[Multi TF/TG] Dimensions of Desire - Part 1

Commissioned Anonymously 

Liam is a stressed businessman who just wants to let go. Thanks to his connections he manages to have scientists construct machines that can let him create his ultimate whore fantasies and live them out in vivid detail.

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Liam sat straight-backed in his chair as the meeting droned on. His posture perfect, his face perfectly schooled into an expression of serious yet approachable interest and one of his many men worked through the quarters financials. WHen the meeting finished he spent the appropriate amount of time mingling with his advisory board before returning to his office. The glass walls ensured he could see and be seen by all the workers on this floor. It was something his father had insisted upon when he built the structure over fifteen years ago. Transparency was key to ensuring workers trusted their CEO; at least in his opinion.

Liam logged his notes, he answered emails, he took calls in his most charming and friendly voice and then, finally, as the sun was setting he was finished. Not in the sense that everything was finished, already his inbox had new emails in it, and there was a pile of papers sitting neatly stacked atop his desk ready for tomorrow morning. Things were looking up for HansonTech; it had been a hard few years since the crash in ‘08 but finally, things were looking up and profits were rising. And all it took was his stress levels going through the roof.

Still, he didn’t let it show. He never let it show. Image was everything, that’s what his father had taught him from an early age. Perfection was not always attainable but if one was aiming for it constantly, you were sure to get closer more often than not. Several of his program directors rode down in the elevator with him; and he patiently listened to their various work stories and ideas before excusing himself to his car.

He slipped into the back and politely ordered the driver to return him home. It was there, once he had passed the housekeeper and walked into his bedroom and locked the door that he finally sighed in relief, letting the tension in his shoulders drop and his facade of calm, authoritative professionalism drop.

God he was tired.

“Big day?”

Liam smiled softly at Mollie where she lay atop the bedsheet, book in hand. He collapsed onto the bed face first like a dramatic teenager and groaned, thankful there was at least one person in the world he didn't have to keep up that act for.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckled, running her long fingernails through his hair soothingly. “You know, you can always take a holiday.”

“I took one six months ago.” He mumbled into the mattress, “I can't have people thinking I am one of those CEO’s in name only.”

“Would that be so bad? You’ve done nothing but work hard for HansonTech since the day you graduated college.”

“My father left me that company, I have a family image to uphold. I can't be another one of those rich boys who got handed everything on a silver platter and then ruined it all.”

“So you’ve said.” Mollie sighed as he rolled over. “I just worry about you love, you hate running that company. Do you really want to spend your whole life miserable, keeping up a front?”

It was true; he did hate being CEO. Not that he would ever admit that to anybody but Mollie. He could only imagine the looks on somebody's face if he said that. He could hear the whispers already;

“You’ve been handed a cushy job and you’re complaining?”

“Most people would kill to be in your position.”

“The people under you work way harder than you do for less! Yet you’re upset?”

He flinched at the thought, rubbing his temples before sighing in contentment as Mollie took over. They’d met at a charity gala, he’d snuck off to have five minutes to breathe, stifled by the crowded room and trying to remember all the names and faces. Mollie had done the same, the rich second daughter of a fashion mogul, nobody wanted to talk to her about anything but her father and how to get into his good graces.

In a way they were kindred spirits and he was grateful to have found her. Yet the idea that he had been caught without his mask had spooked him somewhat; he never let himself go out for air like that again.

“...What about your…little project?” Mollie said slowly after a few moments, “The one the boys down in Research and Development have been working on?”

“A few more weeks.” He said, heart fluttering just at the thought, “It’s hard, getting it built with different teams enough that none of them figure out exactly what it is.”

“If you were just honest-”

“No way? If people find out it’ll be a PR nightmare. Not to mention I’ll lose the respect of my entire workforce.”

“I know and I still respect you.”

“You are the exception to the rule my dear.” He smiled, sitting up and kissing her lightly on the lips.

Mollie put the book down and returned the kiss, slowly pushing him down into the mattress and stroking down the side of his face.

“I think you need some time to relax, let me be in charge for a little bit.”

~

It was several weeks later when it finally happened. He was halfway through his morning emails when a new one appeared at the top. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but the fact that it was from the head of the Research Department stating simply that the new prototype was complete made the hair on Liam’s arms stand on end.

He sent back a courteous thank you and swiftly organised for everything to be delivered to his private residence and set up in the basement. For a private showing with investors later, not for his own use, of course. He spent the rest of the day distracted and fidgety. On the outside he looked just as professional as ever but beneath the surface he was buzzing. He had been looking forward to this for so long. He couldn’t believe it; if this was really happening after years of trials and testing he may finally have the answer to his stress and unfulfilled dreams; finally he would have the escape he always dreamed of.

The day couldn’t pass more slowly and by the time he finally stepped inside the sanctity of his own home he was practically buzzing. Mollie was waiting for him on the front door step with a wide smile.

“I’ve sent all the staff home with a bonus. We’ve got the place to ourselves the entire weekend.”

“You are an absolute gem, you know that Mollie?”

She just giggled and hugged him before they both raced for the basement where the team had set up the new toys. A wide smile formed across Liam’s face as he saw them; the machines he had dubbed the Genetic Altron and the Reality Shifter. The former looked akin to a dentist's chair though far more complicated, with wires and tubes all leading into several wires and diodes meant to be attached to the body at specific locations. A ring of metal sat at the top, perfectly positioned to be worn around the head like a crown.

The latter looked like something out of a science fiction movie, a strange mix between a personal solarium and a pod bed. The machine that, if his researchers were to be believed, could jump you from one reality to another.

For so many years he had fantasies about living a different life; a life where he could be as naughty and trashy as he pleased without having to worry about a paparazzi photographer snapping a picture. Too many businessmen had been undone by scandals; caught crossdressing, visiting whore houses and other such affairs. He could never risk it, but with these machines he could be anybody, do anything without the concern of repercussion.

“I hope these work.” Mollie smiled, “I really want to try them myself some time.”

Liam looked at her with adoration; he was so lucky to have found somebody who understood and didn't judge him for his little…affectations. It helped that Mollie was bi and the chance to be with a woman without cheating on her boyfriend was quite a welcome idea for her.

“What are you going to try first?” She asked, bouncing on her toes.

So many of his fantasies flashed before his eyes but choice paralysis and no small amount of trepidation made him freeze. He swallowed down the feeling and removed his tie.

“Let’s just start with…a woman for now.” He said uneasily, taking off his clothes, “I’ll start slow and build my way up.”

Mollie pouted; she knew all his fantasies and was clearly hoping for one of the more naughty ones but said nothing. He stripped down to nothing and took a seat in the Genetic Altron, slipping the ring around his head and carefully applying the diodes to his chest, stomach, legs and hips. His stomach was full of butterflies. He could only hope this actually worked.

“Blonde, big boobs, big ass?” Mollie asked with a grin, typing away at the attached computer screen, selecting his choices for him. Liam just nodded.

“Okay, here we go!”

The machine hummed to life and Liam bit down on his lip; this was it. At first, nothing happened and he began to feel his disappointment mounting. This machine had been months in the making, he’d channelled every cent he could afford of his personal funds into it; if it didn't work the disappointment may just break him at this point.

Then, a tingle, a slight vibration and warmth began to emanate from the diodes and spread across his skin. No, more than his skin, he could feel the sensations sinking deep into his very core, through the muscles and organs before they began to subtly move and shift. Mollie stood at the side and grinned, eyes wild with excitement.

“It’s working!” She said in awe, pointing to his hips.

Liam glanced down and saw to his delight that she was right. His hips were widening, bones extending out and stretching the skin with it. Already he could see the beginnings of a form far more shapely than his own and this time no amount of biting could keep the pleasured gasp from escaping his lips. As his hips spread so did his lips, a genuine, gleeful smile formed on his face as he watched those hips raise as his ass swelled beneath them.

So his ass wasn’t the only thing swelling either, his chest began to grow, pecs taking on a more rounded shape as they went from muscle to fat. His nipples grew, turning a pretty shade of blush pink as his new tits grew. He was fascinated, almost hypnotically locked into watching them grow and found himself disappointed when they stopped so quickly. They were big of course, shapely and beautiful but…not quite as big as he would have liked.

“What’s the matter?” Mollie asked, “You’re not having second thoughts are you?”

“No I-ah!” It was hard to talk now, his lips were growing to become more full and his shoulders were slowly sloping. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I just hoped my boobs would be…bigger.”

“I input double Ds.” Mollie shrugged, “I suppose those aren’t as big as all the stories make them seem, huh?”

“Yeah-oooooh!”

It was a struggle to keep his hips from bucking. The strange tingle suddenly went from a pleasant buzz to an overwhelming quaking somewhere deep inside him. Specifically between his legs. He could feel his insides shifting, things changing in his lower abdomen and it left him breathless from overstimulation.

His balls began to retract and it was only then that his brain caught up with exactly what was happening. He moaned; yes, this is what he had been dreaming of! His cock slunk backwards, retreating back inside him and for a moment he was featureless. Like a barbie doll. This was hot in its own way, thinking of himself as a toy like that made him shiver with desire, the objectification lighting a fire inside him that burned down until it almost seemed to melt away the skin to form a warm hole. His new pussy lips opened and the open air brushed against them gently. Even Mollie gave a breathy moan as she watched it happen; his tits were forgotten; now all Liam cared about was getting a look at his new pussy. Unfortunately, he was still strapped into the machine that was lengthening his hair and eyelashes, shaping his torso into a lovely hourglass form and forcing the hair on his legs to disappear leaving only smooth skin behind.

After a few more minutes the machine finally whirred to a stop and a little ping from the computer told him he was finished. Gently, almost reverently, Mollie removed the headband and diodes and let him stand. Immediately he stumbled, falling naked into his girlfriend's arms as she helped to steady him. His feet were so much smaller, his centre of gravity shifted. It took a moment to adjust but once he had Mollie dragged out the full length mirror so he could see himself and what he saw…he did not know how to feel about it.

Oh the woman before him was beautiful to be sure; a lovely figure, pretty blue eyes, natural blonde locks and a shapely ass. But there was something missing, the excitement he’d felt for this change was draining away; there was something…off. He looked so…normal, so respectable. Like the girl next door from all those romantic comedies Mollie forced him to watch.

“You’re still standing like a man.” Mollie told him, gripping his shoulders, “I can feel the tension here. Come on, relax the shoulders, angle the hips, foot out to the side…that’s it!”

It was better to be sure, he looked the reflection up and down and a moment later, out of habit he was back in his straight backed pose. He groaned; even the voice didn’t sound right even though it was undeniably a woman’s and not his own.

“I’ve been doing this so long it’s all habit.” He sighed, “Baked in. I finally have the sexy body to do whatever I want with and I can’t even pose without feeling anxious somebody might see!”

Mollie gave his shoulders a squeeze.

“That’s what the headband is for.” She soothed, “Come on, back in the chair let’s make some changes.”

He had anticipated such a problem, the mental tweaking system was all ready to go and though he was excited he was also nervous. He had been waiting so long for this he didn’t want to risk another disappointment. He fixed the headband and diodes back into position and fixed Mollie with a serious look.

“Let’s go all in this time.” He said, “Chav me up.”

“The full trash fantasy?” Mollie grinned, squealing with delight as he nodded.

He was so sick of being respectable and well behaved. If he couldn't force himself to act out this fantasy he would just have to force his mind to accept it.

“Let’s crank things up a notch!” Mollie said gleefully, tapping away at the computer for a few minutes before slamming a finger down on the engage button.

Once again the diodes warmed and spread that pleasant shiver across his skin and Liam watched with excitement as his tits began to grow again. Ballooning up till they were almost twice the sizes and then they just…kept going. He could feel the weight on his chest with each breath, watching them jiggle as they rose and fell. Every time he expected them to stop they just kept ballooning, swelling and growing until he could no longer see over them.

“H-how big did you make these?” He asked, Mollie just giggled.

“H cups.” She replied.

They were huge, he could only imagine the back pain he would have when he finally stood but that was not the only way his body was changing. His ass was going from peachy and cute to a full on bubble butt. His skin darkened from pale white to the distinctly orange brown that came from one too many bad spray tans. His whole body quivered; warm wetness forming between his new folds as he watched his slutty new body taking shape before his very eyes.

The headband was humming to life as well and he felt an odd, almost sleepy feeling decent over him. It was as if his mind was being filled with cotton wool, making it hard to think straight. Was this his new mental programming taking place?

“How’sit goin?” He asked, gasping at the voice that came out of him. Gone was that pretty, lady-like voice with the musical lilt, instead his wounds came out sharp and rough with a hint of a British accent.

“Fookin’ hell!” He swore, delighting in his chav accent  getting stronger.

His tongue felt strange in his mouth, the moments it was used to after a lifetime of refinement were changing, his instincts along with them. The reality of the situation sank in and Liam felt like screaming for joy; it was happening! Finally!

This time when the machine whirred to a stop he didn't wait for Mollie’s help, he ripped off the diodes himself and got to his feet, stumbling with the sheer weight of his new curves. He twisted and turned, looking at his bouncy, badly tanned butt cheeks and breasts. His hair scratched at the nape of his neck and as he grabbed handfuls of it and pulled it before his face to look he wasn't met with the silky, natural locks from before but brittle, platinum hair that looked as though it were brown at the roots.

“Holy crap you look like hot trash.” Mollie giggled.

“Fook off!” His hands flew to his lips, did he seriously just swear at her? He’d never sworn at anybody!

Mollie didn’t seem to mind though, in fact she was grinning ear to ear.

“Look at you!” She held out her arms and Liam looked down at himself.

He was standing, hips akimbo, arms crossed beneath his now more than ample bosom. Gone was all the rigidity of his usual stance, there was not a single sign of the old Liam here. He was gone, replaced with this foul mouthed chav.

Liam couldn’t have been more ecstatic.

He turned to face the mirror and grinned; taking in the fat, botoxed lips and sexy tan. He could not believe he had the audacity to think it was bad even a few minutes ago. Paired with his bleach blonde hair he looked like a million dollars. It was almost a shame to have to cover up any of it with clothing.

“Did you want to try the reality shifter?” Mollie asked and a brand new thrill passed through him.

“Oh ya! I forgot ‘bout tha’!”

He really had, he’d been so caught up in his hot new body the second machine had totally vanished from his mind. It was blinking to life as Mollie hit a switch and Liam bounced on his toes in anticipation. His ass and Breasts wiggling, bouncing out of rhythm with the rest of his body and just feeling it made him wet. Would he damage the machine his pussy juice got on it? He couldn't remember, that was probably the sort of thing Liam would worry about but not anymore.

He laughed, spinning on his toes with his arms outstretched just enjoying the lack of inhibitions. It was as if that headband had unlocked something in him; he could finally act how he felt rather than holding back. It was exhilarating, almost addictive. He had never felt so free.

“Alright,” Mollie said slowly as she looked over the instructions left by his researchers, “It looks like you lie down and focus on the sort of reality you want to visit. This machine will scan your body and then use astral…ummm, actually no they've lost me.”

“It don't matter.” He shrugged, lifting the large cover off the machine and hopping inside, “All I gotta do is think righ’? I can do that.”

All hesitation gone he slammed the door closed and settled down onto the plush bed. There was a stiff pillow with blinking lights to rest his head on and as he did so a black band shot out from either side to block out his vision.

All around him the machine was humming to life and so he took a deep breath and focused. He wanted a life where he could act as unruly and rude as he wanted, a world where even as people judged him it didn’t matter because he was a nobody, no fame or fortune just-

The thought, along with all the air in his lungs were knocked out of him by a powerful jolt. He blinked, letting his vision clear; the black band giving way to…an alley? He looked around; his body was still the same busty chav but now he was wearing a tight fitting leather dress and strappy heels, both hot pink. It was strange, he could see how garish the colour was, especially against his slightly orange skin and yet…he loved it.

He stuck his head out of the alleyway and gaped; he was in a small street, British style town houses lining either side. Liam ran his hands along the cheap brickwork, feeling the stone scrape against his rough fingertips and taking deep gulps of the smoggy air. This place felt as real as the room he'd been in moments ago. Butterflies of excitement raced in his stomach; it really had worked. He looked around, walking down the street with fascination, taking in the signs and street names. This was unlike any American city he had been in; judging from the wording and voices the passed by he was in England. Or at least some reality’s version of England.

‘“Can you hear me?”

The voice of Mollie echoed in his ear but it sounded far away and slightly echoey as if it were coming through a tunnel.

“Yes?”

“Okay, we have a few minutes before the bridge between realities closes. When you’re ready to come out just think about home. If you don’t come out in a few hours I’ll pull you out myself, understand?”

“Okay. Uh, can you see anything I’m seeing right now?”

“Nope, I just have your vitals up on…een…I..n…ssschhhhhhh.”

Just like a radio going out of range Mollie’s voice got painter and fainter until static overtook it, for a moment it buzzed in his ears and then suddenly, it too disappeared. Liam blinked a few times waiting to see if she would return but there was only the sound of voices yelling across the street in thick cockney accents.

He looked down at himself, then around the surroundings and a lightness formed in his chest; he was here, he was free. Already his fingers were twitching and his kin crawling with a craving. It was like hunger but it spread through his entire body, rather than just his stomach; the need was filling him so much that he could not dismiss it.

Not bothering to smother his wide smile Liam made for the nearby convenience store, enjoying the way his ass bounced and hips swayed as he walked. The leather stress was so tight it squeaked ever so slightly as he walked, ensuring people would turn their heads to look at him. For once in his life those stares elicited not pressure and stress but pleasure. He smiled as he passed, watching men’s eyes dip to his chests and women’s roll at his skimpy outfit.

He could feel them judging him, thinking about how hot and whorish he looked; it thrilled him. He could do whatever he pleased in this body without fear of repercussions including one thing he had promised his father never to do but had always been tempted by.

“Cigs,” He said bluntly to the girl behind the counter, “A big pack.”

The woman looked up from her TV Week and sneered, eyes looking him up and down. She grabbed one of the packets from the shelf behind her and tossed it on the counter.

“Forty pounds.” She said before quietly adding, “Big night to get through huh, streetwalker.”

“Whatcha say you bitch?” The words were out before he could stop them, a hand pressing into one of his breasts, “Ya just jealous you aint got any knocks to speak of.”

He grabbed the cigarettes and chucked thirty dollars from his purse down on the counter and walked out, yelling over his shoulder.

“Tha’ discounts for ya attitude, bitch.”

He didn't stop to see if she replied, or called the cops on him. He doubted it, that woman was a little mouse who’d learned to roar, she had no teeth to speak of. He opened the pack and pulled out the lighter from his purse, clicking it a few times before lighting his first ever cigarette.

He’d wanted to smoke ever since he was a teenager, stressing over his exams. It was a dirty habit though, one that stunted your growth and stained your teeth and the image of him taking over the company one day with a mouth full of grey stained teeth had kept him from partaking. Now he had no such ties holding him back; he lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling.

Immediately a wave of relaxation washed over him and he hummed, already drawing in another breath. It burned his throat and made his eyes water with the need to cough but he held it back; he needed this moment. Somewhere deep down, a guilty voice was calling though. He loved being this rough chav but…perhaps he should turn down the bitchiness next time. That girl in the shop probably didn't deserve to be ripped a new one quite so hard.

He filed that away for next time, leaning one heeled foot against the wall and leaning back, letting his head rest against the bricks while his throat and breasts pushed out toward the sky. Catching the last few warm rays of sun as it began to set.

“Hey babe, how much for a go!?”

The voice cut through his relaxation just as the cigarette burned down to his fingers. He crushed it out against the wall, calluses on his fingertips ensuring he felt no paint from the embers as they brushed against his skin.

A man in a hoodie was grinning at him from a few feet away. He had the look of a man in his thirties who had been aged an extra decade early from substances and hard labour. Skinny, but muscled, with a stubble beard and loose fitting jeans.

Immediately all sorts of thoughts began to race in his mind, most of them naughty. Sleeping with a stranger, outside where anybody could come round the corner and catch them…it was so taboo it made his whole body tense. The tension wasn't from fear of reproach this time though but excitement. It was the sort of thing he had always dreamed of being able to do.

“Five bucks and ah’ll suck ya off.” He offered, wetness forming between his legs even as he said it, so cheap, a dollar store whore. That’s who he was in this reality, a woman who’d do anything for a quick buck.

The man grinned ear to ear, fishing a five pound note out of his pocket and flashing it to her as though it were a diamond necklace. Liam nodded to the alleyway behind him and turned to walk inside. His hips sashaying to show off his bubble butt in the tight dress. The man followed like a dog following a bone, a bulge already visible despite his loose pants.

In the gloom of the alleyway the man unzipped and pulled out his cock; a reasonable size, a little on the thicker side. Perhaps it was his new nose or perhaps he was just so horny that he noticed early but Liam was sure he could smell the pungent, male aroma even while standing a foot away.

“What’s ya name sweetheart?”

“Do ya care?” Liam raised an eyebrow and the dude gave a bark of laughter.

“Not really.” He admitted, “s’polite ya know.”

“Ain’t anything polite ‘bout what ah’m about to do.”

Liam sank to his knees, revelling in the way the cold, hard ground dug into his knees. He wasn't attracted to men, though the headband could take care of that in the future he was sure. Regardless though he looked at the length before him with hunger. This was so bad, something so taboo and forbidden that he was already soaking through his panties. He pressed his full lips to the head of that cock, sliding the tip of his tongue along the slit and tasting the precum there. The man shivered and so did Liam as he swallowed the head, rolling his tongue around it before slowly descending down the shaft.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this; sucking off a stranger in an alley for five pounds, chump change he didn’t need. Fuck, if anybody in his real life could see him now…

He started to bob his head back and forth, slurping and licking up and down the shaft while the man above him moaned. Hands came to rest on the back of his head, grabbing great handfuls of his brittle hair and pulling it back and forth to increase his speed. The man's nails dug into his skull and the pain mingled with the building pleasure in Liam’s pussy as it began to throb.

Was it possible to get off without ever being touched? Could a woman get off just on an idea? He wasn't about to find out, the burn between his legs was too difficult to ignore, he kept one hand gripping the man’s hips while the other slipped down underneath he tight dress. He started to suck harder, swallowing around the cock and letting it bump at the back of his throat as his own finger spelled back his panties.

All it took was a small brush of his fingers against his clit and he was lost, rubbing and circling it furiously as he continued to give head. He was so close to cumming already, it was only a matter of time. His client, if he could even use a word that classy, began to groan. The grip of his head increased until the man’s hips began to buck hard and the cock on Liam’s tongue began to pulse. With a loud moan the man came, holding Liam’s face so that it was buried deep in his hair, forced to breathe in that heady, masculine scent as seed was pumped down his throat.

Liam shuddered, feeling the hot seed drip down his raw throat and came alone with him. Moaning around the cock as his thumb pressed hard against his clit, slickness and pussy juices sliding down his inner thighs until he was forced to put his panties back in place.

The cock went soft in his mouth and he pulled back, resisting the urge to spit what remained in his mouth out and instead swallowing it. Perhaps it was his imagination but he swore he could feel it swirling in his stomach; the sensation gave him butterflies in all the ways he knew it shouldn’t.

“Good job luv.” The man grinned, flicking the five pound note down so that it fluttered into Liam’s lap. “Maybe I’ll see ya round for another go of it later this week.”

“Ah’ll be here.” Liam said, his voice slightly rough after the abuse his throat had suffered.

The man left, and Liam sat alone in the alley. His panties were cold and wet thanks to the icy wind and his own wetness. His throat ached from having cock shoved down it and his lips were still tingling from all that rough skin rubbed against them. The tip of his tongue darted out to swipe across them; he could feel the stickiness of lip gloss at the edges, the rest had been wiped away and was replaced with that uniquely masculine flavour and smell. A successful businessman; reduced to a street walker.

He’d never felt more alive.

~

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