I am a pornstar

Morgana's eyes darted hastily across the note, her sour expression dropped even further as she looked up with pure disappointment. "Are you fucking kidding me!? If I knew this job was some weirdo fucking porno shit i'd have shown up with my stash of sex toys but I bet you limp dicked socially awkward fucking nerds don't even have the balls to ask that of us huh?! Is that it?" She snapped at the researchers. The head researcher leaned in towards the mic, not paying any attention to her outburst. "Just read the note out loud please. That is all we ask. It's an easy 500 dollars."

Morgana sighed. There was no way she was going to sink this low. She could just ask some friends to crash at their place or go somewhere else...its at least what she would have done did she not feel this strange itch in her throat. Something didn't quite feel right. There was this inexplicable urge to do something, something she didn't want to do. She started feeling really anxious as a strange sense of dread slowly settled in. What the hell was going on. She took another look at the note. Perhaps she should simply say it out loud. Just a simple line and this would all be over. The idea grew more enticing by the second as the goth girl was slowly being convinced that the awful feeling would vanish as soon as she did. "If you fucks are recording this to sell it to some weird shit...I will sue you..." She sighed and nonchalantly said the words out loud. "I am a pornstar." As soon as she said it she laughed at the absurdity of the whole thing. What a fucking joke. Why was she, Morgie fux, made to read such an obvious statement. It was ridiculous...then again it kind of beats having to do an anal shoot. In fact these five hundred bucks were probably some of the easiest ones she had made. "Happy now you horny wimps?"

Her attitude didn't seem to have changed much but her appearance was morphing right in front of the researchers. The goth girl was quite well endowed before but her breasts ballooned outwards as if she had just gotten a boobjob or two. Her hair grew longer and more silky as well as her nails gaining a lovely manicure. The girls makeup got a bit of a touch-up too, still black all around but generally being more glossy and shiny as her luscious plump lips looked ready to wrap themselves around a nice hard cock. Her clothing changed to match her new profession as her t-shirt lost it's thickness, becoming fully transparent as if it had been drenched in water. She wore no bra underneath, meaning anyone could see her nipples through the sorry excuse of a t-shirt. Her leggings morphed into some fishnet stockings, allowing for even more of her pale white skin to show through the gaps in the stockings. Underneath she had only a pair of thongs that carved their way up her butt, showcasing her rump enticingly and barely covering her pussy. It seems like her ass had gained a little weight too. It was nice and plump and begged to be groped and played with. It had a satisfying jiggle to it that was to die for.

Morgana was of course unaware of any of these changes as she put the note back down on the table. "Well...are we done here? I have a shoot I need to get to and i'd rather not be late because that bitch of a producer doesn't allow a girl to be late by even a minute."