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The MILF Machine
By Dr. Beaubourg
Hey, how's it going? My name's Martin Campbell, although my friends call
me Marty. Some people call me Mrs. Campbell. If I like them, I let them
call me Helen. This is the story of how I came into the possession of the
magnificent MILF machine, and how it changed my life. Stick around and
maybe you'll get a few kicks.
Tall, white, and a little chubby. If anyone asked you about me, those'd
be the words to use. I'm just your average 25 year old with a story to
tell. Earlier this year I graduated from college. I landed a job in a
city not too far away from my hometown, and scrounged up enough money to
rent a decent apartment. As far as I knew, things were going smooth for
ol' Marty, or so I thought.
The day started with me breaking in the apartment, bringing in everything
I needed to live in this place comfortably. I hadn't brought in my own
bed, but my buddy Rob was going to drive in from my old dorm and bring up
my mattress. While I was waiting for Rob to show up, I decided to clear
out my eventual bedroom, just to make everything easier. Most of the
boxes and whatnot have been thrown out, but I thought I should double
check. I scoped the room once or twice, checking for anything left by the
apartment's last resident. I hadn't met him, but the landlord said he
was nuts. He was a crazy inventor who never shared any of his creations.
Hell, he hardly even left his apartment. But one thing's for sure; he was
one hell of a ladies man. According to the landlord, Women of all shapes
and sizes were seen entering and leaving his apartment at all times of
day and night. I could only wish have a fraction of his lady-killer
skills.
Just as I was ridding the closet of the last boxes, I noticed the
peculiar back wall. Behind the coatrack's dangling hangars stood a single
button. Unlabeled, I inspected it for a moment. What could it lead to?
Was it a trap, or did it open a secret door, leading to where he stashed
all of his inventions, too dangerous to see the light of day? After
several minutes of internal discussion, I decided that there was no way I
could live in this apartment without pushing that button, so why not?
Damn the consequences. I pushed the button with baited breath, waiting
for the secret door to slide open, or the trap to spring.
Instead, I heard a soft thunk. About a foot below the aforementioned
button the wall budged. Suddenly, out popped a drawer. Was I
disappointed? Perhaps, but my hopes were still high for what lay inside.
I removed the drawer from the wall, and moved into the kitchen to inspect
it. Blowing the mass of dust out of the box, I reached into the drawer
and grabbed its contents. Inside it laid a couple of notes, and something
I didn't know how to describe.
Imagine if someone had managed to fuse together a Game Boy, a portable
radio, and a manually operated whisk. That's the clunky device I held in
my dust-coated hands. Merged together with nails, screws, and hot glue,
this thing looked like shit. Did it even work? I seriously doubted it.
Upon further inspection, the words "MILF Machine" were stuck to the side,
probably from one of those old label printers.
"Geez. What a wreck. I should show Rob when he shows up," I said. Setting
the "MILF Machine" down, I turned my attention to the notes. Hastily
scribbled with pencil and sporting a visible coffee ring, the first note
said:
"Welcome! I hope you like the apartment! I've lived in this ol' place
for longer than I'd like to admit, and I've made many pleasant memories
in here, so I decided to share one with you. This is one of my very first
inventions, the magnificent MILF Machine! It may look crude, but it works
like a charm, I swear! Just make sure to follow the directions! Have fun
:)
~Doc"
"Geez, he writes like my grandma," I thought. Regardless, maybe there was
more to this MILF machine than I thought. I flipped the note over,
revealing the directions.
How to use the MILF Machine
Step 1: Spin the whisk for about 15 seconds for the device to charge.
Step 2: Use the Game Boy to pick your options! Select from race, body
type, clothes, and awareness.
Step 3: Extend the radio antenna and point it at your target. You can
pick yourself, if you so wish.
Step 4: Press start, and have fun! To return to normal, just shut the
Game Boy off.
"Weird" I thought, "Perhaps I should give this thing a try. The
instructions didn't even say what this thing does." Despite that, I
gripped the MILF machine, and started to crank the whisk. Thick rubber
bands rotated around the whisk blades and spun some sort of gyro,
producing sparks out the front. Despite my better judgment, I continued
to crank this strange contraption. My thoughts about the MILF machine
droned on, until I realize I've been cranking for over half a minute.
"Shit! This thing better not explode!" I said, checking it for any
melting or burning. Strangely enough, it was fine. Moving on to the next
step, I flicked on the game boy and was greeted with a pixelated screen
reading "MILF MACHINE OPTIONS". Sure enough, all of those options showed
up on the screen. Near the bottom of the selections was the "RANDOMIZE"
button. I thought to myself "Why not? I didn't even know if this thing
worked anyways." I extended the radio antenna from the front of the
device, and pondered "Wait a minute, what do I even use it on?!" Mulling
over the directions once more, I noticed the option to pick yourself as
the target of this madman's mechanism.
"So you use it on people...?" I speculated. I came to the conclusion that
it probably didn't do anything, just an elaborate hoax concocted by a
horny old man with a strange sense of humor. Why not try it once, and
then throw it away? That'll show him. I swiveled the antenna around,
directing it at myself point-blank. A moment passed before I brought my
finger to the start button. There was a slight fear that the MILF machine
would give me cancer or something even worse, but I ignored that. My
finger depressed the grey rubber button, and that's where everything got
weird.
The Game Boy gave a few weird chirps and beeps as it options slid across
the screen like a slot machine. After a moment of choices zipping about,
they finally came to a stop. The Game Boy read "RACE: User Default, BODY
TYPE: Shapely Silicone, CLOTHES: 90's House Wife, AWARENESS: Consciously
Changing". Then, as if being shoved by a force I couldn't see, I doubled
over, nearly crumpling to the floor. Everything was in a haze as I
dropped the MILF machine on the kitchen counter and staggered to the
bathroom to inspect the damage. Even though I was felt better by the time
I reached the bathroom door, my mind felt wracked by vertigo. I could
swear that I was still falling as I grabbed the doorknob, as if it was
rising up in my grip. By the time I had entered the bathroom and gazed
into the mirror, I saw exactly what was happening.
Right before my very eyes I was shrinking, or to be more precise,
becoming shorter. Over the course of a few seconds I decreased by about
half a foot. I was around 6 feet tall only a moment ago, but now I was no
bigger than 5'5"! Suddenly more changes were occurring. All of my arm
hair was disappearing as if they ceased to exist. I pulled up my shirt
and pant legs to check my other hair, and they were gone too! Soon after,
I felt a strange moving sensation beneath my skin. I observed my smooth
limbs and stared at their bones, thinning as they reshaped. As they
diminished, other parts followed. My waist, back, shoulders, neck, feet
and hands, all withering away like a slab of marble chiseled into a work
of art. As my body waned, my hands continued to turn. The neatly trimmed
nails that adorned my fingertips extended to perfectly manicured claws.
Pink polish slathered over the feminine nails before my very eyes. Had
you seen my hands you'd never guess they belonged to me. I felt a subtle
change to my feet, and yanked off my socks. Sure enough, the same had
happened to my toenails. Pink pedicured toes completed my petite feet.
I brought my girlish hands to my face and wailed "What's happening to
me?!" Despite that, I knew exactly what was occurring. On cue, my waist
shook, caving in. Gone was my college pot-belly and in came the fit,
waspish woman's waist. Seriously, it looked like it belonged to a model,
let alone me. To compliment my new abdomen, the bones in my hips jutted
outwards with a soft snap. I almost fell head-over-heels due to my legs
buckling from my new hips. To straighten them out, my legs grew several
inches, giving them a long, leggy visage. Afterwards the fat that had
been lost from my waist had found a new home. My hips, legs and butt
suddenly grew softer and slightly curvaceous. The fat then expanded,
inflating each of them to voluptuous proportions. I could feel the seams
of my pants splitting as I was transforming. My thighs became full,
squashing together if I stood straight, the length of my hips spread past
my shoulders, and my derriere shot out into a fleshy shelf that jiggled
with the slightest movement. I grabbed by new fat ass in disbelief, only
to catch the next change. The cuffs of my jeans started to rise about mid
calf, while the holes left from my swelling rear mended. The material
changed to stretchy spandex, and the color dimmed to black. I now wore
sexy Capri pants that hugged every curve of my womanly hips. Under them
my boxer shorts also changed into lacy panties, while black stilettos
were formed under my feet, pushing my ass out even further. The front of
the heels split open, revealing my dainty pink toenails.
I was awestruck. Everything I saw didn't add up. This damn MILF Machine
was really changing me! I thought about going back to the kitchen to
reverse the changes before one more change seized my attention. Beneath
the new panties and capris, my dick started to shrink. I jammed my hand
down my new pants and gripped my member, as if to save it from fading
away. As my genitals disappeared, my bush did as well, leaving a smooth
groin for my inevitable vagina. Sure enough, my man-parts shifted into a
pussy, leaving me with two moist lips around my fingers.
My shock turned to rage at my stolen manhood. "I fucking swear, I'll kill
that crazy old man if it's the last thing I do!" I screamed. This did no
good, as my transformation progressed, moving up to my chest. As if
pulled by some sort of torture device, my nipples extended, and I felt
every moment of it. The sting lasted only a second, yet resulted in
puffy, pink nipples an inch in diameter. Beneath them, two mammary glands
came into being, and grew in size. Bigger and bigger they swell until
they stopped at a modest B-cup. I looked down at them and felt a twinge
of shame. The thought "These can't be my boobs" passed through my mind as
if I overheard a conversation from my own subconscious. "My tits are big
and perky." I then realized that this was a weird thing for me to think.
"It's probably the MILF machine messing with my thoughts." I muttered in
defiance. After spoke, my breasts started to change even more.
Under the meager flesh of my boobs, two foreign objects came to be.
Immediately I knew what they were, as the subconscious personality took
delight. These were silicone implants; the best money can buy. With each
surge, the silicone increased in size, making my bosoms grow fuller and
perkier. I gazed in astonishment as they grew from B-cups to C's, D's,
E's, F's, until I couldn't even think of a letter that described these
massive knockers. As they expanded, they crushed my nipples against the
front of my shirt. Shocks of pleasure I've never felt before hit me as I
lustily moaned. The more they rose, the better it felt, until my shirt
couldn't take any more and split right down the middle, revealing my vast
cleavage. I gripped each breast and sized them up. They hardly fit in my
hands. I thought they were about the size of cantaloupes, perhaps even
bigger. They were also as round; they stuck straight off from my chest
with minimal sag. I didn't even think they needed a bra! On cue, the tit-
tattered shirt started to change to fit my ample bust. What was a regular
t-shirt formed into smooth satin that gripped my torso and arms in a
tight blouse, defining the curve of each tit. The rip deepened to let my
cleavage spill out, nearly to my nipples. They poked through the fabric
unhindered by a bra or undershirt. The blouse's color shifted into a
radiant light gold decked in black polka dots.
Frankly, at the time I was so in awe of the changes that we made that I
forgot about being mad at that old coot. "By god, look at these," I
exclaimed "They're huge!" By this point I was too distracted to notice
the start of my other changes, as the MILF machine's influence spread
from my spacious mammaries to my scalp. My hair, for the most part had
always been a conservatively cut brown, until now. Like the morning
sunrise, the darkness of my hair gave way to golden blonde hair. Longer
it grew until the glistening locks nestled on my shoulders, wrapping
itself up into a mountainous beehive resting on my scalp. My attention
diverted from my massive melons to the changes occurring on my head. My
mouth was next, as my flat lips plumped up into a womanly pout. Just when
I thought they had settled, I felt them thicken yet again. Much like my
chest, the MILF machine decided my lips could use some work as well. I
brought my hand up to my feel my fingers grazing the swelling collagen
developing on my face. By the time they had finished a brilliant shade of
lipstick had coated it, leaving moist, kissable pink lips. My pointy nose
had shrunk down into a cute button nose. My eyes transitioned from green
to blue, as my eyelashes became longer and darker. My facial structure
reconfigured to a feminine form with my cheekbones becoming more
prominent, my chin dwindling, and my hairline descending. As that
occurred, my skin aged considerably. Years passed over my face, with
slight wrinkles and lines developing. By the end I had aged about 30
years, yet I retained a sexy youthful air with the distinguished grace of
an older woman. There was no more doubt that the MILF machine had made me
into a milf. The final changes were taking place, with thick makeup
caking my face, metallic bracelets forming on my wrists, hoop earrings
piercing my ears, a pearl necklace appeared around my neck, and a silver
ring studded with a single glistening diamond wrapped around my petit
ring finger. The MILF machine's job was finished.
"I-I'm a milf!" I exclaimed in my new breathy voice "That god damn
machine worked!" Having regained my composure, I sauntered out of the
bathroom and towards the kitchen. I made note of my new gait, it was
quite different to the one I was used to. Now my wide hips swung like a
pendulum, my thick thighs would swipe against each other with every step,
and my big ass shook with every click of my heels. Same goes for my
breasts, as they bounced whenever I would move, brushing my bare nipples
on the smooth fabric of my blouse. It felt good to move about in this
body. After some teetering on my new heels, I made it to where I had left
the MILF Machine on the kitchen counter. Gripping it in my petit hands
felt strange, but I'd had my fun. I was about to revert the changes, when
I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey Marty, it's me. Open up, I brought your mattress!"
"Oh shit, it's Rob!" I muttered. I totally forgot about him coming over!
In a split second decision, I opened up the pantry door, shoved the MILF
machine right behind the Rice Crispies box, and went for the door.
"C-coming!" I answered in a womanly tone. I could hear Rob's confusion
from the other side of the door. I clasped the knob, opened the door, and
let my new persona take care of the situation.
"Ah! You must be Marty's friend!" I beamed. "Come in, come in!" Rob was
obviously stunned; it took him a few seconds to process the busty beauty
inviting him in.
"O-oh, hello. Is Marty here...?" he said, darting his eyes across the
apartment.
"Oh no, he said he had to go do something, but he'd be back in an hour or
two." This would be the first of many lies I'd tell my best friend.
"Really? Shoot!" he exclaimed "He asked me to bring up his old mattress
from campus, and I need to be someplace to be in a while..."
"Well then, let's bring it up! We can just leave it in the living room
for him to move later."
"Well, if you say so. I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name. Marty
didn't say he'd have company..."
Damn, I hoped he wouldn't ask! Now I had to come up with somethi-
"Ah, sorry! I'm Marty's mother! I should have introduced myself when you
came in!" I exclaimed. The words just poured from my mouth on impulse. I
saw Rob give me the elevator eyes, gazing at my diamond ring and ogling
my tits.
"Well, It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Campbell. I'm Rob, Marty's friend
from college." He said, his eyes shifting between mine and my bountiful
curves. He extended his hand to shake. I clasped my hands around his.
"The pleasure is all mine, Rob."
We made our way down three flights of stairs and to Rob's truck. I
offered to help, but Rob insisted on taking it up himself, probably
trying to impress me. Maybe this milf thing wasn't so bad if I can get
out of manual labor. After a minute or two, Rob brought up my heavy
mattress all by himself. He really was in good shape, I took excellent
note of that.
"Go ahead and just lean the mattress over on that wall," I said, guiding
him into the apartment. "Go ahead and sit on the couch, I'll fix you a
drink."
"No thanks m'am, I'm fine," he muttered between gasps.
"Oh come on, I made you lug that thing all the way up here, the least I
can do is get you something to drink. Look, here's a bottle of wine I
brought him as a housewarming gift, I'm sure he won't mind if we had a
glass or two." This was true. My mom really did give me that wine, so why
not use it now?
"Well, if you insist..." he said, caving in.
"Alright then, just have a seat and I'll grab them." I steered him to the
couch and made my way to the kitchen. Glancing back, I caught Rob's eyes
planted firmly on my ass. I could practically feel him undressing me with
his eyes. I didn't blame him, this was one smokin' bod the MILF machine
made for me. I decided to give him a little show. I sashayed my way to
the cupboard, giving my hips extra sway for his enjoyment. Spotting the
wine in a sack on the floor, I bent down at the hips, giving him a nice
view of my full derriere stretching my spandex capris to their limit.
"Where could it be...?" I wondered, stalling for a few moments as I wiggled
my rear in the air. After finding the wine, I grabbed the glasses and
corkscrew and sauntered back to Rob. Handing him a glass, I placed the
corkscrew to the lip of the bottle, and popped the cork. While pouring
his glass, I made sure to bend down low enough to give him a view down my
blouse. He took the bait, fixing his eyes firmly on my ripe tits. I felt
proud, sexy, and perhaps a little aroused.
"Thanks Mrs. Campbell," he said.
"Please," I insisted, topping off his glass, "call me Helen."
We spent the next half hour just talking about anything we thought about.
Rob shared stories and told jokes that I've heard already, and I
listened. Hell, I sincerely laughed at all of his dumb gags. I couldn't
believe it, but I was enjoying his company even more than I usually did.
The more we chat, the closer we became, figuratively and literally. The
gap between us grew shorter and shorter, and before you knew it our hips
were practically rubbing together. After one of my laughing fits
following yet another wise crack, I caught myself setting my hand on his
leg, only to retract it when we realized what I did. Rob continued to
stare at my voluptuous figure when I pretended to look away, and I did
the same. I noticed his raging hard-on barely confined by his pants, and
that made me real hot. One thing's for sure, we were flirting and we both
knew it. Despite this, Rob's always been a bit apprehensive around the
ladies, so it was my job to make the first move.
I brought the glass up to my full lips and took a sip of wine, then
strategically drizzled a bit onto my breasts.
"Oh no, I spilled a bit..." I cooed, sticking my chest out ever so
slightly. Rob's eyes followed the burgundy droplets descending down my
smooth cleavage, and then met my inviting stare. I gave him a sly smile
to "seal the deal". He caught my look, hesitated for a moment, and dived
straight into my bosom.
"O-oh Rob!" I gasped as his tongue danced across my supple tit flesh. I
wrapped my arms around his head and pushed him further into my cleavage.
I could feel Rob's hands climbing their way up my body on their way to
release my breasts from the tight confines of my blouse. It wasn't long
before his mouth migrated, sucking and biting my erect nipples. Waves of
pleasure overcame my senses as I moaned noisily. His hands found his way
to my meaty ass, and massaged it, squeezing the fat through his strong
fingers. I brought his face up from my breasts and led it to my own,
deeply kissing him. The sensation of smashing my pink, collagen-infused
lips against his was strange, but I welcomed it. My lips engulfed his as
we kissed, our tongues wrestling in ecstasy.
What were minutes seemed like hours as we embraced in erotic passion. My
lust couldn't be sated by this alone, so I gently pushed him aside,
strolled over to the bare mattress, stripping off my blouse and kicking
my heels away. I shoved the mattress onto the floor, and laid upon it,
peeling the capris off my wide, glistening hips.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I beckoned. I don't think I saw anyone
remove their clothes fast enough. I flung my panties aside, and spread my
legs, enticing him. Before I had time to react, Rob was on top of me,
ready to go. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as he
placed his hands on my hips and entered me.
The feeling of his dick inside me was so intense, I felt like I was going
to loose my mind. Over and over again he pounded his meat into my snatch
like there was no tomorrow. My moans became so loud; I doubt there was
anyone in the apartments who couldn't hear us. I shifted our position to
place me on top, bobbing my groin up and down his thick shaft. I could
feel his manhood quivering inside me as I shifted to and fro, his cock
prodding my insides. More and more I craved, as my brought my fingers to
my clit and tweaked it, escalating my pleasure. This went on for minutes
until Rob rolled over, put me on all fours, and thrust his dick into with
every ounce of strength he had. This made my elbows give out, crushing my
tits onto the uncovered mattress. Each time he drove into me, I could
feel the ripples in my ass reverberate as he gripped my hips in his firm
hands. Each movement made my tits lurch forward, stroking my nipples
against the rough mattress fabric. Occasionally Rob would smack my huge
butt to observe the ripples move across my back, causing me to yelp. My
orgasms seemed never-ending as they grew with each motion of his dick.
Just when I felt like we could go on no longer, I felt Rob spasm from
with in me.
"Helen, I'm going to come!" he exclaimed between moans.
Seized by my own massive orgasm, I screamed "Yes, yes! Come inside me
Rob!" My own breathy voice found difficulty speaking amongst the
excitement.
His cock's tempo increased, the ecstasy becoming too much to bear. I
couldn't stop my body from trembling as he gave it his all, his vigor
making me go wild. The pleasure from his hard tool pulsating inside me
mixed with stimulation of my fake tits, my hypersensitive clit and Rob's
grip on my fat ass was driving me over the edge. My mind blanked out as
he smashed into my pussy faster and faster and faster until I felt the
last twitches of his dick as he ejaculated, the thick spurts splashing
inside me. I experienced my own massive climax in response, falling limp
on the mattress.
"Oh Rob!" I called out in ecstasy. Rob tried to reply, but instead
collapsed beside me. I thought for a moment that he had completely passed
out. For a while we just lay there in each other's arms, basking in our
afterglow. After five or ten minutes, I glanced up at the clock. It was
time to put on my fa?ade once more.
"Oh no! Rob, get up!" I roused Rob and pretended to panic, collecting my
clothes. "Marty's going to be back any minute, you'd better head out,
I'll take care of everything."
"Jeez, you're right!" he stressed. As hastily as he threw off his
clothes, he dressed himself, nearly tripping over his pants. "Hey Helen,
I really enjoyed this. Maybe we could meet up again some other time?"
His statement made me blush. "Well, I enjoyed it too. We'll see about
meeting up again, but you have to keep this a secret from Marty, I don't
think he'll be happy to hear you're fucking his mom, Alright?"
"Yeah, you got it!" Rob collected his things, and made his way to the
door.
"Rob, one more thing..." I called out, bounding up to him, still in the
nude. When he turned around, I gave him one last kiss. We lingered for a
good minute before I finally cut him off. "...There. You can go."
Rob opened the door and gave my ass one final slap. "See you around
Helen!" he said, slinking behind the door
"You horn dog!" I jeered as he faded from sight. I looked back at my
living room, with my mattress still wet from our coitus. I gathered the
rest of my clothes, and walked back to the bathroom. Gazing back at my
mature visage, noting the sweat and smeared makeup. Even my perfectly
solid beehive hairdo had some loose bangs. I stepped into the shower to
clean off the smell of intimacy that clung to my skin. After giving
myself a thorough scrubbing, I stepped out of the bathroom as fresh as
when I first transformed into Helen. I collected my clothes and walked
back to the kitchen to collect the MILF machine. I just had the time of
my life, but now I had to change back into boring old Marty. I flicked
the Game Boy's off switch, and as the doc's directions said, I morphed
back into the tall, white, chubby kid I had been all my life. I looked
back at my clothes, which had also changed back into normalcy.
I gave a deep sigh as I placed the MILF machine back into its dusty
drawer. No, I wasn't about to put it away for good, the little time I
spent being Helen Campbell was one of the greatest moments of my life.
Instead I was going to shelve it, save it for another day. Maybe I'll use
it to meet up with Rob again, who knows? Just as I was about to return
the drawer to it's secret closet space, I noticed the last note from the
old man. It read:
"By now I hope you've tried out my MILF machine! Did you have fun? I sure
did! I couldn't tell you the time I spend changing others and myself into
such lovely ladies. But my time's passed and I'm too old to continue my
work. If you haven't found the drawer's secret bottom yet, you'll find
the basic schematics I used to build this MILF machine. Hopefully you'll
continue, even surpass my work. It's all in your hands my boy, you just
need to know how to use them :)
~Doc"
Sure enough, beneath the drawer's bottom lay the blueprints on how to
make and operate the MILF machine. I took them in hand, and laid them
before me. Let's just say that things were looking good for Marty, and
even better for Helen.
The End.
Nadine
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