Hannah “Elegante” Wiedergraf sipped on her coffee as she debated when to get her next implant ‘upgrade’ before using a second, less fantasy inspired, bathroom to clean up. This one had no cameras, and was not conspicuously missing a toilet. Even as exhibitionist as she was there were some things best kept private. Or at least some things that could get her typecast, even within the porn industry. There was almost nothing one could do to embarrass the new her (aside from commenting on how small her breasts were in any way), but limiting one’s profitability was a path off porn and into prostitution. While the idea didn’t disgust her, she liked having legal recourses should she ever chance to not want to fuck someone any and every way. No matter how slim that chance was.
Which led to finding the bottle. She found the name, ‘PornStar Perfume’ to be a little…. Well, she didn’t have a word for it, but it was somewhere in between gauche and far, far too honest. Still, the scent wasn’t terrible, and she figured she could endorse it if it came to that. For that matter, she had just the sheer, barely concealing outfit that would be perfect for an advertisement. Or the bottle itself. Still, she had plenty of her own, and didn’t really feel like keeping something she hadn’t purchased herself. Still, it couldn’t hurt to wear a spray or two outside, could it?
Hannah was barely conscious of the rubber squeak that followed the perfume hitting her enhanced cleavage. Idly she was aware that it was too soon after her last surgery to get another. She didn’t notice her top getting tighter, her silicon increasing, or her skirt shortening. Not that she would have minded, in fact had she been aware of the effect she probably would have sprayed more on in an attempt to get even bigger tits. Whatever aspect of the perfume that made its effect hidden kept her from noticing, however, and so she stepped out and into the elevator. It seemed off that such a small building should have two apartments at the top that took up a floor each, but if they didn’t she probably wouldn’t get to live so close to her best Porn friend, Stella. She giggled at the thought of doing another film with her as she stepped into the lobby and bumped into Sandra Johnson
“Sandy! How are you” exclaimed actress as she embraced the pregnant mother in a bosomy hug. Still lightly damp from the perfume, Sandra pulled away with more makeup on than she had before. “What are you up to?
Sandra hated it when people called her Sandy. Well, most of the time. It was hard to dislike Hannah, no matter how.. Er.. Indiscriminate she was. “Oh, Stella,” she began as something shifted in her. “Tonight is Laura’s parent teacher meeting. Apparently she’s getting into fights again.” Her daughter, Laura had recently turned sixteen, but still got into so many fights at school. The poor thing just couldn’t seem to let any slight against either her birth father or her recently deceased stepfather go unavenged. “Say,” she commented, quickly wiping away the worried expression on her face, “What’s that smell? A new perfume?”
Hannah grinned, “Yeah. Something Tommy sent me for an endorsement. It’s not too bad, but a little subtle for my tastes.” Sandra resisted a wry cough. Hannah genuinely meant what she said, and treating it like an in joke would be impolite. The Asian paused a bit before scrounging in her purse for the bottle, “You can’t go to a school meeting without a little bit of scent,” she commented pulling the bottle up and spritzing Sandy before she could protest, “in fact, you can keep the bottle!”
Sandy blinked as her clothing adjusted itself. She still didn't enjoy sex all that much, but she loved showing off her body. Six months into her newest pregnancy her breasts were full, plump, and gorgeous. Not as huge as Hannah’s, but still beautiful. “Hmm? Well… okay. I do need to get going, though. If you get any ideas on how to get Laura to stop making out in school, I’d love to hear them.
Hannah giggled, “I’m the last person to ask about that.” Sandy sprayed another bit of perfume on herself, growing more aroused and sealing her new past as a porn star. “When I was her age, I got caught with all sorts of people. Of course, I went to an all girls’ school, so it was less chance of pregnancy, but I did manage to give the groundskeeper a number of blowjobs I don’t think they ever found out about.”
Sandy laughed with her fellow star. “You got me there. I suppose I was the same at her age, too, and you can’t blame a girl with her ass for showing an interest in her mother’s job, can you?” Hannah shook her head in agreement and waved as he slunk off. Of course when Sandy was in high school she first experimented with sex in order to it in, and even still didn't particularly enjoy it. However, in her new past she had discovered Drama Club, and shown a talent for acting. Shortly thereafter she discovered a sort of orgasmic feeling at exposing herself. After graduation she quickly made her first million as a single mother with an incredible talent for making every sexual act look astounding,
As she sprayed herself again, she youthened both physically and in another manner actually. Tomorrow was now her thirtieth birthday, making her only 14 years older than her daughter. Her tram stamp proudly identified her for marketability, and the next day she had a movie to shoot that required a pregnant woman willing to do bi-sexual scenes, a small shiver shook her form before she headed out. She could feel the eyes of the men and women on her fishnet bodysuit and thigh high leather heels. It wasn't every woman that could wear the pregnant dominatrix look and still manage her level of raw sexuality. A small dribble of her own excitement glistened along her inner thigh. Sure, she covered up with a long jacket, but that didn't stop the sensation. Not with her finely honed skills at ‘accidentally’ letting a glimpse peek out. Hopefully this time the principal wouldn't make inane complaints about her lack of bra this time…