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Real You: "From Wife to Wet Dream"
VIDEO CALL — DAY ONE AT THE CLINICEthan’s phone buzzed with the incoming call. He snatched it off the table, anxiety and excitement battling in his chest. The clinic said they'd allow onevideo call before the transformation began. After that, no contact until the procedure was complete. No e...
Transit will be back soon
Don't worry, Lori will be back soon. I produced stuff I find interesting to share, I hope you will enjoy them.
💖✨ Unleash the Real You! ✨💖
These beauties decided to embrace their inner bombshell, leaving their comfort zones behind to reveal their true selves. From everyday chic to dazzling glam, they've found confidence, curves, and unstoppable allure. 🌟💋Because sometimes, the "real you" is more glamorous, bold, and f...
Transit, 57
Lori Pleasure leaned casually against the polished wall of the elevator, savoring the reflection that gazed seductively back at her from every mirrored surface. The elevator's soft golden lighting seemed made to showcase her audacious attire: the scandalously tight monokini clung desperately to ...
Transit, 56
Lori stood in her hotel room, softly illuminated by the amber warmth of the bedside lamp. Exhaustion draped her shoulders after the tedious flight, yet her phone buzzed gently, pulling her attention. She glanced down, a soft smile breaking across her tired features. The text from John read:"Hey ...
Transit, 55 part 2
Lori leaned closer to the mirror, her heart beating in sultry excitement as she expertly traced thick, crimson lipstick across her dramatically plumped lips. The vivid red gloss caught the soft glow of the room's lighting, making them look lush, wet, and inviting. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, enh...
Transit, 55 Part 1
Lori stood before the hotel room’s mirror, heart fluttering with anticipation as she prepared herself. A spandex monokini emblazoned boldly with the American flag lay draped in her manicured hands. Sliding the fabric up her sleek thighs, she felt the thin thong slip snugly into place, accentuating...
Transit, Teaser
work in progress
Transit, day 4
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Transit, day 3
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Transit, Day 2
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Transit Bonus, Shower, Back Before/After time
Bonus, Lori's Evolution
Transit, 54
One hour had slipped by since Lori stumbled from the bar restroom, her lips still tingling with the salty trace of Sasha’s release. The taste lingered on her tongue, now a familiar ache she swallowed down, less shocking, more hers. She exhaled, eyes drifting to the bedside table where the jeweled ...
Transit, 53
Lori stood by the hotel bed, her golden phone trembling faintly in her manicured grip, its glossy surface catching the dim chandelier light like a beacon. The screen flashed “Johnny$$,” and her breath hitched—her thumb hovered, nails glinting red, before she swiped to answer. The old Lori woul...
Transit, Teaser
Doing my best...
Transit, 52
Lori strutted toward the reception desk, her red platform heels clicking against the marble floor with each exaggerated sway of her hips. It wasn’t intentional—god, no—but this damn outfit made it impossible to walk normally. The latex clung to her body like a second skin, her new breasts boun...
Makeover, Alexis, 103
Kari:Lexy, you’re glowing… and looking even more enhancedtoday. Spill it.Alexis:*Giggles* adjusting her top, her fuller breasts shifting noticeablyI have a date.Kari:With who?Alexis:*Blushes* playing with her nails.The mysterious man…Kari:Oh, honey… now thisI need details on!
Makeover, Alexis, 102
Alexis finally looks up, one arched brow raising slightly. A tall man in a dark coat stands before her, his smirk unreadable.Alexis:Taps her nails on the counterThen what do you want?Man:You.Alexis blinks, surprised. Then, before she can stop herself, a giggle escapes her glossy lips.
Makeover, Alexis, 101
Man:Oh, I’m not here for an appointment.Alexis:Finally looks up, annoyed.Then what do you want?
Makeover, Alexis, 100
Several days later...Alexis working on the counter computer to manage salon's appointments.A deep voice interrupts her.Man:Excuse me.Alexis:Sighs, tapping at the screen.Appointments are booked a week in advance, sir.
Transit, 51
The restroom was dimly lit, the flickering neon from the bar outside casting a sultry red glow along the marble countertops and reflecting in the darkened mirrors. The scent of cologne, alcohol, and something more primal clung to the air. Lori was on her knees, her lips stretched around Sasha’s th...
Transit, 50
Lori leaned back on the plush booth, her black false leather top clinging to every curve; With a deliberate, exaggerated motion, she slowly peeled the banana, her eyes never leaving Sasha’s. The yellow fruit revealed itself piece by piece, her fingers moving with calculated ease. Her blue eyes loc...
Transit, 49
Lori sat quietly in the lounge, her hands folded neatly in her lap as the soft hum of conversation filled the room. Her coffee sat untouched on the table, the faint steam rising like a ghost of her thoughts. Three days ago, she would have rushed through this, avoiding every lingering gaze, every awk...
Transit, 48
Lori’s heels clicked rhythmically against the polished floor of the hall as she made her way toward the bar. The muted thrum of bass from the club below vibrated through the walls, mingling with the faint perfume of her presence that lingered in her wake. Her silhouette, framed by dim overhead lig...
Hostile Takeover: The Chief, caption
Thank you, again, to Mister Satan!
