Pleasureville (Preview)

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They just wanted to watch a porno, not star in one!

When a mysterious stranger gives four friends a magical gift, they find themselves transported into Pleasureville, a city of porn cliches come to life: Sexy plumbers, sexy bosses, and of course, sexy bodies. It would be a dream come true for the guys…if they hadn’t also ended up in the bodies of attractive women.

And they all know what happens to women in porno movies.

The friends have to fix the remote and get back to their own world with temptation around every corner. Can they resist the lure of their new bodies and their new fantasies? Or will they live the rest of their lives in Pleasureville?

This 12,000 word story contains steamy descriptions of sexual fantasies and uncontrolled lust.

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1

Blake sat up in his tattered armchair and flipped through the channels on the TV. Each scrambled channel just made him angrier.

“I thought you ordered the match,” whined Alan as he sipped another beer and licked pizza grease off his chubby fingers.

“I did!” Blake cried, “Where the fuck is it?”

“Didn’t they send any instructions?” Joel chimed in, ever helpful. He pushed his thick rimmed glasses up his nose and pulled out his phone to search the internet for troubleshooting help.

“It’s just supposed to be on the pay per view channel.” Miguel added.

“I know where it’s supposed to be but it’s not!” Blake cried.

Blake had invited his friends over to watch the Hassel-Welton heavyweight match and he was positive he’d ordered it. He just couldn’t find it. He rubbed a hand along his stubbly chin and grunted in frustration as the others looked on, growing more and more restless. Blake’s heavy dark stubble and broad features made him appear older than the others, though he was just a freshman. He’d invited the other guys over to show off but instead he was being embarrassed by stupid technology.

“Told you we should have watched at the bar,” Miguel said, leaning back on the faded plaid couch that smelled vaguely of mildew. He sipped his beer and grimaced. “Warm beer and no boxing.” He reached for the pizza box, but it was empty. “And someone ate all the pizza.” He said, shooting a meaningful look at Alan.

“Not my fault you’re a slow eater,” Alan said, wiping his chubby cheeks. Then he turned to Blake “Come on, gimme the remote” he said, snatching it from Blake’s hand.

He, too, started flipping through channels with no more luck than Blake had been having.

“Oh, yeah, you’re doing much better than me. Well done.” Blake said, deadpan. Blake reached for the remote but Alan dodged out of the way.

“Have you tried turning it off and on?” Joel asked, reading from a random website.

“Give me the fucking remote, man.” Blake said, grabbing Alan’s arm and they started wrestling.

“Ha, looks like we got some sort of fighting match right here,” Miguel said, draining his beer.

“Have you tried holding down AUX, INPUT 1, VOLUME UP and CHANNEL DOWN for five seconds?” Joel asked, trying another website.

Blake and Alan continued struggling to take control of the remote control. The two guys grunted and grabbed at each other, their meaty hands hammering down blows whenever they could as they fought. They’d both been on the wrestling team in high school and were thick, heavyset guys used to grappling their opponents into submission. Alan had gained some weight and had the advantage, but Blake was wiry and kept slipping out of his grasp. There was much grunting and punching before the remote flew threw the air and smashed against the wall.

“Come on!” Blake cried.

Joel looked at the broken remote, then back to his phone. After a second he added: “Have you tried super glue?”

“You broke it!” Alan said, gathering up the two pieces and trying to fit them back together.

“It wouldn’t have broken if you hadn’t grabbed.” Blake said.

“I wouldn’t have grabbed it if you’d ordered the fucking match.”

“All right, I’m going down to the bar,” Miguel said, plunking his empty beer can down on the coffee table.

Miguel opened the front door and jumped back in surprise, raising his fists in preparation for a fight. There was an old man standing just outside, dressed in tatty blue coveralls and a worn leather tool belt. He had twinkling blue eyes and a thin white beard.

“Jesus, you scared me.” Miguel said, lowering his fists.

“Looks like you’re having some trouble with your remote,” he said, nodding at the pieces in Alan’s hands. “Lucky for you I’m a remote repairman. Let me take a look at that.”

He gingerly took the pieces from Alan’s hands and investigated them. “Hmmm. Yep. Looks broken.”

“Awesome. Good thing we got a specialist’s opinion,” Blake snorted.

“I’ll take this and try to fix it. I’ll leave you with this temporary remote.”

The man pulled a shiny, silver remote out of his tool belt and handed it to Blake. It was strangely warm.

“What’s the catch?” Blake asked, suspiciously.

“No catch,” the man replied, “If you don’t like it you get everything back.”

He turned and strolled out the door before they could ask him what he meant.

“The fuck?” Miguel asked the room. He poked his head out the door but the man had completely disappeared. He closed the door and sat back down. “Since when are there traveling repairmen?”

“Traveling remote control repairmen,” Joel added, googling just that.

Blake aimed the silver remote at the TV and pushed some buttons. The next channel he found was some sort of low budget movie. A large breasted black woman was standing in an immaculate living room in front of a long, leather couch talking to an exceedingly busty white woman who, with her high cheekbones and huge breasts, appeared to be composed of mostly silicone and plastic. Standing beside them both was a slightly chubbier—and also well-endowed—Asian woman. The dialogue was stilted and the acting worse. It was clearly a porno.

“Well, the remote works,” Blake said, “And we don’t have a match, but we’ve got porno.”

“I’m not sitting here and watching porn with you guys,” Miguel said, getting up to leave.

“Just find the match!” Alan cried, grabbing the remote. The two brothers tussled some more, and then there was a loud bang and a white flash that obliterated their senses.

2

When the world swam back into view Blake was in a strange room that seemed vaguely familiar. It was a large, immaculate living room with a high ceiling and a long leather couch in the center. Daylight streamed in through huge bay windows behind him, illuminating the two other women in the room. One was a white woman. Slender and tanned and very, very blonde. She had a striking, angular face, with lips and cheeks that appeared to be as enhanced as her breasts. She wore panties and a garter belt that clung to her supple form, leaving very little to the imagination. Her giant fake breasts and swollen nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin pink fabric of her tight top.

The other woman was Asian, slightly shorter and chubbier. Her hair was cut into a gentle bob that framed her wide face and thick lips. She had on a tight dress that clung to her supple body.

Both women were both gaping down at their own bodies, poking and prodding at their tits.

Blake rubbed his eyes and realized his hands didn’t feel right. He looked at them and saw slender, ebony fingers with dark painted nails. His eyes dropped down to his body. Two round, black breasts were partly covered by a simple blue, collared top. A gray skirt covered his legs, and beneath he had on black stockings and high heels.

“What the fuck?” he yelped in a deep, husky voice. The other two stopped investigating their own bodies and looked at him.

“Who…who…?” was all the Asian could get out as she looked from one to the other then back down at herself.

It soon came out that the Asian woman was Miguel and the plastic blonde was Alan.

Blake squeezed his tits experimentally. They were real. Soft and heavy. They bobbed back and forth as he hefted and dropped them, then ran his fingers along his smooth, black skin. His hands fluttered down and around to his plump ass. He grasped his skirt and raised it up, not surprised to find that this body wasn’t wearing any panties and he caught a glimpse of the dark hair surrounding his new pussy before he rolled the dress back down and smoothed it around him. He looked around and it suddenly hit him: his clothes, the living room, the two other women. He knew where he’d seen them.

“Guys, we’re in that porno. The one we were watching.”

“H-how?” Alan stammered in a high-pitched voice. He sounded—and looked—like a blonde bimbo.

Blake shrugged, making his breasts bounce up and down. He noticed Alan still had the remote in one feminine hand. Blake moved towards him, stumbling in his high heels and nearly tumbling onto the floor before catching himself on the couch.

“The remote,” Blake said, pointing to Alan’s hand. “It must have been the remote. Maybe it can get us back.”

Alan looked at the silver remote in his hand, realizing for the first time that he was still holding it. It was bent at a strange angle and when he aimed it at the TV and pressed the buttons it sparked briefly.

“Shit. I think you broke it,” Alan said, looking at Blake.

“You broke it. If you hadn’t grabbed it from me we wouldn’t be here.”

“If you’d ordered the match we wouldn’t be here!” Alan said, stepping towards Blake who’d gotten back to his feet.

“If you weren’t such an asshole,” Blake said, shoving Alan. Alan shove him back and suddenly the two were at it again, their tiny hands flailing wildly at each other as their enhanced feminine bodies jiggled. Miguel thought it would have been hot if the situation hadn’t been so crazy. He stepped in and pushed them apart, one hand on each of their breasts.

“Stop! Stop! Let’s figure out how to fix the remote and get out of here.”

“Fine,” Blake said, adjusting his top back over his breasts.

“Hey,” Miguel said, glancing around, “Where’s Joel?”

They heard a woman’s faint cry from upstairs and hurried towards it, staggering and clinging to each other as they tried to adjust to the weight distribution of their new bodies.

3

When Joel’s vision cleared he found himself squatting on the floor of a strange bedroom. His knees were in the air and he was leaning back on his hands. Only they weren’t his knees. They were firm and feminine, with gorgeous sculpted calves, thick thighs and delicate feet clad in high heels. In fact, his whole body was different. His skin was the flawless deep, rich brown of an Indian woman. Looking down he saw two small, firm breasts protruding from his naked chest. Though they were small the curves were perfect, the skin flawless and smooth, the nipples perky. Joel’s new body was wearing some sort of fishnet body suit that had been pulled open to free his amazing tits. Looking down his incredibly female body, he saw why he had such a strange, pleasant feeling of fullness.

His feminine body was squatting atop a rubber dildo that had been suction cupped to the floor. The dark rubber head disappeared between the dark pink lips of Joel’s gaping pussy. He gasped and lost his balance, tipping over on his heels and falling on to the dildo, sinking all the way to the hilt. He let out an involuntary gasp as a burst of pleasure flared through him.

“Holy shit,” he murmured. It felt so good he had to try it again.

His new body swayed in delightful ways as he pushed his butt back up into the air onto his hands, allowing the dildo to slightly withdraw. He sat down again, controlled this time, and closed his eyes as the hard-softness filled him with delight. He began bouncing up and down, slowly at first but growing in speed as sparks of electric pleasure danced through him, emanating from his pussy and spreading throughout his new body. He didn’t know who’s body he was in, but it felt so good he didn’t really care. He watched between his legs as the dildo disappeared inside him and reappeared wet with his juices. He flew up and down on the dildo, pounding himself, his pussy wet and dripping with pleasure. He watched his tits wobble back and forth, mesmerized by their rhythmic bouncing. He bobbed down harder, faster, fucking his new body as a delightful tension built up inside him.

Joel threw his head back and moaned as he sank all the way down again. It was wonderful to be so full, to scratch an itch this body desperately needed to satisfy. He withdrew, then slammed his cunt back down onto the rubber shaft and the tension exploded, sending pleasure bursting through him. His knees clapped together and his hands gave out. He fell, his weight landing full on the dildo and driving it straight up into his aching cunt. He cried out, bouncing short, sharp bounces on the dildo to drive the pleasure through him. There was one last, loud cry, then he trembled and lay back on the floor, the dildo still inside him as he panted, hardly believing what had just happened. Surely it was a dream.

There was a noise from the doorway and he looked up to see three other women staring down at him: a black woman, a blonde barbie, and a stacked Asian—like the setup to a joke, Joel thought. Their mouths were gaping open as they stared at him.

“Someone’s been enjoying themselves,” Blake smirked.

Joel struggled to sit up, each movement sending the dildo jiggling against the walls of his pussy and reminding him of his incredible horniness. It also didn’t help that his new body was more top heavy than he was used to while his hips and legs were slimmer. He was all out of proportion but he managed to grab hold of one of the bedposts and pull himself to his feet. As he stood he adjusted his fishnet body suit back over his tits, not that it covered anything. He might as well have been wearing nothing.

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