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By Julie O.
It was a quiet afternoon at the old desert garage. It had been several days
since the old mechanic had gone out looking for a new victim. He would soon
get the urge to patrol the lonely stretch of Interstate 15 than ran from the
California border to Las Vegas. Patrol wasn't a good term. It was more like
hunting. He looked around his empire and gave a short laugh.
He was the proud owner of four old buildings in the middle of nowhere. His
garage was located a few miles off the interstate on an unmarked side road.
This gave him the privacy he both needed and craved. He had long forgotten
how long he had been out here. He barely knew the date. It didn't really
matter when you were immortal.
He concentrated and then his memories drifted back to that day back in 1965,
or was it 1966, when his life changed so drastically. He had been a minor
player on the strip. He tried to make his living at gambling but he never
seemed to win big. He supplemented his gambling money by doing odd jobs. He
did minor jobs for the Mob and at the same time worked as a snitch for the
cops. Playing both sides gave him a feeling of being important, it gave him
as much pleasure as the money. He lusted after power; he so wanted to be a
big shot.
It was a dangerous game and he was eventually caught. The Mob gave him a
choice, he could do some work for them or he could have his brains blown out.
He sometimes wondered if he should have taken the second option.
The jobs given him were unpleasant. He was given the task of dumping bodies
in the desert. He would drive them out and dig a hole, dump the body in the
hole then cover up all traces. It was hot dirty work and it put him at risk
of ending up like the poor bastards he disposed of.
However one day when he was digging a grave he found an old jar. It was
covered with ancient markings and he figured that he could take it into town
and sell it for a few bucks. However his curiosity got the best of him and he
wondered what was inside. He looked at the seal and without thinking he broke
it open. It had never occurred to him that the seal was actually a warning.
There had been a huge cloud of smoke and a sound like thunder. He fell to the
ground and looked up to see what looked like a person standing in front of
him. Except it wasn't really a person. It was like a shadow figure. It had no
legs and seemed to be hovering above the ground. A tentacle of darkness came
from the figure and wrapped around his head. He felt like he mind was being
touched. He felt himself feeling weak and then everything went black.
When he came to the being was still hovering near him. He didn't see a mouth
on the thing, but he could it hear it talking.
"I must thank you for releasing me," it said.
He rubbed his eyes and stared at it and was about to ask a question.
"No questions human. I will grant you three wishes and then I must explore
this world. It was been too long since I tasted greed, lust, and other vices
and I must investigate this "Las Vegas" that you come from. Now make your
choices before I change my mind," it stated.
He remembered his foolishness and how fast he stated his wishes. He had
requested to live forever, to have his own empire, and to have a never-ending
supply of women.
The being turned darker and then swept over him. When he awoke he was in the
garage. He instinctively that he was now the owner. He looked around and saw
a run down garage. There was a feeling that time had no effect on this place.
The sign over the office read "The Empire Garage".
He looked around his "empire" today. It looked almost the same. Maybe a bit
more dirty and rusty, but it had been over 30 years since he first arrived.
The sign above the office was now faded and he could barely read it. Maybe
someday he would repaint the sign.
He looked old and grizzled yet he felt as young as he had back in 1965. He
looked down at the faded patch on his coveralls. It said Joe. It wasn't his
real name, but that didn't matter. His real name had faded away from his
memory years ago.
He then thought about his last wish, to have an endless supply of beautiful
sexy women. He had to admire the way the spirit had granted the last wish.
The spirit had given him the cursed slot machine that transformed men into
lustful sluts. All he had to do was find some victim and bring them back to
the garage and the machine took care of the rest. The sex was incredible. No
matter how lovely they looked after they changed, they were all addicted to
sex. They didn't care about his looks, they only wanted sex.
These women usually ended up in Vegas or LA as dancers or sex workers. It
didn't matter to him. What else could they do? He liked to think that he was
responsible for many of the best looking bimbos in the Southwestern United
States.
He discovered that he could now control their looks. All he had to do was
think hard enough and they would transform as he pictured them. He had a
thing for blondes and red heads. He also liked giving them exaggerated
figures, huge tits, thin waists, big hips and ass. He didn't care for the
thin supermodel look. He liked his women with some meat on their bones.
Sometimes he had fun with the transformations. Once he had found a broken
down pick-up truck on the side of the road. The two men in it were both
racists and had been at a KKK rally. He turned one of them into a beautiful
black woman. He remembered fondly her lovely huge tits. The other one he
turned into a blonde bimbo who only wanted sex with black men and women. He
made sure that they retained enough of their old memories to know remember
their lives, but their sexual carvings were too strong for them to resist.
Another time he had a car full of white yuppie frat boys. They were rude and
obnoxious. He had debated how to change them, when one of them gave him some
inspiration. One of them made a joke about Japanese cars and they soon were
all talking in fake accents and joking and laughing. He turned them all into
Japanese bimbos and ensured they spoke English with a heavy accent.
Most of the time now he just let the machine do its thing without his input.
He liked being surprised. It didn't bother him that he was having sex with
someone that used to be male. He had stopped being picky back in 1968.
Over the years he discovered that he was stuck in a 50-mile radius of the
garage. As he got farther away from the garage he began to feel discomfort,
to try to leave the area resulted in extreme pain and aging. He had last
tried to leave two years ago and his body was wracked in pain. He had aged
almost ten years in a few seconds. The pain forced him to turn around and as
he returned back to his empire he slowly recovered and his body slowly
returned back to "normal"
He only hope was that the spirit would return and allow him to leave. But he
doubted that would happen anytime soon. Besides he really liked the sense of
power he got when he watched his victim transform. Sometimes he wondered if
he enjoyed the power more than the sex he got from the girls. The sex was
excellent, but the feeling he got while he watched the poor bastard become an
oversexed slut was so much better. He would tremble in pleasure as he watched
the victim change. Sometimes the sensation he got from watching them change
was so satisfying that he let them go without having sex with them. He saw
that the sun would be setting soon, the urge was growing, and it was time to
go hunting.
Back in Vegas a married woman sat in a hotel bar. Dan the bartender knew the
type well. She looked tired and weary of her present life. Her husband was
probably an insurance salesman from Riverside CA or something like that. He
was most likely in the casino or back in some hotel room with a hooker
getting laid.
"Can I refill your drink?" he asked
"Sure, why not?" she said.
Dan refilled her glass, "Here you go. I'm Dan," he said as he pointed to his
name tag, "Let me know if you need anything.
She looked up and smiled, "OK Dan, thanks. By the way I'm Rita," she said.
She gave him a weak smile and wondered why she hadn't met someone like him
instead of Vic.
"Nice to meet you Rita," said Dan.
He usually didn't go for married women. There really was no need. For some
reason his bar had become a magnet for really hot women. True many of them
were working girls, but they all seemed so oversexed that he was almost never
turned down. He thought about a really hot blonde he was with a couple of
times. She told him that she used be a man and had been transformed by a
magic slot machine. He figured she was just messing with his head. She was
way too hot to have ever been a guy.
He returned his attention to Rita and he checked her out. She was in her late
twenties, red hair, nice body, and big boobs. He thought that her husband
must be a real asshole to leave her alone. He then noticed the fading bruise
on the side of her face. She had done an expert job concealing it. So the
bastard hit her too.
Just then her husband returned. He was in his mid 30's. He looked like he was
once in pretty good shape, but he was letting himself go. He was developing a
slight beer gut and had a receding hairline. Dan thought that Rita definitely
deserved better than him.
"Come on honey, we gotta get going," he said, as he almost pulled her off the
barstool.
"OK Vic, why the big hurry?" she said.
"I want to beat the traffic. Come on," he said.
Dan watched them leave. He really couldn't stand jerks like that. But there
was nothing he could do about it.
As they left Vegas the sun was just setting. Rita pretended she was asleep as
they headed on I-15 towards California. She really didn't want to talk to him
right now. She couldn't believe she had misjudged Vic so badly. She had
thrown away her career to become his wife. Almost all her friends had said
she was making a mistake in getting married to him. She now knew they were
right. He treated her like he owned her and sometimes he hit her. And now she
knew that he was fooling around on her. Maybe she should contact that divorce
lawyer.
She was jarred awake by the sensation of the car slowing down and pulling off
the road. She must have actually fallen asleep. Vic was cursing as they
glided to a stop. She knew not to ask him what was wrong. It would only make
him more angry.
"This is just great, the stupid car breaks down in the middle of nowhere," he
said, "See if you reach AAA on the cell phone."
Rita tried but she couldn't get a dial tone. They must be in dead zone for
the phone. "Sorry but I can't get a line," she said.
He grabbed the phone from her and tried it himself. "Shit!" he yelled.
Rita looked around she didn't see any other cars on the road. That seemed
kind of strange. She wondered if they were still on the main road. Just then
she saw the headlights of an approaching truck.
Joe felt that wonderful sensation that he had another victim. When he was
hunting he never saw any other cars. It figured it was part of the magic. He
saw the couple standing by the car as he pulled off the road. Couples were
interesting as the machine sometimes changed the woman as well as the man. He
got a strange feeling when he saw the wife, suddenly could sense her pain and
troubles. He knew that he had to help her.
"Hmmm, I think I'll enjoy transforming this one," he said to himself.
He got out and walked over to the car. "Need help?" he asked.
Vic looked at the grungy looking old man. "Car just died. Do you take AAA?"
he asked.
"AAA? They stopped working this area in 65. I am the only tow truck out this
way. Don't worry I'm not going to rip you off," he said, "Let me take a look
at your car."
For some reason Vic suddenly felt very relaxed and stepped aside. Rita was a
bit shocked at how passive he had become. The old man popped the hood and
looked in. He tried a few things and then closed the hood.
"I'll have to take you back to my garage. I think I can have you back on the
road in shortly," said Joe.
They arrived back at the garage. Rita was a bit worried when she looked
around. The garage was old and seemed to be held together by rust. She walked
along side Vic as the old man took them to his waiting area. Rita looked
around and saw that it wasn't much, but at least it looked clean. There was a
couch, a coffee table with really old magazines on it, a TV and a soda
machine. She sat down and noticed a box of clothes next to the couch. There
was pile of men's clothes in it. They seemed to be the newest things in the
room. It was quite a mix of styles and sizes. She thought it was a odd place
for a donation box.
Vic plopped down on the couch. He seemed strangely quiet since the old man
picked them up. His normal behavior would be to throw a temper tantrum. She
looked outside and saw the old man moving what looked like a slot machine on
a dolly. He backed through the door and set it up against the wall.
"This might keep you amused while I work on your car. It works, I just keep
in the back to prevent anyone stealing it when I'm out on the road," he said.
Vic looked at Rita and shrugged his shoulders, "Why no? There doesn't seem to
be anything else to do," he said.
She watched him sit down on the stool in front of the machine. Gambling bored
her and she decided to go and get her book out of the car. As she walked
across the gravel parking lot she could hear the noise from the machine. She
reached into the car and grabbed her book.
The old man looked over at her and said, "Don't worry it will all be better
soon."
Too bad he was only talking about the car she thought. As she walked back to
the waiting area she heard Vic scream.
When she got in his back was turned to her. "What's wrong Vic?" she asked.
He turned around slowly and she was stunned by what she saw. Vic's arms were
folded over his chest. He dropped them down and it looked like he had a huge
pair of breasts.
"I was playing the machine and I hit triples. There was a warm tingling on my
chest and I looked down.I suddenly starting growing tits!" said Vic.
Rita couldn't believe her eyes. Vic's shirt was virtually popping open due to
his breasts. She looked at the machine and saw that the triples on the
machine were all symbols of a man's chest. The other symbols were all female
body parts.
She looked back at Vic. He had been forced to open his shirt. His breasts
were at least D-cup and Rita had to admit she was a bit jealous. She had a
nice pair of breasts, but Vic's were incredible. His nipples were large and
very erect. She was almost tempted to reach over and touch them.
"I don't know what to do?" said Vic in a whiney voice.
"Were these the triples you hit?" asked Rita, pointing to the machine.
"No they were 3 pairs of boobs. The machine changed me somehow. I'll kill
that old man!" said Vic angrily. "Kill him and you are stuck with those,"
said Rita pointing at Vic's breasts, "Maybe you can hit the triple chests and
win yours back."
"Yeah, maybe that will work," he said, as he sat down on the stool.
Rita sat on the arm of the couch and watched as he pulled the arm on the
machine. He saw that he was rubbing his nipples with his other hand. Rita had
always been a little curious about being with a woman. She had to admit that
she was a bit turned on watching Vic play with his breasts.
She didn't notice that he hit another triple until he cried out. She looked
up and saw that he had hit triple asses. He stepped off the stool and placed
his hands down on this hips. She watched as the began to change, getting
rounder and fuller. His waist was shrinking in proportion. Vic was forced to
pull his pants off and was standing there in his boxers. She estimated his
new proportions as 46-26-36! Unless his luck changed soon Vic would need to
get a new wardrobe and career.
He reached over and pulled the handle. Rita found herself almost wishing that
he would continue to lose. Vic played a few times, almost winning back his
chest. But then he hit another triple. Rita didn't have to look at the
machine to tell that he had lost again. His legs began to change from his
thick tree trunks to long slim smooth sexy legs. He pulled off his socks and
Rita saw that his toenails were now colored bright shiny red.
His muscular arms looked so out of place, on his feminized body. She hoped
that he would soon lose them. He seemed to block her out entirely. He just
kept pulling the arm. She couldn't tell if he was trying to win back his body
or complete the change. He then hit triples again.
Rita watched as Vic's face changed. The masculine face of Vic softened and
changed into a gorgeous vision of femininity. His permanent five o'clock
shadow disappeared. His lips became softer and fuller. Vic looked younger;
she looked like he was 21 or maybe a little younger. His hair grew long and
in fell down next to his face in large curls before his very eyes. Vic's hair
was no longer black, it changed color and in seconds he was a bleached
blonde. Rita had to admit he looked very sexy, but also very slutty. Vic now
looked one of those bimbos on the posters he had hanging in their garage.
Vic ran his hands across his face. He seemed to be falling in love with his
new look. He held his hands out in front of himself and stared at them. They
looked so out of place.
As he went back to playing, Rita was feeling very excited. She could feel
herself getting wet. The transformation of Vic into a woman was very erotic
and Rita felt new feelings in her awakening. She was tempted to reach over
and touch Vic, but something told her not to do so. She was content to watch
and to reach down under her own skirt. She was overcome by the urge to finger
and play with herself as she watched the metamorphosis of her husband.
Vic suddenly squealed in delight! Rita watched as Vic's arms began to change.
The arms became thin and hairless. Vic took off his shirt and watched as his
tattoos disappeared. He held out his hands and admired his new hands and
nails. They were the same color as his toenails.
"I'm almost there!" said Vic excitedly.
Rita was amazed by his new voice. It was so light and feminine. It fit Vicky
perfectly. Rita looked at her husband and in her mind made the gender change.
Vic was almost gone and the lovely Vicky was replacing him. Rita leaned back
on the couch and continued to pleasure herself. Her nipples were so hard now.
She unbuttoned her blouse and began to rub them. She was discovering pleasure
that she hadn't felt in years. The pain of the past few years of marriage was
fading away.
It didn't take long for Vicky to hit the last triple. She peeled off the
boxer shorts and watched as her vagina formed, completing her transformation.
The warmth in her pussy felt so good. She couldn't resist slipping her hand
down and touching herself. She saw "High Score" flashing on the screen and
she signed in her name. She knew that she was now Vicky Bruno, age 21,
resident of Las Vegas.
She looked over at Rita and saw she was on the couch with one hand under her
skirt and the other reaching into her blouse. Vicky was filled with lust for
this wonderful woman who was driving her back to Vegas.
Without a word she joined Rita on the couch and leaned over and gave her a
long deep kiss. They were soon exploring each other's bodies. Vicky slowly
undressed Rita and the two women began to kiss and touch each other.
Vicky's memories drifted into mind. She was going back to Vegas with her ex-
sister-in-law. Rita had been married to her older brother Victor. He had been
killed 6 months ago in a car crash. She had always lusted after her
sister-in-law and it felt so good being in her arms. But Vic wasn't
completely gone, he was just overwhelmed by Vicky.
Vicky knew that she was a dancer and escort in Vegas. She specialized in
doing married couples. She loved having sex with both men and woman. Getting
paid for sex was just icing on the cake, she would do it for free.
Rita became instantly aware of the changes. She knew that Vicky used to be
Vic. Looking at her hand she saw that her wedding ring was gone, and
instinctively she knew she was no longer married. She reached up and touched
the side of her face. The pain was gone, as was the swelling; it was as if it
had never happened. Her feeling towards women was also awoken. She
instinctively knew that she was bi-sexual now. Too bad Vic never gave her
pleasure like this, maybe things would have turned out differently.
Rita knew that she was going to Vegas to start her life over. Unlike the
oversexed Vicky, she knew that she was destined for a more conventional
career. Her sexual drive was increased but controllable. Rita also had a new
sense of confidence, she knew that she would be the one running her life from
now on. Instinctively she knew she was going to her new job as assistant
manager of one of the hotels. The old man came in and smiled as he saw the
two women on the couch. They were so into each other that he didn't want to
interrupt them. He would watch it all on video. He laid down a pile of
clothes for Vicky. He would have her before they left. But Rita was not to be
his. He knew that to try and have sex with her would result in him being
punished. No problem as Vicky would be enough. He had ensured he body would
be nicely proportioned. He wouldn't wait until his hands would be around her
lovely round ass.
Rita woke up on the couch and looked around for Vicky. She picked up her
clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed. She felt refreshed and
renewed by knowing she had been given a second chance. She entered the
waiting area and saw that the slot machine was missing. She instinctively
knew that Vicky was having sex with the old mechanic. Maybe this was part of
the payment for the change? Rita picked up her bag and checked her ID. She
was once again Rita Hampton. Before she left she scanned the room to see if
she had forgotten anything. There was a neat stack of male clothing in the
box. She picked up the shirt and vaguely recognized it. It looked like one
she had bought for Vic. She put the shirt back in the box with the others.
Rita looked at the box and wondered how many had been changed.
She found Vicky coming out of the garage looked very disheveled.
"Have a good time?" she asked Vicky, "You better go clean yourself up."
"Oh Rita he was so good! For an old man he really knows how to please a
woman," giggled Vicky.
Rita smiled and watched Vicky walk back to the waiting area. She was in a
tight spandex mini dress and was wearing 5" pumps. The dress was so tight it
looked like it was painted on her. She found that she slightly aroused as she
watched Vicky's hips sway. She shook her head when she realized that Vicky
wasn't wearing any panties. She would try and talk to that girl again.
As they drove into Vegas, Rita quizzed her roommate. Either she had no
memories of being Vic or they were too repressed. She hoped that Vic still
existed deep in this blonde oversexed bimbo. It would be nice poetic justice
for a man like him to become his own sexual fantasy.
Rita checked in at the hotel. She was looking forward to her new life. She
wondered when the cute bartender was working. She went into the bar and sat
down.
"Hi Dan, could you get me a glass of white wine," she asked.
He turned around and smiled at the attractive redhead, she looked familiar
but he couldn't quite place her name. Oh well, maybe he would get lucky
tonight.
Vicky arrived at her job and got ready for her shift. Another 6 hours of
having drunk businessmen and tourists lust after her body. She would be so
horny by end of her shift she thought. She smiled; she was always horny after
her shift
Vic wasn't as happy; it was as if he was watching what was happening in a
movie. He had no control over his body or his feelings. He was aware of
everything that had happened but he was too weak to resist the cravings for
sex. He tried but the urges were too strong. They were like an addiction,
with each sexual act he became more hooked. The more he fought the stronger
they got. The pleasure was overwhelming. His nipples needed to be touched,
pinched and sucked. He soon found himself needing a big hard cock deep in his
pussy or his mouth. He felt himself getting wet. It was hard to stay focused
when he got aroused and he seemed to be always aroused He wished that he
would fade away, but he somehow he was destined to live as Vicky.
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