Unforeseen Changes Pt. 04

Unforeseen Changes Chapter 4 - Saturday, Sunday and Beyond

... Taylor and Franny finish their crazy weekend and map out a way ahead.

This hopefully is posted soon after a quite long chapter 3. This section will cover the rest of the weekend, and then, what the next six months became for our slutty couple. This weekend, using their magical idol, Franny and Taylor become two curvy, slender, blonde sluts, loving every form of sex and pleasure. The idol had also transformed their clothing and house, setting them up for lots of very adult fun. As noted before this set of stories does not follow any laws of science.

Saturday - Fully Embracing the Slut Life

Saturday afternoon was mostly gone by the time Franny and I finally got moving after our long and very fun Friday night. We happily realized as we got washed up, including sharing a long hot, intimate bath full of very feminine fragrant oils, that our new bodies, as we had wished it to be, recovered almost immediately. That was helpful, because if Friday night was typical, crazy sexual and physical excesses were going to be the norm for this weekend. And as I considered the future probably for as long as we kept out new bodies and sexual appetites.

Having said that, as this very different Taylor, even if I hadn't needed to recover, I loved that long hot bath with my lover. As the male Taylor I had hated what I saw as wasting time in a bath. Now it was just divine to be neck deep in hot fragrant bath water, chatting intimately and playing just as intimately with my hot wife. I giggled like the bimbo I appeared to be as I looked around, divine was a word I would not have used before Friday afternoon's transformation.

I was learning that the changes the idol and I had made to the male Taylor were far more significant than the physical changes that shrunk me to 5'5" and gave me a big set of super-sensitive boobs, great legs, a round muscular ass, and a very tight, almost always wet pussy. The wardrobe changes both of us wished for and received from the idol, leather, lace, latex and towering heels and boots were a perfect fit for both our bodies and our lifestyle. But maybe even more importantly than all of that, my desires and sexual identity also were very different, both unlimited and slutty in appetites and partners. That is, if Friday was anything to go by.

Conveniently for tonight, though we had the final bits of cum still dripping from our assholes and pussies, we weren't sore or bruised at all, both inside or outside our hot new slutty bodies. After we got some food in our bodies, we considered what to do for our second night as wild slutty blondes. I told Franny while Friday had been a lot of fun, I felt we needed to use the idol to get even more extreme. She kissed me hard, still the dominant girl I'd been with all Friday night and let me know it was totally good with her,

"Taylor, go for it, let me see what you believe is "extreme" then I'll more than match it."

I kissed her again and grabbed that odd little statue, pausing to think what new changes would complete taking my new curvy, always horny body, to perfection. I held the idol and looked in the mirror in anticipation of what was coming next. I made sure I was sitting on our big bed to ensure I didn't get hurt as the upcoming changes rippled through my body.

My desired changes were significant, but probably less radical than what I had done to myself Friday. I mean for sure I wasn't taking back anything I'd done on Friday. I loved and didn't plan on changing my hair, my shorter height, my new tits or great pussy and ass. Instead, I decided to complement my new body and go for an edgier look. I blew a kiss over at my hot wife as I asked her if she was ok with these changes.

At that I pictured what I'd look like with some kinkier improvements and pushed a message to the idol to please make it so. Almost as much as Friday for my first changes, though these were much smaller changes I had wished for, the idol glowed not faintly but bright green. And just like on Friday, almost orgasmic pleasure shot up my arms and all over my body. I still had no idea what that meant.

But the new physical changes were so perfect for my super-fit, slutty new body. I also had a couple of invisible changes that I hoped would come in handy. Knowing she couldn't see them, first I described them to Franny, and she loved all of them. One was that I couldn't take just any dick up my ass or in my wet pussy. I now had also wished for and so was very sure I could take a full fist, male or female up my ass or pussy. That meant I could enjoy a vigorous fisting with no pain or struggle. I also wanted the flexibility of a world-class gymnast, so any sexual contortions and positions would be doable for me.

My physical changes were actually minor compared to yesterday, but I instantly loved every one of them. I'd been very happy with the nine piercings I'd imagined on Friday for my ears but now went all in for some more distinctive and fun metal for this sexy body. As a guy I was never drawn to being pierced anywhere. As this new slutty, very feminine Taylor, I wanted a lot of very visible metal! It had gotten me moist just imagining it before I even grabbed the idol. And the little guy was once again perfect in his interpretation of what I wanted.

Grinning over at myself in that big mirror, I was just about ecstatic with my new look. I was now much more extreme, wild looking and of course, if it was possible, even sexier. I now had a silver ring through one eyebrow and another through my right nostril. Both made my very sexy face look even hotter. Franny moaned when I stuck my tongue out to show her my newly pierced tongue, with its big silver ball. But my torso and my new sexy parts got the most metal. I now had pierced nipples, naturally, with not one but two big thick silver bars in each long nipple. One was vertical, low on the nipple, the kind made to hold a shield against my boob. The second was horizontal and higher on my nipple, so it could be switched out with a ring.

That metal went along with my pierced belly button and a big bar in my clit hood. I had imagined my clit hood piercing running down alongside the length of my big clit to give me even more sensation during any kind of sex. It looked like it would be perfect for that but also looked so sexy. I was tempted to add a row of piercings down my pussy lips but decided to hold off on them. Well, I decided to hold off for now. I figured if I still wanted to have my labial lips pierced, the idol could fix that immediately and painlessly.

After a second looking at myself in the mirror, I realized I needed more metal. So, I grabbed the idol and added a silver chain connecting my upper nipple piercings, now rings not bars. Since the idol, not a piercing shop, had done all my piercings, I was fully healed and ready to have fun, no recovery period needed at all. That was helpful, as I really wanted more cock tonight than last night, and if my pussy was off limits for healing time, I'd be very upset.

I knew that piercings were not enough for what I wanted tonight as a new look. I'd figured that some tattoos would be a good idea, but didn't want to be too crazy with full sleeve tattoos or my breasts covered with ink. My big new tits were too sexy just as they were. So, after I thought about it, I spun around to look at and show off a new, intricate, sexy tramp stamp to Franny. It was one of several cool pieces of art, including bloody barbed wire around my biceps, and some art just above my pussy that had some small men and women fucking around the words, "slutty whore" in gothic letters. I was now pretty sure I had the perfect body for fun.

Franny walked over and pulled me to her to passionately kiss my lips and then suck on my pierced nipples. Wow, my nipples had been very sensitive on Friday, now they were almost as sensitive as my big red clit. At that Franny grabbed the idol and sat down on the bench at the foot of the bed. Very soon she pretty much matched me in piercings, just in the other eyebrow and nostril. Her ink was more along the lines of the domme theme that had been part of her since Friday, so her pussy was right below a new bold tatt that proclaimed her, "Queen Bitch." And just as I thought that was everything she'd imagined, she told me we needed to go to our basement to see what she'd asked the idol to do to our TV room and rec room.

We threw on some silky black robes and some ultra-high heeled mules that I'd never seen before, but were perfect for our new look, and walked down from our bedroom. I was eager to see what Franny had wanted and what the idol had done. As we walked arm in arm, not only did the delicate robe and heels feel amazing, but it also seemed in our new bodies we were just happier perched on at least five-inch heels, even walking around our home. And as we walked past one of the big mirrors the idol had added to our master bedroom, we look amazing. Our big blonde hair grabbed your attention and our curvy bodies, tightly covered by the very short black silk robes, barely hid our amazing boobs and butts. But it wasn't just our midsections, our ripped legs atop those high heeled slippers, looked so sexy.

The basement was still two rooms, but almost nothing was like before. Then it had been a home theater and separate game room with pool table. I figured all that was gone and was very right. The idol really seemed to understand what we wanted by now. When you came downstairs there was now a massive play space with mirrors and big LCD TVs on the walls, and several large beds and padded platforms filling the room. With our wet bar the only original part left, it was now very obviously still a game room, but totally an orgy room. The room was matched by a sensual full bath including a multi-person shower and big waterjet tub, which had replaced our basic DIY half bath.

Franny then used a key hanging from a new, quite thick door to open up the second room. It was interesting that there was now a lock on the door. But I saw why right away. No longer a game room with a pool table and dart board, it was very much something for our new life, a dungeon. Now the room had stone walls mixed with padded leather ones, all in black. The door was both thick and padded, and not just for the ambience of a dungeon. As I closed it, it got very quiet inside the second room.

I instantly sensed from the hush that the room was soundproofed. Around the room there were different wood frames to restrain, and play with or whip partners. Under a spotlight there was a padded low bench with lots of restraints and adjustments you could make to tilt it or spread out parts to separate someone's arms and legs. Now the soundproofing made sense, there was going to be a lot of screaming and wailing when we played in here. It was different than the first room, but both were going to be a lot of fun for both of us.

Completing the room, I saw lots of S&M related toys and tools hanging from one wall and packing a big, recessed cabinet. Like the other room there was a big bed and low platform, but in this dungeon, they had straps and cuffs already installed and were covered in leather. Not having sheets was probably much better for the dungeon with all the liquids that would be splashing around from fun in the room. My pussy was literally moist from just seeing our new play spaces.

I hugged Franny and kissed her as I told her we needed break in our basement and our hot bodies tonight. She agreed, telling me we needed to hit some clubs to meet and then take some guests back to our fun rooms. And she added, we needed a lot more than the four guys we had fucked Friday night. That totally matched what I wanted, so we went back upstairs to shower and get ready to entice and attract a crowd to break in our new play spaces.

Franny had picked out my outfit, and though not leather or latex it was still seriously sexy. It was a black spandex super tight mini dress, but insane in what it exposed. I mean basically there was less fabric to it than a lot of the lingerie I now loved. Sleeveless, the back was basically bare, dropping all the way to show my ass cleavage and exposing my new tramp stamp.

That meant no bra, but of course my magical new boobs had no sag, so they looked amazing. The front had a series of different sized oval cutouts that went down the middle, showing off most of my inner boobs, my bellybutton piercing and needed the matching G-String to avoid showing my hairless pierced pussy. If that wasn't enough, the dress ended just below my ass cheeks.

The only thing that would have made it better would have been if it was latex. As I pulled on the dress I kissed my wife, telling her she had picked out the perfect outfit. While she got dressed, I did my hair and makeup, once again working my massive platinum hair to cascade down my back in a big curly flood. I went with dark makeup, super heavy for nighttime and again, my go-to bright red lipstick.

As I showed her the total look I had pulled together, spinning around in front of her, Franny smiled and then showed me the other two items she wanted me to wear. Of course, I was good with the predictable but so sexy six-inch black heels dangling from her fingers. But Franny wasn't done. I was surprised how much I loved the super tacky choker she put around my neck. It was outrageous but was perfect for my goals for tonight.

All in rhinestones it had to be three inches high and very bluntly said, "FUCK ME" across the front of my throat. I guess Franny wanted to make sure my sluttiness was very publicly displayed. Of course, as this new, very horny Taylor, who wanted to recruit at least ten partners to break in our orgy room, I had no issues at all with being a very public slut for her tonight, or any night. Franny went to get dressed and I posed in the mirror, my phone propped up to record my dancing around and playing with my big boobs and panty covered pussy.

As I admired myself in the mirror, already anxious to hit the clubs and dance with some hotties, Franny finally strutted up to join me. She was just as daring, but in her new, very domme fashion. Thigh high shiny black leather seven-inch boots exposed a bit of her fishnet thigh highs, but were perfect complement for the tight black leather mini skirt that just covered the bottom of her ass. I loved that she'd gone with a bright red super tight leather corset as a top, pushing up and exposing most of her boobs. Her makeup matched my very dark look, so once again, we were kind of a matched pair. After a few kisses, I didn't want to ruin our makeup, we grabbed an Uber to hit the bar district, ready to have some fun and entice a sexy and eager crowd to come home with us to enjoy our new basement play zone.

Just like Friday night we attracted a lot of lusty attention. However tonight as we were arm in arm, so clearly a couple, we got a lot of predatory looks from women as well as from men. All were welcome. Exchanging a torrid kiss before we went up to order cocktails, I wasn't surprised that three guys watching us kissed like voyeurs, openly competed with each other to not let us pay. I was both getting used to and absolutely loving being the center of attention every time I was in public. With our looks, our outfits and our obvious physicality, we were never alone in the club. We had arrived kind of early for a hot club, at about 10PM, but by just after twelve we had danced with so many people, all of them very into us, that we had plenty of candidates for our planned orgy.

I was now even hornier than when we had left our house, and my feet hurt like a bitch. While I'd had the idol give me the ability to walk in ultra-high heels like they were flip-flops, there was something I'd forgotten. And feeling no pain from walking long hours in heels was also surely something the idol could fix. So, when Franny and I chatted, and we agreed on our choices to ask to join us for more all-night fun, I was more than ready to approach them. We had found nearly twenty hot men and women and were hoping most would accept.

Happily, fourteen did, ten guys and four girls. Two of the women were each half of a couple with two of the with guys, but nicely another couple, two hot girls, agreed to join us. While I liked a hard dick as much as the next slut, having two lesbians or even better bi girls join us was perfect. Because even as a 100% woman, I still loved to do it with a sexy girl, and I had to believe Franny was going to not have a free moment tonight. At least four of the guys and one of the girls clearly wanted to be her playthings for the rest of the night. I was good with that. I mean it did leave six guys and three of the girls for me.

Like last night Franny and I had a lot of fun riding in the Uber to our house, but this time we had pulled the two hot girls who had appeared to be very into each other to ride with us. We soon found out as the sexy couple had promised in the club, while they may have been very committed to each other, both were also very open to getting frisky with other hot girls. I pulled a slender, heavily inked and pierced Japanese girl onto my lap and Franny grabbed her partner, a curvy Latina, whose body really looked the old porn star Abella Anderson, except this girl had bright blue streaks in her hair, which made her even hotter. Their goth vibe was perfect for them both and really turned me on.

The girls were just as handsy with us as we were with their hot bodies, playing with our pierced tits and pussies as we did the same to them. And boy this cute Asian girl could kiss better than anyone I'd come across, even Franny. We were both French kissing, enjoying each other's pierced tongues as it all became too much. First me and then my new companion came on each other's fingers. We stayed wrapped around each, kissing more affectionately now, but still with lots of tongue action as we both recovered from our first orgasms. As I enjoyed the slow recovery, I realized I wasn't sated at all from that great first orgasm. Nope, now I just wanted more pleasure and orgasms, immediately after we got to our place.

While I now, as the 100% female Taylor, was very happy sucking and fucking dicks all night long, I'd already realized I'd always find women addictive. Making out with and making love with a beautiful woman was crazy fun on so many levels. As we both caught our breath and recovered, I knew we were just getting started. I decided to enjoy myself and tease my new lover. The hot girl on my lap moaned as she watched me suck her juices off two of my long fingers, like I was sucking a cock that had just fucked her. I then had her suck her own juices off my fingers. It suddenly seemed like we each might get another orgasm during the ride home. But just as we got ready to get sexy again, I so wanted to taste her pussy again, we pulled up at our house, conveniently the first to arrive, but interrupting my fun.

Hosting Our First Orgy

Franny and I got the place opened up, getting downstairs arranged with champagne and other booze out on the bar, and around the room, plenty of towels, wipes, lube and sex toys. The room had some great adjustable indirect lighting, and the sound system was soon cranking out party tunes, all soul classics and Latin sexy stuff, perfect for an orgy. I also found a surprise, a locked chest I'd never seen before behind the bar. I saw it had a biometric lock and correctly assumed it was set to me.

So, using my fingerprint I opened it and at once understood the fancy lock. The chest had a wide variety of totally illegal fun, that the idol must have thought an orgy room needed. So, I filled up a big bowl of other, mostly illegal party fun, weed, coke, Special K, Molly and even some Shrooms. Somehow, as this new Taylor, I knew what every item was and why you'd want to use them at a party. I figured it would be up to our guests if and what they used to make it more fun for the next few hours. Soon we heard the other cars pull up and leaving our new sexy female lovers drinking some bubbly Franny and I greeted the other twelve horny guests.

There were the expected giggles and appreciative sounds as we gave everyone a tour of half the basement. Franny and I had chatted and decided to keep tonight vanilla, well if an orgy with sixteen people is ever vanilla. We kept the back room, our really kinky dungeon, locked up. Maybe we'd christen it on Sunday night. Soon everyone was doing Tequila shots and exploring our bowl of party drugs. After a bit of drinking, smoking and snorting lines of powder to break the ice and get everyone warmed up, I decided I was done with preliminaries and wanted to get down to business. My horniness was driving my actions right now. I also wanted to start off with some hard cocks all to my own. I called out to the crowd to get their attention and get the fun started,

"hey sexy people, are you all here to just drink our booze and get stoned or ready to give me what I need?"

I then made things very clear, and hopefully get what I wanted,

"I really need some hard cocks that I can suck, but look, you also have to be willing to fuck my throat too."

That worked, I got a big cheer and laughs, but when I saw at least half the guys grinning at me I pulled the nearest three over to me. I had already decided I wanted to suck more than the two dicks I'd had Friday night. As I strutted over, leading my guys to one of the low platforms, I saw Franny and two other hot women grabbing the rest of the guys. Finally, the fun was starting. As I was sitting down, I posed while I pulled off my tight, tiny little dress and panties, leaving me just in my towering heels. The guys got the message, stripping naked, and crowding around me. I was in my element with their thick, hard cocks surrounding me on three sides.

The next fifteen minutes were so much fun! I had three very happy guys around me who seemed to love everything I did. And I therefore had three very hard, perfectly sized dicks to enjoy. Little did they know tonight was only my second night as a girl. But whatever, this felt really right for me, at least for tonight. I stayed busy as I kept my hands on two of the guys, fisting them, and sucking on the third hard cock.

No one was left out as I was moving from one to another throbbing cock every few minutes. To start my fun, I got to lick up a lot of tasty pre-cum. They each moaned as I swirled my long, pierced tongue around their cockheads like I was licking an ice cream cone. And it was kind of like ice cream flavors. All three guys tasted different, but all of them were yummy, even a bit addictive. I then worked my oral magic, starting by licking and kissing up and down the very hard, nice sized shafts. At least one guy, with his loud, "Oh fuck" hadn't realized I had a pierced tongue. I guess I more than met his expectations.

But I was in a playful mood too. I had a big glass of champagne near me and used it to dip all three dicks and then lick the liquid off of their wide crowns. I was loving that cutely their dicks were both super firm and hard, yet so soft to the touch. Now that I had them super hard and totally focused on me, I went further into my bag of tricks, showing off my new nearly unmatched deep throat skills. Over and over, I think I amazed these guys, swallowing each cock in turn till I could stick my pierced tongue out to lick their balls while their shafts were deep down my throat. All I heard was moans and more cries of "oh fuck that's amazing" as I felt their hands on either side of my head.

Not a surprise, it was clear all three guys were very happy to have been chosen by me to have their dicks sucked. In what felt like no time, but after I was done, I realized was nearly fifteen minutes, I had drained my first three dicks, drinking down a big salty load from each guy. As I rinsed my mouth out with the rest of the champagne, I looked around to see what had been going on while I had been busy. I had not been the only busy cocksucker. Franny and two other girls had the other seven guys around them as they also sucked multiple dicks. Then I noticed the last two girls, one was the super-hot Asian girl I'd had fun with in the car, but she had pulled over a new girl, a blonde like me, but much taller than me and fashion model slender.

Not sure the blonde had already been bi, but she wasn't complaining. The two were in a torrid sixty-nine session atop one of the big platform beds. I was loving the sounds and the way they looked all wrapped around each other when the girl on the bottom, the svelte model-like blonde screamed and went rigid, clearly enjoying a massive orgasm. At that the hot Asian girl rotated up and rode the blonde hard, moving her pussy and asshole over and over across the blonde's tongue. Soon she too, while pinching her own cute boobs, screamed and squirted all over the blonde. What a great opening act.

Now the guys clearly needed a break. Here was yet another advantage of being a woman! Of course I wasn't feeling done, as a guy I would have been hoping and praying for my dick to firm up again. Instead, as a hot blonde I was just getting hornier and hornier each time I came, and immediately ready for more sex. Maybe it was all the pheromones in the air, or I guess maybe I really was a slut. But I decided I needed to have some more oral, and right away. And the competitor in me wanted to outdo the girls I had just watched. So, seeing a cute guy I hadn't noticed, I went up to him and kissed him while I rubbed my big boobs on his chest. I then asked him if he was open to me riding his beautiful face while he recovered. He grinned, kissed me, and said,

"baby, with your body you can ride my face all night long."

Now this guy knew exactly how to answer a horny girl. Soon he was on the plush carpet, and I was riding his whiskered face. The boy could eat pussy; I'd give him that. He was almost as good as a girl. I loved having my barbell pulled away by his teeth as he sucked and licked my big clit. He ignored my beautiful big tits, but that was ok as soon he had two fingers thrusting deep in my tight pussy and another two, after getting them wet in my pussy, buried deep inside my ass. He hadn't asked if I liked ass play, but he was right in assuming it was a fav already for me. I'd never had my pussy and ass fucked simultaneously by one guy, but it was something I could get used to.

I was in heaven; this guy was a keeper. His tongue and lips were great sucking on my clit, and the way he went so deep back and forth with his hands in both my holes... fantastic. He now was for sure going to be the first guy who was going to fuck my tight ass tonight. As I moved back and forth, getting closer and closer to a massive orgasm, I waved over the cute girl that Franny had played with in our Uber to come over to me.

I positioned her on the edge of the bed next to me and pushed her sexy brown legs apart. I dove in, first kissing all over her upper thighs before tongue fucking her very wet shaved pussy. Although with the guy worshipping my wet pussy and fingering my ass I was more than a little distracted, I was now a world class slutty blonde pussy eater. So, between sucking her clit, kissing and biting her pussy lips, and stroking her G-Spot with two of my slender fingers I got her to cum first, super hard, squirting a bit as she screamed out her orgasm.

Now it was my turn to cum. No longer distracted by my sexy partner, I started riding my male friend's face hard, playing with my own big round tits, pinching and pulling on my big nipples. I was loving the tongue on my clit and pussy that also didn't miss a chance to rim my asshole and tongue fuck my loosened rear passage too. I was about to explode and then I did, with three massive climaxes strung together. My guy's face was soaked, but he was ok with than when immediately laid atop him to rub my boobs on his chest and kiss his cute face, licking off all my pussy juice.

After going non-stop for probably nearly thirty minutes all of us needed a break and to rehydrate. So, we took some time for the three of us to share some lines of coke and more champagne. As we relaxed, I noticed the rest of the crowd was back at it. So the crowd of people having fun in our orgy room gave us so many options for combinations and kinky sex. Tonight was going better than I ever could have dreamed!

After we spent about twenty minutes getting our energy levels back up and having fun commenting on all the creative fucking we were watching, I turned to the guy whose face had been all over my ass and pussy, kissing him again and again all over his face, neck and chest, as I stroked his hardening cock. After a minute or two, sure he was ready for what I wanted, and at a bit over six inches, perfect for what I wanted. So, stopping my kissing for a second, I asked him with a silly grin,

"honey, you seemed to love to kiss my tight little ass, how about you bury that handsome cock of yours up my butt?"

He kissed me back in response, probably not trusting his voice, as he just grinned and nodded up and down. I told him to grab some lube and wait for me at an empty bed, while I grabbed another guy. I found a good candidate, a buff guy who was having his big hard dick worked over by this short, very cute, busty blonde. I figured I could borrow him she had three dicks all to herself. Soon I got what I wanted, a good hard front and back fucking.

First, I pushed down the guy I had borrowed and mounted him, sliding his already wet, hard dick deep inside my greedy pussy. I moaned loudly as he penetrated me. There was something special and hot when a big dick slides deep inside you. As I got comfy with him stretching out my pussy, I leaned down to rub my pierced nipples on his chest hair as I kissed him, playing with him with my long, pierced tongue.

Then, I used my pussy muscles on his cock and but only used small movements, motioning my asslicking buddy over. He lubed up his cock and got my asshole and at least the first four of five inches of my rear passage very wet with lube and his wet fingers. That allowed his seven inches to slowly push past my sphincter then quickly drive all the way up my ass till his balls slapped against my butt. Just like my first double penetration last night, I so loved the fullness of well more than a foot of hard cock inside me.

The three of us had a lot of raw, sexy fun over the next few minutes. The guys soon got into an in out rhythm, so I always had one cock pushing in as the other was on their downstroke. Just like last night, the feeling of two dicks stretching me as they were moving inside me quickly gave me a string of nice hard orgasms. The guys weren't missing out though, as first the guy in my pussy went rigid below me. I used my muscles to squeeze him tightly as I felt his cock spasm and release a big load inside me.

That seemed to be what the guy in my ass needed as within a minute he grabbed my hips and as he shoved his cock all the way inside me. With his cock buried all the way up my tight ass, his moan was almost a scream as he came hard, shooting what felt like a pint of cum up my ass. As we all untangled and recovered, I was wondering how I could arrange to get double-penetrated each day I was staying as a woman. It felt that good.

The rest of the night was just excess after excess. We smoked, snorted, drank and fucked till everyone was exhausted, the room reeked of cum and pussy juice. Franny and I had licked, sucked or fucked every one of the fourteen people who'd journeyed from the dance club to party with us. So, we not only had christened our play space, but we'd enjoyed what it felt like to fuck fourteen sexy young things.

Our room had hidden cameras so that there was video footage from every angle. I planned to blow up and frame some of the best, like a picture that Franny had loved of me, close to dawn, as I licked clean a big hard dick after he'd sprayed cum all over my face. She told me she'd caption it "Blonde Slut Cleaning Up." I had a feeling after we also edited all the footage we'd have a crazy sexy porn video, something that we'd always have to remember the weekend and me as a hot blonde chick.

I had also done something I'd always dreamed of and was the definition of extreme sex. Along with three of the hot women who joined us I arranged a daisy chain of licking and sucking. But that wasn't all, Franny orchestrated the lube and timing and soon we had footage of all four of us fisting the next girl. There was something so hot and kinky of having your hand and half your arm soaked in lube and buried in someone's tight pussy while another girl did the same to you. But that wasn't enough for me. I then encouraged my partner and loved it when she didn't just fist my wet pussy but managed to fist my tight ass with her other tiny fist. It was a very satisfying and a very kinky end to our orgy.

As we all cleaned up, all of us needed a hot shower. The big multi-head shower was perfect, though all of us were finally too worn out to fuck our partners under the hot spray. Before everyone headed out, we made sure to get everyone's cell phone numbers, and their promise to come back for a second orgy. We had enticed them by unlocking the dungeon room and showing off all its equipment and toys before they left our basement. Our night had been a fantastic success, and I could not wait to turn back into my slutty female Taylor the next weekend for more fun. Now we seriously needed some rest.

Sunday and Mapping out a Way Ahead

After our first all-night Saturday orgy, we both woke up late in the afternoon on Sunday. After all our goodbye kisses as we had kicked all our partners out right at dawn we were just worn out. It had been an amazing night, so many hard thick cocks, and soaking wet pussies. More and more I was at home as the female Taylor, my original body and personality somehow fading away in just two days. Franny also made me more confident and certain we had made the right changes when she told me something before we slipped into well-earned, deep sleep. My wife let me know that she did not just enjoy my new body and sluttiness, she loved her sexier and sluttier body too.

Sadly, on Sunday, despite all our idol assisted improvements, we were both finally all fucked out. So, wanting one last memory as two hot girls we agreed that some oral was all we could deal with after such an insane Saturday night. That afternoon, after one final session of amazingly hot sixty-nine where we not only came one last time but licked up and swallowed all the cum from each other, we had showered together and collapsed onto the satin sheets of the one clean king size bed for a needed before dinner nap.

Waking up all wrapped up around each other, we kissed and smiled happily at each other, two beautiful slutty blondes who had enjoyed a maniacal weekend. Sadly, I knew this adventure as a stunning and slutty blonde was about over. Though I had loved being a hot and wild female Taylor, I knew I needed to turn myself back to the male Taylor for work in the morning. It was something I truly didn't want to do, I had enjoyed myself this weekend far more than I'd ever enjoyed a weekend as a male. But my job and its salary weren't nice, they were essential. Maybe I could repeat my transformation next weekend. Franny could keep her changes, her body wasn't all that different, but I had to give up all the fun of being the slutty female Taylor.

So together we went upstairs and grabbed the idol. But first wanting some final memories, I grabbed Franny. We snapped a bunch of selfies and pics in the mirror of the two of our crazy slutty bodies. Then, bowing to the necessary, I rubbed the idol, picturing my normal body and male identity. But, nothing happened, beyond a greenish glow and pleasant feeling through my hand.

That didn't surprise me all that much, it had seemed like I was more naturally the female Taylor. I handed the idol to my wife; I needed her to change me back. Then scarily, when Franny rubbed it, again nothing happened. She also saw just a faint green glow and told me the statue felt nice on her hand. Crap. Next Franny tried to remove her, admittedly more minor, modifications. Just the same, nothing. And oddly, after she passed the idol over to me, I couldn't change her back either. What the hell?

Ok I needed to test the idol. Was it even still working? So, there was something I wanted after having sore feet at the club last night. I imagined not just walking in towering heels sexily, but being able to do that with no pain, for ten plus hours. Now the idol glowed faintly, and I felt mild pleasure from my hips down to the tips of my toes. Then, not wanting to go through the pain of a normal piercing, I imagined four silver rings in each of my labial lips. I glanced down and there they were. So, the idol was still working, but it didn't seem able or willing to make us return to our original bodies. This was weird as fuck.

Both of us had the same frustrating experience with the idol. No matter what we imagined about getting back to our original bodies, only a faint green glow surrounding the little statue. That and the warm happy feeling as we touched it meant it was active, but no changes seemed possible. Worse there was no little voice in our heads, it was very odd and confusing. But beyond all that I had to laugh. All of this must have looked silly, two naked, very sexy pierced and tatted blondes rubbing an odd little statue and cursing.

It was dawning on both of us what must be happening. It seemed that the idol knew what we hadn't been willing to see. This weekend's changes hadn't only been a fun excursion, not just Franny but I also had actually become what we were meant to be. We were never meant to be two boring mid-level managers. We were meant to be two pierced and tatted hot slutty blondes.

The idol knew we had truly achieved our ideal states that matched our essences. That is why no matter what, it would never reverse our changes. But how was I to go back to work as a project manager when I was so obsessed with fucking and sucking and looked like the epitome of a slutty porn star chick? I mean at my conservative firm, no manager had such big tits, a tramp stamp, and other smaller tattoos, as well as piercings all over, including my tongue. Not to mention the biggest issue, at work I was Taylor, a guy. And we weren't independently wealthy we both needed to work! And it wasn't just me, Franny had the same issue, she looked super-hot, but super slutty too. It would have been very difficult for her to go back to her store manager job.

Then, while I hyperventilated and totally panicked, Franny just rubbed her chin and tilted her head. I swear she looked like she was calculating a long division problem in her head. After almost a minute, my wife screamed loudly, startling me. Franny grinned the epitome of a shit-eating grin, grabbed both sides of my platinum blonde head, and kissed me, burying her long, pierced tongue in my mouth, dueling with and dominating my own long tongue, like the horny lover I knew and loved.

How was she not freaking out? After kissing me with her tongue for a minute or two she pulled back and whispered a long, complicated idea in my ear. I instantly knew she was right and kissed her again, getting aroused as I contemplated living Franny's plan and as I rubbed my big, pierced nipples on her matching set. Not only had my stress evaporated but my bare pussy moistened. Our life could make this weekend look like the most boring two days ever! Fingers crossed we had a way ahead and it would answer all our financial and lifestyle needs.

Six months later.

Looking back, our lives had really honestly fundamentally changed with Franny's brilliant idea of how to monetize these hot bodies. It turned out Franny's crazy idea that Sunday night for new, very different, lucrative careers was the ideal solution for both of us. It suited us perfectly, with our hot new bodies, and our powerful, nearly overpowering sexual desires and needs. First, though, we needed some time to see if it would actually work. Looking back there was no viable "plan B," so we were both silently pretty worried about how we'd earn a good living with our transformed bodies.

So right away we had to verify Franny's concepts would work. And we needed to do that quickly. We had both taken two weeks off work, using the little vacation time we had banked for the first week then claiming a bad case of the flu, a second week off using sick leave. Franny had no problem convincing me that crazy Sunday, or at least have me open to the idea, of combining our new looks and sexual attitudes with making money. And with either proving she was right or failing in just weeks we would know pretty quickly if she was right, and we both had new productive careers as sex workers. Or we would learn she was insane and have no way to earn a living.

During that first week we signed up online and then went to an amateur night at a big strip club. But not as two solo dancers, kind of competing with each other. We went as a group act. Before that Thursday contest we watched so many videos, and practiced dancing for hours, even bolting a stripper pole in the middle of our basement orgy room. By Wednesday we were feeling good, we had both been already super good on our stripper heels from our Friday transformations, now we could dance and strip over a three-song set as good as any headlining pro, or so we hoped. Besides, Franny had given me instructions on how to collaborate with her to drive the customers crazy during the 3d song of our set. It was very raunchy and would either get us arrested or make us stars.

We arrived at the club with our outfits in bags. We were going to dress as two French maids to start our act. Yes, very predictable, but Franny insisted that we'd also be pushing all the right buttons for the audience. Luckily, we were the last amateur act, and so had no one following to outdo us, though based on our lack of boundaries I didn't think anyone would ever do that, especially with Franny's crazy, very illegal plan to close out our set.

Of course we won. We were super-hot, danced smoothly in seven-inch stripper heels like we had been pros for years and were working the rail like the slutty girls we were, from the first song. We had started the first song with our long blonde hair in ponytails like meek little French maids. But we were in a strip club for a dance contest, so the tops nearly exposed our nipples, the skirts barely covered our wet pussies, we had bright shiny red lipstick, and we were wearing seven-inch stripper heels. That tiny measure of meekness disappeared in the very first song, as we pulled off the outer part of our outfits, showing off very slutty lingerie. Quickly getting down to our hot lingerie also allowed us to free up our platinum massive blonde hair from its ponytails to play with guys at the rail, by dragging it all over their bodies.

During the second song as we stripped to our panties the crowd went crazy for our pierced nipples, tattoos and how we were kissing and playing with each other. Of course, they also liked it as we worked the rail, taking time to straddle some lucky guys to grind on their hard dicks and rub our big tits in their faces. It turns out if you hold a guy's lips against your big, pierced nipples encouraging them to suck and bite your nips and allow them to lick your own pussy juice off your fingers, they tip pretty damn well. The club was going crazy, and they had not seen our closing song yet!

For the third song we went totally naked, though some of the competitors had stopped short of that, keeping their G-strings on. Not us, we were now officially out of control, but that song also sealed our victory. We also didn't care that the manager swore at us after our third song that we'd nearly gotten arrested. So ok, we had gotten totally aroused and a little carried away on stage as we kissed and finger fucked each other, only stopping to lick the juices from each other's long fingers like they were cocks. But that wasn't really what he was pissed about, he told us.

What had gotten him mad, but honestly more worried about any police in the audience, was we followed our finger fucking each other by dropping into a sixty-nine position, maybe two feet from the tip rail. At first, we were only faking touching other, but once Franny licked my pussy then sucked on my clit, I matched her lick for lick. The crowd went insane. That onstage sex, and how we played with the big crowd at the rail, definitely ensured we'd win. Even during that first night's amateur contest, the shower of ones, fives and tens coating us and the stage told us that Franny had been right about changing careers.

The manager couldn't have been that angry. He had realized he had two crowd-pleasing headliners right in front of him. He made us an immediate job offer to start the next night as dancers. Compared to our prior work we had, even that very first week, an immediate big increase in income. It turned out, as Franny had suspected, in our new bodies, combined with all the mental changes we had used the statue for, made us perfect for stripping. From that first time competing as amateurs, we loved dancing and performing in front of a room of raucous, horny guys. We had made ourselves over with that idol's help into what every guy seemed to picture as the perfect stripper bodies.

Our constant horniness and newly discovered exhibitionism meant right away, every night, we deliberately and routinely pushed to the limits of what the law allowed on stage. We were the perfect headliners and moneymakers for a club that marketed itself as the craziest in the city. The insane reaction of the crowd each night only drove us further. If we were sure no cops were in the room we didn't just play with each other's pussies and tits, or simulate sixty-nine, like that first night we happily ate each other to screaming orgasms. If we wanted a change of pace we would fuck each other with massive strap-on dildos, right on stage.

If all that wasn't enough to get us publicity, the word had obviously spread that the two of us had no limits in the private rooms. If the bouncers signaled us there were no cops in the house, from the first night, for the right amount of cash, we were sucking and fucking customers all night long, not just grinding on the men in teasing lap dances in those back rooms. Of course, that earned us far more than any three-song set onstage. The hotness and craziness that was "Maid to Please," the corny performing title was another Franny idea, rapidly spread across the entire Bay area.

It definitely was raining cash all week long for both of us. Even during our first two-week trial period, together our share of the money at the club was at least ten grand a week. Not only were we loving all the exhibitionism, orgasms and cum, we were making about a third more as entertainers than we had made as young managers. And as we both now, probably permanently sexually insatiable, I'm not sure any other career would have worked for us.

Franny was also still, like me, super smart, we just had bodies and the sexual appetites of slutty nymphos. So, I hadn't doubted her logic and the outline of her financial plan when she had told me that Sunday afternoon about our planned new careers. She also had told me that she was sure stripping was a good way, but not the only way we could earn piles of cash as sex workers. However, we quickly figured that out we were definitely making enough money just from dancing each night to live very well. So, after a few nights into our second week off, we resigned from our prior management jobs, effective at the end of those two weeks of paid time off. We had zero regrets as we had already embraced our new careers and were not looking back.

Crazily, the first month of our dancing careers at the club work led to two other lucrative gigs. First was a job offer from a producer for an audition making adult films. He had seen one our raunchier sex toy performances when no cops were in the crowd and clearly liked what we loved to do to each other. We were so ready for that next step, fucking in front of the camera, was no big deal after we pretty much were doing that every night in front of a huge audience in the now packed club.

And we were super sexually talented, we had the skills to match our transformed bodies and anything goes attitudes. We had the ability to swallow any cock, take that same massive cock deep in our asses, contort our bodies for any possible sex position, and were kinky enough to love all the extreme scenes our directors dreamed up. More than a few of our co-stars and directors were stunned by how we could manage any size cock not just in our pussies, or our tight little asses, but we could deep throat the biggest porn star dick. All both of us said back to them, as we swirled around a big load of cum and then swallowed it for the camera, was yummy.

The filming definitely wasn't always unlimited fun, but the amount of sex and money of course, was pretty much worth it. In only six months we were being touted as the next big thing in the X-rated film industry. What was amazing was that though making films wasn't romantic or sexy, it is kind of actually work, we did get to have fun with the biggest cocks and cutest pussies you could imagine. And with our new sex drive levels, that was pretty much essential in any of our new jobs.

Everyone thought we were all about the money in making so many movies in so many porn genres so quickly. But that wasn't all of it. Our eagerness, sluttiness, and orgasms were 100% real. Engaging in non-stop sex on stage and in front of cameras was exactly what we needed and what we loved to do. We had in fact achieved our ideal life, as the statue knew when it refused to return us to our original bodies.

But if stripping and fucking on camera wasn't enough sex and money, we soon got involved in yet another line of work. From a friendly, very hot and slutty dancer, one of our new best work friends with benefits, I had found out that one of the managers and two of his bouncer friends ran an out-call service from the strip club. I hadn't realized that about half the girls worked a much more lucrative second gig outside the club.

Their dancing was as much advertising for their escort work as it was the tips. And of course, since we had no limits in the private rooms at the club, working as escorts was an easy "yes". From out club antics, the managers of the service kind of knew that as escorts we'd be totally down for doing anything a customer wanted. Of course that meant more fucking for both of us, with anyone. We were ready for guys, girls and groups of any size.

Working as escorts was another source of serious money, especially as we became more and more famous as two of the new, hottest X-rated film stars. With that status we were able to charge quite a bit more that the average girl. Whether separately or together we didn't provide some tired old "girlfriend experience," that lots of escorts specialized in providing. Instead, when you hired Franny and I, you got a much more fun "porn-star" date experience. No surprise there was a large customer base that would pay very large fees to be able to say they fucked a pair of the hottest porn starlets in the business.

There was one issue we didn't see coming. Within weeks working all three very lucrative sex industry jobs, even we were about worn out. We realized something had to give. Working three jobs, as sexy and fun as each was, simply was just not possible. So, we cut back on our club work to just Thursday, Friday and Saturday. The other nights we escorted, that is if we weren't shooting a new video.

Somehow, we still were randy enough to enjoy sleeping together and with others. So, happily on many of those nights not dancing or escorting, the two of us got very little sleep. And more than a few times we brought our favorite porn co-stars home to enjoy a night of raw, hot sex, still filmed but with our private cameras. What we also started doing, since we were dancing, escorting or filming many nights, often till near dawn, was sleeping into the afternoons most days. That was the final sign that our prior lives were gone forever.

It seemed everything had changed for us in the six short months since I decided, for just a weekend, to see what 100% female life was like. Less than a year after buying our magical treasure at a yard sale our lives had been turned upside down, in the best possible way. As I looked at the now silent idol sitting on our mantel, I realized it had been right about our true essence and our ideal life. We literally fucked and sucked every day, loved it, and were on the path to being multi-millionaires before we were thirty.

I didn't have any idea how long our careers would last, physically we were still the same, looking like 22-year-olds. It seemed we didn't age, or aged very slowly, in these newly transformed bodies. But even when we had to transition to hot MILF porn starlets that would be fine. I knew just like that very first weekend, I'd still love the feeling when a hard cock pounded my ass while another was deep in my wet pussy, and I had my tongue on a third lucky guy's balls as his rod was thrusting deep down my throat. I also knew that Franny was just as addicted to being a sexual performer.

Luckily for both of us, not just our bodies were perfect. We both loved every aspect of our sex-centric life, and all the orgasms and raunch that it brought us every day. My male life as Taylor was such a faint memory I barely could remember having a cock, and didn't miss that life at all. I had never had an issue with my identity or huge sex drive from the first time Franny saw me changed into a hot blonde slut enjoying cocks just as much as I loved a gloriously wet pussy. And since she had immediately become almost the twin of the new Taylor, we were ready for anything. Life was good and our future adventures were going to be great!

End of Chapter 4. Though the plan is for this chapter to complete the story, I'm not sure if I end this here. I did start working on it over five years ago! And if I go further not sure if I explore the girls' adventures as escorts or porn stars or both!