Aware, but Constrained by a New Role

Emma didn't know what had happened. One second she was standing in front of an adoring crowd, giving an inspirational speech and taking control of herself and her career, and the next she was sitting on a couch in one of the most revealing yet loose-fitting outfits she had ever worn, looking at that same speech on a dingy television.

She blinked once, then again, harder, thinking this all must be a dream. Suddenly, she startled as a nearby man said, "Hey there Candi."

"Hey Otto, what do you want now? I can help you out with that boner if you want." Wow, that's hamfisted, Emma thought to herself. And Otto? Who the hell is that? Is he... paying me, to be his whore? What the fuck is happening to me?!

Try as she might, Emma couldn't voice her concerns as Otto sat next to her and ran his rough hands across her back. "Tell me, is anything odd happening to you right now?" he asked with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah," Emma began, folding into him as his arm snaked around her shoulders and his hand started to idly rub against her breast, "I-I'm an actress, not, not a whore, I don't know what's-"

Otto felt powerful as he placed his finger on Emma Watson- that's right, EMMA WATSON'S lips and said, "Shhhh, don't think about that, just kiss me, okay?"

Emma suddenly felt compelled to kiss this man she had barely met. She leaned into him and planted her luscious lips against his, then slid her hand up Otto's neck to the back of his head. Holding him there, she tilted her head and layered her lips with his, then kissed him like she would kiss her boyfriend.

She found her hand making its way to Otto's pants of its own accord, and couldn't stop herself from acting the part by reaching into his jeans and stroking his hard cock. As she massaged it, up and down, she felt her own pussy get slightly wet despite her own confusion about what the fuck was happening.

For his part, Otto was enjoying the moment. He knew more tests could come later, but for now he just wanted to feel his favorite wet dream of an actress kiss him and stroke his cock, and fuck him if her slender hand gripping at all the right times wasn't a thousand times better than Candi ever was.

Otto slid his left hand down and planted it firmly between Emma's ass and the couch, feeling her cheeks squish into his open palm. He moaned into her mouth, increasing the pace of his own kisses, and used his right hand to grope her breasts. Finding them to be relatively small, he instead briefly ran his hand along her stomach, then pushed her away from him.

They both panted heavily, but before Emma could do anything Otto said, "I think I've still got you for another hour, masturbate there for a second for me."

"Sure thing sir," Emma replied, her mind screaming at her to just run even as her hands threw off her shorts and panties in one motion. She plunged her finger into her pussy and moaned, then started to rub it and her clit in circular motions as she leaned back into the couch.

On the TV Emma could see a rubber thing wearing the dress she had been wearing walking to the seat Emma had been in with Margot. Anger and despair flowed through her for a brief moment, but a spike in pleasure brought her back to her current predicament and she moaned with a grimace.

Meanwhile, Otto stared out of his front window a room away, having changed the settings of the device to do a swap he wasn't sure would work. A, VERY pregnant lady walked by on the sidewalk, her huge tits bouncing with each step, and Otto could even see a slight dot of moisture near her nipples. Almost laughing, he selected her, then went back to Emma.

For a moment, he watched her masturbating, her face scrunched in pleasure and anguish. Then, he selected her and pressed the red button before quickly setting down the device.

Emma sat up straight, still playing with herself, but she could feel something odd happening. Suddenly, she saw the crop top she was wearing explode out as her breasts ballooned to be several times their original size. It tore down the middle, leaving her exposed, and Emma screamed in fear and pleasure as she climaxed, the **** of the orgasm pushing milk out of her new tits, leaving it running down to her ribs.

Looking down, Emma saw that her new tits reached almost to the bottom of her ribcage, and she could feel the wetness of the milk on her skin. As she touched her boobs, she winced in tender pleasure and saw more milk dribble out, her boobs shaking more than she knew was possible.

"How do you like them?" Otto asked, smiling.

"What the fuck," Emma responded, confused and angry. "Are, are you doing this somehow?"

"Maybe, not that it matters either way. Take my cock between your tits for now, I have some shit to think about and **** to plan."

Despite herself, Emma felt herself drawn to Otto, and knew that she needed to fulfill her role as a whore. "Of course," she responded, smiling sexily as she sashayed her naked and now entirely curvy body to Otto, who sat down in a chair in the middle of the room.

Emma got on her knees, her ass and giant tits jiggling, and almost fell over due to the change in her center of gravity. She focused since she knew that she had to do a good job to provide for her kid and got to work, placing Otto's raging erection in the center of her pregnant-lady tits.

Wait, kid??? she thought to herself, beginning to rub Otto's cock against her tits that were lubed by excessive milk production. She didn't know what was happening, but she was pretty sure she didn't have a kid, but also that she needed to make Otto happy to provide for one, huh.

She squeezed her tits together and pistoned them faster, earning herself an appreciative grunt from Otto, who seemed to be looking out at nothing in particular. Encouraged for some reason, Emma scrunched her cute face up in concentration and really worked Otto's cock, squeezing her tits together and rubbing faster at just the right times.

It felt weird to her that her tits were so huge, and she couldn't quite reconcile the milk with her body, let alone her supposed whore career when she knew she was a millionaire and award-winning actress.

Otto could tell she was struggling, and it just made every rub of her soft tits against his aching cock all the more arousing. Soon, he felt himself approach the edge. Staring into Emma's eyes, he grabbed her luscious hair and pushed her away, the locks in his grasp pulling at her scalp.

Emma yelped, her scalp momentarily on fire, but she quickly saw what was about to happen. She tried to use her hands to block what was coming, and was briefly excited to see she had finally succeeded, but then she could only watch in horror as her hands didn't stop before the tip of Otto's dick, but instead grasped the long member and started to pull on it back and forth.

She found herself saying, "C'mon, give it to me, paint your slut!" She wanted to die, to crawl into her bed and never get out, but instead she kept tugging on Otto's cock.

Finally, Otto growled, "Take it then bitch," and aimed at her face, then felt his cock erupt in pulse after pulse of excruciating pleasure. With each blast he coated Emma's face in more and more cum, leaving her hair, eyes, and mouth covered in the sticky goo.

Emma took it all, failing to move away. As she went to wipe off the cum from her face, Otto said, "Leave it there until the end of our session," then looked back out into space.

Emma's lip curled in disgust, but she found that she could at least stand up, and did just that. She started to walk to the back of the house, hoping to put on some of Otto's clothes and preserve a speck of modesty before figuring out what was happening.

Otto watched her walk, her ass bouncing enticingly with each step, and wished he was hard again. He sat, thinking about whether he should enact **** on his former school and the faculty or do some more experiments with Emma and the people around him, just to be safe, and to have some fun. He figured he had earned it.