Masturbation with Extra Steps

I put down the thick manual with an excited smile. It had taken me days to get through it; you would think the people who created such an amazing machine would be able to write more concisely without all the techno-babble but oh well. It didn't matter now, I knew with confidence that I could now operate the machine in front of me without much hassle.

It was sleek and shiny, in the shape of a round tube, almost like those flume water slides at the park where you had to cross your arms over your chest before falling. It had taken me over a year to save up enough to buy it and even then I still had my doubts. You can find all sorts of things on the dark web and what had started with a futile search for Bimbathyrone had ended with me finding this instead.

The Dream Machine seemed just that, a dream. It couldn't possibly have been real but the more I looked the more I knew I had to have it. A Machine capable not only of turning me into my dream bimbo self but also cloning and transforming me in other ways? It was everything I'd fantasied about.

Ever since I could remember I'd frequented the fetish sites I saw online, falling down the rabbit hole of transformation and transgender stories. It wasn't that I wanted to be a woman permanently but something about the feeling of growing breasts and my dick disappearing made me feel horny in a way that nothing else could.

Perhaps it was the loss of control in those stories or perhaps it was just curiosity. I'd always wanted to know how it felt to open up and have a cock slide inside. I'd tried experimenting with guys of course but found the experience middling. Besides, for obvious reasons most of them didn't like the idea of me acting out the part of a woman. And all the girls I;d been with wanted a gym bro macho man, or some sort of sissy. They were never interested in the sort of role play I was into.Trying to find a girl or hell, even a guy, to roleplay my fantasies had proved impossible but I knew another me would be willing. Still, I didn't want to rush into things, I had to savour this experience.

I stripped off, making sure to focus on the tiny details of how it felt. I wanted to compare how it felt to remove my male clothing after I was transformed. Was female skin really more sensitive like it was in all the stories? I was hungry to find out.

I hit the power button and shivered with delight as the machine hummed to life, I watched the screen attached to the side flickered to life and the keyboard swung around to be used. The menu face was simple green text on a black background that instantly sent me back to the early computer of my school days but that didn't matter. So long as it actually worked, that was all I cared about.

I exchanged the thick manual for the fashion magazine I had picked up earlier today. Cara Delevinge smiled at me from the cover. She had been my celebrity crush ever since I was a teenager so I did not hesitate to select the Gender Bend option and punch in her features.

I then carefully folded my discarded jeans and shirt and placed them within the drawer at the machine's side, programming the machine to make them into an outfit that would suit my new self as soon as she was ready to face the world.

With that I hit enter and a green light at the top of the machine turned on with a loud ding; a second later it opened up to reveal the inside. It was surprisingly plush, like a mix between a solarium and a bed but standing up, with little Xs placed at certain points so I knew where to rest my head, feet and hands. The clear outline of a human body there ready to accept me. It was twice as large as it needed to be, probably to accommodate the spaces my hips and bust would soon be filling.

Taking one final deep breath I stepped inside, turning back and closing the door behind me like the lid to a solarium. It was pitch black for a second before the lights turned on and the machine began to vibrate and rumble. A thin beam of light appeared down by my feet and slowly began to move upwards, as it touched my skin I could feel it starting to feel strange. Excitement bolted through me; it was real! This Dream Machine was actually going to transform me and make all my fantasies come to life!

Pins and needles set in, then an almost numbing effect and then, before my very eyes I watched as my skin began to warp and change. My toes curled at the strange sensation, half pain, half pleasure. It felt like every muscle was being pulled and stretched until it was nothing but pure relaxation. I had to fight the urge to shift in place as the tickling got stronger, I could feel it seeping into every pore, even my bones were changing as the hair on my feet disappeared and they shrunk down, becoming dainty.

"H-holy shit it actually works! Oh fuck, I'm actually going to be a beautiful woman..."

My chest began to heave as my breath quickened; the light was moving achingly slowly up my body now, thinning my ankles and removing hair along my calves as they too slimmed and even seemed to lengthen slightly. I looked down at my heaving chest, imagining how it would look when the light reached it. Before that though, it was going to get to my crotch.

My cock had been half hard all morning thinking about what it would be like to finally experience this machine. It was getting harder as the light approached, that tingling was now filling my legs and only getting stronger; I was starting to shiver with the intensity as my legs turned to jelly. Perhaps that was the reason for the strange shape of the machine because even if my knees gave out as they were currently threatening to do, I would be held upright by the foam inlay.

"Hnnng, oh fuck...my t-thighs."

The skin there was stretching out, the muscle becoming more rotund instead of thinning. My thighs were turning thick, not fat, but shapely, ready to support my new womanly ass when it too was brought to life. A moment later I could feel it, something deep inside the muscles of my butt expanding out.

"Ooooohhh yeah..."

My hips were widening, I swore I could feel the bones shifting in place, turning my boring old figure into the hourglass I've always wanted. The reality of the situation finally began to set in for me, I could feel my new womanly shape taking hold and a moment later the light fell on my cock.

"Fuck! Oh God oh ffff-Hnnnghnnnn."

The tingling I had felt in my lower body was nothing compared to feeling it all through my dick; I couldn't help but writhe slightly, as much as the inlay would allow, feeling my cock slowly shrinking. My balls receded back up into my body until they melted back into my skin as if they'd never existed at all. No, wait, I could still feel them, moving up inside my body, forming into my new womb as my length finally disappeared and left behind only a hole.

The hole was instantly wet and soft folds appeared around it, blooming like a soft pink flower between my legs. Even in this airtight tube I could feel the air brushing against them; they were so sensitive; how did women stand it? I wanted to stop for a moment and really savour the new sensations without distraction but the machine had other ideas. That line was moving upwards still, smoothing over my lower stomach and cinching my waist in before gradually making its way up to my chest.

I held my breath as I watched the skin there begin to inflate. Almost as if two balloons were being blown up beneath my skin. Hard muscle turned soft and round and soon two clearly defined A cup breasts were visible. My nipples turned a darker shade of pink and grew long and hard but to my delight, the light finally stopped. I stayed perfectly in place, stimulating and growing my new tits until they were a B cup, then a C, then finally a D.

I couldn't help but groan feeling the heavy teardrops rest against my chest. I so badly wanted to touch them, to see if the skin there was as sensitive as my tingling ass but I couldn't. My hands were still locked in place as the light finally moved up to my neck.

A strangled gasp escaped me as I felt my Adam's apple melt away; what started as a manly grunt turned to a breathy moan and it was like music to my ears.

"A-almost done, oh wow, my voice..."

It was so pretty, lilting and slightly posh making me feel slightly sophisticated as well as turned on. The light seemed to pause before splitting in two, moving across my clavicle and then down over my shoulder.

"Ow! Ah, fuck!"

My shoulders cracked and bent as they went from square to sloped but the pain was short lived. I hummed in contentment feeling all the hair on my arms thin as the skin smoothed over. My thick fingers stretch out and become more dexterous as my nails neaten to little half moons.

The lights flickered out and reappeared an inch from my face and I found myself dazzled. There was no choice but to keep them closed and focus on the sensations of my features changing. My lips grew, my lashes lengthened and I could feel my hard jawline melting away. It was heavenly, like having all the kinks massaged out of my back. A second later that tingling sensation started to build on my skull and hair began to spill forth. I desperately wished I could see it!

I wiggled my toes in anticipation feeling the hair tickle at the nape of my neck, then shoulders, then my front as the waves spilled down over my shoulders and over my new breasts. It felt just growing! By the time the machine finally whirred toa stop I could feel the long locks brushing at my hips and ass.

There was a hiss as the hydraulic locks on the door opened and I was able to lift my hands from the soft inlays and push it open, stumbling out into the world. Immediately I began to stand on my toes; twisting and turning to try and examine every inch of my new body with wonder and awe. The plump, peachy ass, the beautiful heavy breasts, the smooth slightly olive toned skin, the dark blonde wavy hair that brushed against my ass; I was gorgeous.

An excited giggle escaped my lips; it almost gave me whiplash, hearing such a beautiful sound and knowing it came from my own mouth. There was a sharp ding from the machine and I ran back over to it with glee, taking out the clothes that it had transformed for me. What had been boring jeans and a plain old shirt were now a tan mini skirt and black wide sleeves shirt with a pair of strappy sandals to match.

It felt luxurious, slipping into my new clothes, perhaps it was the softness of my new skin but every touch felt electric. I'd never cared much for clothes before today but now I couldn't get enough; I studied the way the skirt hugged my hips and stretched over my bubble butt and the way the flowing sleeves of my new shirt seemed to accentuate the longness of my limbs. My hair cascaded down my back, the various levels of highlights giving it such depth. At its darkest points it almost looked brown, while at the top of my head it was a dusky blonde. I flipped it back and forth, admiring how it moved through the air like silk. Part of me was tempted to use the machine to create some more clothes to try on but I had more exciting things in mind.

Transformation was not its only trick and so with baited breath I hit the clone button. Another similar scanning light appeared and looked my body up and down before the machine began to buzz and whirr once more. I waited, bouncing impatiently on my toes as the minutes passed before finally, the door hissed open and out stepped another me.

Same sexy female body. She looked at me at first with shock, then delight.

"It worked!"

"Oh my god!"

We embraced like all the women in those sitcoms do, bouncing up and down as we crushed out bodies together. I could feel her breast pressing against my own and my stomach did a flip.

"Do you have my memories?" I asked, eager to get to know this new me.

"I remember everything, right up until pressing the button...then, I was here."

"Amazing. You look incredible!"

"We look incredible." She laughed before putting a hand on her hips, "This is going to get a bit confusing though, which one of us is well, 'Julian'?"

She had a point. We were identical in every way and for a moment I imagined all those videos I had watched of twin threesomes and my new pussy tingled.

"I'll be Alpha, you be Beta." I suggested, "Just while we're together.

"Hey, how come you get to be Alpha." She pouted.

"Cause I pressed the button." I replied teasingly, enjoying the little thrill of power, "Now, if you really are me you know the next step of the plan."

I watched as Beta's eyes dilated and her face took on a slight blush. Of course she would know our plans, we had the same mind after all and I had carefully planned out my first transformation in intricate detail over the course of the last few days.

"Oh yes." She whispered, "Let's do it."

It was time to test out the machine's third but not final function; the transformation button. Beta eagerly hopped back inside while I closed the door, already I could feel my new pussy starting to moisten and I eagerly selected the item I wanted. Part of me was jealous that she got to be transformed first but I also wanted to spend time in this new body, getting to know it properly before I skipped ahead.

This change didn't take nearly as long as the cloning did and a moment later the clothing drawer opened and presented me with a soft pair of sheer black pantyhose. The only adornment a tiny glass button, the sort of you often found sewn inside clothing to act as a spare, except instead of thread and holes this button had a small indent. The reverse button, according to the manual.

"Wow Beta, that really is you." I breathed, gently picking her up and letting her new fabric form unravel.

No voice responded of course, she wasn't able to speak or move on her own and a delicious thrum of thrills and power surged through me. Full of girlish excitement I ran up the stairs to the bathroom, enjoying the feeling of my new curves bouncing as I jumped from step to step. Funny how something as simple as walking up stairs, something I did every day, was not delightful and worthy of note in this body.

I'd purchased a floor length mirror for the bathroom for this exact purpose and for a moment I simply gazed at myself in the glass, taking in the reality that was my new sexy body.

"Fuck, Beta, we're going to look amazing together." I breathed, pressing my fingertips against the glass before turning to the task at hand.

I stretched out the waistband a few times, trying to imagine how it must feel to be Beta right now as I lowered her to the floor and slowly slipped the pantyhose up my legs. They were so soft and thin, it was like a second skin. I loved the feeling of the silky material against my inner thighs and sensitive ass. I had not bothered to put on any panties, so the inner lining pressed against my new pussy, the soft fibres making it quiver.

I couldn't resist turning and lifting up my skirt to admire how my butt looked with Beta stretched across it. Gently I brushed my hands over my cheek, feeling a blush form across it as I did. Could she feel the heat of the blood beneath my skin? Was it turning her on as much as it was me?

"Gods, this is so fucking hot."

I couldn't believe this was really happening; not only had I been transformed into a sexy goddess of a woman but I was wearing another version of myself. Did this count as narcissism? I wasn't sure, then again I didn't really care. I wanted to flaunt this, I had to show the world.

"How about we go show you off?" I spoke to the pantyhose, giving my new rump a small smack and watching the skin jiggle.

I ran back to the machine and retrieved my clothing from before, now transformed into a pink singlet and classy black skirt. As tempting as it was to walk out my front door in nothing but Beta, I didn't want to spend the rest of the night down at the station explaining why I had no ID, or even a name.

I slipped them on, mentally comparing the subtle differences between this body and my male one. The way the skirt rubbed against my thick thighs, the way my shirt now hung off my chest rather than clung to it thanks to my new boobs. As I slipped my feet into a pair of classy heels I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be part of my outfit like Beta. Wearing them felt so different; they made my foot arch and my toes stretch out slightly, so different to my usual sneakers. With a giggle I ground my ass into the seat.

"Hope you're enjoying this as much as me." I teased before getting up and walking out the front door with more confidence than I had ever possessed in my life.

I couldn't resist going for a walk around the block, something simple yet exciting thanks to my new body and companion. It felt naughty, salacious almost to be walking around my boring old suburban neighbourhood while wearing another version of myself.

As I walked along I waved to people, giving them my most charming smile. They waved back, the men especially; turns out the whole world becomes friendly when you're a smoking hot woman in a short skirt.

I could feel those pantyhose rubbing together as well, each time I took a step they would brush against one another, tickling my inner thighs and making me grow wetter. How must it feel to be Beta right now. I was hungry to know. Still, I didn't want to rush things, I continued my walk and made sure to treasure each and every small detail; like the bounce of my breasts, the click clack of my heels on the ground or the way my hair blew in the breeze before finally returning home to the machine.

There was one final function I was yet to test out and my hand hovered over the button filled with both eagerness and trepidation. The moment the pad of my finger made contact; I was gone. For a brief moment there was nothing and suddenly I was overwhelmed with sensation.

I could feel my form stretched over hot skin, the heady, feminine smell of pussy juice was permeating the air and I could even taste it, feel it, on parts of my new fabric body. I heard Beta gasp as we switched places; her now back in the form of a woman while I was the pantyhose she was wearing.

"Oh fuuuuuck." Beta moaned, "That was so fucking hot, you must be experiencing it now right? The taste of us? How good is it?"

She was right, I wished for a tongue so I could lap up more of the juices but of course, I was pantyhose, I had no way of moving or even making my will known. I was at the mercy of Beta and her quivering pussy as it pressed against me.

"This is really naughty you know." Beta smirked, walking back up to the bathroom so she could use the mirror, "Look at you, not only are you fucking yourself but you've turned yourself into a literal object."

I swivelled my vision so that I could see the mirror, Beta was wearing a flirtatious smirk that made me feel dizzy with lust. I loved how I looked stretched over her skin, I somehow made her look even more hot and judging by her expression she agreed. I'd never realised I could make such a face.

"I bet you're getting turned on right now, in fact, I know you are because we're the same person."

She sat, right there on the tiled floor so that I was crushed beneath her huge ass. It pressed me into the floor, forcing me to taste her skin as a fresh gush of pussy juice flowed freely from her cunt.

"Such a degenerate," She whispered, sliding a finger between my waistband and her skin, "When people say to go fuck yourself I don't know if this is what hey mean-Ooooohhhh..."

Her taunts melted away in a pornographic moan as her finger slipped down between her lips, slowly stroking over her bulging clit while I was stretched back and forth by the movement. Her legs were trembling, her breath shaky as she started to speed up, finger gliding easily along her slick folds before pushing inside her puckered hole.