Bet of My Life- Randi's Day

by: Zouscha



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Bet of My Life- Randi's Day I sat in the lab, my hands trembling. After years of painstaking research, with electrodes taped to my head attached to a bank of machines, I had imagined the reality-bending device. And....voila! There it was, a smooth device a little larger than a phone, appearing on the table in front of me out of nowhere. Professor Nichols and the others had snickered about the work behind my back. They'd tried to get my funding pulled numerous times. I was lucky that the university had gotten funding from an anonymous benefactor, allowing me to continue. My graduate assistant, Allison, had believed in me, and my friend Dexter was supportive (albeit a bit skeptical) as well. Outside of that, though, it was universal ridicule. But five years of research had finally, finally paid off. I held its small contours in my hand, caressing it like I would a lover. I started to remove the electrodes and Allison walked in, an apprehensive look on her face. She was rather plain, given to t-shirts and jeans. She rarely wore a bra because, well, there wasn't much to support. A lot of students thought she was a man, and she didn't do much to disabuse them of the notion. If she had a social life, I wasn't aware of it. "You're stopping early," she said. "Another blind alley?" "Well, not really, I just wanted to try another tack." I held the device in my hand and imagined that she had larger boobs. Instantly her t-shirt filled out with an impressive rack. Allison seemed completely unaware. "Do you want me to shut off the A and B banks of processors? You know how the university likes us to save power." "Um, sure. Just wondering, Allison. Do you feel any different?" She furrowed her brow. "Different...how?" "Is your, ah, t-shirt a little tight?" She blushed. "Oh, sorry Randy, I was running late this morning and I threw this on. I guess it shrunk in the wash." "That's okay, I was just wondering. Yeah, turn down A and B. And you can go home early today." I shaped the rest of her body into centerfold status, with clothes to fit. She dutifully turned the power down and walked out on her high heels, leaving her lab coat behind and sashaying down the hall in a manner that would stop traffic. Fascinating. I decided to take a deep breath and give this thing the acid test. I went over to the other wing of the building and knocked on the door to Professor Steve Nichols' office. "Come in," he barked. He looked up from his desk and said, "Oh boy, what do you want? I'm a busy man, Randy. I'm actually working on important research, unlike you. I've got a meeting in fifteen minutes." I smiled. "Well, that'll be just enough time to give me a blowjob." He sputtered, "What did you just say?" "I said, I want you to get on all fours and suck my cock until I cum in your mouth. You'll take every drop. And then you'll thank me." "I'll have you fired for this." "No you won't." I stared at the device. "You'll suck my cock." His face looked confused for a second, but then a look of worry appeared. "Oh god Randy, please let me suck your cock. I'll die if I don't." He got on all fours and I pulled my pants down. He put his mouth on it, and I decided to make my penis bigger and longer, my balls bursting with sperm. This felt so good, on a number of levels. He really was quite a good cocksucker. I felt so good when my load exploded on his mouth. He moaned and gagged as he took it all. "Ohh, thank you, thank you," he said as he gulped and swallowed. As I zipped up, I pointed out a blob of my cum on the floor which he dutifully licked up. I told him that if he ever wanted to suck my dick again there'd be no more fuss about my projects. He agreed eagerly. I wondered if anyone at the meeting would comment on the little rivulet of my jizz that was running down his chin as I left. I hoped so. My dick felt so mighty in my pants. I couldn't believe I'd just turned my biggest critic in the department into a little sissy who begged to eat my cum, instantly. I wondered what other things I could affect. I had to go slowly and carefully; I knew that absolute power corrupts absolutely, and my little dalliance with Nichols was an indication of that. Not that he didn't have it coming. I decided to focus next on my friend Dexter. I'd known him since our undergrad days. He was a good guy who just seemed to always get the wrong breaks. He'd had some promising opportunities with start-up companies that went belly-up. Three of these in a row and he was finding it hard to get work. He'd lusted after a woman whose name I couldn't remember. So I called him up. "Hey Randy," I said. "What's up?" "Just wondering how you're doing. I've been so busy with research at the lab lately I haven't had a chance to talk. How's the job search going?' His long pause spoke volumes. "Not so well," and he gave me a list of places that had turned him down for one reason or another. I could feel the frustration in his voice. "Hey, change of subject. Who's that girl you've been lusting after forever?" "You mean Althea? Yeah, she lives in my apartment complex, but I think she thinks I'm a stalker." "Okay, just wondering. Hey, let's get together for lunch tomorrow. I'll buy. I've got some news you'll be interested in hearing." "You're on, man." And with that, I hung up, picked up the device and changed my friend's life forever. ************************************** "You're full of shit," he said. I gave him a hurt look. "It's only because we've been friends forever that I'm telling you. You're someone I trust, and frankly I wouldn't want to see this fall into the wrong hands. But they're biased against the short, balding types like me." I'd already changed my appearance a dozen times, but I wanted to show Dexter my original self for our first meeting. I had everything planned out perfectly. The frumpy waitress brought us our lunch. "Thanks, Nella," I said. We were back at the old diner we'd frequented in our college days. I think the toast was probably left over from then. I'm sure Nella was. "But really, a reality-bending device?" He gave me a full dose of that skepticism I'd always expected from Dex. "Yes, and you're proof that it works," I said. "You know your girlfriend? The lovely Althea?" "We've been going out for years. We even live together." "Until yesterday, she wouldn't even look at you. You lusted after her from afar and lived in a crappy one-bedroom apartment." "That's ridiculous," he said. I'd set him up in a nice penthouse overlooking the park. "And you weren't always a millionaire investor. I made you that way." I could see his face get tight. He wanted to say something but didn't. "Prove it," he said. "Well, I'm going to make more changes, and frankly, you won't even know they occurred. That's the problem with bending reality, I guess." "C'mon, Randy, throw me a bone here." "Okay, let's make a bet. I'll bet that in the next six days you'll suck my cock." "You've got to be kidding." "That's the bet." "And what if I win?" "You get the machine for 5 minutes." "There is no machine." "Then you won't have any problem making the bet, will you?" I'd rehearsed my script very well, and backed him into making the bet. But then he threw me a curve. "Well, show me something now. Turn yourself into a hot woman, and me into a super hunk that you can't resist fucking." I tried not to think about that, but too late. My body morphed to pornstar dimensions, And god, was Dexter good-looking. "I'm so horny, I need to fuck you noooow!," I said. "Well, we can't do it here, we'll have to go back to my place," he said. I was so crazed that in a second we were in his bed and fully naked. "Oh baby," he said, "I love Asian women." "So do I," said Althea. I'd forgotten about her, but she was down with the program. While I undulated slowly up and down Dexter's pole, I had her lick my little asshole. I felt as if I'd died and went to heaven. My brain was so saturated in sex that I couldn't think about anything else. I just wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck. Only when he was pumping what must have been his fifth load into me did I develop the presence of mind to turn myself back into a guy. Problem was. I was still bouncing up and down on his cum-slickened cock. It felt good in my ass, I had to admit. So good that it wasn't long before I was spewing my own semen all over his chest. Only then did I dial down my need to have sex with him. As I moved up and let his big schlong slip out of my anus, he said, "Still waiting for some proof of this reality-bending machine of yours, Randy." Hell, it wasn't enough, because it'd NEVER be enough. Whatever I did would always be his reality. Bouncing on his cock as a stunning woman? Normal. Bouncing on his cock as a studly guy? Normal. Bit of a conundrum. We'd agreed to have lunch tomorrow, although I couldn't remember why. I got back to my place and I found Steve Nichols camped outside my door. "I've been waiting here for hours, Randy. I need your cock so bad." He sounded more than a bit pathetic. I decided to change his appearance from a science geek to a buff surfer dude because he was kind of gross as he was. I let him into my palatial estate and told him to head upstairs to the master bedroom, strip, and wait for me. He eagerly complied. I made sure my dick was extra-long and thick, then I told him to lube up his asshole for me. I penetrated him slowly at first but I kept the pressure on until I had forced my full twelve-inch length into his ass. He moaned, "Oh god, it's so big, oh, fuck!" "Take it all like the big cock whore you are, Steve. Take my big cock, because I own you now." I didn't know why I said that, perhaps I was a little drunk on my power over him. But his anus tightened when I uttered those humiliating words. He wanted it. Badly. Parting his shapely ass with my cock was an amazing experience. He was vise-tight even with the lube. As I plowed him harder and harder, I felt my balls begin to get ready to spurt their bounty. It was then that I pulled out of him and made him swallow my shaft as deep down his throat as deep as it would go. I suppressed his gag reflex and deposited my load in him so he didn't miss a drop. When he licked me clean, I dismissed him and told him never to come back. He'd have to worship my perfect dick from afar. To compensate, I wanted him to frequent those clubs who catered to a certain clientele, hoping he could snag the occasional blowjob. I'd actually done him a favor by making him as hunky as I had. I thought about changing him back, but I'd done enough. He left meekly. I thought long and hard about what I'd done. Steve Nichols had tormented me for years, but I think I'd finally gotten the revenge out of my system. My phone rang. It was Allison. There were some noises in the background. "You seemed a little weird today. Just want to be sure I'm coming into the lab tomorrow." "Actually, no. I need you to come by now." And with that she was in my bedroom. I had changed into the Asian girl again. It just felt comfortable somehow. "Just wondering if you noticed anything unusual," I said in my melodious voice. "Well, no. I was just wondering if we'd be working in the lab tomorrow." She was wearing a negligee and panties. I could see how wet they were. She noticed that I noticed. "I've been masturbating," she said, blushing for the first time. "That's okay. It's fun to masturbate," I said soothingly. I wanted to play with my pussy, but better still....... "It's even more fun when you masturbate someone else," I said, opening my legs to her. I didn't need to push her to do this; it was all on her own. She crooked her finger inside my vagina and found my g-spot almost immediately. "Oooohhhhh!" I gasped. "You're so good at this." She pulled off her negligee with one hand and kept frigging me with the other. I didn't dare make my g-spot any larger or more sensitive or she might finger me into a coma. She put her hand on mine as she moved closer. I dropped the device as she pulled my hand toward those soaking panties. She wiggled closer and our nipples touched. Her hand took my finger and she manipulated it so that I was touching her just like she was touching me. "MMmmm, just like that," she whispered. She was touching the device along with me and I watched her change. She grew larger and stronger and her panties disappeared. Her clit was enormous. "W-what's happening to me?" she said. She'd mutated from a curvy sexbomb to a fitness model, only we were both aware of it this time. A little factoid to file away. Her eyes opened wide. "You did it. WE did it. You made a Reality Bending Device!" "Yes," I said. "It actually works." "You've been using it." "A little. Just some minor adjustments here and there." "Have you adjusted me?" I grinned sheepishly, "Well, perhaps a little." She grabbed it away from me and said, "Well, it's my turn to play, Randi. I always wondered what it'd be like to have a cock. And I love you as my hot little bimbo." I shivered and my vision went fuzzy for a second. The sight of Allison's big hard cock made me swoon. "Oh, baby, fuck me, please," I pleaded. She smiled as she looked at the thing in her hand. "You're such a dumb little tramp, aren't you?" Wow, the only thing I could think of was Allison's cock! I needed it inside me. I climbed on his lap and he sucked on my big titties while he pumped my pussy. All I could do was moan. I was in heaven, whatever that was. Allison flipped me over on all fours and he fucked me from behind. My boobs rubbed against the bed sheets as they flopped back and forth. When he grabbed them in both hands, I came then and there. He kept pumping and I kept coming, I couldn't talk: I just made fuck noises. I loved Allison, and I really loved Allison's hot cum dripping out of me. Ooh, the sheets were all wet and sticky. I hope he didn't mind me messing up his place. Hey, we were out at his pool. Lots of girls around but the only one I knew was Stevie Nichols. She was such a cunt. She was so pissed when Allison chose me to suck his cock first, but I was always first in his eyes. That's what made me better than all these other bitches. They'd fight with each other just to lick his cum out of my cunt when he finished fucking me. "Stevie, I want you to lick Randi's asshole and get it nice and wet for me while she gets me good and ready." Ooh that was like the best. Stevie right where she belonged. And it meant that Allison wanted my ass today. I was so goddamn lucky. I had to admit Stevie had a talented tongue. Allison smiled when he saw her between my cheeks. A shiver went though me and now I could feel Stevie's tongue waaay inside my ass. Oh fuck, that was good. I shivered again when I felt her second tongue slither into my pussy. Stevie knew how to service a woman. The pheromones that she reeked of were getting everyone at the pool hot, including me. Of course, I couldn't orgasm until Allison did, but I was ready for liftoff now. Alison looked at me with a grin. "Hmm, I just got an idea," he said. "Change of plans." I put my mouth over the tip of his manhood, and I let my fingers play along his shaft. I felt so good to be fulfilling my primary purpose that I shivered repeatedly. My thousands of tiny fingers rippled up and down his penis while my sucking device remained clamped over the discharge point, awaiting my nutrition. My body spread to cover the testicles and stimulate them as well. I was now able to communicate with my host, sending messages to enhance the supply of nutrients. My complete coverage of his reproductive organ was well received, as evidenced by the sharp increase in size of the organ. Additional massage and communication provided me with a large flow of nutrient. My body bathed in it, absorbing it all. I felt myself being moved to secondary purpose. My soft body instinctively hardened to prepare for insertion. This subject was perhaps less prepared for the insertion as I felt the vibrations caused by sharp emissions of sound waves. I adjusted my shape to accommodate Secondary host and allowed my fingers to caress the tissue wall as was my purpose. I initiated direct stimulation through communication with the host and.... "Randi". The communication reverberated through my body. I replied by emitting pleasurable communications to Secondary host. "Damn, you're pretty good. It's almost a shame to bring you back." Back from where, I thought. I've always been an intelligent stimulator, and I was performing to exemplary levels. The increase of secretions from this female were evidence of that. "Well, I have to appreciate someone who enjoys their work." I had no context to respond. "I'm going to leave them with a duplicate of you. Hope you don't mind if we walk for a while." I grasped the concept of a duplicate. I had no idea what 'walk' was. I sensed that would be separated from Primary Purpose. I responded by communicating in waves with the Secondary host repeatedly. "Wow, you're pretty good...uh.....uh......uh...." Secretions had increased to such a level that Secondary host was required to discontinue contemplating separating from Primary Purpose briefly. Sound waves. "Ohhhhh, Allison, I love your big cock, ahh, fuck me!!!!!" "Dexy you little bitch, take it all, fuccccckk!" I was overwhelmed with nutrients on both my inner and outer receptors. Primary Purpose withdrew from me and Duplicate attached itself to him. He moved on to another Secondary host. I received dim echoes of the pleasure being received by Duplicate. My Secondary host was in motion, and I sensed my distance from Primary Purpose was increasing. This time sending waves of pleasure directly to Secondary host had little effect. Then I felt myself being separated from Secondary host entirely. Without direct communication and stimulation I had no Purpose and I began to descend into inactive mode. "Randi, wake up!" Bright light. Heaviness. "What is this?" I had changed into something large and shapeless, unable to stimulate. I was using sound waves to communicate. "Well, I just wanted to talk with you about the experience. What's it like to be a...a stimulator?" "I have no context" "Randi, you're human again. I just want to know what that felt like." I shivered. "What the FUCK!?!?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Where am I? What happened?" I was sitting in Dex's car. I grabbed the rear view mirror; I surveyed myself and I seemed to be all there, wearing the same skintight dress I'd been wearing this morning when I'd...I'd... "Dex, you'll find this hard to believe, but I...I created this device. It bends reality. But I lost it. Allison has it now, and he can change reality any way he wants." "Not if he's not in possession of it," she said, holding it up. I exhaled. "How did you find me, Dex?" "Well, we had a lunch date, remember? And when you didn't show up, I knew that you were one of Allison's Cumslut Girls, so I came here." Wow. So much to process. I wasn't always a Cumslut Girl. I actually invented something, hadn't I? But a part of me wanted to go right back to Allison, throw myself at him and beg for his forgiveness. And I knew that sooner or later, I would, and I knew the reason why. "How about we go back to my place for a bit, Randi? I think you need to get your bearings." "Sure," I said, clenching and unclenching my fingers. It felt a little weird to only have ten. And to have a body that couldn't really do anything. And to communicate by making noises. I felt empty. "Hey Randi," said Althea when we arrived. Dinner was made, but truth be told, I wasn't very hungry. After a while, Dex said, "I know what you need; a good pick me up fuck." I demurred. "I dunno, I'm not feeling like anything tonight. Sorry I'm not better company." "Perhaps I can help." And with that the device was placed in my hands. Dex looked me in the eye. "You're not going to remember this. No one ever does. You invented the Reality Bending Device, all right. In fact you were using it on me for a bit. But you slipped up along the way and I got hold of it." I saw Althea out of the corner of my eye. He was frozen in place, unmoving, not breathing, unaware. "It's actually an awesome responsibility." Dex continued. "In fact, after a while I found that the best thing to do was interfere as little as possible, not as much as possible. I changed society entirely a few times but it always wound up at a dead end. If everyone's fucking all the time, there's nobody to keep the lights on or grow the food or pump the gas. So I hit the 'reset' button. The world goes on its merry way, unaware. People live, die, fuck, love, hate, make war and I don't have to control any of it. That's too much work, even for a supreme being. Oh, there have been a few adjustments along the way, but by and large the world at large is pretty much the way it was before I gained ultimate control. And that's a good thing. You wouldn't want to piss me off and end up like North Korea." "There is no such thing as 'North' Korea." I said. "Precisely my point," said Dex. I wasn't sure what she meant by that. "So to entertain myself, I've created these little 'reality bubbles'. In them, people can act out as they see fit. But they operate outside everyday reality. You've been in one all day, from the minute you saw that device seemingly appear out of nowhere. Everything that happened since has been within that bubble. That Allison deserves a spanking, but the imagination to come up with something fascinating is always a mitigating factor....." And then I knew for sure; my choice was easy. I knelt before Althea's big cock, placed my mouth on it and the device fell to the floor as I spread my translucent body down his shaft and over his balls. Connecting to his pleasure centers there was a two-way communication and waves of indescribable bliss came back to me. As Althea and I penetrated Dex's dripping pussy, I connected again and her voice soothed me as every fiber of my being vibrated, my thousands of fingers stimulating not just Althea's cock but Dex's vaginal walls as well. "This is your desire, Randi?" she said. "I wouldn't have it any other way," I communicated the thought as I gulped a nutritious load of Althea's seed and spread lubricant along my outer surface. I knew before long I would have sufficient nutrition stored to create my own duplicate. And that made me deliriously happy, a feeling better than any mere orgasm. When I pushed that thought out to them both, we all shivered in ecstasy.......

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