“HANG ON WHAT!”

“I said don’t worry about it!” She needed to drive that home. “Look we’ll get into it okay. But back to you. You are thinking about Ashley.” She was right. So far she hadn’t been wrong about a thing all the while. She held all the cards and I had to play along.

“You, are correct. I heard about this place from Ashley. Wait how do you know about Ashley?” Shock and base instinct were pretty much all I felt in this moment.

“Just that you have a crush on her nothing more. It’s not like she came through here. I know you want to bring her in though.” With a cute snicker she waited for my response.

“Can I even bring other people in here? And, what did she mean by “taking pieces with you.”” I was getting closer to the edge of my seat. She stood up, gesturing to me to do the same.

“Well, first of all when it comes to more people. You’d have to give them the key, and they’d have to have this first meeting with me. After that, fair game. But more importantly…” Walking over to a portrait she gestures up to one of the fancier looking individuals.

“This, is Sarah, she was a visitor of mine. She had a very simple fantasy, she liked office sex. She liked the idea of being a slutty office worker, secretary, manager. Working in a corner office as an executive and being a total slut at the same time. So, after her time with me, she took the confidence and exhibitionist tendencies from our time together and applied it to her real life. Mentally she got more into what she fantasized about and embodied it. Physically she also got some of the things she wanted. Better legs and hips. Livelier hair. I can tell you about more portraits if you like? Or did you get the jist?” She said standing against the wall next to the portrait.

The portrait was of a woman in a short to medium skirt standing over a desk making a decision in an office. The angle is a bit of an upskirt where a glint of a buttplug can be seen. Her hair is short and in a bun. It’s clear she’s a mid level executive. Her desk is a bit busy and her office isn’t too big. But she’s still in a corner office.

“Interesting. Can you tell me about someone on the opposite end of the spectrum?” It was clear after her explanation that the portraits were arranged to show a range of previous visitors. She grinned as she pushed herself off the wall. Going back around her desk she opened what must have been a large drawer.

“Water? I like to keep it warm in here, some people get thirsty.” She said pouring herself a glass and placing it on the desk. Holding the second one waiting for my answer.

“Sure, I noticed that. So if the key only gets me here some of the time, what is this place when it’s my fantasy?” I said walking over to her desk.

“Hah, someone wants a hint.” Wasn’t wrong there. “This place takes on whatever is necessary for people to experience their fantasy when it isn’t my office.” Handing me the glass she put the pitcher back in the desk and led me towards one of the farther down portraits.

“This is Eric, or rather Erika. She had rather depraved fantasy. She wanted to be a gloryhole slut, living off of nothing but cum. Existing only to serve as an outlet for men who wanted a quick good fuck. Living 24/7 in there.” By this point I had done a mix of a spit take and **** on my water. “So after a number of visits their body began to reflect who she wanted to be. Mentally there wasn’t much to change. She was already there, she just needed the physical changes. So she kept the breasts you see there. Her ass was made self lubricating and her prostate enlarged significantly with her cock shrunk down and made permanently limp. Her digestive track was made to use all nutrients so she never ran into messes in that tight little hole. Now all of that said, she did visit me nearly daily so I got to perform a lot more changes on her. To this day she spends more time in the gloryhole than out of it.”

The portrait was of a naked figure in a glory hole. Dicks sticking through multiple holes as she sucked and jerked multiple off. She was horizontal and fucking a fourth one as well. Cum all over her as her breasts swung back and forth. Her legs were dripping with fluids. She looked to be in pure ecstasy.

“You did ask to hear about the other end of the spectrum.” She said giggling to herself as she walked back to her desk. I was in awe. That many changes, that aggressive of a turn in her life. And that used to be a guy! I realized a while ago I was bi, and that I kinda liked being more effeminate than the average guy. But only in private. My cousin was a married lesbian and a number of my friends online were trans or otherwise. I had multiple fantasies that could be performed on various ends of this spectrum. And some were at least a little related to this. Turning back to her desk I had to ask.

“So does what I'm thinking of before I use the key impact what I experience in the fantasy?” I was finishing my water before sitting down. She had put her glass back in the drawer, taking mine she responded.

“Absolutely, if you were for example, thinking about being in Erika’s fantasy. You’d be stepping into a gloryhole basically. If you were thinking about sleeping with Sarah when you walked in. You’d basically be walking into her office. Or find yourself sitting at your desk with her walking into your office. You have to be very careful about what you think about when you use that key.” Caution is a big deal. I can’t be afraid of it but i need to still be prepared.

“I get the feeling that you need some time to think about everything we’ve discussed.”

“Ya, this. Has been a lot. I’ll need to sleep on it. I definitely have ideas and a few more questions. But I feel like I need more experience and time before I’m ready to ask or confront them.”

“Well you certainly are wise. I look forward to seeing where you want to go and what to do. Until then” She stood up to shake my hand again. I felt that odd heat shaking her hand. Choosing not to question it I made my way out. Looking at the various other portraits on my way out.