Porn Princess

byAndi_Lembke©

They say if you are going on a journey of revenge, to dig 2 graves, one for your enemy and one for yourself. I thought I understood the meaning of that saying, but never so much as right now.

My name is Dan, and at the age of 21, I had been working for nearly 2 years as a production manager for a prominent porn house in Chatsworth California, not a glamourous job by any means, mostly just scheduling, filing paperwork, and making phone calls. My boss, Patrick was a powerful Producer and Director in the biz, and was also a complete scumbag. There's nothing he wouldn't do to advance his career. No one he wouldn't crush along the way. He was verbally abusive, as well as cruel and manipulative, even going so far as playing elaborate, and cruel practical jokes on both male and female interns. I think he targeted me more than others because of my size. I'm only 5' 7", thin, and I've alway liked my light brown hair long, which led to Patrick often calling me, sweetie, or cupcake, asking me whether I preferred white or black cock, and if I could tell the difference just by the taste. I tolerated his abuses because, despite not being paid that well, I did get paid to spend all day looking at hot women. But as a guy, my torment was nothing compared to what he put the girls in the office through, not to mention the sadistic and belittling way he talked to the actresses on set.

He was old-school when it came to the casting couch. Not one girl was allowed to work for our company, or be in one of our films without auditioning for him. He wouldn't put a girl in front of the camera that he hadn't personally nailed.

I had overseen production and accounting on close to 40 films during my time under Patrick, and I began to suspect that he was not only ripping off his partners in the production company, but ripping off the models he was hiring from all the agencies, both were black-ball worthy offenses. But, I kept it under wraps because I had a big raise coming to me that would allow me to stop living hand to mouth, and reduce my stress greatly. I worked my ass of for Patrick to ensure that I got that raise. So when he laughingly refused to give it to me, I was furious, and decided to inform Frank and Tommy, his partners, that Patrick was stealing from them. I went to the them, told them what I knew, and suggested they audit our department. They did, and found that he'd been fleecing them to the tune of about 4 million dollars over the past 5 years. The sum he had recently paid for his Beverly Hills mansion.

Needless to say, they were outraged. They filed an injunction to seize his assets, and they informed everyone in the Industry of Patrick's shady activities, pretty much guaranteeing that no one in the legit biz would hire him again. After he served his time, he'd have no option to resume his career - forcing him to resort to fringe fetish films, like clowns, and midgets, etc, which don't have a wide audience. His revenue stream would be drastically reduced. He would lose his house, all his money, and without any power, none of the pussy he was accustomed to getting would come near him. As security escorted him out of the building, I was feeling pretty proud of myself, so as he was leaving I smiled sweetly and said,

"Good luck getting your life back, asshole."

He shot me a nasty look, as they dragged him out.

"I'll get you for this, you little bitch!"

I just smiled and waved goodbye. He was no longer a threat to me.

Before Patrick could stand trial for embezzlement, he disappeared - probably got into trouble with his debtors, and they 'took care of the problem'. Frank and Tommy promoted me to Patrick's old job. It took me quite a few months to settle in. Doing what Patrick did was actually harder than it looked. One thing that worked in my favor, was that the talent liked having a younger person in charge, instead of Patrick who had been in his 40's, and preyed on his young starlets. And I wasn't the tall, intimidating figure that Patrick was. It put the girls more at ease around me. And I didn't have Patrick's strict audition rule, although it didn't stop many of them offering to audition anyway, and who was I to refuse? Despite the fact that I was working even longer hours than I ever had before, the job did have quite a number of fringe benefits. One of which was access to porn stars like I'd never had before. Nearly every night there was another party somewhere in Hollywood that I was invited to, and it was always wall to wall talent, and every night I went home with sometimes 2 or 3 girls, who we either in the biz, or trying to rise up and work for one of the 'Big 5' studios. I really thought having access to this kind of quality pussy would help me sort of figure out my sexuality, and sort of find myself, but it didn't.

I was always awkward around women, I was always struck instantly by two feelings, first I wanted to fuck the shit out them, and then second, I wished I looked like them. Now, I had been dressing in private, ever since I was 9, and tried on my older sister's Bikini for the first time, and got the biggest hard on, ever. It continued throughout my teens. I would go through the bags of stuff she would want to give away to the thrift store, and pull out all the sexy stuff, and play dress up when no one was looking. When I got my own place I branched out, with some silicon breast inserts, and dressing up, curling my hair, learning to do make-up, walking around in high heels pretending to be a girl. But I never had the courage to do it in public, or come out to anyone. So I just played it straight. I had numerous bouts of self loathing, where I purged and threw everything out, but it never stuck. So, every night when I got home, after being with these beautiful girls, I would dress up, curl my hair, do my make-up, and fantasize about the sex we had, and what it would be like to switch places. I would then fuck myself with a small dildo, which was all my ass could handle.

Almost a year after I became head of production. The 'Big 5' threw their annual recruiting party. Where young aspiring actress could parade their wares, and hope to attract one of us to sign them to an exclusive contract. I was of course obligated to attend. I walked in, grabbed my usual seat at the bar, and began to scan the room. I couldn't help but notice a tall, maybe 5'10" (over 6ft in those heels), thin, drop-dead gorgeous Goddess named Riley Star, she was a stunning blonde, hard body, huge tits, sexy lips, and the most alluring eyes. She was the most exquisite creature I had ever seen. All the heads of our rival companies were already flocking around her, babbling in her ear, as I caught her eye across the room. They yammered on, as she locked eyes with mine, and never broke my gaze. I knew if I could convince her to sign an exclusive contract with my company, Frank and Tommy would make me a partner, and I could get a house in Malibu, I could stop working such long hours, and do whatever I wanted. I approached her, offered to buy her a drink, and gave her the sales pitch, after which she suggested we leave the club, and go back to her place to discuss the matter further. I grinned triumphantly at the competition as I left with her on my arm.

Back at her place, she offered me wine. I took it, we drank and talked for a while, till the wine went to our heads. We started kissing, she ripped off my clothes, she took her silver kerchief top off to reveal spectacular breasts, I sucked on her titties, till she moved down, and gave me the most spectacular blow job I'd ever had. This girl was definitely going to be star. I pulled her skirt off, and pulled her panties down, to find a 6" cock staring back at me.

Riley, was a he...

"Are you okay with that?" She said.

I froze. I'd fantasized about being with a tranny, but...

"You don't have to touch it, if you don't want." She said embarrassed, "I just want your cock in me."

If I hadn't been so wasted, I probably would have bolted, but I figured, fuck it. I hesitantly grabbed her cock, and stroked it till it was hard, then sucked her beautiful cock. My head was spinning. She pushed me back on the sofa, I laid back while she sucked my cock some more, and then stood up, turned around, and put my rod in her ass, and rode me like a mechanical bull. Normally I'd have to fake an orgasm, but I reached around and grabbed her cock, and something came over me, as I came like a geyser in her ass.

As we cuddled afterward, she asked, "Was that too weird for you?"

"No. Not really. I actually...well..."

For some reason I felt compelled to tell her she was the first woman I had cum so easily with in my life, and then I told her why I thought that was. I told her my secret. I had never told anyone. She immediately brightened.

"I think you'd make a very pretty girl. You have high cheekbones, gentle features, Your hair is already pretty long. I'd love to make you over. Shape your eyebrows, Play dress-up. WIll you let me?"

My head was buzzing. The idea thrilled me. I was very pliable at this point. I began to rationalize my desire. What did I care at this point? We didn't have a tranny division at work, but with her we could start one. Even straight guys would jerk off to Riley. She was painfully hot. I'd be a partner in the company, if she signed with us, I could explore different options when it came to dressing up, hell everybody in our biz is freaky in some way. No one would judge me if this were my thing.

"Will you sign an exclusive contract with us? Do you want to be a star?"

She kissed me deeply and said, "Make me a star."

"Ok, then. Make me beautiful."

She squealed with glee and took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I had trouble walking, I think from the wine... She pulled off the rest of my clothes, and began to rub hair remover all over my skin... and then...that's where things... get... fuzzy.............

When I woke. It was still night. I was light headed. It felt like I was still a bit drunk, everything was a bit out of focus. Something didn't feel right. Everything felt off-balance. The place looked vaguely like my apartment, except most of my furniture and electronics were missing, and on the wall was a large mirror that wasn't there before. This couldn't be my apartment. I pushed myself up to look in the mirror, and what I saw staring back at me was unbelievable.

Sitting on the couch across from me was one of the hottest chicks I'd ever seen, she had super-long, wavy brown hair, rounded plump cheekbones, thick, plump seductive lips, wearing a sexy satin, maroon and black, cocktail dress with a poofy crinoline skirt, long black silk stockings with black bows at the top where the garters attached, and black patent leather high heeled ankle boots. I looked down, at myself. I had tits!!! How the fuck did I have tits?? I felt them, they felt real...not like implants or breast forms, but squishy flesh and blood boobs - Full C's by the look of them. I looked down and on the sides of my boots were little silver padlocks, preventing me from unzipping them and getting them off. That was a little strange. I slowly stood up, tried to get my balance on those heels, and admired myself in the mirror. I had to be dreaming. I was gorgeous! A flood of emotions poured over me. I wasn't sure if I was elated, or horrified.

"What the fuck, is going on?" My voice sounded weird...like Mickey Mouse.

I laughed out loud, and it also had a cartoonish timbre. I was definitely on something. That tranny bitch, must have given me LSD, or Shrooms, or something.

"What the fuck, indeed?" A male voice that sounded weirdly familiar emanated from the kitchen. To my horror, out of the kitchen walked Patrick with my laptop.

"Ya know Dan, It took my private investigator 6 months to dig up your little fetish."

"What are you...?" I stopped as my voice again sounded like a cartoon.

"Let me finish. We hacked into your network, downloaded your portfolio, but some pictures on your home computer of you in drag, sucking on a dildo wasn't really enough to cause the amount damage that would equal what you did to me. I mean everyone in our industry is a freak in one way or another, right? So it might cause a minor PR blip, but it wouldn't ruin you. So I had to be more... creative."

"What did you do to me? I'm calling the Cops...", I sounded at least half girlish that time.

Patrick opened up my laptop and hit the spacebar to play a video, when I saw what was in the video, I immediately sat down on the couch in shock

The video was me sucking Riley's cock, confessing my fetish to her, and then agreeing to let her transform me. It cut to Riley tweezing my eyebrows, and doing my make-up, curling my hair, and then clipping curly extensions in to make my hair fuller, and sexier. Then cut to Riley kissing my now hairless body - she rubbed some cream on my chest, and then strapped a suction vest to my chest, and pumped up my tits with suction. Afterwards, had me tuck my junk away, and then she slid a silky gold pair of hip hugger panties up my legs, and she cinched me into a dazzling gold and white satin under-bust corset giving me a breathtaking hourglass shape, and made my swollen tits stand out, followed by white stockings with lace tops, and clear acrylic platform heels, she then led me to the living room, where a man I recognized as the bartender from the club was waiting. I began to make out with the two of them, taking turns sucking their rods, and proceeded to have a three-way where I was double teamed by Riley and the bartender. I watched in horror as I wildly slammed my ass onto her cock, while sucking him off, greedily swallowing every drop of his cum, before they switched, and I sucked the Riley while he fucked me. Afterwards I begged for more like a slut. Patrick stopped the video.

"Hidden cameras are great, aren't they? This was over 2 weeks ago. Since then, we've made a few... enhancements. You'll find that these extensions will not come out without shaving your head. We lipo-ed your love handles and spare tire, and injected the fat into your cheeks and lips, and put the rest in your tits, and hips... more on that later. We lasered off all your facial hair, and took the liberty of giving you a few very girly tattoos that I'm sure you'll soon uncover. Also, had those black market doctors perform a little extra procedure on your throat. It's amazing, they pull your vocal chords tighter, tie them off and stitch them to the wall of your larynx. I'm sure you've practiced speaking like a girl before, so you should get the hang of it sooner or later."

I grasped my throat, and then focused on trying to speak like a girl this time.

"But why don't I remember any of this?"

My voice came out sweet, but slightly raspy like Demi Moore.

"Roofies is an amazing drug. It eliminates all your inhibition, and is almost as good as sodium pentathol at getting people to confess things they would normally keep secret, too. And then of course it has the wonderful side effect of wiping your memory. Riley spiked your wine, in case you're wondering. She's been a dear friend to me in my time of need. And we finished it off with a hormone injection. You'll have to get those once a month or so, if you want to maintain your girlish figure. You've been sedated for the rest of it, but I wanted to make sure we shared this wonderful moment together. So I had you brought here, so you could begin your new life in more comfortable surroundings.

"I'm calling the Poli--"

"--That really won't jive with the correspondence you've been having these past 2 weeks. You see this video has already been emailed from your account to Frank and Tommy, and everyone else at work, as well as all your friends in your email list. You also decided to add a few pictures of you in drag from your private collection, with a long note saying, in essence, that your desire to become a woman has overwhelmed you, and that you can no longer live a lie and must begin living as a woman immediately. You can see here, the number of shocked friends who replied, and of course the conversations you had with them, via instant messenger about how much you love being a girl. I also took the liberty of updating your facebook account to reflect your new identity. Oh, and texting a few photos of your hot bod to your favorites list on your iPhone. Frank and Tommy thought the video was so hot, they posted it on youporn - 8 million hits so far, you should be proud."

I looked on in shock, as my life disintegrated before me. Patrick leaned back against the counter.

"Oh, don't lose hope yet, I haven't even told you the fun part. After having the best sex of your life, you were just putty in Riley's hands, she got you to give up your bank accounts and passwords, and the combination to your safe. So, I've since emptied out your accounts from your computer, and have burned your passport, birth certificate, drivers license, and your car is probably somewhere in Mexico, we're not really sure. You have no identity, There is nothing in your purse but an empty wallet, make up, and your apartment keys. There are no tools here to cut those locks There is nothing of value in your apartment for you to pawn. I have replaced all your clothes with nothing but slutty outfits left over from my new company's porn shoots. Sorry, we're so small we couldn't afford to part with the nicer stuff."

He paused, I'm assuming for effect, as I just stared at him in complete disbelief.

"You don't have a lot of options. There's a good chance, you might have to turn tricks in West Hollywood just to survive. I'll leave that decision up to you. Oh, one last thing. Your cock...don't worry you still have it, but you won't be using it for at least a week. I had Riley push your balls up into your body cavity, and use some heavy duty clear epoxy to glue your tuck down with. The advantage is, that your nethers look all nice and girly under those pretty panties. But hopefully you won't get aroused by all the fucking and sucking you'll have to do to survive, otherwise it could get really painful."

He laughed at my reaction, as I reached up my skirt to verify that last bit.

He stood up, and violently smashed my laptop several times on the kitchen counter. Satisfied that it was completely destroyed, he dropped the useless remnants onto the floor, and then headed for the door. He paused after opening it, turned to me and smiled sweetly.

"Good luck getting your life back, bitch." and he left.

I sat there in shock for a moment. I looked at my reflection again in the mirror, I looked like a bewildered, slutty prom date. It just seemed so surreal, this couldn't be happening. I then tore through my apartment only to find everything Patrick had said was true - everything of value in my apartment was gone, In my closets and dressers were the sluttiest outfits I had ever seen, nothing remotely respectable. I reached back and felt the padlocks under my dress holding the corset closed, with the acrylic nails glued on I could barely fumble the locks on my slutty heels, much less pry them open. I pulled the dress out away from my tits enough to see that it was an under-bust corset. And I could see no way to shimmy out of it. I collapsed on the sorry excuse for a bed Patrick had refurnished my room with. I was so FUCKED! My head was spinning, and I felt sick to my stomach.

It suddenly occurred to me that my best friend Anthony had bolt cutters. We had used them before on his storage shed, when he lost the key. His house was down the street. I looked around, but my phone was gone, and Patrick took my cell. It was only about a half mile, I could probably walk it.

So, I grabbed my purse, locked my apartment, and began walking to his house. Several passing cars slowed down to cat call, and ask how much for a blow job. Those assholes thought I was a hooker!

Report Story

byAndi_Lembke© 27 comments/ 186566 views/ 82 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

Next
5 Pages:123

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar:

   Cancel