My body was on fire. His c*ck was slamming deep inside me, hitting the softest parts of my p*ssy, and I screamed his neighbor's name without even thinking.
"Barren— Ohhh— Barren!" My voice was cracking, and my throat was raw because I was moaning too loud, but I could not stop. My legs were trembling so badly I thought they were going to give out completely. My p*ssy was clenching and clamping around him, milking every inch of his thick shaft.
"F*ck—" he groaned. His mouth was pressed to my ear, and his hot breath was burning against my sweaty skin. His hips were jerking harder, slamming into me like he had no control left. His hand was gripping my waist tightly, dragging me back against him, and his grunts were growing faster.
I threw my head back, and my hair was sticking to my damp face. My boobs were bouncing out of control. "Yes—yes—do —not stop! please!" I cried, and my voice was breaking. The orgasm was rising again. It was unbearable, and it was too strong to resist. My nails were clawing at his arm, leaving red streaks, but I did not care.
My p*ssy was exploding around his c*ck, and juices were spilling down my thighs. My whole body was shaking violently, and my scream was ripping through the entire room.
"Aaaaahhhh—Barrreeeen!"
My voice was echoing, and my chest was heaving as my orgasm was leaving me limp. My boobs were swinging heavy and wild, sweat was dripping between them, and I was collapsing against him.
Barren was grunting, and his cock was twitching deep inside me. "Shit, I am going to c*m." His voice was rough, deep, and broken by moans. He pulled out suddenly, and his hand was pumping fast. His other hand was grabbing my chin, forcing my eyes up to meet his.
"Look at me, Ava," he growled.
Ava?
Before I could question, he groaned hard, and thick streams of cum were spilling across my breasts. Warm semen was splattering over my huge tits, sliding down between them, and dripping onto my lap.
"Ohhh shit," he moaned. His head was tilting back, sweat was flying from his hair, and his eyes were squeezing shut as his chest was heaving.
I froze. My mouth was hanging open. I was shaking, and my boobs were covered in his cum. My pussy was still twitching around nothing.
Then a sharp voice cut through everything.
"Cut! Retake, Barren!" The director barked and slammed the clipboard.
I blinked, and my head whipped toward the sound. More than ten people were standing around us: cameramen, assistants, and a guy with a boom mic. Their faces were unreadable and professional, but they were just watching me scream my lungs out and orgasm like a maniac.
My face was burning hot red. I tried to cover myself, but my boobs were bouncing with my heavy breaths. The c*m was sliding down, betraying every attempt at modesty.
Barren laughed. His chest was still rising and falling from his climax. He ran a hand through his messy hair and smirked down at me. "A while ago you were wild, screaming my name like you could not get enough. Now you are shy?" His voice was amused.
I gasped, and my face was feeling even hotter.
I did not answer him. I grabbed the nearest sheet and pulled it over my chest instead. My hands were trembling, and my legs were shaking so much I could barely sit straight.
He chuckled low, leaning closer so only I could hear. "Your pussy was tight as fuck… makes me want to break your filthy mouth next." His smirk widened. "You'll loved it."
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
And then he said it again. "Ava."
My entire body stiffened. I turned to him with wide eyes. "What… what did you just call me?"
"Ava," he repeated casually, wiping sweat from his brow as if it was nothing.
Panic shot through me. My brain was scrambling. My name was Dana. I was Dana. Right?
Oh God. Maybe I really hit my head in that truck accident. Maybe I was in hell. Or maybe I was in the wrong person's body.
I wrapped the sheet tighter around me. My body was still trembling. Inside, my thoughts were screaming.
This was insane.
Before I could collect myself, a woman in a headset hurried over. She was carrying a robe. "Come on, sweetheart," she said briskly. Her gaze was unwavering even at the sight of my cum-soaked boobs. "Let us get you cleaned up."
She wrapped the robe around me and guided me off the bed. My legs were wobbling with every step, and I clutched at her arm. "Careful," she said, steadying me as we walked toward a bathroom down the hall.
She left me alone inside. I stumbled toward the mirror, still dazed.
And then I froze when I saw my reflection in the mirror.
I gasped and leaned closer. My hair was longer, falling smoothly down my shoulders. My eyes were blue. My jaw was sharper, and my nose was smaller. My boobs, oh my God, my boobs were even bigger than before, round and perky. My waist was narrower, and my hips were wider.
I touched my face with trembling hands.
"What the...."
I poked my boob with my index finger. It was jiggling like a pudding cup.
"Oh my God," I said, horrified and fascinated at once. "Did I just upgrade? Like download new boobs version 2.0?"
I squeezed them with both hands, and they were bouncing in the mirror.
I spun in a circle, looking at my taller and slimmer figure. My ass was rounder too. I groaned. "I look like one of those porn thumbnails you try not to click but then click anyway."
I slapped my cheeks. "Wake up, Dana. Or Ava. Or whoever the hell you are right now."
But nothing changed. My reflection was the same.
"Okay, so I am either dead, dreaming, or God thought it would be hilarious to throw me into a porn actress's body," I muttered. I poked my boobs again and sighed.
I sank onto the bathroom counter, and my robe was slipping open as I stared at my unbelievable new curves. My body was still buzzing from Barren's pounding.
I covered my face with my hands and groaned. "What on earth did I get myself into?"