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Slots II
By Julie O.
Joe Donovan was driving through downtown Las Vegas. He considered himself an
"Investigative Reporter" but most others though of him as a hack writer for
supermarket scandal sheets. He was working on an actual story for a change.
Most of the stuff he wrote was made up. He had a talent for it, but he longed
to be a legitimate reporter. To be truthful he really didn't make up entire
stories. He took pieces of the truth and exaggerated them. However, he had
also seen some incredible stuff, but it was next to impossible to get anyone
to believe him. The funny thing was that some of his best work was laughed at
as being total fiction. Joe knew differently. He had once camped out near
Area 51 for three weeks and saw an actual UFO land and watched as the aliens
met and communicated with USAF personnel. He had it all, video, still photos
and then the Government agents swept down on him and took everything. OK, he
had been trespassing slightly, but they had no reason to treat him so badly.
He had investigated stories of ranging from alien abductions to vampires. He
was amazed how most people have no idea of all the bizarre things out there.
But lately he had focused on sexual transformation. He tracked down rumors of
men being changed into women by various methods. So far every lead and story
proved to be just another urban myth. Still he had seen enough strange things
in his life to know that the possibility of this existed. And if he could
find proof then he might move up to the legitimate press or at least a cable
news network. They would have to see that he was a great investigative
reporter. He would do anything to get the story.
That night Joe was going to spend his night talking to the working girls.
Actually they had given him leads on many of his best stories. They were
exposed to much of the weird things happening in town. They also heard
stories from their Johns. Men told hookers all kinds of things, thinking it
will stay with them. If they only knew the truth! If there were someone out
there with a real story of sexual transformation they would hear about it. So
it would cost him a few bucks and some drinks but it was worth it. Besides he
liked their company.
Not that he needed to use prostitutes. Getting women wasn't a problem for
Joe. He was 32, 6-3, dark brown hair, well built. He considered himself a
great lover and he never had any complaints. He didn't like to admit it but
he sometimes did more than get news tips from the girls. He tried to justify
it by telling himself that they were professional and were better than
regular women. But deep down he knew this wasn't true, it was the very sleazy
nature of it all that turned him on. He liked the girls who really dressed
the part. He wasn't into the high-class call girls, rather he liked the girls
who dressed and acted very slutty. He knew many of them were professionals
not because of the money; rather it was for the sex. That suited him fine.
The night went slowly. He picked up a few good stories for adaptation that
would fill his quota for the week, but nothing on his main story. He was
about to give up for the night when he decided to see a certain hotel
bartender.
Joe arrived at the bar around 3:00 AM. It was empty except for the usual
crowd, which at this time meant two alcoholics and a hooker. He sat down and
waved Dan the bartender over. "I got your page, so what have you got for me?"
said Joe, was he slipped a few bills to Dan.
"Well you won't believe this one." Replied Dan "Well, knowing you my friend
you probably will believe it."
"Dan, we are not friends and I will judge how good your info is." Said Joe
with a smirk on his face.
"OK, a few nights a go a really hot chick came in the bar. She looked kinda
familiar, but I couldn't quite remember her name. Anyway she acted like she
knew me and started flirting with me." Dan then noticed one of the drunks at
the end of the bar waving to him. "Be right back Joe."
Joe thought to himself, this is great seems like another wild goose chase. In
a few minutes Dan was back.
"Sorry for the interruption, but that guy tips pretty good. Anyway where was
I? Said Dan.
"You were telling me about some piece of ass that was coming onto you"
Answered Joe.
Dan smiled "Joe she wasn't just "a piece of ass" she was incredible, huge
tits, great ass the works! Anyway she stayed here the whole night teasing and
coming onto me. We ended up going back to my place. Without going into
details, let me say she was the best fuck I've ever had."
"And?" said Joe, looking annoyed. "I didn't pay you to hear of your latest
conquest." Dan put his hand up and leaned over to Joe. " Of course there is
more. In between sessions, we were lying there and I was trying to get her to
tell me where she knew me. She rolled over and showed me a tattoo on her ass
and asked me if that helped jog my memory." His voice lowered so that Joe
could barely hear him.
"She had a small tattoo of a bull on her cheek. It looked identical to the
one I got with a buddy in school. It was our school mascot. I asked her what
this meant and she we were team mates. I started to freak thinking I had just
had sex with a transsexual. She saw my panic and told me to calm down. It was
then she told me the story"
Joe's eyes opened up and nodded and said "Go on."
"Well" said Dan, "She told me that she had been transformed into a woman by,
you won't believe this, by a magic slot machine. She kept calling it a slut
machine, because it didn't just change her sex but it made her into a total
sex addict. She said that she just couldn't get enough and totally addicted
to cum. She said that it gave her a new identity and that she totally loved
being a woman."
Joe interrupted "So did she tell where this slot machine is?"
Dan looked at Joe. "Not exactly. She said it was at a small garage off the 15
between here and the Cali border. She said that she was getting her car
repaired and she played it to pass the time and that it gradually changed her
into a complete woman. I thought it sounded like BS but I would rather
believe it than to think the best night of sex in my life was with either a
wacko or some sort of freak."
Joe looked at Dan "Nice PC way of putting it Dan." He had him tell him every
detail he could remember. He then slipped Dan a few more bills. "Call me if
she comes back, here is my cell number."
Joe walked out. "A garage off the main road between here and the California
border, shit that is a lot of mileage to cover and I doubt it will be in the
Yellow Pages." Thought Joe. He decided to go to bed and come up with a plan
when his mind was clearer.
Joe was surprised how easy it was to find the garage. Using the Internet and
some aerial map websites he quickly narrowed down his search to 3 possible
sites. He was able to delete two from the list by checking on county tax
roles. So now he knew where it was, but how to see if it worked? The last
thing he wanted was to end up as a nympo slut seducing Dan. But he would need
to see if it worked. There had to be a way.
Sometimes inspiration comes in the strangest packages. As Joe sat at his desk
thinking, Steve Hoffman, the newest reporter for the paper, interrupted him.
Joe looked at all new reporters as potential competition for his job and in
this case he was right. Steve had a strong interest in the bizarre and was a
pretty good writer. He was also younger and well liked.
"What are you thinking about Joe?' asked Steve.
It was then when it came to Joe, all of his problems would be solved in one
swift stroke. "I have to make a little road trip out to the desert to check
out a possible alien landing site. I was thinking that I could use some
company and was wondering if you would like to come along?" replied Joe,
trying to act sincere.
Steve looked at him with some suspicion, " So what's in it for me?"
"Well I am thinking about giving up these investigations of the unknown and I
want to turn it over to someone who is worthy." Said Joe, hoping that Steve
believed him.
Steve smiled "Sure it sounds interesting when do you want to go?"
Joe stood up, grabbed his camera bag. "Now come on it you want to go."
Steve looked around and said "Great I'll go grab my stuff and meet you out in
parking garage."
Joe smiled to himself. It was coming together. He would stop at the garage
and pretend that there was a car problem. He would then get Joe to play the
machine and he would record the transformation and it would be his ticket out
of this dump. "Hell, if Steve turns out to as hot as Dan said I might even
get laid a few times to top it all off." Though Joe. The idea of transforming
a rival into his willing slut gave Joe a hard on.
The drive out of Vegas was uneventful. Joe made small talk with Steve to keep
him at ease. They reached the exit and turned off the I-15 onto a smaller
road. After a few miles Joe knew they were getting closer to the garage. When
he saw it come into view he pretended that the engine sounded funny. When
they pulled into the lot, Joe acted quickly. He popped the hood and quickly
sabotaged his engine. Nothing serious but it would cause the necessary delay.
He watched as an old man came out of the office and walked towards his car.
"What's the problem?" mumbled the old man.
Joe looked him over. He definitely fit the way he expected him to look. His
face was grizzled and deeply tanned. These desert loners all had that same
strange look. His clothes were old and cover with oil stains. His hands huge
hands were scared and showed the years of working on engines. "Engine started
acting up a few miles back, losing power, hesitating. We were lucky you are
open. Said Joe.
"Well, let me take a look, you can go and wait over there." He said pointing
to a room attached to the main garage. "Ain't much, but at least the A/C
works."
Steve and Joe walked over to the waiting area. Once inside, Joe looked
around; there was an old beat up couch, a radio, a coke machine and an end
table covered with old magazines. There was also a door to the restrooms, no
slot machine.
Joe though to himself. "There had to be more, this had to be the right place,
everything is how Dan described it." Steve looked bored and disgusted with
the whole series of events. Joe worried that if this didn't pan out then he
would have a lot of questions to answer when they got back to Vegas.
Just then the grizzled old man walked in. "Well I got some good news and some
bad news for you. First off I found the problem with the engine, just some
loose wires. You must have knocked them loose on that goat path they call a
road. But you also cracked a brake line. I can fix it but it will take a few
hours."
"This just went from bad to worse." Though Joe. Not only are we stuck here,
but also I actually damaged my car. "OK I guess I have no choice, can't drive
without brakes."
Just then Steve piped in. "Say Pops, you got any newer reading material than
these?" Steve was holding up a Time magazine from Feb. 1990.
The old man smiled and mumbled something like he had something better than a
magazine and walked out. Joe looked at Steve and said. "Let me see that, I am
curious to see how that whole Gulf War thing worked out."
As Steve tossed him the old magazine the door sung open as the old man
brought in a slot machine on a dolly. "Here this should keep you occupied for
a while. Don't worry it works fine." He said as he plugged it in. He set up a
stool in front of it. " I don't leave it out as I don't have a license for
it." With that he walked out.
Joe had to fight back his excitement. It existed and he was about to get the
scoop of the century. As calm as he could he looked at Steve and said "You
first, I never have any luck with these things." He couldn't believe it the
slut machine actually exists!
Steve walked up the machine and sat down. He fed a few dollars into it. Joe
stood back with anticipation. He wondered how long it would take until Steve
hit the right combination and started to change.
"Hey check it out the fruit on the rollers are different, they are all parts
of women's bodies" Yelled out Steve.
Joe walked closer and saw with his own eyes that it was true. He began to
urge the machine to come up with a triple. Dan had told him that any triple
would cause the user to change to match the symbols. Steve came close but so
far no triples. Joe was getting impatient and hung over Steve's shoulder
watching each roll with eager anticipation.
Just then as Steve was pulling down the arm, he stopped and tugged at it.
"Looks like it is stuck" he said and tried to pull it again.
Joe in his eagerness said, "Here let me try." And with that pulled at the
arm, suddenly it went down all the way. Joe's eyes were fixated on the dials
as they came up one at a time.
Joe found himself staring at 3 luscious vaginas. He didn't look for long as
he suddenly felt a warm sensation spreading through his groin. He slipped his
hand down his pants and felt that a pussy had replaced his cock and balls.
His fingers involuntarily began to slip into his new opening. He was
overwhelmed in a wave of pleasure as his fingers began to rub against his
clit.
He was snapped back into reality by Steve's voice, "Here I think you better
take my seat Miss." Without thinking or hesitation he sat down and began to
pull down the arm again. "How could this happen? I had it all covered!" he
though to himself.
He looked at the rollers and saw that the vaginas were now cocks. So he would
have to hope for a triple to return to normal. Steve didn't say a word; he
just sat back on the couch and smiled. The next roll came up another triple,
this time it was three lovely female asses.
Once again Joe felt the warm sensation that accompanied the transformation.
His pants felt too tight and without hesitation he pulled them off. He looked
down and saw that he now had a round full ass and hips to match. Additionally
his waist was much smaller and petite. There was another change; he was
getting horny. He found it impossible to keep his hand away from his pussy.
He was nice and wet now and his fingers slipped easily in and out of his
pussy.
He looked over at Steve and saw that he seemed to be enjoying the whole show.
Suddenly he had a wild urge to give Steve a better show. He slipped off his
boxers and tossed them on the floor. He was naked except for his shirt. He
saw that Steve shifted to get a better look of him finger fucking himself, or
should that be finger fucking herself. Joe began to sense a growing
acceptance of becoming female. He tried to fight it, but the waves of
pleasure seemed to make concentrating on anything so difficult.
He pulled the arm a few more times until the next triple. This time it was
three sets of legs. Joe looked at her legs as they changed before her eyes.
They became smooth and hairless and much slimmer. Her toenails turned a
bright red. Jo though it was a nice color and made her feet look sexy.
From the waist down Jo was completely female now and that seemed to
accelerate her transformation. As she pulled the arm down she began to wonder
if Steve had a big cock and how it would feel in her body. The idea of
changing back to a male was quickly disappearing with each pull. She took off
her shirt and tossed it into the trashcan next to the soda machine. Being
naked felt very natural to her.
The next pull gave her slender female arms and lovely long nails on her
fingers. The color matched her toes, which made her very happy. As she pulled
the arm again she heard Steve ask her a question.
"So there was no alien landing site was there Jo? Asked Steve.
"No there wasn't Steve, came her meek reply.
"Well honey you are starting to look much better so keep pulling that arm,
but don't stop playing with yourself!" Said Steve with a laugh.
Jo could only giggle and nodded yes as she continued her one-way trip to
becoming a complete slut.
The next pull gave her a woman's face and hair. Her blonde locks seem to form
a flowing hairstyle around her face. She could see her reflection in the
machine and saw a very sexy woman looking back at her. The face was instantly
familiar. Jo knew she was looking at herself. And she loved the way she
looked. She looked down and saw her small patch of public hair turn blonde.
Steve leaned over and said "Hmmmm, I love natural blondes!"
Jo moaned in pleasure. Jo now looked around 21 and had big doe like eyes,
high cheeks and big full lips. She licked them and though about what she used
to call them "cock sucking lips".
Steve then asked her another question "You planned on transforming me didn't
you slut!" Jo found she was suddenly very submissive. "You are right Steve, I
wanted to get a major news story and transforming you seemed the easiest way
to prove this thing existed." Her voice was now very soft and feminine. She
also got a chill out of the way Steve called her a slut. She had sudden
memories of the shame she had initially felt when the other girls called her
that. Then she turned it around. She used her sexuality to steal their
boyfriends. She smile thinking she even seduced some of those "oh so proper"
girls and had wild sex with them. "Yes I am a slut and I am proud of it," she
said to herself.
"Keep pulling the arm honey and I might take you back to Vegas with Me." said
Steve. "However you better get some tits, I hate women with a flat chest"
Jo obeyed and pulled the arm a few more times. Suddenly 2 pairs of breasts
popped up and Jo squealed in delight as her chest felt all warm. She watched
in delight as her breasts grew out. Her nipples grew in proportion. She
looked down at the cleavage and smiled. Having big full breasts were a
definite benefit when one works as a striper and as a call girl. He hands
were moving back and forth from her pussy to her nipples. She looked down and
saw that the machine was flashing "High Score".
As requested she typed in her name "Jo-Ann Donovan". There was a loud bang as
a small package felt out into the coin tray. It was a woman's wallet and it
contained all her identification. Jo knew she had once been a 32-year-old
male reporter, but her overriding memories were that she was now 21 and an
exotic dancer and sometimes call girl in Vegas. She looked over at Steve and
walked over to him. He told her to turn around and she obeyed. "Nice, no tan
line. You obviously take care of your body." Said Steve with a smile. Jo
stood before him, she felt smaller and for the first time noticed she was
much shorter than before. She was still tall for a girl and at 5-11, her 38-D
breasts looked very proportional. She felt pride in that she didn't need
implants.
Her eyes fell to Steve's lap and saw his cock was out. He motioned her down
and without a word she began to lick and suck his cock. It all felt very
natural to her. She had done so many guys that what was one more cock. The
little bit of her that was still Joe cried out but was drowned out in Jo's
moaning in pleasure as she fingered herself as she sucked off Steve.
Steve was amazed how good his former co-worker was at sucking cock. He laid
back and enjoyed her work as he thought how lucky he was. Why if he hadn't
been following Joe that night their places might have been reversed. He was
just going to scoop the "star reporter" but this was even better. He couldn't
believe his luck when Joe had invited him along on the trip. Now Joe was Jo
and her knees sucking him off.
He was also lucky that Dan had forgot to tell Joe that the machine won't hit
triples until the 15th turn. So tricking Joe was so easy. He would have to
reward Dan for that additional piece of information.
He moaned in pleasure and felt his cock tense up. He held her head down as he
came into her mouth, making sure she swallowed it all. Jo really was a
talented cocksucker. He might keep her around. She was too much a slut to
have as a girlfriend, but for the occasional jump in the bed, it would be
worth it to keep her around. He wondered if she was fucked as good as she
gave oral?
The old man came in and seemed oblivious to the scene in front of him. Jo was
naked and licking Steve's cock clean. He told Steve the car was fixed and
there were some clothes that might fit the "young lady".
As they drove back to Vegas Steve looked at Jo in her short leather skirt and
halter-top. The old man didn't have any panties for her and as she sat there
her pussy was showing. She had become such a slut in such a short period of
time. He thought how she had so willing let the man at the garage go down on
her. His thoughts shifted to the opening that would be at the paper. He was
sure to get it and then me could build up a reputation and get into real
news. He decided that he would keep the slut machine a secret and told the
old man not to worry. After all he might need to use it against any rival.
Jo was thinking about her life. She made pretty good money as a dancer and
even better as a call girl. The money for having sex was just icing on the
cake as she so enjoyed having sex. It dominated most of her thoughts. She
smiled thinking how she was the stereotypical blonde bimbo. She was also
hoping that Steve would take her home so she could feel his big cock in her
pussy.
He looked over at Jo and smiled. "Honey when we get back to town I will have
to go into work. I will drop you off at your place. I think you should go
over and see Dan, after all he made all this possible. Don't worry I want to
see you again."
Jo just nodded, she should be angry and seek revenge for what was done to
her. But her new urges were too strong. It was a big turn on knowing her past
and being aware of it while she has sex with men. She was also too turned on
by the idea of going to bed with Dan. She had always thought he was pretty
hot. She had to show her gratitude to him. Without his tip she never would
have found the slut machine.
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