Transformation Machine Pt. 03

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I was tired but didn’t know if that was from the transformation or from all the sex. I felt bad that I had ghosted Sandra. I should have made up some story instead of just disappearing. If I repeat this I’ll try to do better next time.

I went out to check my mailbox and pulled out a couple of pieces of junk mail and the electric bill. As I headed back into the house I ran into Amy, coming out of the apartments next door. She and I had formed a minor friendship and she smiled and waved when she saw me. “Hey Edison! Any fantastic new inventions?”

Edison was her nickname for me – she thought it cute and I tolerated it. “Actually, yes, although you probably won’t believe me.”

“Ooooo! Now you have to show me!” she exclaimed.

“Okay, let me know when you want to come over.”

“Right now! Let’s go,” she said as she turned and followed me into the workshop behind my house.

“So what is it?” my thirty something neighbor asked.

“Well, it’s sort of a combination of a transporter like on that old space tv show, a time machine, and an enhancer. I call it the Transformation Machine,” I explained.

“You’re right. I don’t believe you.”

I pulled out my phone and discovered that the selfie I’d taken with the old flip phone thirty five years ago had somehow transferred to my new iPhone. I showed it to her and she asked, “Who’s that?”

“Me, during a trip to the past.”

“Well, it does look a lot like you but more attractive. No offense.”

“None taken, you’re right. My normal appearance is okay but that one is much better. That’s what I meant by ‘enhancer’.”

Over the next hour or so I filled Amy in on every detail of my trip to Atlanta in the past. She was incredulous but eventually believed me, as I’ve always been honest with her. “I want to try it! Do I get to pick when and where I end up?”

“Nope, luck of the draw. Now that I know it works, I plan to think about that.”

“Okay. How does it work?”

I filled her in on all the things I’d learned and guessed. The most important was that she had to return to the exact place she arrived, and do it two days later. If she wasn’t there at the right time I couldn’t promise she’d come back.

“Let’s do it!” she said as she got into the machine. I sat at the control panel and asked “Are you sure?” to which she nodded. So I activated the machine and in seconds she vanished. I made a note of the day and time and then took the nap I needed.

The next two days were agonizing in my anxiety. What if something went wrong? What if she didn’t get back? Would I be a murderer? Would we ever know what happened? It was hell.

At the appointed time I entered my workshop and stood outside the machine, watching and waiting. All of a sudden Amy was just there, sitting in the machine with a huge smile on her face. I opened the door and helped her out, whereupon she immediately gave me a giant hug and kissed me on the lips and with full French. She’d never so much as pecked my cheek before.

“Wow! What brought that on?” I said.

“Terry,” she said, using my actual name for once, “I had the most fucking incredible time! Let’s go into your house so I can tell you all about it. I hope you have beer!”

In the kitchen I popped the lids off two dark beers and slid each into a koozie. We went into the living room and sat on opposite ends of the sofa, both half-turned towards the other. “So where and when did you escort go?” I asked.

“I don’t know what city I was in, but pretty sure it was here in the U.S. For the past two days I have been an Asian hooker in a high class brothel! Look!” she said, fanning out a wad of hundred dollar bills. “Forty one hundred dollars! Shit, I may start hooking in this life too!”

“Damn! I want to hear every detail!,” I insisted. “Do you mind if I record you? I want to write up notes on your experience later on, just as I’ve done on mine.”

“That’s fine, as long as you promise not to share the recording with anyone other than me,” she said. Naturally I agreed.

“When I ‘woke up’ or whatever it is when you arrive there, I was in the front room of a house, surrounded by women in scanty clothing. An older woman I later learned was the Madam approached me, called me Fumiko, and told me to follow her. We went upstairs and entered one of the rooms. Inside were six young men in their twenties, totally naked.

“Madam pointed to one and explained that he was getting married next weekend. The others were his groomsmen and this was their bachelor party. She told me to take off the simple shift I wore, revealing that I was naked beneath it. She had me turn around and then looked to the groom, who nodded his approval. After instructing me to make sure they all enjoyed themselves immensely, she left”

I felt myself starting to get hard, picturing her, naked, faint Asian features, surrounded by six horny young men. “Go on,” I pleaded.

“The groom called me over and had me give him a blowjob. Before he came he pulled out of my mouth and started fucking my pussy. One of the groomsmen took his place in my mouth and I was soon being spit-roasted.

“I expected the groom to cum in my pussy but instead he pushed into my ass while groomsman number one slid under me and fucked my pussy from beneath, while number two took possession of my mouth. All three holes were being fucked at the same time!” she nearly shouted with excitement.

“The groom finally came in my ass and then pulled off to rest and recharge. The progression continued, with number one moving to my ass, two taking my pussy, and three filling my mouth. I continued to have all three holes filled until three came in my ass and left. Four took my ass and five moved to my pussy until four came and it was just five in my ass. After he came and pulled out I collapsed on the floor.

“Terry, understand that while I’ve been with two guys at the same time, I had never before done anal. My jaw ached from six blowjobs, my pussy burned, and my ass felt like I’d been fucked there by a horse!

“But I’ve never been so satisfied! When all six guys were recovered, they made me kneel and circled me. They all started jerking off while I watched. At their age they have incredible stamina and it wasn’t long before first one then two then all six were cumming on my face, tits, hair, shoulders – you name it.” She was grinning broadly as she told me all these details.

“What happened next?” I wanted to know.

“They thanked me as they dressed and left. Madam and a beautiful, black hooker came into the room and helped me to a bathroom. As you can imagine I probably wouldn’t have been able to walk by myself. A hot bath was waiting in a jetted tub and they helped me into it, setting the jets for gentle streams. Then they left me alone to recuperate.

“I reluctantly scrubbed the cum from my body and shampooed my long, escort bayan shiny black hair. When I was finished I drained the tub and dried off with the biggest, fluffiest towel I’ve ever seen. There was a kimono hanging on a hook so I assumed it was for me and put it on. Then I walked back downstairs,” she said.

“Madam escorted me down the hall and opened the door to a much simpler bedroom. ‘Sleep now, you have done enough for today. Tomorrow is another day,’ she told me before leaving and closing the door behind her.

“I crawled into bed naked and wondered if tomorrow would bring more gang banging,” she said.

“And how did you feel about that,” I asked.

“Hmmm, I guess uncertain is the best description. Getting fucked every which way from Sunday, and at the same time, was incredibly sexy and satisfying. But it also took a toll on my holes. I wasn’t sure I could do it again, at least not so soon as tomorrow,” she confessed.

“That’s certainly logical,” I told her.

“The next day I slept in and no-one bothered me. I finally woke up, found the bathroom to do my business, then, clad only in the kimono, I walked into the front room wondering what was going to happen,” she said.

“The black hooker saw me, smiled, and said ‘Good morning, Fumiko. Are you ready for breakfast?’ I told her I was and she showed me to the dinning room where a plentiful buffet was laid out. I ate like a longshoreman, famished from last night’s festivities, and the fact that I hadn’t had dinner..

“Not surprisingly, there isn’t a whole lot of business for a brothel mornings. We just lounged around, watching tv, and waiting for someone to show up. After lunch it picked up a little, but just a guy entering every now and then. Some were regulars who wanted the same girl every time. Belle, the black gal, had a couple of those during the afternoon. Other guys selected other girls. Only one wanted me. And he just wanted a blowjob, which I did with a condom on him,” she explained.

“Pretty tame compared to the first night,” I said.

“Definitely. After dinner it picked up a bit. Several of the men brought current STI test results showing they were clean. House rules said they didn’t have to wear a rubber if they didn’t want to, but there was a surcharge for that. I gave two guys blowjobs raw, swallowing their cum. Another fucked my pussy. He wanted my ass but wasn’t willing to pay the higher price for that.

“Then I got a guy without test results. He fucked my pussy but had to wear a rubber. He pitched a fit but Madam was adamant and threatened to toss him out unless he followed the rules. Even with a sock on it he came in about sixty seconds. Once he left and I told that to the girls everyone, especially Madam, laughed their asses off,” she grinned.

“We all went to bed around two a.m. since there hadn’t been a john in the past ninety minutes. The next day was pretty much a repeat of this one, with one notable exception,” Amy said, smirking.

“Oh do tell!”

“One of Belle’s regulars came in. This guy wanted to watch Belle and someone else do girl on girl while he jerked off. That’s all – no actual sex with either girl. He looked everyone over and since I was new, he picked me. Belle and I led him to her room and all three of us stripped – easy for me since I still only had the kimono.

“The guy sat on the bed, propped up against the headboard. He told us to start by making out and playing with each other’s tits. I’ve been with another bayan escort girl a couple of times so I figured I knew how this was going to go. But Belle was a pro! We made out for a little while then sucked each other’s nipples. Belle reached down to my pussy and I did the same. Both of us were wet,” she explained.

“The john told us to get into the 69 position, with Belle on her back and me on top of her. Belle’s head was at the foot of the bed so mine was at the head, giving the john a bird’s eye view of my ass and pussy, at least until Belle dove in. But she’d done this for this john before and knew the tricks. She put her hands on my thighs and lifted me up, exposing my pussy to the guy even while she was eating me,” Amy described.

“Belle proceeded to give me the best oral of my life! And I was fascinated by the contrast between her mahogany complexion and the pink of her inner pussy. She was waxed smooth and soaking wet when I drove my tongue into her. I licked up all the juices I could get and then hit her clit. Sucking and nibbling on it turned the waterworks to high. When I went back to her opening I found her juices had leaked out and down her thighs and to her asshole.

“I forced my head down further and managed to rim her. Hey, I may never have another chance to rim a black asshole – I had to try it out! Just like with her pussy, tits, and nipples, the only difference between her and any white girl I’ve had is skin tone. Her asshole tasted just like the other’s I’ve tried, and while every pussy tastes a bit different, they’re all similar.”

“I kept my eye on the clock and made sure we finished and that I was back in the same chair in the front room when my two days came to a close. Poof! Next thing I know, I’m back here in your machine!” she said.

“That’s quite a story, Amy! Tell me about the Asian part, please. Why do you say you were Asian?” I asked.

“I would guess ‘I’ was half Vietnamese and half caucasian. Probably the love child of a soldier and a native. My hair was that deep black you pretty much only see on Asians, and my eyes and face had a distinctly Asian appearance. Otherwise I was pretty similar to this me. My tits were the same size, height and weight about the same and so on. The only other difference was my pubes. That me was waxed completely, not a hair in sight down there. This me is, well, not fully bare,” she said,

“I’d say TMI but this whole conversation has been that!” I exclaimed. “If it were possible to ensure you would go back to the same situation, would you want to transform again?”

“I don’t know.”

“Would you want to have a gang bang here, as this you?” I followed up.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean I absolutely loved it and I’m not sure what I’m going to do here to relive those sensations, but it was totally slutty. I can ease my conscious by thinking that was ‘her’ not me. So I got to be a slut without the guilt,” she explained.

“Well, thank you for sharing your experiences with me. If I ever figure out how to set time and location I might want to go there and look for the other ‘Amy’,” I told her.

“Play your cards right and you might find a version of her right next door,” she winked. “I am very tired, though, so I’ll take my leave now. Thanks again, Terry!” she said as she left the house and headed home.

I opened my journal and started transcribing the important details as I listened to the recording of Amy’s recitation. The first thing that struck me was that both Amy and I had intense and new sexual components. The other similarity was the fact that both of us had changes to our appearances, although Amy’s was apparently more drastic than mine. I was going to have to give those details much more thought.

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