"This body suit feels weird... like these boobs and butt, feel like they're really mine. And the zipper to get it off, I can't locate it," complained Brad.
"That's because it is your body now silly," Destiny said with a grin. "The minute you zipped that suit up, the zipper disappeared and those big tits, ass, and pussy became yours to keep."
"Pussy?" Brad asked in shock. He quickly realized he could no longer feel his dick and balls between his legs... instead the feeling was of something squishy, hot, and slightly damp.
"Yep yep... you wanted to be one of us brothel girls after all, and you need a pussy to complete the package. Should be constantly hot and hungry for dick too so you're always ready for customers."
Destiny was right, Brad was registering a strong feeling to be filled down there. It was a disturbing feeling... one that only increased as he also registered the weight from his bare, heavy breasts. His only bit of cover was a scandalous garter belt that did little to hide his new plump rear-end or flush snatch. He felt so embarrassed, so exposed, and so very horny.
"But... when you suggested turning me into a brothel girl... I though it would just be a little gender play," Brad cried in a voice that was trying to hold back his growing lust. "I didn't think you could turn me into a real girl, or that this would be permanent."
Destiny came up behind Brad, placing one hand at his hip and cupping one of his massive tits with the other. She squeezed it hard, causing him to moan.
"I've been here long enough to know when a man's stare means they desire us, and when it means they want to join us. You didn't desire me... you wanted to be like me. To be desired, to be touched, to be fucked... and now you are."
Destiny then lead him out to the main hall. Brad froze up for a second, afraid of anyone seeing him like this, but Destiny was allowing it. She pushed him forward, half way down the circular steps and in full view of the brothel's other staff and patrons. She stopped Brad half way down the steps and positioned him in a way that perfectly displayed her new booty and melons.
Brad turned to see the patrons all paying attention to her, that look of desire Destiny alluded to was in all their eyes. One man made a claim for her first, she could see the outline of his dick in his pants, and it was huge. Thoughts of sucking on that thing and having it penetrate his... no, her... her new cunt, stretching it and filling it completely, only made her wetter. Destiny was right, Brad... no, Brandi as she would start calling herself... did want to be desired, to be touched...and most of all, she couldn't wait to be fucked.
Image is of Eva Notty and is published by Brazzer.