Slut Machine

by Jennifer White

  

Las Vegas, Sin City. A place where you can get almost anything, or do almost anything. And its all legal! Paul loved going there to gamble. And see the naked dancers. And the legal prostitutes.

But he was bored with the standard casinos on "the strip". He wanted to try some of the seedier ones further out. They offered more incentives to go there. Like the waitresses with the scantiest clothes. And the friendliest ones, that loved touching customers.

Paul went there, and looked at all the lovely babes. The blonde who brought him his free drinks licked her lips as she handed the glass over to him. She was so hot! She had just the biggest breasts. Okay, they might be fake, but, wow, they were so big! He couldn't help but to stare at them. He didn't even know what her face or her hair looked like. His eyes never left her chest. He actually drooled, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Hey there big boy, I know a machine that has quite a payout. I think a man like you would love this one."

She offered her hand. He accepted. He followed her down the aisle, then around the corner. There was a machine, like all the other hundreds of ones dinging and ringing. But this one was special. At the top was a label: "Slut Machine". It had pictures of an almost naked woman on the front.

Paul sat down, put a $10 bill into the machine.

"Oh yes, put it right there, inside me" said a high voice, which then moaned when he pulled the lever to spin the wheels. The wheels spun, and the symbols appeared. Pussy, Pussy, Pussy. Bells rang. Lights flashed. And the number of credits jumped from 10 up to 100.

"Wow, this is cool!" said Paul.

"I thought you'd like it. I'll go get you a drink" said the hot waitress. "I'll be back to check on you soon."

She touched him on the shoulder as she left. Paul was firmly anchored in his chair, and there was no way he was going to leave now! This was a cool machine, it paid out, and the hot babe was going to come back there to bring him a drink. Awesome! He pulled the lever again.

"Oooh, I want you" said the voice from the machine. The reels came up: breast, ovary, lips. Graphics flashed, and he was even more riveted, even though he didn't win on this pull.

"Come on big boy, want to play?" said the voice. He pulled the lever again. "That feels good. Do that some more."

The waitress came back with the drink, but Paul could barely take his eyes off the machine.

"Drink up" she said.

He drained the glass, while she rubbed his shoulders. He pulled the lever, and got three pussies again.

"I'll get you another drink" said the waitress. Paul barely even noticed her. He was too wrapped up in the machine now. He didn't notice either how strong the drink was, or how strange it tasted. He was too focused on the game.

He kept playing. The waitress kept bringing him drinks, massaging his shoulders, running her hands through his hair. He was oblivious. Was it 15 minutes? An hour? A day? He had no concept of time. He was completely zoned out, except for the game, with it's flashing lights, its sexy graphics, and the moans it made.

 

"My, you're a big roller" said the waitress. "Let me take you to a special version of the game, we have in back. We reserve it for customers like you. Follow me back."

He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to stop playing. But *she* told him to follow him. He stood up, and would have followed her anywhere. Why did he feel so compelled to do what she asked? He tried to think, but it was very hard to think of *anything* now. It was just a blur. He could only see her, and her large breasts jiggling in front of him. He put his hand in hers, and followed her into the back. He didn't notice her push a button on the side of the machine, and he didn't see it change to look like any other ordinary slot machine in the casino.

Before he knew it, he was in a special room in the back with her. He had no memory of how he got there. He couldn't even really remember *anything*. Not even his own name.

But then he saw it: a special version of Slut Machine. This one had the same part to the game, but there were several devices all around it. And the chair was set up differently too.

"Take off all your clothes" said the waitress. Without hesitation, without analyzing what she just asked, or why she asked it, Paul just did it. He didn't even realize it. He just automatically obeyed.

"Sit in the chair" she said.

He found himself seated, almost before she finished speaking. He looked ahead at the Slut Machine. The chair he was in was about 10 feet away from the machine. In front of the machine, were two large female legs, crossed at the knees. They blocked him from being able to get to the machine.

"Push this button to turn her on" instructed the waitress.

Paul pushed the pink button, and the two legs uncrossed. They were bent at the knees, but the knees were tight together. He pushed the button again, and the legs started to spread apart, wider and wider.

"Ooh, slide it in" said the sexy voice. "I want you deep inside of me."

Paul pushed the button again, and the chair started to move forward, towards the machine. His legs were heading for something that looked just like a giant pussy. He put them together, and they penetrated inside.

"I transferred your credits to this game" said the waitress.

Paul eagerly resumed play. Aah, it felt so good to get back to it again! Like jumping back into a hot tub after you step out to get something, and get cold. He was enveloped by the warmth.

He didn't notice the devices that the woman was hooking up to him now. Ones attached to his nipples. Ones attached to his head. Or the one that came out of the seat, and surrounded his crotch. He didn't feel the electric hum from them, that spread throughout his body.

He was numb in body, and in mind. He was a total blank. Out of automatic reaction, he kept pressing the button to spin the reels.

"Ooh, I want you" said the machine in it's sexy voice.

"Ooh, I want you" said Paul at the same time, his voice using the same timber and tone as the machine. Only lower in pitch.

He pushed the button to spin again. The first wheel came up with a breast. His brain was too intensely concentrated on the game to notice that in response, his own breasts grew, just a little. The second reel came up with an ovary, and inside him, the electromagnetic surges altered his own DNA, and as the cells divided, they started to form his own real set of ovaries. The third reel came up with lips, and in response, his own lips became just a little riper, poutier, fuller, and redder.

After fifteen minutes of this, the changes were more than evident. He started to look more like a woman than a man.

"I want you big boy" said the machine.

"I want you big boy" said Paul at the same time, his voice now matching the machine in tone, timber *and* pitch. He sounded exactly like her now.

The next spin came up pussy, breast, long hair. The machine altered his body again as a result.

"Come on big boy, want to play?" said Paul in sync with the machine. He continued to play, and with every spin, he transformed more and more. He pushed the button again, and the machine went crazy flashing lights and beeping in response to his roll of breast, pussy, breast.

"I've got two big breasts and a pussy in the middle!" said the machine excitedly, with Paul saying the same words at the same time.

"Game Over" flashed on the screen.

 

"Stand up. Put this on" said the waitress, handing a little black dress to the hard bodied woman sitting at the machine.

Paul arose, and took the dress from her. He pulled it over his head, which was now covered with long dark hair, which fell down to the small of his back. He put his thin arms up to let the dress fall down. It barely came down low enough to cover his pussy He gave it a tug, because his tits were so big that it hung up a bit on them.

The dress had thin straps across the shoulders, and a showed off a lot of his breasts. They were so full and firm that they looked like a shelf in front of him. Like he would topple forward from being too imbalanced.

But he didn't admire the dress. He didn't admire his gorgeous new body. He didn't do much of anything. That was because his mind was completely empty. A blank slate, waiting to be written on. He just stared straight ahead.

 

"From now on, you are Lesleigh. You are a woman. And you love one thing: sex."

The waitress walked around Lesleigh, looking at her flawless body.

"You want sex all day long, every day."

Lesleigh licked her full ripe pouty lips.

"You will service any man or woman who wants you. You will do anything they want, anything they ask. All that matters to you, is that you need to have sex with them, one and all."

Lesleigh put her hand down between her legs. She could feel herself getting wet, just from the word 'sex'. She needed it. She needed it badly. She needed it now.

"You have a room here, upstairs next to mine. You will stay here all day long and make our customers happy. You can eat whenever you feel like it, and sleep when you're tired. But I expect that at least 18 hours a day, you will take men or women up to your room, and have sex. Do you understand?"

"Mmmm" said Lesleigh, excitedly anticipating her lovemaking. She needed it so bad! She was chomping at the bit to run out and find someone. Anyone!

"Put on these shoes Lesleigh" said the waitress, handing over a pair of 'fm' pumps. Lesleigh put them on gladly. She was glad to obey the other woman. She would do anything this woman asked her to.

"No go and make our customers happy!"

 

Lesleigh stepped out of the back room, and into the smoky casino floor. The first person she saw was a man in his late 40s. He was overweight, balding, with a cheesy mustache, and smoking a large stinky cigar.

She looked at him. A man! She wanted him. She was getting all wet.

"I want you big boy" said Lesleigh in a sultry sexy voice.

"Are you talking to me?" asked the man in amazement.

"Oh yes, put it right there, inside me" she said, pointing between her legs.

"Are you serious?"

"Ooh, I want you" she said.

He just stared at her, not believing his luck. Women like this did not go for guys like him.

"Come on big boy, do you want to play?"

He put his arm around her waste, and pinched her butt.

"That feels good, do that some more" said Lesleigh.

The man kissed her, and she just melted. She led him by the hand to the room upstairs, and closed the door. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her dress, and laid on the bed with her legs crossed.

She uncrossed her legs. They were bent at the knees, but the knees were tight together. She started to spread her legs apart, wider and wider.

"Ooh, slide it in" she said in her sexy voice. "I want you deep inside of me."

The man took his pants off, and rushed to the bed. Even before she made him come harder than he ever had in his entire life, Lesleigh was already getting excited about going back downstairs to find someone else. This was wonderful! It was what she lived for! She wanted to do it all day.

She washed up after he left, put her dress and shoes back on, and added some makeup that she found on the table next to her bed. Then she opened the door, and headed downstairs to find her next conquest....

  

  

  

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