Katy's Kock (Celebrity, transformation, excessive cum, exhibitionism)

Story by davyfoonster

here is a story I commisioned recently. its pretty silly, but I liked it. I wrote the general gist of the plot, and gentlemanstallion@gmail.com did the heavy lifting. He has a quick turnaround if your looking for somone to do writing.

anyway.

Katy Perry’s career was circling the drain, there was no doubt about it. Her last album had sold well, but “well” in her business was the first warning sign before things started rolling downhill. A woman her age, struggling to stay relevant in a game where the only ways to climb up are innovation, shock and intrigue, the odds were not in her favor. If you’re not climbing, you’re falling, that’s what she’d always been told. She needed something to shake up her public image and get her back on the front page with the younger, more spontaneous idols that had so eagerly snapped up her headlines while she was snoozing.

It wasn’t going to be easy, she knew that much right off the bat. She and her manager, a young redhead by the name of Stacy, had spent another long night together exhausting all of their options. Sex scandals were old hat, interracial relationships didn’t pull nearly as much as they used to, she couldn’t even pull out her tits on stage after Miley Cyrus made it her thing. They were running out of ideas and things were looking grim.

“So,” Stacy said, pulling up her glasses and massaging the bridge of her nose, “I really didn’t want it to come to this, but I’ve got a few absolute last resort plans.”

Katy, who had lost all will to sit and was flopped over on the couch, pulled her head up and asked limply, “Last resorts? Like what?”

Stacy said, “Well, I’ve got two: You can either marry Ed Sheran (I have no doubts he’ll agree out of the blue) or you can indulge in dangerous experimental overseas body modifications to make your appearance more striking on stage.”

Katy sat up so quickly she nearly fell back over, “WHAT? Are you fucking kidding me Stacy? I can’t believe you’d suggest I do something so disgusting to myself. Marry Ed Sheran? Christ. What was that second thing?”

“C’mere,” Stacy said, sliding her clipboard across the table towards Katy, “It’s a new procedure that’s been catching on in Japan. It’s called Futanization, and it allows young women to modify their bodies to include fully functioning male genitalia. It’s gotten so popular that 50% of all dicks in porn over there belongs to a woman.”

Katy cocked an eyebrow, “Okay? I mean that’s fucked up and kinda cool but I’m not really sure what it’s supposed to do with me. You know that I’m a singer and not a porn actress right?”

“Yes, and I’m familiar with the modicum of difference between the two professions, but what you’re not thinking about is the overlap between fans of you, and fans of porn of you.”

Katy narrowed her eyes at Stacy, “Porn of me… with a dick?”

Stacy smiled and fetched her tablet, laying it out on the table for Katy to see. With a few quick swipes and taps, she pulled up a website that she seemed to have saved especially for this occasion. It was full of poorly edited celebrity nudes, all of them women that were sporting impossibly sized pricks sloppily pasted onto their crotches. Most notably, there was far more edits of Katy than anyone else. It was simultaneously intriguing and terrifying.

“Wow,” Katy said, barely concealing the confused arousal on her face, “I think I look, well, kinda good.”

Stacy kept her smile focused on Katy as she flicked the window over to another webpage and said,

“And this is where they perform it: the Kusama Clinic. It’s not only the cleanest, quickest, and most exclusive place to get a Futanization done, it’s also the only one. They’ve perfected the procedure and only they perform it. They’ve done nearly 300 completely successful Futanizations this year alone.”

Katy, who had gone from skeptical to intrigued to the dawning of a new obsession deep in the back of her head, said to Stacy,

“Book me an appointment and a jet to Japan. I don’t know if I’m actually gonna sign up to get a schlong attached but I gotta at least talk to these guys about it. You made it sound way too good.”

With a shit eating grin on her face, Stacy whipped out her phone and got the earliest consultation with the clinic she could. Swinging around Katy’s name helped get them an appointment at the end of the week.

A week that Katy spend not-so-quietly flicking her bean to those sloppy shemale edits of her and her fellow starlets. She found herself getting increasingly obsessed with the crude captions that people included with them, ones that literally put words in her mouth about how she was going to throatfuck the viewer with her fat veiny cock until they saw stars. She fantasized about comparing dick sizes with other girls and not only shaming them but forcin

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