"But what the heck is a slut machine?" Rukia asked.
"Just what it sounds like," the man said. "A person walks up to you and pulls a lever. Your screen lights up with whatever change or changes will happen to the customer and transform her...or him...into a slut."
"And how long do I need to do this for?" Rukia asked.
"Until I feel the task is complete, of course."
Rukia sighed. "Of course."
"Well," the man said. "Do you accept?"
"I guess..."
The man pulled out a metal collar and quickly snapped it around Rukia's neck. Rukia began to protest at how tight it was when she felt her mouth seize up and form into a round, cock-sucking "O" as her head returned to its normal human form. Below the neckline of the collar, her body shifted, widened, and distorted into a what looked like a cross between a slot machine and an arcade cabinet. Her right arm vanished as her left turned into the sort of lever seen on a slot machine. The rest of her body, however, turned into a cabinet, with the monitor at about where her breasts once were.
Images of Rukia covered the side art and frame around the monitor, though no two images were identical. There was one where Rukia was dressed in cut-off shorts, fishnets, and a halter with a thick layer of slutty makeup on her face. Another saw her as she might look as a beautiful woman in her forties; a cougar in a leopard-print dress. A third saw her dressed in a cheerleading outfit with blonde hair and big, puffy lips, and in yet another, she was dressed in a school uniform with a too-short skirt and a precocious look on her face.
But each flavor of Rukia depicted in the art shared one thing in common; they all represented her as a different type of slut. Just some of the examples of what might happen to those that walked up, inserted a coin into the slot that used to be her vagina, and pulled the lever.
Thu Sep 01 11:43:24 2011