Jump in the machine(but different)

Westfield Galleria food court, unknown city, at 3:14 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You stride toward The Identity Blender with absolute confidence, pushing past Derek's transformed body as she stumbles out on unsteady legs. Her massive H-cup tits bounce heavily with each movement, the neon pink sports bra barely containing them, but you don't pause to appreciate the view. Your focus is singular.

"Chad, wait—" Derek's new voice comes out breathy and feminine, confused. "What are you—"

"My turn," you announce, yanking the machine door open. The interior pulses with rhythmic light, humming with barely contained energy.

Behind you, all four transformed girls erupt in protest. Marcus crawls forward desperately, milk streaming from her enormous tits. "No! Please, I need to suck your cock first, I haven't tasted any yet, please Chad—"

Tyler's whimpering grows frantic, her massive G-cups heaving beneath that see-through babydoll. "Don't leave us, we need you, I need—everything hurts, everything feels too good, I can't—"

Evan's on her knees, both hands shoved down her soaked shorts, tears actually streaming down her face. "Please fuck me first, please, I'm so wet, I need it inside, I'll die if I don't get filled soon—"

Derek stumbles toward you, those sapphire eyes wide and confused. "Chad, seriously, we should talk about—"

You ignore them all and step inside.

The door seals with a hydraulic hiss. Immediately the interior floods with blinding white light. You feel the scanning beams wash over your skin—but something's wrong. The machine shudders violently. Sparks erupt from the control panels. The hum rises to a deafening screech that makes your teeth ache.

Through the glass you can see the girls watching, their mouths open in shock.

Then everything goes white.

Your body erupts with sensation—not painful, but overwhelming. You feel your muscles swelling, hardening, every fiber of your being restructuring itself. Your cock throbs and you gasp as it grows thicker, longer, the sensation so intense it borders on orgasmic. Your chest expands, shoulders broadening even further. Your already athletic frame transforms into something beyond human—pure masculine perfection.

The light fades.

You stand there, breathing hard, feeling the raw power coursing through every inch of your transformed body. Your clothes are stretched tight across your enhanced physique. And between your legs—fuck, the weight, the size—your cock has grown massive, easily fourteen inches even soft, thick as your wrist.

The door clicks open.

You step out into the food court, and the reaction is immediate.

All four girls gasp in unison. Marcus's eyes go completely black with lust, her mouth falling open. Evan actually moans just from looking at you. Tyler drops to her knees, trembling. Derek backs up a step, her face flushed crimson.

But there's something else—something you can't quite identify. A hunger, a need, a compulsion burning through your veins. You look at the four transformed sluts before you and all you can think about is breeding them, filling them, pumping them so full of your cum that their bellies swell.

"Holy fuck," Marcus breathes, staring at the massive bulge in your jeans. "What did that thing do to you?"