[Multi TF/TG] Dimensions of Desire - Part 3 (Patreon)

Commissioned Anonymously 

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Liam had known going back to his old life was going to be difficult but he’d not anticipated just how hard it would be. Carefully monitoring his words and actions was second nature now without the mental programming and yet it felt like torture. Now he knew how it felt to speak his mind without hesitation, how to stand in the middle of a room half naked and unashamed, what it felt like to take drugs and smoke and just relax into somebody else's skin.

The week passed like molasses in January and each night he returned home sorely tempted to jump into the Genetic Altron and become Paizleigh once more. When the weekend finally came he was more than happy to lie to his golfing buddies and say he’d come down with a cold. He needed release and there was only one thing that could give it to him.

To his surprise, when he walked down into the basement he found the machine already active and a figure slowly removing the diodes as their change finished. It was Mollie, he knew that her features were actually similar enough that somebody who didn't know better would assume this woman was her cousin or something.

She looked younger; the laugh lines that had started to form in her thirties now gone and her face was smooth. Her body had been altered in subtle ways, enhanced like a photographer would with photoshop. Her boobs were bigger, her hips rounder, ass for more, her eyelashes dark and long and her auburn hair now a fiery red with a natural wave that most women would kill for.

“Hey hun,” She grinned, “I thought perhaps I might join you a little this time. I had the boys at your company bring over another pod.”

She pointed to the reality switcher which now had a twin to its left.

“After hearing all about the fun you had as Paizleigh I couldn't resist.” She giggled, “I want to see you get nailed.”

Liam felt his heart flutter; how on Earth had he found such an amazing woman. Without hesitation he stepped forward and embraced her naked body, letting her new breasts squash against his chest.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He grinned.

“I do actually.” She said airily, “Now come on, get slutted up I want to see you. With these things we can have the open relationship we’ve always wanted.”

Once he had gotten to know her, he and Mollie had kept nothing secret. Sex, fetishes, it was all fair game. In their mind, love was love; and they would always be loyal to one another but physically there were some things that just couldn't be done with only one partner. They'd never indulged such fantasies, even bringing a third person into their bedroom invited scandal but now, they could go to a reality where none of that mattered; he could watch Mollie give head to a stranger and vice versa without needing to worry about anything.

“Let’s do it,” he grinned, “But let’s make sure to program in some safety measures.”

As fun and thrilling as the danger of ecstasy and cigarettes was, he didn’t want to risk any permanent damage to his body, regardless of its form. The machine really did let him have his cake and eat it too; smoke all he wanted without the risk of lung diseases, take all the drugs they fanciest without track marks or addiction, that sort of thing. He clicked away at the keyboard, dealing with all that boring stuff first and then began to think about what sort of body he wanted this time.

He’d been a street whore and a wild party girl; both had been fun but he was sure he could think of something more fun. That’s when he took in Mollie’s youthful appearance and an idea came to mind. A few minutes of typing had it all prepared; including the mental blocks for his name as per usual.

“Get ready to meet the new and improved Paizleigh.” He smiled, giving Mollie a quick kiss before jumping into the Genetic Altron himself which she flipped the switch.

Even before the changes started Liam felt a weight lift from his shoulders as the machine hummed to life. The now familiar and delicious feeling of his breasts swelling to life made his sigh happily which turned to a groan as his hips began to stretch. They were wider this time; childbearing hips that had probably done just that at some point. His ass grew, ballooning to fit his new pear shaped body. He grew even more bottom heavy as his thighs thickened to glorious thunder thighs, the sort that only mature women had and every man was ashamed to say they found hot.

His beloved bleach blond hair returned and he could feel the roots where, if he had programmed it right, were prematurely grey. Something this bad dye job could not hide. His finger and toe nails tingled as thick, cheap lacquer and rhinestones were applied to them and he desperately wished he could turn his head to look at them.

The headband buzzed and once more he felt his brain filling with information. Unlike most brainwashing or mental programming though he didn’t feel like his mind was being chained up or caged. On the contrary, as his anxiety and control fell away he felt the shackles loosening as Paizleigh, in all her freedom and glory emerged once more.

Eagerly she got up and ran to the mirror; her trashy, slag self was back but this time more weathered . Her body was thirty, but an old thirty. Prematurely aged by cigarettes, alcohol and likely a few harder substances as well. There were light, barely noticeable stretch marks running down her thighs and a small crinkle of crows feet beside each eye. She may have been bottom heavy but it was in all the right ways. She slapped a palm to her ass, feeling it jiggle as the movement vibrated across her skin. This was a body that had seen too many lovers to count and that is where the appeal came in.

“Wow, what a cougar.” Mollie hung off her broad, sloping shoulders. “I like it.”

“I have a perfect idea of where to go.” Paizleigh whispered, loving the husky edge her voice now had. Pressing her full, botoxed lips to Mollie’ cheek she smiled.

“Let’s go.”

Her heart was racing as they laid down in their pods, she just hoped getting them both to the same reality wouldn't be too much trouble. There was the now familiar jolt and Paizleigh felt herself falling through realities; she saw dominatrix dungeons and dilapidated drug dens but pushed past them all; she didn't want to be punished, she wanted to be free.

Eventually her feet landed solidly on the floor of a carpeted hallway; an apartment building that somehow she instinctively knew was not far from her own. She could hear voices and laughter coming from behind a door and she turned to see Mollie standing beside her. Her clothing seemed to accentuate youth; a pastel pink dress with a flared skirt and ribbon bows for straps. If it weren't for the strappy heels that laced all the way to her knees it would almost look innocent.

It was in stark contrast to her own outfit; leopard print singlet and black pants that were far too tight to be flattering. A choker rested at her throat, the same one as the other night with the acrylic kiss but paired with this body and outfit it looked more desperate than before. She looked like a woman desperately trying to look five years younger to compensate for the extra ageing a life of alcohol and cigarettes had given her.

She loved it.

“Fook’n hell, do we make a couple or wha?” She grinned, drinking in the sound of her chavvy accent. Was it possible to miss an accent? She certainly had. “Ah, me voice is so fuck’n great, I could talk all nigh’.”

She really could, she loved the cigarette rasp, the accent, everything.

“Well, if you do that you won't get to put that mouth to good use.” Mollie reminded her with a giggle, “Now, what’s the plan?”

The door across the hall flung open and there was a woman who was so thin Paizleigh was worried a stiff breeze would blow her over.

“You lot here for the swingers party?”

Paizleigh’s smile could not possibly get wider.

“Fook yeah we are!”

She watched as the thin woman’s eyes looked them both up and down, no doubt taking in the supposed age difference between them, and the fact that they were both women with casual interest before shrugging and sweeping her hand aside to welcome them. Mollie gave her hand an excited squeeze and Paizleigh took the lead. Inside were a number of people, some gathered round the couches drinking and smoking, others sequestered off in dark corners and judging from the sounds echoing out from a few closed doors, there were yet more people enjoying one another's company further inside.

The smell of cigarette smoke coiled in the air and filled her lungs as she breathed deep, mingling with the scent of sex. Yes, this is exactly where she wanted to be.

“Sweet, lesbos!”

A pale man with badly dyed hair on the couch grinned up at them with a predator gaze; perhaps it was the way he said that word or the way he licked his lips while looking at them as if they were here just for him, either way, he rubbed Paizleigh the wrong way.

“Who ya callin’ a lesbo ya prick?” She stuck her tongue out at him, “For ya information, Ah’m bi.”

“And so am I!” Mollie giggled, “This one is fun but well, the fact that we’re here should tell you we’re very trusting.”

“Ey, ey, no harm meant darlings.” The man threw up his hands, “Name’s Spider, come make yourselves comfy. This is my place after all.”

Paizleigh tried not to be impressed; Spider was such a cool name. She sat down and immediately took the smoke offered, breathing deep so that the smoke filled her lungs and burned her throat. God it felt good. She breathed out through her nose, feeling the heat singe the inside of her nostrils and immediately took a second puff, then a third.

“Woah, slow down dragon lady.” Spider laughed, “At that rate you’ll run out of lungs before the night is up.”

“I ain't about to run out of lungs anytime soon.” She grinned, leaning forward so that her breasts were on full display. “I can breathe very deeply.”

She took a deep breath, feeling her bosom strain against the tightness of her shirt, threatening to break free at any second. It was like a game, watching each person in the room dip their eyes and try to hide it. Their interest was obvious and palpable and Paizleigh basked in the attention. She started to take it further, crossing and uncrossing her legs so that the clear outline of her vagina was visible between her legs thanks to the too tight pants.

Paizleigh had obviously never gone to a swingers party before but she knew that even for one of these affairs she was acting crudely. Half the other guests were giving her the stink eye but she didn't care, because the other half were trying hard to hide their arousal. Even Mollie kept sliding her eyes back to Paizleigh, even as Spider came to sit next to her, close enough to make his intentions quite clear.

“Don’t bother trying to be subtle when you sneak her off,” Paizleigh grinned, “She’s a squealer.”

“Paizleigh!” Mollie gasped, blushing deeply but smiling all the same.

“Ah’m just telling it how it is, hun.” She cackled, “An’ Ah’m a squealer too, ain’t no shame in it.”

Fuck it felt so good to say that; especially in this sexy as voice. Paizleigh found herself talking more and more as she lit up another cigarette that found its way between her fingers. She put her feet up on the coffee table and stretched out, splaying herself across a whole corner of the couch and giving everybody a perfect view of what her body looked like spread eagle.

It wasn’t long before one of the other guests came and joined her on the couch, sliding in close enough that Paizleigh could smell the alcohol on his breath and found herself jealous.

“Hard to imagine an experienced girl like you picking that twiggy little thing for a partner.” He jabbed a thumb in the direction of Mollie who was now hallways into Spider’s lap.

“Mollie is fabulous,” She replied curtly, “It’s hard to find a partner so..wha’ do they call it? In tune? Yeah, in tune with yer own interests.”

“Such as?”

Paizleigh grinned.

“Gettin’ fucked by strangers.”

She blew smoke in his face and cackled as he coughed; to her delight though he grinned right back at her.

“You know, it’s nice seeing a girl who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it.”

“C’mon mate, let’s be real, I ain’t no girl. Ah’m a woman, a woman with plenty of experience who’d be happy to teach ya a thing or too. Provided that’s all good with you babe?”

She craned her neck to look past her new companions neck and saw Mollie was now fully in Spider’s lap, tongue thrust into his mouth. Without opening her eyes she gave Paizleigh a thumbs up and Paizleigh just laughed. She felt exhilarated and free, the giggles turned to moans in her mouth as the man’s hand found her chest and squeezed, feeling that tell tale stiffness that fake boobs had. He gave her a knowing grin.

“In ma line of work a good body is well worth the investment.” Paizlegh sighed.

“What work is that?”

“The sex kind.”

“I knew I liked you.”

A second later his lips were on her, his stubble scratched as her cheeks and the remnants of alcohol on his tongue burned against her tongue. The flavour of cheap beer mixed with the cigarette smoke yet lingering and Paizleigh moaned at the delicious taste.

As they began to make out hard Paizleigh realised that this was yet another man she had started feeling up without even knowing their name. What’s more, she didn't even care that much. She was so horny she didn't care who her partner was so long as they could nail her hard. In her mind she began to refer to him as Derby, since that was a cheap beer he tasted like.

He was built, not in the gym going way that Zach had been but rather by experience. This was a man who’d worked hard labour his entire life and had muscles made from lifting boxes and skin leathered by the sun. He had all the class and grace as a bull in a china shop and Paizleigh couldn't get enough. His hands were rough, calloused fingers slipped under her shirt and thumbs brushed against her underboob.

Calluses, Paizleigh decided, were incredibly underrated. All the stories spoke of how wonderful soft fingers felt but this was something else. The roughness created even more friction against her skin, she couldn't wait to get them between her legs.

She was sure the polite and correct thing to do at these parties was to get up and move to somewhere more private now that they were getting heated up. But she didn't want to. She wanted everybody to see her, not just Mollie and Spider but everybody. Why wouldn’t she after all, she had nothing to hide. So when Derby pulled her only his lap she did not hesitate to grind down on his hips and drink in the groan he made.

“Fuck, this ass.” He grabbed great handfuls of the skin, massaging it and holding it tight against his palms, “So fuck’n big.”

“You love it, don't lie.” She said huskily, taking one last drag of her cigarette before it burnt down to her fingers and she stubbed it out on the coffee table. An irritated yell broke her pleasure as Spider stared at her, shooting her a withering look from across the couch while Mollie whinged that he’d stopped touching her.

“That’s my table.”

“So it is.” Paizleigh said nonchalantly before glaring right back at him, “What’cha gonna do about it?”

She turned her eyes to a smoulder, watching as Spider’s irritation was invaded by arousal and attraction. Confidence really was key.

“You hopefully.” He hissed, “After I’m done with your little girl friend.”

“Ooooh can I watch?” Mollie asked.

“You’d better-aaaah!”

It seemed Derby was sick of being ignored and had pressed three fingers to the front of her tight pants, feeling her folds through the thin fabric. The sudden burst of pleasure there temporarily took her words away and Derby chuckled.

“So there is a way to shut you up.”

“I can-ah! Think of a better way.” She groaned, threading her fingers through his greasy hair and pressing their lips together.

He nibbled on her swollen lips and dug his fingers into her sides; it was rough but not in a painful way. More like a primal way; two people who couldn't control the carnal lust inside them. Soon those rough hands were on her hips, pushing down on the waistband digging into her skin. With great effort she wiggled her hips enough to get the pants pulled down, revealing that she was commando underneath. Derby yanked the pants off her, right there in the middle of the living room. It wasn't like all the stories; where her consciousness focused on her partner alone and the rest of the world faded away. On the contrary, Paizleigh felt hyper aware of all the eyes on them. They were the centre of attention as she drew out Derby’s thick cock and pressed herself against it.

There was a groan to her left, somebody else was getting off on watching them, judging by the wet sucking sound that she knew meant fingers were slipping in and out of a wet pussy. Maybe it was Mollie, she didn’t bother looking. She could hear zippers undoing as others joined in, enjoying the show. They were all looking at her, that was all she cared about.

Derby grabbed both her breasts , squeezing hard enough that it almost hurt as she lowered herself down and without hesitation, began to ride him. She leaned her head back, making eye contact with everybody watching and opening her mouth nice and wide in a loud moan.

“Gawd, oh fuck’n gawd yes! So good!” She moaned, “More! More! Fuck’n pound me!”

He was shorter than Zach had been, but thicker, his base stretched her wider than anything had yet and Paizleigh couldn’t resist grinding down on it over and over again to further stretch her inner walls.

“Such a greedy whore.” Derby growled, slapping a hand against her bare ass and causing the skin to jiggle as she bounced up and down on his cock.

“Ahhhh….ahhhhhh….nghhhnnn!!”

He was bucking his hips as well now, slamming them together so hard that all words fled her brain. She could feel her G spot being pounded, her vision whiting out each time due to the sheer power of the sensations. Derby was grinning, arrogant; he knew exactly what he was doing to her and Paizleigh grit her teeth. Two could play at that game.

She contracted all her muscles, squeezing his cock tight inside her as she rose up. The effect was instant and Derby’s head collapsed back against the couch and his eyelids fluttered.

“Wan’ more?” She growled, “Betcha do.”

She kept herself tight, riding hard enough that she could feel his balls tightening as she crushed down on them. There was a shaky breath from somebody behind her as they came and the sound spurred her on. Bouncing faster and faster until her knees began to ache and her insides began to coil.

“Yes! Almost there, more…more…aaaaahhhhhh!!!”

She kept riding through the orgasm, a little irritated that she came before Derby but it seemed the pulsing squeezes if her orgasm were all it took. His seed pumped up into her, splashing against her inner walls and sending that wave of special satisfaction that only came from having a guy cum inside her.

Spider gave a whoop as Paizleigh raised his hips one final time and Derby’s cock slipped out of her. Somebody, she didn't bother to see who, handed her tissues to clean up but she didn't bother putting her pants back on. Instead she lit another cigarette and sat herself down on the couch, legs apart.

She grabbed a nearby bottle and chugged several great gulps of burning alcohol straight from it before taking a deep drag of her cigarette. Letting it out slowly so that the flavours and smoke swirled across her tongue. Then with a wicked grin raised her gaze to the other party goers.

“C’mon then, who’s next?”

~

Liam sat by the computer hooked up to the Genetic Altron, lost in thought. It was the long weekend and he had the house to himself while Mollie went to visit her parents. He had been using the two machines for almost two months now and he was getting pretty good at narrowing down exactly what sort of life and body he wanted.

Every time he used it, he had fun but couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. The perfect slag lifestyle was within his grasp, he just needed to nail down those final details in order to make Paizleigh his ultimate fantasy. He flicked through magazines as well as plenty of pre-sets already programmed into the machine, taking details from here and there before adding them to his list.

In his mind he made up a history for Paizleigh; who she was, how she came to be living the freelance hooker lifestyle. What her hopes and dreams were. As he did so Liam could feel his fantasy becoming something more; not just a new skin to slip into but a three dimensional person in her own right.

Ideas came much easier and soon his fingers were flying across the keyboard until he realised he was done. Liam held his breath, going over the details one last time to make sure they were all perfect; the usual mental blocks with his name, the rudeness that wasn't too pointed, the crude habits, the immunity to addiction and illness, the wonderful accent, not to mention the new physical traits.

He sat down in the chair practically buzzing with excitement; it was funny, he’d lost count of how many times he’d used this machine now and yet the thrill never went away. The machine powered up and that warm, pleasurable feeling emanated out from the diodes until it coated his entire skin, giving it a tingling sensation that made his anticipation build.

“Yessssss…” He hissed, feeling the delightful widening of his hips, his shoulders burned in tandem as they sloped, his middle sucking in to form a pretty hourglass shape.

His figure began to fill out as his breasts and ass began to swell, filling naturally before turning slightly stiff and hard as the silicone inflated them further. He loved how solid yet soft they felt and couldn’t wait to run his hands all over them.

The headband vibrated and he sighed in relief; feeling Paizleigh being put back where she belonged. It was hard, as his excitement mounted and his inhibitions vanished, to stay still. He wanted so badly for the change to hurry up and finish so she could see it!

“Here we go….’ere we go!”

She couldn't help but give a few bouts of breathy laughter, listening to her voice change in real time; going from smooth and deep to short and husky.

“Ah’m back, bitches!” She giggled as her hips raised and her ass took on a peachy round shape.

Hair with the texture of straw tickled at her shoulders and she drummed her fingers in impatience; listening as the sound went from dull to sharp as her nails grew. Finally, after what felt like much longer than usual, the machine buzzed and whirred off and Paizleigh ripped off the diodes and helmets and ran for the mirror.

“Fook yeah!” She grinned, “Tha’s it! Tha’s me righ’ there!”

The hair was probably the most notable change from her usual fair; going blonde was obvious; too obvious. Now it was inky black, the kind of matte black that lacked natural shine and only came from repeated cheap dye jobs at home in the bath rather than by a hairdresser. Her fringe though was pink, a slightly faded hot pink that drew the eye perfectly to her sharp, angular face. It was feminine but striking; no rosy cheeks and sweet smiles here.

She ran her tongue over the slightly uneven teeth; they weren't too off, just the sort of teeth that probably would have benefitted from braces as a teen. In his mind, Paizleigh and her family had better things to spend money on back then rather than expensive mouth bling though. She liked it, the slight snaggy tooth gave her character! She didn't look like those fake, photoshopped barbies on the front of magazines; she stood out; if people couldn't handle it that was their problem.

She lifted her round tits and smiled, letting them go to bounce. They were still slightly stiff from the boob job having increased her bust size by two whole cups. Now they were a stunning G cup, yet had almost little to no sag. Normally, back pain would be a problem but thanks to the Genetic Altron, that was not an issue.

She turned, admiring her bubble but along with the new addition of a heart shaped tramp stamp right above her cleft. It was cute; a little stretched but still clear. The dye in the middle was slightly faded but who cares? She looked hot as fuck.

She spent a few more minutes before the mirror, admiring herself, feeling confident in her skin for once and glad to be rid of stuffy shirts and ties. With a skip in her step she jumped into the reality changer, focusing on her favourite world and within seconds; she was back. Her tiny, musty apartment was waiting for her. The air smelt stale on account of the windows being jammed shut. The scene of old cigarettes and dust permeated everything and Paizleigh took a deep breath before letting it out with a satisfied sigh; it was home.

The sun was setting, the sky outside already a dusty purple. If it weren't for the light pollution of the city Paizleighh was sure she would be able to see stars. She made her way over to the benchtop that doubled as her make up table. Several envelopes stamped with big red, angry letters sat atop it. Most of them said things like URGENT and PAST DUE.

“Well fook.” She grinned, “Looks like Ah’lll have to work a long shift tonight to earn enough to cover all this. Ah’d better look ma best.”

She swept the envelope aside and picked up the plastic tub from beneath the benchtop where all her makeup was stored. She had been practising the last few times she jumped to this reality and she was getting pretty good; or at least, as good as she wanted to get.

She reached inside and drew out several tubes of lipstick. Red? Too generic. Pink? Too girly. Black? Perfect. She smeared the dark gloss over her lips, painting perfectly around her cupid bow. The only downside to having such fat, inflated lips was that she burned through lipsticks twice as fast. This one was already practically a nub. She paired it with a purple lip line and then giant, fake eyelashes. Her favourite kind with the little hot pink rhinestones in the corner to match her fringe colour. Carefully as she could, she painted her nails a deep purple, enjoying the coolness of the polish as it dried.

Paizleigh pouted for the mirror; it was almost a shame to cover herself with clothing; to hide any of this amazing body from the world seemed like a crime. More than once she had been tempted to walk out onto the streets like this in nothing but her make up just to see what sort of reaction she would get but if she spent the night at the police station for indecent exposure how would she earn her rent? She supposed she could suck some dick to get out on ‘good behaviour’ but if the copper was a prude then what? No, as sigh inducing as it was, she had to get dressed. Luckily, that could be fun in its own way.

Despite always being strapped for cash Paizleigh had a frankly ludicrous amount of outfits at her disposal. She thumbed through leather pants and revealing tops until she found what she was after. Her favourite fishnet stocking, crotchless of course and perfect for wearing without panties. She had to take a lot of dick tonight and the last thing she wanted was for her stockings to get damaged, not needing to take them off was the obvious solution. That and the fact that dudes loved nailing women in revealing clothes; sometimes less was more.

She paired them with her leather boots with silver buckles and huge heels. The arch of her foot stretched and strained to stand at such an angle and she could only imagine the aching feet she would have tomorrow if she spent all night in these. She strapped them up without hesitation.

“Hmmmm, now wha’ to wear on top…”

She placed a hand on her hip, half watching her reflection in the mirror and admired the shape of her bare ass in the stockings and half looking at her options. She decided on the pink leather skirt with the fake leopard spots and the easy to remove crop top with the deep V neckline. She put in three sets of earrings and felt along the shell of the appendage, room for one more in the future maybe. Her signature lipstick kiss choker completed the look.

“Ya look like a million bucks, babe.” She told her reflection, “Now go out and earn it.”

Paizleigh laughed at her own joke; she may have been good but at twenty pound a fuck she’d have to take quite a bit of punishment to earn a million. For fun she tried to work it out as she grabbed a purse and exited the apartment but gave up before she’d reached the elevator. She just didn't have a head for figures, at least not anymore.

She walked down the street with a swing in her step. Literally. With heels this high her ass was thrust out far enough that she had no choice but to sway it from side to side to avoid over balancing. A woman with a plain jane face and drab hair gave her the stink eye as she passed and Paizleigh didn't hesitate to give her the finger; what was she going to do? Fight her? That little twig wouldn't last a second and she knew it, since she hurried walked past without a word.

“Fook’n bitch, judging me.” She muttered under her breath, “She’s just jealous she don’t look this good and probably hasn’t had a real orgasm in years. Prude.”

She lit up and made her way to her favourite corner down the street from the local dive bar. It was a hot spot for picking up sad guys who had just been dumped by their girlfriends and drunkards too inebriated to think twice about getting some love.

She was just finishing up her cigarette when the door to the bar opened and a young guy, who couldn't be more than twenty five, was chucked out onto the street in a heap.

“Yerrrr well… I’ll jussst go somewhere else!” he slurred, getting to his feet wonkily and Paizleigh laughed. The sun had only just disappeared behind the horizon and this kid was already completely sozzled.

He stumbled across the street until he was opposite her and she watched as his eyes looked her up and down.

“Hey slut!” He yelled, loud enough that the whole street turned to see, “Show us ya tits!”

Paizleigh’s cheeks burned, not with anger or embarrassment but arousal. Her fantasy, the one of walking down the street naked flashed in her mind and she gave a quick glance in either direction to make sure no police were around. That confirmed she met the blurry eyes of the man across the street and pulled up her crop top; fully exposing her boobs for the word to see before pulling it back down to her midriff.

“Woooo! Ya the best!!”

The praise and attention filled her with glee as the drunken man continued to shamble away to find another watering hole. Within seconds somebody else was approaching her, a nervous looking man with shaggy hair who kept ringing his hands together.

“I uh, I wanted to um…”

“Uh uh uh what?” Paizleigh teased, leaning in close so her breasts were almost shoved in his face. “Hmmmm?”

“I uh, sorry if this is offensive but I wasn’t…ummmm.” There was a bulge forming in his pants and Paizleigh cackled.

“C’mon mate I ain’t got all night?”

“Are you a prostitute?” He blurted out.

“Loud and proud darlin’, you look’ for some fun.”

The man gave a squeak and quick nod.

“I saw…well when you flashed that guy.”

“Ya saw my titties and wanted a taste?”

Paizleigh didn't think it was possible for a human face to get any redder, the man looked like he was half beet.

“Ain’t no need to be shy, luv.” Paizleigh sighed, “Twenty quid for a blowy, fifty if ya wanna get in me.”

“I’ve got fifty on me.” He said meekly, “There’s a park not far from here.”

“Ya, I know the way.” She nodded, “Come with me luv, I’ll take good care of ya.”

She took his hand and started down the little alleyway that led to the park in question. There was a little grove, just behind a row of fruit bushes that had enough room for two people to lay down in relative privacy, provided no voyeurs came along and decided to peek. Not that it would bother her personally but this guy seemed like the nervous type and the last thing she wanted was him getting soft in her when she was three thrusts away from cumming because some dude got nosy.

“You’re sure this is private enough?” He said as they wound their way through the bushes.

“Oh yeah, most people will hear us going at it and look the other way.”

“W-we could go to a hotel.”

“Nah, no use paying extra, c’mon, let’s get to it.”

She sat herself on the ground and patted the grass next to her invitingly. Already her pussy was beginning to moisten, thinking about how badly she was going to corrupt this young man. It was obvious from his anxiety that he’d never hired a hooker before and had no idea what he was doing. She would have fun bringing him to the edge.

“Right…uh…”

Oh for crying out loud.

With a roll of her eyes Paizleigh grabbed hold of his hands and pressed them to her chest, happily sighing as his fingers tightened around her breasts.

“Just relax luv, have fun, cop a feel.”

“OoOoOoohkay.” He laughed nervously.

“I’m Paizleigh.”

“Rich.” He swallowed, eyes firming on her chest as he massaged the flesh, pressing her tits together and then apart again.

He was nervous, but not completely inexperienced; Paizleigh could read him like a book. This was a guy who’d gotten his heart broken and now, finally, libido was overruling his need for romance.

“No need to be gentle, Rich.” She giggled, “Ah ain’t some pretty flower, ah’m not gonna break if you squeeze ‘em tight

She could see the fire in his eyes as his grip increased and she sighed in pleasure; that was more like it. Rich grew bolder, hands slipping into the deep V of her shirt to caress her breasts, fingers brushing over nipples as the fabric strained against the added stretch. After a few moments the buttons at the front simply gave up and popped open and with a quick shrug the item was removed entirely. The small bulge she’d seen forming in Rich’s pants earlier was now a full tent, a tiny spec of precum staining the front of his shorts.

With deft, practised hands Paizleigh moved to his belt and undid it, kissing him firmly as she did so with a pornographic moan. He was hesitant at first but soon their tongues were tangling together as she pulled the belt free and began to tug at his pants. She could practically feel his hesitance and anxiety melting away as lust took over, his hands stopped trembling and gripped hard at her chest, tweaking her nipples hard enough that she swore.

“Tha’s more like it!” She praised, lowering her full lips to the man’s neck and biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

Rich shuddered and gasped and Paizleigh couldn't help but giggle a little; aw, that must have been his first hickey. She ran her tongue gently over the shallow indents she'd left in his skin and felt his cock twitch as her leg came to rest against it.

“Ever had a tit job, Rich?” She asked, pressing her breasts to his chest.

“N-no?”

“Throw in an extra twenty and ah’ll getcha off twice.”

She nipped at the shell of his ear and Paizeligh was sure she could hear the cogs in his head struggling to turn. Not that she could blame him for being overwhelmed with all this sexiness pressing up against him. If only she'd thought to remove his shirt first she was sure he wouldn't have hesitated for a second.

“Okay.” He replied a moment later, sounding breathy and desperate.

Paizleigh’s mouth turned into a wicked grin as she pushed him back onto the grass, crawling down his body to rest her round tits against his crotch. His cock was ramrod straight and hard as diamond. Perfect.

To be honest, she had never given a tit job before, only ever heard of them; but as she squeezed her breasts together, trapping the dick between them she couldn't believe it had taken her this long to try it. She began to rise and fall using her knees, stroking the cock with her tits as it slid between them.

“Ooohhhh fuck! Oh fuck, w-wow…” Rich seemed totally overcome in a matter of seconds.

His hips began to buck so that his tip almost disappeared into her cleavage as she rose only to pierce through against and again as the tit job continued. Paizleigh could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. The rough skin of his length squeezed between her cleavage felt wonderful and it sent sparks of pleasure across her skin and down to her core. Her breasts got more and more sensitive the longer she kept it up and she squeezed them together as tight as she could to milk every last drop of pleasure from it that she could.

She could also feel his balls slapping against her underboobs and tell they were already starting to tighten. She grinned with anticipation, drinking in the desperate sounds Rich was making as he bit down on his knuckles.

“Don’ be ashamed hun,” She said breathily, “let it out.”

“Oh god, oh fuck! Fuck I’m close! I’m clo-oooooooh!!!”

He thrust up one final time, hard enough that she slipped down to bump her chin against his head just in time for cum to start spraying. It coated her cheek and spurted hard enough that she could feel it hit some of her hair. It was warm and smelt deliciously rich. She did not hesitate to poke her tongue out and lap at the droplets that had landed on her lips and cheeks.

“F-fuck, I’m so s-sorry!” He shuddered as she gently pressed her breasts around him again, “Gah-ah! You d-don't need to keep going…”

“Ah think ah do.” She teased, “I promised ya two rounds and I want ya in me, can't do that half soft.”

Rich just groaned as his oversensitive cock was pressed between her tits, slicked by his own cum. Paizleigh felt filthy and she loved it. Once Rich was hard once more she moved back, wiping the cum from her face and hair quickly before crawling up his body and positioning herself above his length with her back to him.

“Don’t you need to take your stockings off?” Rich asked, sounding slightly dazed.

Paizleigh pulled back so that she was kneeling above him on her knees and looked over her shoulder with a grin. She lifted her skirt in a mockery of a curtsy and poked out her tongue.

“Why would ah need to do that’?”

Before Rich could get another word out she sunk down, groaning with satisfaction as she felt the length part her folds easily. She was more than slick enough to get right to the point; why some whores needed lube she would never understand.

“Oh yeah.” She sighed, leaning forwards to brace herself on his legs, “Tha’s the stuff.”

She started humping, rolling her hips before lifting them so that her clit rubbed against his balls ever so slightly each time. She squeezed him tight, eliciting a wail before she did it against and again, causing the wail to turn to choked sounds of pleasure.

“Oh Gawd yes!!” She groaned, not caring who heard, “Fuck me harder Rich, C’mon!”

He started to buck his hips upwards, thrusting so hard it made her dizzy. She started riding him harder surging up so high he almost slipped out only to slam down hard once more. Using her experience to guide her she removed one hand, balancing on one as the other moved between her legs to press at her front. Her clit ached as her finger circled it and spurred her onwards.

“G-Gods I’m going to cu-cum again!”

“Not yet you ain’t!” She growled, looking over his shoulder as she continued to ride him hard, “Not till ah say so!”

Nnnghh….mmmm.” She could see him biting his lip, he was so close, trying desperately to hold on as she squeezed him tighter. She was so close, just a little more.

A moment later she felt it, the burn rapidly expanding in her vagina until finally, she threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy as she came. She felt her own wetness splash against Rich's cock as she squirted, the pussy juice sealed inside by his length. She ground down on him, teasing him by squeezing his softening cock and over over again until he had to beg for her to dismount.

“That was…amazing.” He groaned, weakly flopping back in the grass and gasping for breath, “You’re worth more than seventy bucks.”

“Aw, ya so sweet.” She cooed, pocketing the money as soon as he handed it over.

Her pussy was aching in that wonderfully satisfying way but she knew from experience that it wouldn't last long. Already the craving for more cock was growing and she was glad for it. If she finished the night with only seventy dollars to show for it she’d be pretty poorly off.

She bade goodbye to Rich as redressed, the man waving awkwardly before hurrying away. She just rolled her eyes; why everybody acted as if sex was so shameful she would never understand. She stood up to see a couple looking disgusted as they hurried walked along the path not far from her little grove.

“Pervs!” She called after them, causing the two to move even faster as she giggled watching. Idly she wondered how hard the guy had to fight off an erection listening to her and Rich get it on.

With a spring still in her step she made her way back to her beloved corner, the night life was really coming alive now and more people were on the streets. The music from the club a few blocks over was starting to thump and Paizleigh could feel the vibrations working their way up her heels. Perhaps if she was fortunate she could pay the place a little visit, a sort of break between clients. She might even luck out and score some ecstasy in exchange for a bathroom quickie.

Taking a deep drag of her cigarette she sighed in happiness; it was going to be a good night.

~

By the time Paizleigh returned to her apartment in the early hours of the morning her tits were sore, her feet aching and her pussy well and truly satisfied; she felt wonderful. What’s more, her purse was filled with enough cash to cover those bills and then some. She flopped onto the bed, falling asleep in her sweat covered clothes and falling asleep instantly, dreaming of night skies half blocked out by the silhouettes of lovers.

She woke to find grass stains all over her head, spread from her back. She’d not even noticed them last night and she thought back to her little trip into the club. The whole room would have seen them and known what she had been up to only moments earlier. It made her body burn with pride and arousal; what better advertising was there?

Stretching out she toed off her shoes and stripped down for a shower, shivering at the water that refused to go above a mild lukewarm. This was the first time she had spent a full night in another reality and she found she was enjoying it. The roughness of this apartment, the cool water turning her nipples hard in the morning air; it was all so exhilarating.

Putting on a pair of trashy track pants and a tank top that had both seen better days she set about paying those pesky bills. Tying her badly dyed hair into a side ponytail and heading down the stairs to the bank. She skipped brushing her teeth and instead opted for a breakfast of mint gum which she chewed loudly and blew bubbles with as she walked.

As she waited in line she found herself quickly growing bored. It was almost ten o’clock, should all these stuffed shirts and business types be in the office by now? Instead of forcing her to wait in a stupid line to put her hard earned cash into her account. This would be so much easier if she could just mail the notes to the electricity company or something.

To pass the time she blew bubbles, seeing how big they could get before they popped. She watched as the man in front of her in line turned and glared. She smiled at him with narrowed eyes and made a point of blowing her biggest bubble yet. He didn't say a word, a shame, she was rather hoping to rip him a new one if he tried.

She took care of the boring stuff, paying the bills and then decided to spend the day treating herself. She walked around the mall in her tracksuit, hitting up all the high end stores and rolling over the outfits she could never afford, delighting in watching the sheer terror in those stuck up sales women's faces when she walked in. She only meant to buy one thing; a hot red mini dress but then she saw the most amazing pair of platform shoes that would match perfectly. Before she knew it, she was handing over her last few pounds for a pack of cigarettes at the corner shop on the way home and she was broke again.

“Fookin’ hell.” She pouted before shrugging it off.

In her line of work, new clothes were basically an investment, right? So really, she was just making a smart business decision, besides the dress would have paid for itself by the time tonight was over.

Her prediction ran true; she wore the new dress out a few hours later and soon enough her money woes were over. At least for another night. She even managed to bump into Brandon again and one blow job later she was lit up like an ecstasy Christmas tree. God, sex on ecstasy was a treat. It was as if every nerve in her body was a live wire, the orgasms were fast and Earth shattering and she had no trouble taking man after man with barely a break between.

The next day was much the same; smoke and watch crappy reality tv by day, fuck and get paid for it by night. Never in her life had Paizleigh enjoyed her job so much. It seemed like every night she worked she learned some new position or trick to make the pleasure go just that one step further. So when the long weekend finally came to a close she found herself morose at the idea of going back to the world of her old life; filled with glitz, glamour and so many fucking business emails.

“Cya soon.” She sighed to her beloved apartment, focusing on the exit before waking up in the familiar pod.

Her body was fine, sustained by her time in the other reality but it almost felt wrong to be her sexy, Paizleigh self in this reality. As she sat back down in the Genetic Altron to turn back into…whatever her name was she realised that for the first time in her life, she was tempted to take a sick day.

~

Paizleigh was spending more and more time experimenting with different bodies and realities. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Mollie. They had been dominatrixes, dancers in Vegas and workers in the Red Light District of Amsterdam; all wonderful experiences with a delightful array of features to play with. No matter what they experimented with though, they always came back to their favourite reality; cheap whores working the streets to pay rent and loving life. That apartment, that world was starting to feel more and more real by the day; all bright colours and fun while Liam’s world was dull, and grey.

She was not sure when the change happened but she first noticed it while sitting in her office, eyes glazing over as she went through yet another days worth of samey emails. She was in her original Liam body, with all his usual trappings. She couldn’t swear or act crudely to save her life here, and yet she still felt like Paizleigh deep down.

She was still a she, regardless of what was current between her legs. The realisation caused a seed to appear within her mind, a tiny idea that over the coming weeks and trips into various different realities, began to grow and flower. It was not something he could enact quickly; no matter how much he wanted to.

It would take time to train up a successor; somebody who he could trust with the company and ensure his family’s legacy remained intact. It would likely take months to even find the right person. He didn’t spend decades repressing himself only to hand the company over to some playboy and have its image ruined in a gossip rag scandal. Once he had them though; he could retire.

Sell the story that he wanted to live a quiet life with his wife and sign over the position to somebody else. Perhaps he would even find a doctor, in another reality just to be safe, to write him a note diagnosing him with chronic fatigue or something, just to make sure he had a good reason for leaving in his thirties. Whether he could ever go through with it remained to be seen. He would have to think about it deeply over the coming months, maybe even years.

He had plenty of money, more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life. At least in this world. He and Mollie could spend their days as their true selves, reality hopping and maybe even taking out their trashy bodies in this world. They could be obnoxious tourists! Oh yes, that would certainly be fun. The idea brought a smile to her face as she returned home and immediately headed for the basement; Mollie was already done up in her favourite body, grinning at her reflection in the mirror as she bounced her breasts with her fingers.

“Usual reality?” She asked, “We are super behind on rent in that word, might even have to find ourselves a gang bang or end up on the streets.”

“Well then, I’d better up my cup size just a little.” He grinned.

“If you do that you’ll fall over!” She laughed.

“Just you wait and see!”

He flicked the switch and hopped in the machine, eager and ready to go home.

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