As Zossie plunged the purple dildo into her pussy, she started to hear the sound of 70s style music ringing through her ears. It was her all time personal favorite. Many of her friends would look to her, saying that disco music was grandparents or parents music and was dead for a long time. To Zossie though, it was alive in her very soul. She has all the best hits on her phone and dance all disco like. In fact, she dressed herself as a disco dancer for Halloween and felt proud of it. If only she lived in the world were Disco ruled, she would be the center of attention. It would be a dream come true for her and would sacrifice her old life to live the new one.
As she thought of that, her body tingled and her mind started to empty out of her head. Her eyes soon rolled back to the top of her head and was white as a ghost while her mouth opened up with moans and a bit of drool came down her chin. Soon enough, her brain was drained of knowledge, memories, and even Zossie herself and was 100% blank while all she could think about is self-pleasure and the loud disco music ringing in her ears. What was really happening is that the Dildovac 4.0 was activated when the penetration begins. Not only that, but it listened to what Zossie thought about used it as a way to change her and achieve her dream.
Each pumping action she did is causing her body and shift and grows. Her arms and legs begin stretching and her body filling out through her teens. Her breathing started to get heavier as each inhale and exhale caused her boobs to increase, centimeter by centimeter. Going from an A-cup to a B-cup and then some. Her hips start to pull outward and her lithe body was beginning to gain a curvy hourglass while the small paunch on her stomach deflated and flatten. Her rear started to plump up as each thrust of the dildo caused it to expand and rounded nice and shapely. Muscle tone started to increase on her arms and legs as if he was working out in the gym. Even her tan skin started to look slightly darker, giving her a caramel like tone. Even her face was molding like clay, as her structure was more oval then round while the pimples on her face smoothed over and her blemishes and birthmarks vanished away, leaving her skin fairly smooth. Her long brown hair started to darken as well as the tips was slowly curling, spreading upwards to cause it to shorten. Zossie’s moans lowered and sounded more mature as she went from being fifteen to around her twenties. Yet she didn’t know is as her mind and eyes were running on autopilot with her thrusting the Dildo into her out juices.
Another thing that she didn’t know is that her own room was going back in time, starting wit her furniture. All her posters of boy bands and fantasy worlds tinkered and phased into 70s exploitation films and 70s artists. Her hanging wide screen TV downgraded completely to a box set made of wood and knobs with two antennas sticking out sitting on a cabinet. All her clothes were replaced with fashions of the seventies, from work attire to club gear. The lamp she had one grew and shifted into a retro style lamp with a floral pattern. Her laptop started to vanish out of thin air on her desk, as computers didn’t exist in the household. Her rectangle bed rounded out and formed into a circle with two huge pillows behind her. The cordless phone she has on her nightstand melted and reshaped itself to turn into a yellow handle bag like rotary phone that was still a popular back in the day. And her phone playing her songs expanded into an old school walkman with the cassette playing the Beegees on her bed while her ear buds exploded and turned into a small headset to match the walkman. Soon enough, her room was mostly 70s and nothing high tech was present. Zossie would’ve noticed it, but she was too preoccupied in masturbation with her Dildo to notice the changes in her room or her body.
Speaking of which, her body kept on aging and maturing as each penetration, each moan, each amount of pleasure, is making her older and different. Her arms and legs stretched further and the tone saw getting hard and tight. Her breasts kept on expanding further, becoming Cs and CCs with each breath. Her curves expanded on her hips, giving her a shapely hourglass with her stomach starting to show what appeared to be a light dusting of abs. While her rear bloated to accommodate her curves, her skin tone darkened more and more, taking on a medium brown color. Her face rearranged with her nose thinning and expanding and her lips puffing out to be big and meaty. With her lowering moans, all of her teeth were evenly straight and were pearly white. Even her hair was nearly black and the curls were spreading up and shortening her hair, making it look like a different style. Zossie’s changing body looked like it belonged to a different person, almost like Zossie was vanishing away and this new woman was taking her place.
The same could be said with her room as it shifted and altered to fit her new body. Her small room slowly started to expand, with her ceiling rising high above her. Some furniture shifted around while new stuff appeared. Her bookshelf started to grow and expand until it was from one end halfway on the wall with books shifting into seventies literature and a large collection retro board games, records and retro 8tracks appeared. Her posters soon turned into framed paintings that was done by seventies painters such as Robert Smithson, Judy Chicago, John Baldessari, and Kazuo Shiraga. The walls started to get decorated with colorful wallpaper comprised of shapes and curves. Her chair, desk, nightstand shifted around until they were 70s themed with artistic deco and the like. The bed sheets started to change into purple velveteen silk, making it look fancy for the circular bed and the mattress itself started to feel a little giggly as water was no filled in, turning it into a water mattress, a popular piece of fabric back in the 70s. Even her Walkman moved up to the nearly shaped nightstand and expanded and grew into a record player with a record spinning and playing Funkytown. Zossie’s room turned into a different room, almost looking like something that belongs to someone who is high class in the 70s. But Zossie doesn’t care as she was rocking her world.
She was nearing her climax as she started to go through her final growth and maturing figure. Her long and incredibly toned arms and legs stretched from the bottom to the top of the round mattress. Her chest exploded out and became solid D cups while her nipples were the size of half dollars. Her child-bearing hips popped once more and she was sporting an extremely curvy hourglass and six pack abs with a round and bubbly butt to match. Her skin color grew incredibly dark that showcases an extreme African decent, as there were no blemishes anywhere on her body. Her face molded into something completely different with high cheekbones, sultry rolled back eyes, a flat and wide nose, and plump and kissable lips. All of her hair darkened to solid black and the strands curled all the way up to the top of her head, shortening, gathering and puffing out until it became a serious looking Afro. Her moans were low and sultry as she scream for a huge orgasm with the dildo she still has with her.
As she screamed, the final changes of her room finished up. Her room is now the size of a small gym with the ceiling three stories high. Windows grew on one side of the room with a view of what looks like San Francisco circa 1970s. New Seventies furniture immediately appeared around the enlarging room that includes a round table with 70s magazines and a recently played board game of Pay Day and a set of art deco chairs wrapped around it, more groovy looking lamps of different styles, a cocktail mini bar with a counter top to drink in the comforts of her own room, and some more unique trinkets that didn’t exist after the 70s. The record player grew and expanded into a stereo system complete with amps and a record/8track combo playing Stayin’ Alive while her headset vanished into the ether. And the top it all off, the lamp hanging on the ceiling started to phase and expand into a sphere with mirrored squares wrapped around it, turning into a rotating disco ball. Soon enough, Zossie’s room has turned into a room fitting for a single rich woman.
The moment she screamed in climax, Zossie immediately passed out and plopped right on the round mattress of her waterbed. The moment she was out, her mind started to refill. But instead of her own memories, its new memories and knowledge of her life. Turns out she’s no longer Zossie anymore, but Zoey, an independent Black woman of 30 at the prime of her life. She had memories of being born during the time of the second World War, was a part of the women’s and blacks rights of the 50s and 60s, and living and single and carefree life throughout the 70s with a decent job and social freedom. She was also sexually driven as she spends most of her time masturbating with herself when she’s lonely. When the changes were done, the purple dildo faded away and was taken back to its previous owner, Hailey, trapping the newly created girl Zoey in this new 70s world. And just like that, Zossie’s wish came true and is now living in the 1970s with a new name, new place, and a new life.
Zoey slowly fluttered her eyes as they were now dark chocolate brown instead of green and slowly got up with a blank expression to her face. “Wow…” she said with a mature and sassy voice, “That was a really groovy time. Wish I had a hunk with me to share that experience.” She got up and started to stretch a little from her long masturbation. “Better get into the shower and freshen myself up for today. Got myself a funky time ahead of me.” So she walked her nude body to the shower, ready to live her brand new 70s life.