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Real You: "From Wife to Wet Dream"
🕑 Added 2025-03-31 22:50:25 +0000 UTCVIDEO CALL — DAY ONE AT THE CLINIC
Ethan’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 one video call before the transformation began. After that, no contact until the procedure was complete. No exceptions.
He tapped accept.
Claire’s face filled the screen, looking tired but composed. She sat in a modest gray sweatsuit, her light brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail. No makeup, no filters. Just his wife—natural, real, and nervous as hell.
“Hey,” she said quietly.
“Claire,” he breathed, a soft smile forming. “You look… like you.”
She forced a laugh. “Not for long, huh?”
He tilted his head, reading her expression. “Second thoughts?”
Her lips twitched. “No. I said I’d do it. I want to do it. For you. For us. I just… It’s a lot. Signing away my job, my degrees, my identity—just handing it all over to become some... silicone-stuffed trophy wife with a baby voice and a brain full of pink glitter and cock.”
Ethan exhaled slowly. “I know. And I know it’s extreme. But we talked about this. You said you wanted to let go. That you were tired of being the strong one, the achiever, the planner.”
“I did,” she whispered. “And I do. I want to feel instead of thinking. I want to be wanted, all the time. I want to turn off the part of me that second-guesses everything. I want to be—fuck, Ethan—I want to be your fantasy.”
His throat tightened. “You’re already mine, Claire. But if you go through with this—if you become her—you’ll be mine in a way no one else can ever touch.”
She bit her lip. “The name thing…”
He smiled. “You’ll have one waiting. Something that suits the new you. Something hot and empty and perfect.”
She gave a soft laugh, eyes glassy. “Guess I’ll see you on the other side then.”
He nodded.
“I love you, Ethan.”
“I love you too, Claire.”
The screen went black.
VIDEO CALL — TWENTY-ONE DAYS LATER, POST-TRANSFORMATION
Ethan sat on the couch again, but this time with a pulsing erection already throbbing in his pants. The clinic had texted him fifteen minutes ago: “She’s ready. Final call, full reveal. Please accept video now.”
He hit accept, breath shaky.
The screen came to life. The same sterile room. Same chair. Same artwork.
But the woman sitting there now? Not Claire.
She had her legs crossed, thighs nearly spilling off the seat, wearing a skintight neon-pink outfit that looked like it was vacuum-sealed to her surgically bloated curves. Her platinum hair gleamed under the light, cascading over her mountainous chest. Her face was flawless and completely artificial—lips puffed to absurd proportions, eyes stretched wide and heavy-lidded with fake lashes, nose pinched, cheekbones cut like a pornstar doll.
She grinned.
“Hiiii daddyyyy,” she sang in a high-pitched, breathy tone, twirling a lock of blonde around one finger. “Missed me sooo much?”
Ethan’s jaw dropped.
“…Claire?”
She giggled, bubbly and brainless. “Nuh-uhhh! Claire’s like, gone babe. I’m Kandy now. With a K! Isn’t that, like, sooo cute?”
He couldn’t speak for a second. Just stared. The chest alone—God. Those tits were practically shelf-sized. Huge, round, and fake as hell, with nipples poking against the thin fabric. Her waist was cinched to an impossible hourglass, and her ass strained the leggings like it was custom-formed for bouncing on cock.
“Kandy,” he breathed. “You look… unreal.”
She beamed, leaning forward until her tits swallowed half the screen. “Omggg, thank you!! The doctors were like, sooo mean at first! They were all serious and clinical, but once they started pumping me full of filler and fluff and, like, deleting all that boring smart stuff? It was soooo fun! I don’t even remember what I used to worry about.”
Ethan cleared his throat, cock throbbing as she giggled and gave a bouncy little shimmy.
“They made me feel stuff while they rewired me,” she whispered, biting a glossy lip. “Like, they’d tease my nipples while playing dumb bitch affirmations on loop. And every time I moaned, they’d crank up the transformation settings. I, like, begged them to make my boobs bigger. Isn’t that crazy???”
He groaned audibly.
Kandy giggled again. “I know, right? I’m soooo empty now. Just tits and holes and, like, sparkly pink thoughts! Wanna see the whole thing?”
He nodded frantically.
She stood up, camera angled low. What filled the screen was obscene: a body engineered to fuck. Her ass jiggled as she turned, exaggeratedly arching to make it clap. She looked over her shoulder with a pout and winked.
“They filled my butt toooo,” she moaned. “Made it bouncy for riding and twerking. And my lips?” She puckered. “They said they’re dick-sized now! Isn’t that soooo handy?”
Ethan’s mouth was dry. “Jesus, Kandy…”
She dropped to her knees, tits swaying, eyes wide and eager.
“Daddyyy… are you hard for your little fuckdoll?” she whined, running a hand down her cartoonishly narrow waist. “I get sooo needy without your cock. Like, they warned me I’d crave it all the time. And they were sooo right.”
She licked her lips. “Wanna FaceTime-fuck me before you come pick me up? Or should I just hump the arm of this chair while thinking about your cum in my mouth?”
Ethan was already unzipping.
Comments
Anaïs B
Waking up with such an awesome surprise... Thank you! This is ... Purrrfection. No better way to start a day, not finish the day too. She''s like SOOOOO lucky
Mika W
Love this, more of this please
