a porn star

Tom smirked as he settled on something that would definitely surprise Sarah. "I wish Sarah was a porn star with gigantic tits and ass," he paused a few seconds, considering, then quickly added "and that she was still my wife."

Being married to a porn star will be very interesting, he thought, turning to look at Sarah. His jaw dropped in amazement at the change. She looked nothing like her former self now.

Sarah met Tom's gaze with a stunned expression.

Sarah looked down at her own chest, hands instinctively cupping the outrageous curves she'd never possessed before. The blue lace bra was straining to contain breasts that defied physics, massive and heavy in her palms. Her fingers traced the deep valley of cleavage, then slid down to her stomach - still flat and toned despite the added weight - before gripping the generous swell of her hips.

"WHAT.THE.FUCK!" The words exploded from her, loud and raw in a way Sarah never usually spoke. "What the hell did you do to me?"

Tom's smirk widened into a full grin, satisfaction and barely-contained lust warring on his face. "What do you think I did?"