My friend Connor had invited me out to his place on the edge of town to play some games, have some drinks, and watch the meteor shower over the weekend; he knew my job hunting hadn’t been going too well and it was stressing me out. He’s been a lifelong friend and has always known when I needed a bit of a reset, so I agreed. I packed a bag and he came around to pick me up after work on friday, loading his trunk up with assorted booze on the way. That night as we’re watching the light show while chatting about his work and my lack thereof, he has a flash of inspiration.
“Oh man, I just had an idea! You’re supposed to wish on a shooting star, right? Well we have dozens of them right now! Do it up!”
“Hahaha, a nice idea but I doubt that’ll be the answer to my problems.”
“But what’s it gonna hurt?”
“Yeah, fair point.” I look up at the sky. “I wish I never had to work or apartment hunt another day in my life!” I sit back. “How about you?”
“Heh, you know what I want.” He looks up and smirks. “I wish that a cute young kinky submissive girl with thick dark hair down past her knees, enormous tits, and wide hips who wants to be a stay-at-home mom would show up dressed for attention tomorrow, and offer herself to me.”
I laugh. “Nice one, Connor.”
“Hey if you’re gonna make a wish, you may as well make it everything you can, right?”
“Can’t argue there.” We toast, and by the end of the night we’re both about a dozen drinks in. I am glad that he has a guest room and we already made plans for me to use it.
I wake up the next morning not hungover, but also not feeling quite myself either. After taking a few minutes to stretch the sleep out of my muscles I sit up and realize just why I feel so off: I’m almost a foot shorter, I have tons of long black hair, a gigantic pair of tits, and nothing between my legs. It takes all of my mental fortitude to not scream or panic; instead I carefully slide out of bed and go to the mirror to confirm the fact that I am every bit the dream girl Connor described last night. I go looking for my overnight bag but all I find is a purse, which has a some makeup, my ID, and a remote-controlled vibrator in it. I check out the ID and it says my name is Hailey, I’m 19 years old, 5’4”, 135 lbs, and that I live... here?! Shit. I open the closet and I see plenty of things to wear, but calling them ‘clothes’ might be too generous. Tons of slutty costumes, all sorts of heels, and almost nothing that feasibly counts as underwear... I almost start to touch myself at the thought of putting any of these on and making his day. I shake my head to push that idea out of my mind, and my ass & boobs jiggling get me even more turned on! I grit my teeth and grab anything; my hand finds a skimpy white lace dress and I slip it on over my head, pulling the five feet of hair up and out so it can hang free. I pull it down to get the bottom to cover my crotch, and my nipples pop out of the top. After a minute of almost comedic attempts to cover both my top and bottom at once I give up on modesty, take a deep breath, and go out to give Connor a piece of my mind.
“Connor, you ass!” I squeak in a much higher voice than I had prepared to have.
He spins around and his eyes go wide. I glare, trying to look like a threat instead of a porn star.
“Look at what that wish of yours did to me!”
“Yes ma’am!” I can tell he’s undressing me with his eyes.
“Not like that!” I turn away. “I’m never gonna get a decent job looking like this...”
“Do you have a new name to go with your new figure, or should I keep calling y-”
“Hailey. I’m... my name is Hailey now.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Sh- shut up! This is all your fault, you know. What the hell am I gonna do now?”
All of a sudden I feel his arms around my waist. An excitement starts to well up in me that mentally I do not want at all, but physically I want more than anything else. His whispering in my ear only makes it worse. “I have an idea.”
“I already hate it.”
“Come on.”
“After your last ‘idea’?”
“Just hear me out, what’ll it hurt?”
“...fine, what’s your idea.”
“Let me take you on a date.”
I pull away. “No! I’m not gonna let you bend me over the couch and make me into the dirty little bondage whore of your dreams!”
“That was an oddly specific response.”
“Nyarg!” I storm back to my room, and as I turn the corner I notice his eyes are glued to my butt. I slam the door behind me and realize I caught a good look at his package through his pajama pants, turning that excitement I felt earlier into full blown lust. I need to get my mind off of him, and fast. I walk over to the vanity that is fully loaded with an assortment of beauty products, but also has my laptop on it. I pull the chair out, and I see two huge dildos stuck to it with suction cups. I try to sit without penetrating myself, but there’s just no real room for that. I try to pull them off, but they’re glued down really well. I look through the drawers to find something to cut them off with, but all I find are an incredible array of sex toys and lubricants; it’s like this whole room is just designed to get me as horny as possible. “Of course he would love that. I bet he would love to relieve that stress, he got sooo hard just looking at me...”
I bite my lip. I want to fight it. Block out all these urges, figure out a way to un-wish myself somehow. But surrounded by kinky costumes and dozens of sex toys, with the image of Connor’s huge cock stuck in my head... I have no way to focus on anything but sex. I grab a bottle of lube and coat both dildos, grinning a little as I work one in each hand. There’s no way I can mentally prepare myself for this, so I just lower myself onto them, guiding one up my ass and the other into my already dripping pussy. I let out a whimper as they go deeper and deeper, fighting the urge to call out even though it feels so good. I pull my boobs up out of my dress and start playing with them, rubbing what’s left of the lube all over my nipples as I bounce up & down on these toys. I let one hand go down and touch my clit; the sensation is so intense I almost faceplant into my keyboard. Eventually I have to pull myself off the chair and take a couple of the other toys in the drawers to my bed; that way I can moan into the pillows without restraint and properly enjoy myself. I give myself a dozen orgasms over the course of an hour or so, and I don’t even slow down when my thoughts drift over to Connor being the one plowing me, having him tie me down and fill me up...
I wake up again, tangled in my hair and sheets. The dildo and buttplug are still inside me, but at least I moved my hand out from under myself in my sleep. I look at the clock and it’s a little before noon. I slip the toys out of me as I get up, making a note to wash them off before putting them away. I lube up the dildos glued to the chair again so I can sit down, and it’s no less pleasurable the second time; if anything, it feels even better. I squirm around a bit to get comfortable and start looking through my social media to see what kind of girl I am now. After a lot of scrolling, my takeaway is that I was pretty popular with the guys because of my body but was actually a bit of a prude; lots of guys only dating me because they thought big tits = easy slut, and me being too insecure about being used to do anything but kiss. A lot of girls were jealous of me for having all the boys’ attentions, but the ones that weren’t became and remain good friends who are now mostly going to local universities. Since I didn’t graduate with any kind of honors or scholarships, I am now... hunting for a job. Great. My thoughts wander back to Connor again, and what specifically he wished for. “A stay-at-home mom... maybe I could...” I sigh. “I should at least give him a chance, I guess.” I go looking for some makeup tutorials and find that I am already subscribed to several. I follow one to do some basic eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, and lip gloss, then grab something else to wear; my white dress is a little too sticky with lube and sweat to be comfortable. I get excited for the opaque button-up I find, until I put it on and notice that all the buttons are gone. I debate tying it up and looking for a skirt, but decide to go for that “casually sexy” look instead. I’m still so stimulated down there that I forget to put on any sort of bottom before I go back to the living room.
“All right.” I take a deep breath. “I’ll give you a date.”
He lights up, but I cut him off before he says anything. “Just one! So... make it count. I’m still mad about this so you’re gonna have to... y’know... woo me, and stuff.”
He’s still beaming. “Of course, my dear. I’ll even drive you home if you like, no pressure.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s a thing we need to talk about. According to my ID, I live... here.”
“Oh! Well that’ll make getting you home quite easy, now won’t it?”
“That’s it? You’re okay with this?”
“Oddly enough, I don’t mind that my ideal woman is already living with me.” He gets up and puts his hands on my shoulders. I don’t fight him on it.
“Ideal? Just because I look like-”
“That’s still my best friend’s personality in this amazing body, sexuality notwithstanding, Right?”
“Yeah, I’m still me, but I’m... huh. Still straight, now that I think about it.”
“And if you’re giving me a date, I have to assume there’s mutual attraction of some kind, yes?” His hands slide down to my hips and he pulls me closer. I can feel his dick against me and I can’t decide if I want him to push me onto my knees or my back.
“I- um- well, I- a little, maybe...” He moves in for a kiss as I stammer. I pull away even though all I’m thinking about is him pinning me against the wall and taking me. He lets me go.
“Only maybe? Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
I can’t help staring at his crotch as I think “you’re plenty hard enough from the looks of it.” He turns me around.
“Go get into something you can wear outside, unless you want to be on full display for everyone to see. Which is fine by me if you do.” He gives me a pat on the butt and I have to resist the urge to bend over.
“I’m gonna get in a shower first, if that’s all right with you.”
“Sure, just don’t have any more fun in there without me!” He winks and I want to have a witty retort, but I’m too distracted by the realization that he heard me pleasuring myself earlier.
I see that I’ve already got some very feminine body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and rinse waiting for me in the shower. I have to turn the heat down a little; my skin is a lot more sensitive and having this much hair means a lot of hot water held against my back. I have to regain my balance as it gets wet, too; I didn’t expect this would be such an undertaking. I read the instructions on each of the bottles and start massaging shampoo into my hair in sections, then conditioner, then the rinse. By the time I’m done there’s just barely enough hot water left to wash the rest of my body. I need two towels just to wrap my hair up, and I hear Connor say “good thing I took a shower this morning” as I go back to my room, hoping to find a hair dryer and an outfit that is a little more respectable looking.
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