[Greg] The first Mental transformation

Madame Yilda is watching through her magic ball as the man is struggling in public with the transformations. The magic in the cards made it impossible for whoever is outside of the influences of the card to see anything strange. At least until the Iunctia would be turned. She smiles as she puts the first three cards to the side and draws another one.

What kind of fucking question was that? Were the new robotic parts going to mess with his fucking brain? Absolutely not! Greg would not have any of it! He quickly selected the M on the boxes and shook his head. He would have to find a way to revert some of the transformations that happened, at least. He definitely had the money to pay for surgery. Plus with how most of him was made of metal and plastic, everything would come cheaper.

At least the changes seemed to have stopped. He looked at the time in the bottom left corner of the screen. 8:35. He had another twenty minutes of travel until he would get to work. Hell, with his new robotic legs he could make a run from the subway station to the office in two minutes top. If no one was aware of anything, like the man still sitting opposite to him that was now bored and playing with his phone, he could still do the presentation no problems. After that he would take the rest of the day off. He deserved it after whatever the hell had fucking happened.

He tried to pass in his head the introductory speech to take his mind off of obvious things when he glanced down at his own body. He couldn't lie, it was somewhat sexy. He would definitely have his way with a woman that looked like this. Yes, the chest area was back to flat now, earlier he was sporting a great set of tits, but damn what an ass he had. He wondered what it would feel to fuck a woman with this new body. Images started flashing in his eyes of Stacy, his secretary, as he made her bend over and climbed on her to fuck her in the ass.

He was too distracted to feel both his dick go hard and his new pussy starting to moisten. He casually put a hand on his pants and covered it with the briefcase to slowly massage his package. His mind went to him fucking Stacy to dreams of his meeting, where he was casually declaring his speech as Tara and Gwen were sucking on his cock in front of everyone while fingering him. Brief flashes of him getting fucked in his new vagina by the man in front of him passed, but he quickly shook them from his mind. They were hot, weren't they? No! He was not gay! He would not allow himself to think those. His mind shaped the figure fucking him into a dark skinned woman with a strap on. That was better. He wondered how it would actually feel to have something inside, to move his pussy up and down an object while he pleasured the passenger in front of him with his new feminine lips.

This was going to be a difficult ride.