All the time in the world (transformation)

"You're telling me that this device is able to meet other versions of yourself from other realities? That's absurd."

"I'm serious, I stole that prototype before they destroy all. Supposedly it was too dangerous for mankind or some shit."

"Ok, humor me, how does it work?"

"You press this button and enter a number and that's it, not much complicated."

Jane sighed and picked up the device. Following the instruction, a vertigo and a flash disoriented her a bit, before she found herself in front of... herself?

Her other self was a bit different though, she was heavily pregnant, with "baby factory" on her belly and several marks that were probably indicating how many kids she had. The room was just an old crapy apartment.

"What the heck?" she mumbled.

"Hey." Her other self told her.

"What do you mean, hey? You're not shocked or anything?"

"No, not really, I don't know why. It feels more like a dream."

It was strange, but, everything felt real, so, nothing made much sense anyway. The most obvious question came to her mind shortly after that.

"What's... what's going here?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" Her alter-ego answered.

"You're pregnant, and that tattoo on your belly! What the fuck?"

"Oh? Yeah, I'm a baby factory. Most women are sterile, so I got a **** that makes me extremely fertile and an all paid apartment by the government. You don't have that?"

"No! That's shitty!"

"Meh, I'm used to it, and I have a lot of kids. I kinda like being all big and full. And the sex... damn... Too bad it's only every nine month."

Spotting the off button, Jane pressed it. coming back to her friend that brought the device.

"So?"

"That was awful, I found myself in front of a version of myself popping kids like a dispenser."

"Oh..."

"Let me try again!"

Jane tried the device with a different number. And this time, in front of her there was a version of herself encased in latex, with obvious surgeries and heavy makeup to look like a bimbo.

"What happened to me, here?"

"Like, what do ya mean?" That version asked.

"Look at you!"

"Oh, yeah, sexy isn'? My clients tots looove my look!"

"Client? I'm a whore?"

"Yeah, silly! It's da best! Fucked like, everyday, with lots of partners! And I get paid!"

"That's demeaning!"

"Don' be such a tight pants, it's fun and I get paid sooo much! Look at my babies!"

Her other version squeeze her tits and moan.

"They'r sooo sensitive too!"

Jane leaves and try again, shocked by the two results she had. But the next one was even worse to her eyes. She was there, cum all over her chest, a massive black cock in her mouth, "Snowbunny" and "BBC" tattoo on her face, and smeared slutty makeup.

"Oh, my God!" She shouted.

"What? Did you ever try a big black cock? They're amazing!"

"That's disgusting!"

"It's the best feeling there is!"

Another try and she's at the feet of a man in a suit, a collar around her neck.

"What am I, now?"

"We're our daddy little cunt. we love it so much! He takes all the decision, we just have to obey."

"No way, I am not like that!"

"Of course we are. We're an obedient little slut, we love sex, and being a man's cocksleeve."

Jane couldn't admit that her last... version looked sexy, almost classy. But she couldn't admit she was a whore in all alternative realities. The man ordered her to suck his cock, and she obeyed without hesitation, making Jane incredibly aroused.

Coming back to reality, her reality, she didn't know what to think.

"So, how was it?"

"Apparently, I'm a slut..."