Damien had always loved a filthy woman. Nothing turned him on more than a true cock loving slut. He'd watched a lot of porn growing up and had become totally transfixed when watching a woman take multiple partners. He loved her enthusiasm on her knees sucking all the cocks in front of her. Being moved to the couch to be made airtight. The way the cocks flowed in and out of her ass, pussy and mouth all at the same time, rotating to always keep her working and satisfied.
He'd found he wanted the same thing in the women he dated. Regular sex just didn't satisfy him anymore. He'd been to his first gangbang with a stranger he'd met on an adult dating site. It was the best experience of his life! But the thing that had been nagging him for years was the idea of being the slut. He knew if he woke up a woman the first thing he'd do is find as much cock and suck and fuck his brains out. A real slut's feast! He loved being born a man and giving it to women like the ones in the movies. But he was always intrigued at the thought of being the slut, being the one with all the responsibility. The idea turned him on like crazy!
He was watching one of his favourite, sluttiest, pornstars greedily fit two cocks in her mouth with a large butt plug filling her cute ass. He'd constantly obsessed over the idea of tag teaming her with his mates and watching her smile as they covered her in cum. Or being her. Now that would be such a hot experience, giving herself to those guys. Swallowing them all, satisfying them. Being their little submissive sex puppet with slutty enthusiasm!
He jerked his cock just thinking about it. He was so close to cumming when suddenly the screen flashed unexpectedly and went blank. He furiously shook the mouse trying to get the movie back up but to no avail. The computer began to shake violently. There was a large flash of light and Damien was knocked off his chair and onto the floor. From out of the computer a figure started to emerge. Damien lay there on his back stunned. The flash subsided, in front of him stood a man in robes, completely okay with what had just happened.
"Hello Damien, no need to be alarmed. My name is Trist."
"What the hell is going on?"
"Simple. The galaxy is far more advanced than you've ever realised but we keep Earth the way it is for now, occasionally making ourselves known to a select few. We're trialling some out of body experiments right now and based on your thoughts, which we can read, and your search history over the years, you're our perfect candidate."
"Candidate for what?"
"Experiencing reality through another body. We gather that you clearly would love the experience of being a sexually provocative female. We're here to give you that experience. Not permanent of course."
Damien couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Why me?"
"Your credentials fit perfectly into what we're looking for. We're planning an industry that allows anyone to experience all that they weren't born with. You'll be a free trial, so no payment is required. Simply ask us what you want to look like and when you want to change back just let us know. For the trial we'll give you one week to enjoy your time in peace, then we will come and change you back.
Damien was too horny to try and piece together everything.
"Sign me up!"
Trist smiled. 'It's all at your control, you can tell us what you want to look like as a female, or we can pick an idea based on your thoughts over the years. You'll then get to do whatever you would like for a week in her body, with your mind completely intact.
Damien thought for a moment but then realised he'd love the surprise of not knowing what sexy little vixen he would be controlling.
"You pick it, I'd love to see what my filthy mind can produce."
"We're all set. Lay down on your bed and close your eyes. You'll be unconscious for a brief time and when you wake you will be in her body"
Damien strolled to his bed and lay down, closing his eyes.
"See you in a week."
