After passing out from an incredible orientation-bending orgasm, you reach to your phone with your beautiful hands. You soon realize it's the latest iPhone, with a vibrant, metallic case.
Still sitting down, you suddenly feel the urge to jack off again. Simply thinking about your new body turns you on. You spread your legs and stroke your fuckstick with force, you then bring the hand you're holding the phone with to one of your nipples, pressing it with your long nails. You get lost in the pleasure as you bring one of your feet to your mouth and suckle on it. They're so pretty, you think to yourself. You snap several photos and videos of your huge penis, someone will value these someday... "Fuuuck... I think I... like... Want a boyfriend..." you think to yourself as you blast a huge rope that splatters on the wall. "I really need this huge fucking thing sucked..." you say as cum drips from your engorged glans.
Snapping out of your horny haze, with phone in hand, you stand up, flop your wrist, and walk swaying your hips and fat ass side to side, your soft, deliciously effeminate foot long penis sways with them.
Exiting the bathroom, you don't realize it's door fading into nothingness, becoming an extremely expensive modern painting. Your asscheeks bounce side to side as you enter a huge, modern room. Your room.
You ignore how it looks and it's size as you only approach the clos-
You open the closet door and squeal like a girl. That's no closet, guuurl, that's a huge dressing room, as big as your old apartment, for you and you only, queen.
You almost cream yourself as you examine every delicious, fancy piece of clothing here, but soon settle with some transparent high heels, seemingly made out of crystal, that leave your perfect toes visible. Good, you needed the world to see your pedicure.
You also pick designer jeans, which make your long, shapely legs look gorgeous, and your ass stand out more. You love your big juicy butt.
A Supreme t-shirt sits on your new body, a small jacket of the same brand on top of it, and a Gucci bag is being hold on your arm. You're a rich bitch sisssta, flaunt it.
Finally, your wrists get adorned with jewelry and expensive bracelets, your fingers and toes are hugged by rings, and a pair of large silver pendants hang from your ears.
With your outfit done, you reach for your phone and take several pictures. You look great in all of them, the act coming absolutely natural to you. Picking the best one, an angled photo where your bulge looks particularly large and uploading it, the photo gets hundreds of likes and comments within the first minute. Curious, you check your IG profile, where you realize you have over 20 million followers, a verified profile, many products and promotions on your bio, stories with Hollywood celebrities, and some real hot images, you say to yourself. Your name is still the same, but reality has changed; it is now the name of a beautiful, flamboyant, gay supermodel. And dare you say, you grin to yourself. An influencer. Your penis creams itself a bit. You love the delicious irony of this. Some hours ago, you hated influencers with all your might, but now, not only you're one of the most successful, rich, and famous influencers in the current scene, but your name itself is synonymous with glamour, fashion, and a line of expensive clothing.
Yes, girl, you're an entrepreneur now.
Walking through your huge LA house, you walk downstairs and sit on a giant sofa that seems to stretch side to side across the huge, art deco room. A long clawed hand holding a juice smoothie (you're trying to keep your figure) and another one holding the remote to your TV, basically a home cinema, if not bigger.
Sipping juice, you come across the video you saw in the ad before becoming the better version of yourself. A miserable little house tour. You laugh at the attempts of the kid to appear rich, and decide you have enough, you've got an idea for your channel.
Your channel! You visit it and see 40 million subscribers, all your videos are make-up tutorials, fashion analysis, drama, and some other fun videos where you act goofy. What an entertainer you are, you love it.
The kid's video gave you an idea though, and you want to one up the squirt's attempt to flaunt, standing up and sipping the last bits of juice, you fidget around in your phone, search contacts and invite one of your many celebrity friends over to do a house tour video. Not only you're the richest influencer in the world and you've got the better house, but you also got the better friends to flaunt around. After arranging the matter, you just plop down on your couch without a worry in the world. You play with your fat cock once more and shoot ropes on the marble floor as you watch hot dudes on your Instagram. What a good life.