting it so it lay between my tits.

I tried to focus on driving, but found it was just easier to let whatever autopilot was in charge keep going. I kept thinking about my conversation in the elevator, and began panicking about the idea of a boyfriend. How serious was it? Would I be expected to sleep with him? That line of thought was a mistake. The moment I thought it, I felt my nipples harden, and a damp heat started to bloom between my legs. However horrified I was about the idea of sleeping with a guy, my body clearly had a different idea!

I kept driving into what I recognized as the club district. I backed the Honda into a space, noting that this body had better parallel parking skills than I did. Thumping music drifted from across the street, where a sign identified a club called "Bumpers. A line stretched down the sidewalk, but I headed straight for the door. I knew the people in line were watching me, and I found myself swaying my hips a little extra.

"Baby got some junk in that trunk," one of the guys in line muttered, and an unexpected thrill of pride shot through me.

"Hey, Mz. Holly!" greeted the bouncer, a big, handsome black guy. I gave him a big smile and, to my astonishment, found myself tiptoeing up to plant a kiss on his cheek. My tits pressed against him, and I felt a little flutter in my stomach. Oh shit -- I was attracted to him.

"What's happening, Jay?" I asked, his name pushing forward in my head.

"Same old, same old," he grinned. "Yo man inside waiting on yo fine ass, girl."

"Then I better not disappoint him," I winked as Jay undid the velvet rope and let me enter. I walked down a short passage lit by purple lights and entered the main floor of the club. A dance floor was filled with people, and there was a crowded bar. I wove through the crowd, waving as people shouted my name. My Holly memory bank supplied me with names, and sometimes more -- I blushed furiously when the sight of a Latino guy pushed forward a memory of making out with him, our tongues lashing each other while he squeezed my tits.

I made it to the bar and waited for the bartender to notice me. The guy next to me turned, and his eyes went wide as he scoped me out. He was a lean white guy in nice clothes. I gave him a polite smile as the bartender stopped in front of me.

" 'Sup, Holly?" he asked. "What can I get ya?"

"Give me a Woo Woo," I responded.

"Let me get that for you," the guy next to me said, and I looked at him again.

"Sorry, sweetie," I gave him another smile. "I've got a boyfriend, and I don't let other guys buy my drinks."

He shrugged and turned away, and then another Holly thought welled up inside me: And I only get with guys of color. Oh. Oh God. I had a pretty good feeling about what the boyfriend was likely to look like after that. The bartender slid my drink in front of me, and I tapped my debit card on the reader, added a tip, then wandered off to find my boyfriend.

Toward the other end of the club, a series of booths lined the wall, with tables and padded benches. As I approached, I heard someone call my new name.

"Holly! Yo, Holly!" I saw a slender black girl waving at me and walked over. My new memories told me her name was Monique, but she went by Mo. As I approached the booth, I was about to greet her, but then I saw him. Lounging casually on the bench was a big black guy. The me that I still thought of as me recognized him immediately--he had delivered food to my apartment a few hours before.

The me that was now Holly recognized him too, but the effect was much more dramatic. I felt a fluttering in my belly, my nipples crinkled up, and I felt like I was going to start gushing right in my panties. My heart was suddenly racing. This was my boyfriend, Trey, a musician who supplemented his income by delivering stuff. A sudden flood of images of me with him, naked and limbs tangled together, assaulted my brain, making my arousal even worse.

"You okay?" he asked, sitting up and looking at me with concern. I realized I'd just been standing there staring at him.

"I'm great, baby!" I chirped, flipping my hair back. "I was just admiring the view."

He laughed as I came to him, but I was embarrassed inside because I wasn't lying. My eyes had gone straight to his crotch. Trey was clearly packing a lot, which explained why my body was so excited. I scooted in next to him and immediately wrapped my plump arms around him. He leaned his face into mine and gave me a long, slow kiss that got me moaning.

"You good?" He smiled, and I nodded happily. He took a swig from his glass, which I knew was Hennessy on the rocks. I found myself snuggling up next to him, and the database in my head fed me a bit of backstory about my life as Holly. I'd had a couple of boyfriends before college, and the sex had been unsatisfactory. When I got to college, during my first year, several different black guys pursued me. When I dated one of them, I found out that black guys went crazy for thick girls, and as far as the sex - holy shit, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

My attention snapped back to the present as Trey started telling Mo's boyfriend, Qwan, about the gig he was trying to land. This quickly devolved into some technical discussion about equipment, and Mo looked over at me, rolling her eyes. I laughed, then nudged Trey to get his attention.

" 'Sup, bae?" he asked.

"I wanna dance," I told him, mock pouting. He got to his feet and held out his hand, helping me up. A minute later, we were out on the floor, under the rippling lights, with the EDM pounding against us. Trey was a great dancer, and during a real dirty number, he ground against me from behind. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my big ass, and it excited me even more.

When we finally went back to the booth, I climbed onto his lap as we made out. His hands kneaded my butt as we kissed, and I was making little moans and breathing heavily. Some part of me was still horrified that I was doing this with another guy, but most of me was swept up in the sensations.

"Let's get out of here and go to my place," he said into my ear. I nodded, practically panting now. I stood up and adjusted my skirt. I could feel that my panties were soaked. As Trey announced we were leaving, Mo looked at my flushed face and gave me a wink and a smile. Trey's hand was on my big ass as we moved towards the door.

In my car, Trey's hand slid under my skirt and rested on my thigh. I gripped the steering wheel so tight it hurt. I was so hot for him, I worried I was going to leave a wet spot on the seat. Once we were parked and in the elevator, Trey pressed me against the wall and kissed me. His hands ran up and down my sides, and I moaned.

"Damn, girl," he said appreciatively. I smiled up at him and reached out to rub his crotch.

"I can't wait to get in the apartment," I said huskily, and realized that it wasn't all just the Holly autopilot talking. I was so turned on, and my body was ready to get fucked. We walked down the hall to my apartment, holding hands. I let go long enough to unlock the door. As soon as we were inside, Trey led me over to the couch. As he sat down, I lifted my dress over my head and tossed it into a chair. My bra quickly followed it.

I got down on my knees in front of Trey and unlaced his boots, setting them aside once I'd taken them off his feet. I ran my hands up his legs until they reached his crotch. I could see his erection through the denim of his jeans, and I felt my hornines kick up a notch as I lowered the zipper. He lifted his butt to help me slide them off, and now I could see the tip of his big, black cock pushing out above the waistband of his boxers.

I had his underwear off in a flash, and I breathed out happily at the sight of his dick. It was long and thick, and I licked my lips as I brought my mouth down to it. I moaned at the taste; it was musky and slightly salty, and delicious. I slobbered saliva all over the tip, then took a few inches into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue.

"Aw, shit," grunted Trey, his hands gripping the sides of my head and pulling me forward onto his dick. In no time, I was deepthroating him in the sloppiest manner possible, drool and precum dripping out of my mouth and running down over his balls. I grabbed his shaft in my fist and licked his balls clean, his satisfied groan telling me how much he liked it.

"That's it, baby," he said.

"You like that, daddy?" I paused in my slurping to look up at him.

"Oh yeah!" he responded. I put his cock back in my mouth and went to work. For the next fifteen minutes, I worshipped the chocolate shaft, licking and sucking it. I paused for breath, smiling up at my boyfriend. It made me so happy to give him pleasure.

"Let's move into the bedroom," he said, and helped me to my feet. I walked down the hall, looking over my shoulder as I swayed my big ass. In my bedroom, I slipped out of my panties before climbing onto my lilac duvet, where Trey joined me. I positioned myself to get at his cock again, my big tits falling on either side of his leg.

"I love your cock," I told him, running my tongue up and down it like a lollipop. He reached out and pinched one of my nipples, and I moaned as an erotic sensation traveled from my nipple straight to my pussy. I moved so that I was between his legs again, and pushed my tits around his cock, then let a long string of saliva drip down on top of them. I began to tit fuck him, letting out little gasps and sighs as his hard shaft sawed between my knockers.

"You like my big titties?" I husked, and Trey nodded. He put his hands on my thick waist as I kept thrusting his shaft in the tunnel formed by my sweaty, slick tits. As the top of his cock emerged, I took it into my mouth, giving it a quick suck. I could taste his pre-cum.

"Get up here so I can taste that pussy," Trey breathed. I got up on my knees, then straddled his face and looked toward the end of the bed. As I lowered my crotch onto him, I felt his tongue begin lapping at my slit, and I took in a sharp breath. His tongue quickly found my clit and began making circles around it. I shuddered and gasped as my juices began to flood out of my pussy. My first orgasm ripped through me, making my thighs tremble as I shook with passion. I crouched over Trey, my hands seeking his chest and abs to keep me from falling.

My boyfriend gently rolled me off of him and grinned at me, his mouth and chin gleaming with my pussy juice. He began rubbing me all over, then lingered on my soft, plump belly. I let out a sigh.

"I love it when you play with my tummy," I told him. He kissed the back of my neck, then his tongue was in my mouth, dancing over me. I turned over, and he squeezed my tits, then tugged lightly at both of my nipples.

"Uhn!" I exclaimed. I got on my hands and knees and looked over at him. "I need that cock in me."

Trey got behind me, and I felt his cock rub between my thick pussy lips. The head pressed into me, and I let out a little gasp as the first few inches slid inside me, stretching me out. He started thrusting slowly in and out, a few more inches sliding into my tight hole each time. Before long, I felt his big balls slap up against me, and I knew all of his cock was inside me. Trey's hands traced down my spine, then over the curve of my fat ass, before coming to rest on my hips.

As his big cock began to pound me, my Holly databank informed me that doggy style was my favorite position. I loved feeling my big tits sway beneath me, and my belly jiggle when I took backshots. I loved being submissive to the man fucking me. In fact, that was part of why I loved being with black or Latino guys -- I loved being submissive to such strong men of color.

Trey's hands drifted underneath me as he fucked away, caressing my hanging tits and belly. My pussy was gripping him so tight, and my inner muscles were fluttering around the shaft. There was a spot, somewhere inside my tight tunnel, and every time the tip of his cock hit it, I saw stars.

"Oh baby, right there," I whined, "keep it right there!"

He was really beginning to pound me in earnest now, making a grunt each time he thrust into me. His hand grabbed a hank of my long, black hair and used it to yank my head back, bringing a guttural moan out of me. My pussy was burning now as Trey's muscular thighs slapped loudly against my big ass cheeks.

My next orgasm crashed over me, and my face and torso pressed into the mattress. I could feel my tits squashing out beneath me, but my plump belly kept me propped up enough, so my ass was still tilted up towards my lover. Trey smacked both of my cheeks and began fucking me even more furiously, driving the cock into me over and over.

"You like that?" he growled, pulling my hair again. "You like that dick?"

"Oh my gawwwd!" was all I could shriek. The biggest orgasm yet hit me, and I humped my hips backward, trying to take in as much of his cock as I could. I screamed as Trey drove it in even harder, and then I found myself thrashing and squealing, squirting around his shaft as I just kept coming and coming. I came out of it with my face still pushed into the mattress, my lungs pumping like bellows because I was breathing so heavily. I could feel sweat pouring off me in rivers, and I could smell the potent musk of my well-fucked pussy.

Trey stretched out beside me, his head against the pillows, and slapped his own thighs.

"Get up here," he commanded me. "Ride it."

I nodded and smiled, and threw one leg across him so I could straddle him. My hand went beneath me to grab the throbbing cock and guide it into me. I gasped as I slid down onto it, wiggling my ass to get it all inside me. It felt like Trey's cock was all the way up to the bottoms of my heaving tits. I began to ride him, rolling my hips. His strong hands grabbed at my big, soft asscheeks.

"Ah ah ah ah ah," came out of me as his dick slid in and out of me. His hands left my ass and came up to grab my tits, pulling and twisting at my nipples.

"Oh my god," I breathed. "You're so deep inside me, baby."

I leaned down to kiss him. After I'd been riding him for close to ten minutes, he put his hand on my hips and slowly rolled, staying inside me. I ended up beneath him, my huge tits falling to either side and my big belly creasing as he continued to fuck me. I lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders so he could get easier access to my pussy.

Trey started fucking me slowly and gently, biting at the side of my neck and kissing my mouth. I was building up to another orgasm as his hard abs smacked against my round belly. I began letting out soft little cries of ecstasy as his cock worked in and out of me. His hands went to my tits again, squeezing them roughly as his pace increased.

"Ah, yeah," he said between gritted teeth. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it!" I squealed. "Fill me up with your hot cum!"

Trey redoubled his efforts, slamming into me furiously.

"Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod," I shrieked. Trey pulled out of me most of the way, then savagely hilted himself in my gushing pussy. As my orgasm ripped through me, I felt him shoot his nut inside me. Rope after rope of cum jetted into my tight canal. He slid out of me, cum dripping off the tip of his cock, and I quickly sat up so I could catch it with my tongue. He moved the head of his dick over my tongue as the last drops of cum oozed out, and I opened my mouth wide to show him before I swallowed it.

He got up and went to the bathroom, and I heard the water running after he flushed the toilet. He came back into the bedroom and kissed me on the mouth, and I got up and went to pee. I don't want a UTI, I thought, courtesy of my helpful Holly memories. I used a wet washcloth to clean my crotch, rinsed it out, and then ran it over my face and tits. I brushed my teeth, then went back to the bedroom with a towel to put down over the wet spot.

I put on a pair of panties and then snuggled up next to Trey. I could feel his heartbeat as I pressed against him happily.

"I love you, baby," I told him. He smooched me on the forehead. He never said it back, but I knew he loved me. I rolled over, and he made the big spoon against me. I drifted off to sleep feeling his warm, muscular body against me.

*

"Holly, get up!" I heard Trey's voice calling. I blinked awake, yawning. I heard footsteps in the hall, and then Trey poked his head through the doorframe.

"C'mon, girl," he said. "I got breakfast going. You gotta get up and eat and shower before we leave."

"Okay, okay," I muttered sleepily, slowly sitting up. "Is there coffee?"

"Yeah, I got that Blue Mountain shit you like going."

"Good." I yawned and stretched. I felt so heavy. "I need to pee, and I'll be right there."

I slid into my flip-flops and shuffled down the hall. I peed, flushed, and went over to the sink to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror above the sink and froze. My jaw dropped. Overnight, I had changed. My tits were even bigger, and I had moved beyond plump -- I was fat. My belly hung down, obscuring my crotch, and my ass was enormous. I had tattoos all over me, especially on my upper arms and on my hips.

That's not going to be a good look for a teacher, I thought, and then new information hit me. I had dropped out of school my sophomore year, and had held a succession of low-paying jobs ever since, until --

"What the hell is you doing?" Trey said from the doorway, startling me.

"Sorry, baby," I said apologetically. "I zoned out. You just fucked me so good last night."

He grinned at that before responding, "Yeah. Throw on some clothes and come eat."

I hurried back to the bedroom and found some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Apparently, all my clothes had changed size when I did. I still puzzled over why I'd gone from plumper to BBW as I got dressed. I hustled into the kitchen and sat down. Trey brought over a plate piled high with food, and I began eating with gusto. The part of me that still thought of myself as Shawn was amazed at how much food I put away: 8 pieces of bacon, a big omelet stuffed with cheese, and three biscuits slathered with butter and honey, all washed down with a couple of cups of coffee with cream and sugar.

Trey threw the dishes into the dishwasher while I got into the shower. After blow-drying my hair, I put on panties and a bra (44T, I noticed). I slid into a pretty blue sundress that exposed about a mile of cleavage, then put on some comfortable brown leather flats. I started putting on makeup, and Trey walked in.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "The girl will do your face. Come on, we don't want to be late."

We hurried down to the parking garage, where I was taken aback once more. Instead of my Honda, we got into a black Escalade with tinted windows, with Trey driving. I began to wonder exactly why things had changed, and hoped that my Holly memories would supply the answer. It didn't work out that way, as Trey kept up a constant stream of talking about troubles he was having with the new album. The only thing that slipped through was that Trey had released a very successful first hip-hop album, which explained why he now owned the expensive vehicle.

We drove into an industrial district and Trey parked. He looked at his phone.

"Come on, we just on time."

We walked quickly to a side entrance, and Trey pressed a doorbell. After a moment, the door buzzed, and we walked down a carpeted hallway, with offices opening on either side. We passed these and went into an area that was obviously a reclaimed warehouse. Off to one side, there was what looked like an entire bedroom, brightly lit, and I could see people bustling about. We walked that way, and as we came up, one of the people looked up at us and smiled.

"Oh good, you're here!" said a bearded white guy, then turned to talk to some of the others. "Let's get Holly into makeup and wardrobe, then Terry can check the lighting levels. Let's move, people."

A young redhead with glasses stepped forward and smiled at me.

"Hey, Holly. Let's take you back and put your face on."

My "autopilot" kicked in, and I began to follow her as she walked off, but my eye caught a big whiteboard, and I stopped dead.

"FILMING TODAY" was written at the very top of the board. Below that, it read "TALENT," and next to that it said "HOLLY HAZARD" and "LUKE MICHAELS." The line that made me panic was the one below all that, which was labeled "TITLE."

"BBWs LOVE INTERRACIAL ANAL."

Oh. Oh no.

"Holly, what the fuck is you doing? Move your ass!" came Trey's voice.

I obediently trotted after the makeup girl. I needed to look good for filming this porno scene, right?