Dave and the Love Gun (ePub)

Maybe the tiny device Dave stole from a forgotten military storage unit came from a UFO. Perhaps that explains why it keeps transforming random women into gorgeous, adoring sex-bombs utterly devoted to Dave's happiness. It also improves a potted plant. Dave and his best friend Liam try to discover how the amazing device works, while fending off a sharp detective and an inquisitive government agent, and preventing Dave's (maybe) girlfriend Chelsea from discovering his growing, accidental harem. An erotic novella with themes of mind and body transformation, exuberant sex, under-stated humour, extra-terrestrial technology, and a blatant disregard for the laws of physics.

Extract:
"What are you doing there?" She pointed to the clumsy surgical operation on his table. "Be careful you don't set off the fire alarm!"
Dave laughed. He picked up the gizmo by one flat wire. "This? It's an artifact of some kind. I got it, uhm, . . . second hand. I was trying to repair some broken wires."
"But what is it?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe a sensor? Or part of a radio, or something?" He turned it around in his hand. "Hey, you know, these two projections may actually be a grip. Look how they fit in my hand." He held the thing with the wires against his palm, the cylinder horizontal. "Maybe it's a gun of some kind?"
Mrs. Biltrite was not easily distracted. She said, "Never mind that. Let me be clear. You are not to see clients in this build – "
FWOOOMP!
A flash of white like a lightning strike blasted the room. Dave blinked, dazzled. The gizmo in his hand was glowing. Smoke curled out of the far end.
Dave said: "Mrs. Biltrite, I'm sorry, I don't know what hap . . . what hap . . . ." His voice trailed off.
Mrs. Biltrite was no longer in the room. At least, certainly not the Mrs. Biltrite that Dave knew. The woman standing in front of him, looking down at her own body in amazement, was drop dead gorgeous. Her figure was lush and over-curved: shapely legs, broad, smooth hips but a narrow waist, and topping it all, an astonishingly generous, perfectly shaped bosom. Her face was movie-star perfect. Deep green eyes smoldered below a cascade of long, luminescently blonde hair.
"Oh, Davy!" she cooed, in a newly throaty voice. "Look what you've done to me!"