It had been a long day at the shoot, and Candi wasn't lucid for most of it. Spending the bulk of her time stuck inside a horny haze as she was repeatedly made to pose in various outfits, often times while also hook up to a vibrator, or wearing a chastity belt with a remote vib egg trapped inside her cunt. If she behaved and was a good slut, her hired male servent/manager would give her a few seconds of pleasure with the remote. This was entirely her own idea too. Somehow her sex crazed, stupid brain had managed to stumble its way to that idea. Her manager had flat out accepted it on the spot as a reward for completing a coherent thought which actually would help her work better.
Candi, having become quite tired from the shoot (and fuckfest afterwards) was currently being princess carried to her penthouse by her man servant. She was dead tired, and he was always kind to her.
This was actually a common sight to see too. Candi, while having a reputation for being literally the best fuck anyone, male or female, could have in the entire city, had nickname that went with it, "Snow White" (or often just Snow). It was her stage name too. She had been given this name because of how she always left shoots dead tired often after servicing many men, or had fallen asleep durring her breaks. Only for her man servant, who had been jokingly dubbed "Prince Charming", to come wake her and bring her home.
"Alan" you mumbled, calling out your man servant's name. "Candi is sorry for sleeping at work again. Candi loves you lots Alan" you said, kissing him, well more like sloppily sucking on his mouth with your fat lips than a kiss, but he knows your intention from working for you for so long. He simply smiled back at you, "I know you do Madam, now lets get you to bed".
"At least tell Candi you love Candi too" you pout.
"Would you stop being a high end prostitute if I did?" He asked, already knowing your answer.
"Candi could con- con-si uh..."
"Consider" Alan fills in.
"Yes! That word. Candi can consi-... cona-." You felt that words could be like, super hard sometimes. Taking a breath you try once again. "Candi thinks Candi could do it if Alan wanted it." Yep, you gave up immediatly on trying to say it.
"Don't worry, I am not asking you to quit. It was just a joke. Plus you already have another couple of shoots planned for next week, so quitting before doing them isn't very nice." Alan continues carrying you all the way through the lobby and into your private elevator. You actually own the entire building, and Alan had a private elevator installed just for your convenience.
Upon entering your penthouse, Alan undresses the both of you and carries you to bed. You had showered at the shoot earlier. It was already past 1am, but it was fine. You could sleep in tomorrow since it was your day off. Setting you down on the massive bed, you sleepily move under the covers, whike staying in the very center. Alan slips in too, and moves over next to you, and rolls onto his side facing you.
You both always slept facing each other. Each other's company put you both at ease in the massive penthouse. Alan did sometimes wish Candi would sleep in a spot he could see her face though. But, this wasn't bad either as he felt his familiar warm, moist sheath envelop his cock completely. Candi couldn't sleep soundly unless his cock was buried deep in her mouth. She could doze off at work, but it was nothing more a light nap, never deep enough to elevate her built up stress and exhaustion from the day.
"Mhnmhi muvhs mouh mhwn" [Candi loves you Alan] you try saying to the cock in your mouth as you continue to suck it. Like a pacifier is to a baby. Alan's cock was the same to you. You felt Alan begin stroking your hair as you sucked, drifting off to sleep.
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You opened up your eyes, feeling well rested. However something was wrong. Alan's cock was no where to be seen, and you were not in your penthouse anymore. You appeared to be in some kind of store that sold anything from odd trinkets to highly detailed clothing. Looking around, you see a strangely clothed woman sitting on a counter staring back at you. Confused, you were about to speak up when she started talking to you. "So, how was your trial run for the Slut-O-Matic? Looking at your settings, you certainly had set yourself up with a good spot in life. And if the data logs are anything to go by, you at least physically enjoyed yourself, Joe."
"Um, Candi is a bit confused. Why is Candi in this shop? Where is Alan?" Beginning to panic, you wrap your arms around yourself, only to find out that you are missing your boobies, and pussy, and everything else. "What is going on? Where are Candi's boobies?" You ask starting to sob.
The women hops off the counter comming over to try and comfort you. "Come on now. Try and remember who you are. You are not Candi. You are Joe. My valued customer. Not some bimbo slut."
As she comforted you, you gradually began comming to your senses, remembering your real identity, regaining your intelligence, removing and Candi's hold on your system. "There we go. Sorry, but that sometimes happens to certain customers. The more you do it though, the easier it will be to keep your mind intact upon leaving the simulated world. By the way, my names Nicole, and I work for the shop."
"What the fuck" you say, still somewhat out of it. Your mind was full of conflicting opinions. You still had lingering traces of Candi still in there it seemed, because you are straight, you had no desire to suck a dick, but a part of you suddenly got excited by thinking about dicks and was eagerly waiting in anticipation. But the obvious one was that you currently still thought using Candi's voice and her third person speech pattern. It was pretty annoying, especialy since you kept refering to yourself as Candi, not Joe, because of a habit you shouldn't even have. Fortunately, this only affected your thinking, not your actual speech.
"Now now, all lingering effects should just be temporary. They will work themselves out over the next few days. It may be annoying, but please bare with it for now. However, lets get back to my first question. How was it? Did you enjoy it?" Nicole was very eager to hear about your experiences as a slutty bimbo.
"It, was definitely a different experience than what I thought I would be having. I didn't expect to actually become the bimbo slut. You guys should seriously lable that somewhere" you complained.
"Nope, it ruins the fun. Plus how many people would honestly use it if we did that?" She replied. You hated to admit it, but she was right. You would have never tried it out if you knew you would become the bimbo.
"Fair point. I guess I enjoied it, but only because I was so stupid that I couldn't mentally bring myself to care about my situation. So I can't really say if I liked it, but Candi sure as hell seemed to. If that answers your question."
"Oh, I see. Well I guess that makes enough sense. So then, ready to go again? And don't worry, we will never charge anyone for trial runs."
"What? Hell no. Why would I even want to do it again?" You couldn't believe that she asked you to go again. Like she just assumed it was your intention to go it again.
"Aww please! I'll tell you what, I will help you making sure you can get a good experience, and not hating it afterwards. Or I could join you as your lesbian girlfriend or wife if you prefer it that way. Nothing here says you had to be a cock hungry slut. If we wanted to, this device can even make us ideal slutty human partners for almost any animal too. So if you ever wanted to know what its like to be balls deep on a horse cock, or how having a womb full of pig jizz feels, or even question what its would be like to be carrying around your recently fertalized eggs, in search of a place to lay them, then this is your chance. The Slut-O-Matic is here to help fulfill your sluttiest dreams and answer your sluttiest questions! The only restrictions are that for the trial run, you must stay, or become a female, and will have a human body (though with potential modifiers added)."
"Wait, now you are comming too? And you are talking like I don't get a say anymore."
"You bet, and nope, you don't. You will be going again, just with me now this time because I want to get a first hand experience too. So what will it be? Still want to hang out with the guys? Or maybe you want to keep things just between us girls? Or are you more of an animal lover, if you know what I mean?"