Perfection

When Barbara got back from the makeup department, James had to take a doubletake. For a moment he thought a new girl had arrived, a professional. The Brunette who’d placed a plate of eggs before him just an hour ago, was now fully and completely blonde. From her roots, to her tips, to her arm hair. Her skin was now a glorious golden tan, without any blemishes at all, and any cute home town freckles had been whipped from existence. Her lips were fuller now, pouty, and shiny with a lip gloss that made her look oh so kissable. Her waitress outfit was gone, replaced with a slick dress that went halfway to her knees.

“Wow.” Jim marveled. “You look…”

“...like a porn star.” Asmodeus finished.

Barbara blushed and somewhat grimaced. “You don’t think anyone will recognize me?”

“I don’t recognize you!” Jim whooped. “Come on, let’s get you in front of the camera and get you warmed up.

The blonde gulped, and followed his direction. Standing awkwardly on her mark. Besides the supernatural makeover none of this was new to Jim. He’d introduced dozens of women to the world of porn and sex work, so he knew just how to talk a girl through her first shoot.

Before long Barbara was pouting, and posing for the camera. As the images went on it became ever more apparent that her dress was not long for this world. She slipped it off of her shoulder, and hiked up her skirt teasingly and before long it was on the ground. “That’s good baby, beautiful. Now start caressing yourself, just enjoy your body for a bit, and then when you’re ready I’m going to want you to touch yourself.”

Barbara nodded nervously, and posed on the couch. She rubbed her long tan limbs around for a good while before she finally built up the nerve to touch her pussy for the camera. Her movements were awkward and jerky, the video wasn’t going to be good for anything, but Jim could salvage the pictures. It was so bizarre to see this porn star body, piloted by such an shy armature.

“Don’t worry about the cameras Barbara, don’t preform. Just show us how you normally masturbate.”

Asmodeus suddenly jumped to his feet, animated by a fun thought. “Ignore what James just said, you should be focused on nothing but the camera.”

“What are you doing?” Jim asked, feeling very protective of his territory.

Asmodeus didn’t let up on his smile. “Corrupting her, you’ll see.”

From the couch, bathed in lights Barbara tiled her head. “Focus on the camera?”

“That’s right. Through the camera you connect with your audience. On the other side there are hundreds of horny men, delighting themselves to seeing your depraved acts.”

“Ohh.” Barbara let out a soft moan, and made little circles around her clit.

“Can’t you feel their excitement as they take you in? They’re devouring you with their eyes, and the only way you can keep them satisfied is by giving them more.” Barbara moaned some more, and actually started to masturbate. “How are you going to give them more Barbara? How are you going to keep those lust filled eyes you crave always looking at you.”

Barbara bit her lip, and tossed her head back. “Hey jim.” She sighed. “Do you have a dildo I can use?” The way she said it… Jim didn’t think she was actually hearing what Asmodeus was telling her. She was just soaking it in.

“Yeah sure.” Jim came in with an absolute arsenal of personal pleasure devices, she chose the most modest among them and begin to play with herself for the camera once more.

“Baby steps.” Asmodeus whispered, and admired some of the more **** devices Jim had stashed away.

Regardless of how modest Barbra’s new pink vibrator was, she was using it like a champ. Pistoning it in and out of her pussy with a good energy. She was moaning for the camera now, making eye contact, and in general seemed to be taking great pleasure in the shoot. A total transformation from when filming had begun.

All of this was topped off when she reached climax right on camera. Her body shook and convulsed all under the prying eye of Jim’s camera which caught every detail. Her glistening pussy lips, the shaking, and vibrating muscles. Even the way her tits grew even larger as she writhed about.

“Very nice.” Jim cheered, ending the recording. That orgasm must have taken it out of her, because Barbara was just laying on the couch now, moaning, and breathing like a horse.”We all suffer for our art Barbara.”

She giggled at that. “This was fun.”

“Glad you thought so, check's in the mail. We always have more work if you want.”

She shook her head. “Too tired.”

Jim smiled. “Not right now you slut. Another time. I got two more girls to shoot. So you better get off that couch.”

“Too tired.” She pouted and raised her arms up.

Jim sighed and sauntered over to her. “Will a chair be alright?”

“Mhm.” She nodded meekly, and let Jim lift her up and carry her over to a nearby chair, which he filled with her. She was loose and boneless as a noodle, except for the deathlock she kept on the vibrator. She had no complaints about Jim touching her naked body, and felt so comfortable in the nude that she fell asleep as soon as she was in the chair.

Both Asmodeus and Jim looked down at her as she slept, like two artists looking proudly upon their work. When they found Barbara she was a cute little waitress, and now she was the ideal porn star, perfect skin, hair, and tits all begging to be covered in cum and filmed. Asmodeus gripped one of her tits as he looked up at Jim with a smile. “A star is born.”