Celestial Casting: Binita Khatri

Today was supposed to be Binita Khatri's big break. Two nights ago, she'd flown all the way from Mumbai where she'd been living a fairly comfortable life as both a personal trainer and minor Bollywood celebrity to try and make it big in America instead - even paid for a dialogue coach to nail that American South dialect the script was written in - all because it sounded like such a dream part, absolutely perfect for her.

As a big, muscular woman, Binita was continually typecast as a sneering rival, evil muscle or eye candy in Bollywood - but *this* was a role with some real power and range to it. Ideally, a breakthrough role before the ravages of time inevitably closed the small doors currently open to her by both her fanatical fitness habits and natural beauty. She figured the worst thing that could happen was she'd just enjoy a vacation in Los Angeles before going back to and trying to gain more than a mediocre level of fame in her home country of India.

How wrong she'd been.

Binita Khatri's day had taken quite a surreal, horrible turn in just a few minutes. First, she'd been threatened with a knife and now, somehow, she was now being compelled to obey the commands of that horrible old woman behind the desk, along with the short girl that had also voiced her complaints about that terrifying Amazon who'd cut in line. Speaking of complaints - as she raced past all the other girls and tried to yell, she noted that she still couldn't even call out for help since that would be "complaining," it seemed.

Luckily, Binita was smarter than people gave her credit for and had picked up on how none of this had started happening until the old shrew had spoke her question into that app - The Really Magic 8-Ball. And so, once she realized she couldn't even text for assistance as she sat and stewed in silence, she had immediately started searching for and downloading said app on her own phone . . . right until that horrible secretary had called them over and given them new, soon to be extremely humiliating commands.

She saw the app finish installing in her hands and tapped at it furiously as she and the other girl - Taylor, wasn't it? - finished their run down the hall into the ladies room, hurriedly brushing past introductory pop-ups as she did so.

"Omigod, what the fuck is happening?" the other girl screeched in what must simply be a question rather than a complaint as the door closed and she began shrugging out of her distressed top. "Why are we having to do whatever that old bitch tells us?"

"I know it sounds insane but I think it must be this Magic 8-Ball app!" she said waiving her phone at the other woman even as she leaned against the sink and began pulling off one of her cowboy boots. "Hold on, I'm going to try and use it to stop this! Do we have to do whatever the old woman tells us?"

A permissions error popup flashed.

"Sorry! The results of the answers "Yes, now and always" and "No, and it never will be." can only be undone if you share this app with 5 users or more!" it read with a cheerful 8 ball mascot's face. "Please share this app with friends! Now, please, try another question!"

She swore at it in Hindi, or tried to rather, but found she couldn't complain. Literally.

"It says we can't counteract what she just said!" she announced blandly but loudly to her companion as she slid out of her tight, second cowboy boot and saw the other girl kicking off her red heels, grateful she could at least get out facts. "Quick, think of something else!"

"Uh, nobody will notice us or care about what we're gonna do!" the other girl squeaked as she reached down below her small muffin top and slid a studded silver belt out of her tiny jean shorts.

To her fury, yet another damned pop-up flew up!

"Warning: The Really Magic 8-Ball works best with questions by the user, did you want to enable statements? Using statements may cause unintended-"

Binita didn't even bother to finish reading it before jabbing "Yes" with one finger before she found herself having to put down her phone against the sink counter to start pulling off her own tight top, keeping the screen showing by leaning it against a mirror.

"What's happening? Why isn't it working?" the other girl yelped as she began unbuttoning her Daisy Dukes. Binita looked over and let out a growl of frustration once her top was over her head and off as she saw yet another damned pop-up!

"Warning: Do you want to add/allow third party user, Taylor McEdwards? Third party app usage-"

"Yes, you f-!" she tried yelling at it, then heard herself correct herself to "finely made piece of technology, thank you." with a bland smile and mild tone instead, jabbing the button as she put her top down and hurriedly unhooked her bra.

"Work already!" she added through grit teeth, which thankfully didn't seem to be a complaint, more of a command.

"Quite the opposite." the app finally announced in response to Taylor's statement of "Nobody will notice us or care about what we're gonna do!", making both girls groan as they continued to undress.

"Oh, fuck, we're really gonna have to go out there and act like silly strippers in front of everyone?" Taylor whimpered as she slid off her shorts to her feet and kicked them off, leaving her in just a lacy blue thong, while Binita got her bra off and put it on the sink.

"It is decidedly so." announced the app.

Binita's instinctive need to snap at it "Nobody asked you!" was automatically reduced to a mild "Oh, it's responding to everything we say." even as she slid out of her denim miniskirt, revealing sensible boy shorts-cut black underwear that just fit under the short denim miniskirt she'd been wearing seconds ago.

The other girl glanced agog at Binita's phone, even as she got her shorts down to her ankels and kicked them off her feet, then started slipping a lacy blue thong from around her wide hips and down her short legs, revealing a neatly shaved pussy. With a start and a grimace, Binita realized they were damn near out of time.

"Will anyone who sees us recognize us?" she managed to spit out hurriedly in a **** attempt to both protect her existing career and their dignities as she slid down her own underwear past her long, toned legs and put it on the sink counter with the rest of her clothes, all nestled in front of her phone.

"Not a chance." the app responded as a now unclothed Taylor leaned over the sink to hurriedly take off her earrings.

Close to the mirror as she was, Taylor had the best view of what happened next as impossibly, the appearance of both women shifted and transformed in an instant.

"What the fuck did it do?" Taylor tried to yelp confusedly as she looked at a reflection of a beautiful Indian girl with startled brown eyes and a completely different build and face than her old self . . . but that felt too much like complaining and so her objection changed, her mouth merely letting out a small "Whoa, interesting." instead in a calm murmur at the mirror.

Whereas she'd been a short, pale and busty figure (with more than a hint of letting herself go in Binita's professional opinion) seconds ago, this new version of her was incredibly tall and leggy. The formerly mildly pretty white girl now had light but impeccable muscle tone and flawless caramel colored skin. Her small but perky nectarine sized breasts with dark nipples rose above a flat stomach rose and fell as she breathed in a gasp, with one hand reaching around slim hips and going to lightly touch her new high and tight small ass, then tracing her long legs with slim fingers that ended in a glossy french manicure, looking backwards for just a moment before looking back at herself in the mirror in awe.

Overall, the new Taylor had the delicate willowy, beauty of a fashion runway model who took very good care of herself. The beautiful reflection reached up to touch a smartly cut bob that was dyed a vibrant and eye-catching shade of shimmering teal - one that framed a gorgeous, albeit confused and frightened, face. Said face was also that of a fashion model's - all delicately trimmed arched eyebrows, high cheekbones, thin lips and bedroom eyes with a small but prominent chin, the make-up light but flawless (save for eyeshadow and lipstick that both matched her unnaturally bright teal hair). Taylor was now the sort of girl who would clean up in Bollywood, a part of Binita registered in the back of her mind - far more conventionally pretty than herself, albeit with the same problem she'd run into occasionally of being too tall (5' 10" at least, if Binita had to guess).

"Is this really hap- OMIGOD!" Taylor began before turning at the Binita and yelling, who had herself been too busy looking up at Taylor (wait, how tall was the other girl now?) to register her own changes.

Binita turned to look at herself in the mirror and her jaw dropped.

Or rather, a short, plump blonde white girl's jaw dropped, a pair of aggressively pouty lips covered in a glossy pink lipstick falling wide open. A long pair of fake pink lashes fluttered as a pair of big blue eyes went wide and blinked repeatedly with shock in a round, cute face that was covered in trashy, glittery make-up. The hand that reached up to touch it ended in long, neon pink press-on nails that were practically talons. They stopped, brushing back a long waterfall of platinum blonde tresses behind one of her ears instead, the hair color standing out against a shade of tan that implied a lot of time in either the California sun or a tanning bed. As Binita brushed back her hair she felt it against her breasts and looked down, then gaped at herself, staggering backwards a bit in shock.

"Oh. My breasts have changed." she heard herself say as she stared down at a pair of wide, fat boobs - as if she were idly discussing the weather instead of what she wanted to do, which was scream bloody ****. She'd paid a lot of money to a discreet surgeon back in Mumbai for an absolutely perfect set of C-cups - not too big, not too small, perfectly perky. These things had to be at least DDs, each roughly the size of cantaloupes with wide, pink aureoles and thick pink nipples, coming to rest without a bra against a small but noticeable pooch of a stomach beneath them. She reached up and squeezed and hefted them experimentally, noticing the silver lining that they at least felt natural but also that her arms felt a bit heavier. She sucked in a breath at the unfamiliar, unwanted sensations. The blonde girl in the mirror wasn't ugly or obese - she knew many men liked the whole trashy "thicc" look she now sported - but she'd prided herself on being strong and now all of her hard earned muscle seemed to have vanished beneath a layer of fat, not to mention her height.

"If you think that's bad, you should see your ass!" Taylor responded in an awed tone before the app could chime in. "It is decidedly so." the app responded to that statement but neither of them were paying attention.

She turned around to look at herself and let out a gasp of shock at her now much larger butt. Her old ass had gotten no complaints but this one was bigger and more shapely, especially for a compact blonde girl - two soft, large and perfectly round cheeks that stood out from even a wide set of hips and thick thighs to draw the eye.

"Huh." she said mildly, wanting to let out a bloodcurdling shriek of dismay but only able to add a placid "Yeah, it's big." instead.

"Big" was-

"Yes, absolutely." the app responded.

-suddenly an understatement! She now had a huge, round and jiggly ass like one of those damn Kardashians. Turning around to look at herself in the mirror, first in profile and then from behind, Binita could tell her gigantic new ass was the sort of thing that would elicit stares and comments on the street, like two pairs of Christmas hams on a platter. On her tiny frame (5' 4"? 5' 2"? she wondered distantly) they drew the eye even more than they would if she'd still been tall and muscular.

This was a nightmare, she thought and tried to glare at her phone - but since she was thinking about how bad it was, her eyes immediately snapped back to staring at her new ass instead. Even on her new "thicc" frame, it was comically huge. She rubbed it with both of her hands, one palm sinking into each wide cheek, unable to tear her eyes away as she fumed inwardly.

Binita wanted to shout "I don't want to be some fat-assed white bimbo slut! Stop making things worse, you bloody app!" . . . but what came out of her mouth instead was a mildly approving set of blase statements.

"I look very differently. The app certainly did it's job, certainly nobody who knows us will recognize us when we go out there. We should probably turn it off now."

With those words, both women suddenly remembered the rest of Angelica's instructions, their shock forgotten. Now that they were each now completely nude, Binita found herself starting to head out the door, unable to grab the phone.

"Quick, grab the phone!" Binita cried out over her shoulder as she let go of her ass, then opened the door to the restroom and hurried out completely naked, her new form jiggling like mad all over as she ran. Of course, now that she was outside the restroom, she suddenly knew she had to act like a silly stripper - yet another of the day's indignities thanks to this damned app. She plastered on an airheaded smile but also let out a sigh of relief as she saw the transformed Taylor snatch it at the last minute just before they both exited the restroom in the nude and began trying to saunter in a ridiculously slutty fashion as quickly as possible down the hall. The self-consciously absurd strutting at least slowed down their return trip.

"What should I do?" the other woman yelped, even as she slapped an equally vacuous grin on her face.

"Either turn it off or say something else to help us, anything!" Binita yelled as they quickly minced and vogued down the hallway, now just feet from the glass door to the lobby full of people where they'd been waiting to audition.

"Oh, hey, I got an error. Looks like "questions cannot be hypothetical or open-ended-" she replied in that increasingly familiar blandly neutral tone that meant that the other girl was pissed.

"It's fine, just close the pop-up." Binita interrupted hastily, but in an equally mild tone, attempting to use some foul language for emphasis and utterly failing.

"OK! Now wha-"

But it was too late. Binita had opened the door to the lobby.

They'd arrived.

The second they crossed the threshold of the lobby, every set of eyes in the room immediately snapped up to stare at them as if hypnotized. There was a rustle of activity as everyone in the room also eagerly took out their phones to take cameras and videos, acting is if whatever actions the two girls were about to take were vitally important.

All of which made it even more mortifying and troublesome when Taylor dropped Binita's phone to the floor so she could pinch both of her small, dark nipples instead and started skipping around the room naked singing "Look at me, I'm Tits McGee!"

Binita had only a microsecond to realize how fucked they were and glance at the dropped phone - her "The Really Magic 8-Ball" app still open and with statements enabled for both of them - before she herself began skipping around in the nude as well and smacking her new, pillowy ass while singing "I'm Big Kiki the slut, I need cocks up my butt!"

Their singing, alongside the deafening chorus of the crowd's laughter, disgusted comments and the sounds of shutters clicking drowned out all of the app's responses, but Binita could both see and feel them.

The other girl's perky, tiny bust suddenly swelled out from the size of nectarines to grapefruits and shifted to be flush against her collarbone, jiggling in an eyecatching fashion. They were the textbook definition of perky tits, much like her own set used to be. The wincing pain in her eyes as she pinched her nipples changed to an expression mixed with pleasure as she seemed to arch her back for the camera.

"Whoa, what's going on with her boobs?" someone gasped. "How is she doing that?"

Binita only had an instant to wonder what was store for her - vaguely wishing she could use her one arm to cover her new larger bust as she skipped around and jiggled wildly, instead of acting like a silly stripper - when the app responded.

Binita had always honestly thought of herself somewhere on the ace/aro spectrum. Sex simply seemed a messy inconvenience and the few times she had tried it, she found the experience both awkward and unsatisfying, even masturbation. It was part of why she got so muscular and intimidating and never did anything to her bushy eyebrows, all to put off pushy men. All of her well-meaning friends always told her she just needed to find someone who knew what they were doing but really, it was a relief to never have to be distracted from achieving her career goals and ambitions.

Of course, she thought, her ass tingling pleasurably as she gave it another smack and moaned, she wasn't Binita anymore! She was Big Kiki the slut and she needed cocks up her butt! Maybe that was why she'd never cum, Kiki realized, feeling as foolish as she was acting. She'd never tried having a nice thick dick up her slutty ass before! She needed to try out a LOT of them, she realized with a giggle, find out which ones felt best, for sure! Fuck, that sounded so hot, so right! She moaned at the feeling of giving herself another hard spanking- fuck, was her giant ass now an erogenous zone? It sure felt like one!

"Look at me, I'm Tits McGee!" sang Taylor, her voice thready with pain.

"I'm Big Kiki the slut, I need cocks up my butt!" Binita practically moaned.

Fuck yeah, she did, she thought with another moan - not caring about the cameras taking videos and pictures, looking around the room desperately for someone with a cock. God she needed so many cocks up that stupid, sexy, huge ass of hers-

Suddenly, all such thoughts and desires vanished and Binita came back to herself again, blushing and inwardly furious.

Looking around the room for her phone, she saw Taylor's- no, her name was Tits McGee, where the hell had Taylor come from? - breasts swell out to the size and shape of twin watermelons, exactly the sort of obvious, attention grabbing monstrosities anyone who'd call themselves "Tits McGee" and skip around in public while begging to be looked at would sport. The fingers pinching the girl's thick dark nipples were the only things that kept them from quaking all around and smacking her in the face as she skipped and sang her stupidly obvious song and, from the look in her heavily lidded eyes, she was clearly getting off on it at least a little bit, the useless cow.

Now clearheaded, the throbbing need gone, Binita realized that her top-heavy companion had lucked out - the app wasn't currently doing anything to Tits - but it was obviously messing with her and still would for so long as it was open. She had to stop it and fast! She looked and saw it on the floor near where they'd come in and tried to skip towards it as fast she could on her now shorter legs. She still had one hand free that wasn't slapping her giant damn ass, she could maybe grab it-

She brought down a hand on her ass, spanking herself hard and cried out yet again as she skipped and jiggled in the direction of her dropped phone, and nearly lost her balance. This ridiculous new body swayed all over the damn place!

"Look at me, I'm Tits McGee!" the other girl sang, even as she trilled her own third chorus of "I'm Big Kiki the slut, I need cocks up my butt!" at the same time.

With a **** hiss and a eager scoop of her new hands and their stupid huge pink fingernails, she reached down and grabbed at her phone as she skipped past the door. The new nails made her fumble and she only caught it by the corner, covering it by the speaker and missing what it said to Tits. She juggled it one handed into a better and more firm grasp. Now she just had to-

"No, but something similar." the app announced.

Turn off the damned app, make this insanity stop and *then* finally try getting some big cocks in her ass, if she could only break free of the horrible old woman's commands first, she thought with a frown. She tried to navigate the screen with one hand, those stupid nails getting in the way and all the skipping and slapping her ass not helping. At least there as a silver lining to all this.

Obviously, she had a lot of problems to deal with first but Binita had to admit she'd just been handed a golden ticket today, even if it wasn't the one she'd hoped for. Dildos had never satisfied her but, suddenly, Binita just knew thanks to this transformation that rough anal sex with a well-hung man would give her her first proper orgasm. Sex had never interested her before but now she couldn't stop thinking how easy and right it would be to explore what it would be like to take massive cocks up her magical butt without shame in this voluptuous new body. All it would take is a walk outside - if she was stuck acting like a silly stripper, then any one of a thousand eager American men who liked such things would volunteer to really give it to this ridiculously huge new ass of hers, it'd be so damn easy (she could even consider it method acting) - but first things first. She shook her head to clear it. God only knows how much further this thing would fuck up their lives if she left it open even another second!

With a little hiss of triumph and a stab at her phone, she was able to finally close the damn app, glancing over at the other girl to see how she was doing, even as she kept skipping around in the nude and spanking herself.

Thankfully, Tits- no, that wasn't right, she thought, the girl's name was Tatiana "Tatas" McGee, she remembered - was seemingly fine now too . . . except for a tiny bit of pain mixed in with her obvious pleasure as she held tight to her long dark nipples at the end of her obviously fake gigantic boobs. God, they were even more ridiculous on that willowy frame of hers. Everywhere she looked, cameras were pointed at the two of them, flashing and livestreaming as the crowd of would-be starlets laughed, jeered and gasped at their impromptu show. She blushed, utterly humiliated and unable to hide it despite her commitment to the "slutty stripper" role, but continued to skip and spank herself. She just hoped she wouldn't spank herself to an impromptu orgasm in front of all these people, much less on a live stream-

"I'm-", "Look-" both girls began for the fourth time when a raspy old voice cut in.

"OK, OK, that's enough! Stop it! Shut up!" the old secretary shouted loudly and both of them stopped skipping and singing, nearly skidding to a stop in their haste. Tatas gasped as she was finally able to let go of her nipples.

"I hope you both had your fun, ladies, because playtime's over! Security's coming and you're not going to cause them any trouble, understand? You're gonna do exactly what they say until I find your clothes and throw both them and you out!"

They each nodded meekly, once again unable to speak due to the old woman's commands. Of course, even if they could speak, they now had two other issues - an inability to complain and the compulsion to act like silly strippers. As a result, both of them just stood there with big dumb grins plastered on their faces as if they were dimwitted exotic dancers who'd just gotten everything they'd ever wanted - going viral by dancing around naked and singing stupid songs.

The old woman looked like she wanted to add something, frowning and confused, but glanced at the cameras first and instead leaned in and whispered angrily at them.

"Where did the other two- never mind, quick, write down your names and contact info! Don't leave or let anyone let you leave before you see me again." she hissed, with a glance at a pen on the desk.

The two women quickly wrote down their information on a nearby call sheet, finishing just as a pair of burly guys in cop-like uniforms came running through a different set of doors, one holding a set of zip ties and the other a taser. The two men then blinked in shock at the two naked women at the desk who, even in Los Angeles, likely had some of the most improbable and impressive measurements they'd ever seen. They stared openly and Binita distantly realized she'd likely have to get used to that level of flat-out gawking.

"Uh. You- you said there was . . . trouble?" one of them finally got out with a look at Angelica after gaping for a few moments at the blonde and brunette.

"Yeah, Tits and Ass here decided to use our cattle call to go streaking." the old woman rasped. "It's okay, I think they'll come quietly now - or maybe loudly from the look of these two sluts." she added with a snort, then gestured at them and the guards, some of the crowd of women snickering.

Binita took the hint and saw Tatas do likewise, turning to offer their wrists meekly to the men, still grinning stupidly without trying to cover up a single inch of their bodies even though the first set of commands had ended. Playing the part of a silly stripper meant not having any issues showing off for strangers, after all, and despite all the app's changes, Binita considered herself a serious actress.

"Take 'em away, Frank, somewhere out of sight for now. We'll figure out what to do with 'em later." the dreadful old secretary added with a wave of her hand.

"Ma'am, uh, Ma'am. You are both coming with us." the older of the two, a broad shouldered white guy with a salt and pepper flattop and a bushy mustache said in a stiffly professional tone as he slid a white plastic zip tie loosely around Tatiana's outstretched wrists in front of her navel, very cognizant of all the cameras.

Meanwhile, the younger one, a compact, muscular black guy with a tight fade, motioned for her to turn around to bind her wrists as well, this time behind her back . . . but then let out a breathy "Goddamn" under his breath at her huge ass nearly rubbing into his groin with the motion before then looking around and realizing his mistake. He straightened up, cleared his throat and backed up, saying "No, no, I said "No, ma'am!" I mean, uh- never mind, just turn around, front is fine." more loudly for the cameras and did the same to her, the plastic barely tight enough to keep her wrists bound below her navel in front of her.

All of which wasn't ideal, of course, but then-

Binita wanted to scream as the guard casually took her phone from her bound hands and slid it in his pocket before motioning at them to follow them, the two men flanking them. Sadly, all she could do was grin and swing her hips seductively as the security guards led them out of the room, still completely naked. Binita managed to turn her head and give the old secretary one last glance over her shoulder to plead for mercy with her eyes but it came across like she was flashing her pearly whites to everyone else in the room in a cheery, dumb "What can you do?" smile . . . and with all eyes on her retreating form, nobody noticed the old woman's triumphant sneer.