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She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra with practiced ease - one hand, two seconds, the kind of muscle memory that came from doing it thousands of times. The blue lace fell away and her breasts spilled free, enormous and perfect, nipples already hard. She dropped the bra on the floor, then hooked her thumbs in her panties and shimmied them down thick thighs, over sculpted calves, kicking them aside with one black heel.

Tom's breath caught. She was naked except for the heels, and the sight of her was almost overwhelming. Same height - 5'4" - but maybe twenty or thirty pounds heavier, all of it distributed in exaggerated curves that looked almost unreal. Her skin was flawless dark brown, her body the kind that launched careers in adult entertainment.

Sarah crouched down low, leaning back against the half-wall that separated the living room from the hallway. She turned slightly, showing off the profile of her body - the massive overhang of her chest, the tiny waist, the absolutely ridiculous ass that jutted out behind her. She gave him that look, the one she'd perfected in hundreds of scenes, equal parts invitation and challenge.

Then she opened her legs and spread her labia with the fingers of her left hand, fully exposing herself to him without a trace of shyness.

Tom's jaw dropped. He'd fantasized about Sarah acting like this, being this uninhibited, but never actually thought he'd see it. The Sarah he knew was modest, private about her body, never this brazenly sexual.

Sarah smiled at his stunned expression and stood back up, her movements fluid and confident. She cupped her massive breasts, lifted them, then walked toward him with a rolling gait that made everything bounce and sway. She stopped right in front of him and held her tits up near his face, the weight and heat of them impossible to ignore.

"Like them, baby? My giant tits? 36E..." she teased, her voice dripping with pride and sex.

She released them and ran her hands down her body, gripping her hips and ass. "God, I'm thick. My body is fuckin' awesome!"

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Tom roused from his stupor, something niggling at the back of his mind. "Sarah? You do LOOK amazing. But you sound so different... and act like, well, somebody else."

She gave him a measured gaze, intelligence glinting behind the sultry exterior. "Well, sugar, what did you wish for?" The question was sly, knowing.

Tom tried to remember the exact wording. "I, uh, wished you were a porn star... with gigantic tits and ass," he admitted.

Sarah laughed, loud and uninhibited. "That's it then. You didn't wish me to look like a porn star. You MADE me a porn star! So I'm the version of me that could and would be one. More confident, more aggressive, more slutty." She shivered visibly, and her pupils dilated. "Fuck, just thinking about it makes me horny!"

Before Tom could process that, Sarah dropped to her knees in one smooth motion and yanked his jeans down, taking his boxers with them. His cock sprung free, already rock-hard from watching her transformation and display. He'd never been this hard in his life, his dick actually aching with need.