Rentyre
Dale makes a few scribbles on his clipboard, and escorts you over to your work station. He shows you how to link the two Rentyres for customers who show up in person, as well as the instructions for linking one of the Rentyres to an outside Rentyre. He gives you a few handouts on employee guidelines, tells you which phone extention to call if you have problems, before leaving you alone.
You skim over the cheesy handouts before chucking them into a wastebasket at the foot of the desk. To your amusement, half of its contents are similar pamplets.
After five minutes, your boredom is interrupted by the opening door. A teenage couple walks in, holding hands. Like you, it appears that they've only just reached eighteen.
"Hi, I'm Gunther. Can I help you today?" you ask in a polite voice.
"Yes," the girl says. "Well, it's kinda embarassing, really. You see, our, umm, sex life isn't...well, it's not what it used to be, and, uhh... we thought that... maybe..."
"I've been banging her up and down the bedposts, and she thought it'd be fun if she knocked me up one time," the guy interrupted.
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, but she nodded her head with excitement.
"Well," you say. "I'll just need to see your Rentyre I.D.s, and we'll get the Rentyres set up for your use." They seem to check out, and it allows you to learn their names. "Allright, the process is set up for you guys. Derek, if you'll enter the machine to your left; Melissa, the other machine is for you."
You start the Rentyring, and the two of them exit the machines a few seconds later.
"Wow," says Melissa, "I never knew how hot I looked. I think I'm getting stiff just looking at me." She quickly takes off Derek's pants, and begins to flick her new penis like a springboard.
Derek, however, is preoccupied with other matters. He's holding Melissa's tanktop away from his new body, as he bounces on his heels to make his new breasts giggle.
"Hey, Gunther? I know we're free to go, and we'll be back tomorrow for the return...but do you think you could give me a blow job?"
"What!?"
"Well, guys are always telling me how awesome it is, so I wanted to find out what it feels like. I mean, how else am I going to find out what it feels like?"
"Why can't Derek do it?" you ask, feeling very uncomfortable.
"I draw the line at sucking myself," he says, not taking his eyes off of his new breasts. "It's bad enough that I'm making me whack myself off later tonight."
You look at Derek, hoping he'll get over himself and help you out of this situation, but he's busy with Melissa's breasts. He's beginning to stroke his nipples, and isn't paying attention to anything else.
Melissa begins to tap her feet, a sound that would drive you insane if it weren't muffled by Derek's pants at her feet. She thrusts her new equipment in your direction, and manages to give you the evil eye, despite the fact that she's in a man's body. ...It looks like you don't have a choice...
You skim over the cheesy handouts before chucking them into a wastebasket at the foot of the desk. To your amusement, half of its contents are similar pamplets.
After five minutes, your boredom is interrupted by the opening door. A teenage couple walks in, holding hands. Like you, it appears that they've only just reached eighteen.
"Hi, I'm Gunther. Can I help you today?" you ask in a polite voice.
"Yes," the girl says. "Well, it's kinda embarassing, really. You see, our, umm, sex life isn't...well, it's not what it used to be, and, uhh... we thought that... maybe..."
"I've been banging her up and down the bedposts, and she thought it'd be fun if she knocked me up one time," the guy interrupted.
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red, but she nodded her head with excitement.
"Well," you say. "I'll just need to see your Rentyre I.D.s, and we'll get the Rentyres set up for your use." They seem to check out, and it allows you to learn their names. "Allright, the process is set up for you guys. Derek, if you'll enter the machine to your left; Melissa, the other machine is for you."
You start the Rentyring, and the two of them exit the machines a few seconds later.
"Wow," says Melissa, "I never knew how hot I looked. I think I'm getting stiff just looking at me." She quickly takes off Derek's pants, and begins to flick her new penis like a springboard.
Derek, however, is preoccupied with other matters. He's holding Melissa's tanktop away from his new body, as he bounces on his heels to make his new breasts giggle.
"Hey, Gunther? I know we're free to go, and we'll be back tomorrow for the return...but do you think you could give me a blow job?"
"What!?"
"Well, guys are always telling me how awesome it is, so I wanted to find out what it feels like. I mean, how else am I going to find out what it feels like?"
"Why can't Derek do it?" you ask, feeling very uncomfortable.
"I draw the line at sucking myself," he says, not taking his eyes off of his new breasts. "It's bad enough that I'm making me whack myself off later tonight."
You look at Derek, hoping he'll get over himself and help you out of this situation, but he's busy with Melissa's breasts. He's beginning to stroke his nipples, and isn't paying attention to anything else.
Melissa begins to tap her feet, a sound that would drive you insane if it weren't muffled by Derek's pants at her feet. She thrusts her new equipment in your direction, and manages to give you the evil eye, despite the fact that she's in a man's body. ...It looks like you don't have a choice...