Magazine Whore [TG]

Tier Reward for Matthew Nuckles

While cleaning out a relative's abandoned apartment, Tony comes across a strange porn magazine that transforms him the more he reads. 

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Tony sighed in annoyance as he shoved open the door to his uncle's old apartment. Newspapers stacked high along the hallway made it almost impossible to open the door and forced him to shimmy down the hall to find the kitchen. Boxers and piles of random items were all over the place. 

“God, this is going to take forever.”

Tony didn’t even know his Uncle Dale that well. He hadn't met the guy since he was a kid. He didn't even show up at his dad's funeral a few years ago, that was how estranged they were. But apparently, he was the only living family the government could find, and that meant he had to be the one cleaning out his apartment when he disappeared. According to the building manager, he hadn't seen Dale in over a year. The last time anybody was even seen entering or leaving the apartment was a woman who the manager had assumed was a prostitute.

“A real fancy one, too, big fake tits and all. Don't know how Dale could afford a girl like that seeing as he only sat around collecting random crap all day to sell at pawn shops.”

Tony lifted a pile of newspapers from the 1970s and grimaced; if this was the stuff Dale had considered worth keeping, he doubted very much he made anything from pawning. 

“I’d better find some old collectables I can sell to make this worth it.” Tony groaned and set about cleaning. 

He shoved piles of random trash into bags and started piling them up by the door or as close to the door as he could get. He set about dismantling the towers of magazines and newspapers there to try and make more room, but he felt a subtle shift in the structure that made him wince.

“Oh crap.”

The whole tower came tumbling down over him, paper and plastic everywhere. There were so many that Tony couldn’t even see the floor or the bags he’d been meticulously filing. 

“Goddamn it.”

He did his best to gather everything up, scanning the titles as he went; there was everything from Playboys to Guns and Ammo. He grabbed what looked like a random porn magazine when he paused; there was something different about this one. For starters, he’d never heard of the title before ‘Good Girls to Bad’. Secondly, it looked brand new, with none of the wear, tear or fading all the other magazines seemed to have. This could have just come straight off the shelf. A woman with large, beautiful eyes stared seductively from the cover, her expression starkly contrasting her conservative nun outfit. Curiosity piqued, he flipped it open. 

“Nothing but pictures, eh? Guess they knew why people were buying.” He chuckled.

The first photo spread showed a woman wearing a conservative outfit: long sleeves, a high collar, gloves, a skirt that covered her ankles, and hair up high and half hidden under a hat. Her face, though, was just like the one on the front: seductive and slightly nervous, like a woman grappling with her own desires. Bored, Tony flipped to the next page. 

Another woman, in a slightly more revealing version of the same outfit. She was splayed across a chaise lounge, lifting the hem of the skirt to show off her ankles like some sort of Victorian-era peep show. Tony couldn’t help but snort; what was this? Some sort of porn magazine for the most conservative religious guy out there? The following few spreads showed the same woman posing seductively in various locations around the lounge. It was actually a little comical, watching her bite her lip seductively while bending over the longue to show off her ass, except there was nothing to see, thanks to the skirt. It was honestly sort of boring, and yet, Tony couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

Finally, the next photo showed the woman looking deep into the camera, her eyes felt like they were boring into his soul. Her fingers unlaced the buttons that held her high neckline together. The shot showed only the tiniest glimpse of clavicle, and yet, Tony felt arousal starting to stir in him. Maybe that was the idea, to reveal her slowly to entice you in. It worked. Tony turned the page where her shirt was now fully unbuttoned, the sides of two large breasts pressing together, braless, peeking out. Tony swallowed, unbuttoning his own shirt without even realising he was doing it. 

The woman parted the shirt on the next page, finally showing off those gorgeous breasts. They were full and curvaceous; the fact that they were hiding underneath the shirt made all the other images that came before retroactively so much sexier in his memory. Tony traced a finger down his own chest. It was tingling, and he groaned in pleasure as he circled his own nipples and massaged the soft flesh there. His breasts were just as nice as that woman's. 

He was flipping the pages faster and faster now, watching her slowly remove more clothing. She shrugged off the shirt entirely to pool around her feet. There was a quick, painful snap as Tony’s own shoulders changed, turning sloped and gentle just like hers. But the pleasure that he got from looking at the magazine more than made up for it. 

Without meaning to, Tony found himself half-copying the poses as he flipped through. He brought his fingers to his lips, bit down on his nails and tasted the bright red polish that had magically appeared on both the models’ fingers and his own. He traced down his jawline, feeling it soften beneath the sharp, perfectly manicured nails and shivering. The slightest hint of paint from them made the pleasure building in his lower stomach all the stronger. 

Which was how he found himself mysteriously standing, thumb hooked into the seam of his pants—no wait, his skirt, ready to lower it. Had he been wearing a skirt when he got here? He must have because why else would he be able to feel the air flowing between his legs and the fabric swishing against his ankles? He copied the pose of the model, first slowly lowering the dress, the next with it around her feet. 

The woman looked scandalised. She was wearing a pair of lacy white panties partially hidden by her hand. Tony cupped his own groin, feeling his manhood slowly melt away. There was heat and wetness beneath his fingers now and he groaned, fuck he was so turned on. He didn't even care that he could feel his hips stretching and his waist cinching. All Tony cared about was flipping to the next page, where the woman was now posing against the chaise lounge again. This time in nothing but her panties and a pair of slutty heels. 

Her updo fell around her face now, wild as if a lover's fingers had tousled it. He traced over the image with his sharp, red nail and felt his own hair fall down at the same time. It tickled the back of his neck and the smell of hairspray wafted into his nose. That and the scent of sex. He was so wet he could smell it in the air and apparently, the model must have felt the same because the next picture had her legs spread, face torn between aroused and embarrassed as she noticed the wet patch spreading across those pretty panties. 

Tony shuddered; he could feel the same thing happening to him. Warm wetness soaked through the fabric of his panties and into the dark, curly hair between his legs. The wetness was viscous and sticky, and suddenly, the idea of keeping those panties on a single second longer was like torture. He couldn't take them off, though; his eyes were glued to the magazine pages, and now the woman in the pictures was playing with herself. Pressing a finger to the front of those wet panties and letting her eyes roll back. 

“Ooooh god…”

His voice, no, it had to be the woman. Why else would it sound so feminine? So slutty. God, she was moaning like a whore as he pressed a finger to his clit over and over. On the next page, she slipped a finger inside, and so did Tony. It was so hard to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head from the pure pleasure. 

Finally, the woman in the magazine was fully naked. A double-page spread showed her in nothing but her heels, furiously playing with her clit. So much so that her hand was blurred in the image. Tony wasted no time copying her, his own panties discarded in seconds. 

“Ahhhh, oooh oh yes! Yes!”

Tony shuddered and came, one hand gripping the edge of the magazine so tight it almost tore. His fingers were still trembling as he turned the page again. Unable to stop himself.

“Oh fuck.”

The woman wasn't done. She was getting dressed again. But this time, her outfit was the most whorish thing Tony had ever seen. No underwear at all, just a tight-fitting, red and purple mini dress that barely covered her pussy, let alone her thighs. The woman struggled to squeeze her giant tits into the dress, and Tony felt his lungs struggling as the same fabric appeared on his body. 

He placed the magazine down on the kitchen table, having somehow wandered in from the hall while mesmerised by its pages. He copied each pose the model made: sticking out his ass, cupping his breasts, even reaching between his legs to pleasure himself more. With each new picture, the model got sluttier; her lips got fuller, her breasts bigger, her make-up more overt. Her dark hair was bleached blonde, and Tony felt his own hair crackle with dye in turn. Tony licked his lips, tasting the cherry lipstick that coated them on his tongue as he orgasmsed again. He just couldn't stop. No amount of pleasure was enough, he needed more. 

Tony whimpered as he posed and came, posed and came, over and over again, never reaching satisfaction. Finally, the pages began to thin, there were only a few more spreads left now. He didn't want it to be over! He needed more! Then, for the first time, other people began to appear in the pictures. Men, of all shapes and sizes. Tony groaned, cumming from the sight alone as the woman began to suck one of them off, then spread herself for another. She was fucked in so many positions; at one point she was even sucking a guy off on her hands and knees while another ploughed into her. 

Finally, he had reached the point he couldn’t copy. There were no men here, nobody to pleasure or be pleasured by. His hole ached in a way he knew fingers could never satisfy. Finally, he turned the final page, and there was the woman, in the middle of an orgy, face twisted in pure pleasure as she came, forever. Tony wanted that; he wanted it so badly. Finally able to look away from the magazine, his eyes found the window and gasped in pure pleasure. The woman was back! Looking back at him in his own reflection. The magazine had made him into her! And if that was the case, then he could experience all the pleasure she had if only she would go and find it. 

Toni, had been born, and she planned on milking this new life for all it was worth. With a smile on her red lips, she ran for the door. Ready to take on the world and as many men as this new body of hers could handle.