Megan Fox

Megan had had a long, hard day at work. The director she was working with was a mysongonist who claimed she didn't have 'half the acting chops of the men on set.' And sure, some of her roles (okay, MOST of her roles) in the past portrayed her as nothing more than a sex symbol, particularly her role in 'Jennifer's Body', but she hoped she would change that.

As she opened the door to her penthouse, she was greeted by a really hot man on her couch. She had no clue who this stranger was, but she felt the sudden urge to act really sexy for him.

"S-so, um," she blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?"

"Our house, dearest," the man said. "Our house."

"What?" Megan asked, now confused. "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

"Oh, but I know _all _about you," the stranger said. "You're Megan Denise Fox, you're 34 years old, your favorite color is green, you love shopping, reading, and playing video games, and, of course, you have three kids, despite that smokin' hot bod of yours saying otherwise."

"Thanks for the compliment, and-wait!" Megan said, John's influence over her slowly breaking. "My...kids..."

"Are perfectly safe and sound with your ex, Brian," said the man. "And believe me, they'll be much better off. You don't need them."

"I-I-I don't need them..." Megan said, her will breaking.

"You only need me."

"Only...you..."

"I'm your new husband, and you are my horny trophy wife."

"New husband...trophy...wife..."

As she said those words, an expensive-looking engagement ring formed on Megan's finger, and her brain began to welcome the foreign memories John was implanting. Yes, she'd only recently divorced her ex-husband, Brian, but she'd met John a few weeks later, and they were engaged and married a month later. She didn't need those three brats anymore. She had John now.

"Of course, honey," Megan said, smiling. "I love you."

She pounced on him, and they made out for a full half hour, not stopping to breathe as John made the last few changes nessecary. First, Megan had never become a successful actress...in regular cinema, anyway. She was now a world-renowned porn star, while her old career was now taken by someone else. Regardless, she still made plenty of money, despite now being a high school dropout. The house that they were in was now in John's name, while Megan's ex, Brian was now happily married to his new wife of ten years, who was also the mother to Megan's former children.

As they finally broke the kiss, John decided to grow his celebrity family by getting three daughters to fuck at any time.

"Let's not forget my daughters, your stepdaughters," he said.

"Oh, right," Megan giggled. "Who are-?"

John froze his new wife in time while he gathered his three intended daughters.

A/N: Please do leave comments on who his daughters should be. Preferablly, one actress, one singer, and one model. I promise to add to this storyline daily once comments are made, so your comments with suggestions are appreciated! Thanks!