Six Nights at Sinful Sally’s
       	Night One
       	“This place is a dump,” Alice said from her place behind the dust covered bar. They’d cleaned off a spot by the flip up counter before they realized that it was rusted shut. She rested her elbows down on the old surface. Thank heavens she didn’t have an allergy to dust!
       	Not like poor Kevin across the bar from her, still wearing a white filter mask over his mouth and nostrils, and still looking uncomfortable in the enclosed space. His light blue eyes a little bloodshot and wet from an earlier sneezing frenzy. His normally well oiled hair messed up and stuck with dust and cobwebs. “You sure you’re okay with staying here? I mean I know the power and plumbing works, but you could always rent a hotel room or something…”
       	“No, we came down here in the first place to sort out my uncles estate and get some cash from this old property… the last thing I want to do is spend more money on a hotel when I have four walls and a roof to sleep in. Besides,” she said pointing towards the door. “There’s a diner across the highway. I have plenty of power tools, cleaning supplies, and enough cash to last the rest of the week.”
       	Still looking indecisive, despite his clear desire to get out of the building littered with overturned chairs and moldy wallpaper Kevin scratched the back of his head trying to think of another excuse. Only to quickly pull his hand away and shake it wildly when he felt another spider web!
       	Earning a giggle from his girlfriend. “Seriously, I can take care of myself. Uncle Carl’s club wasn’t in some run down town or anything. The locks still work and I have his old pistol here. Just because it’s in need of a lot of renovation is no reason to be so scared for me. The only thing in this place are mice and cockroaches. And I think a couple bug bombs and the exterminator coming on Tuesday should handle all that just fine.” Reaching across the wooden barrier she held his hand, holding tightly and stroking his palm with her fingers. “I’ll be fine. Go do that band gig you have lined up and by the time you get back we’ll be ready to put this place on the market!”
       	“Alright Alice, but I’m telling you this place just gives me the creeps.”
       	Alice just shook her head.
       	What was so creepy about an old strip joint? Sure with the lights off the poles on the three stages caused some odd shadows to fall when the first stepped in, and the mannequins for displaying costumes in the dressing rooms were a little on the spooky side. Plus it didn’t help that Carl had been some sort of Ozzy road fan and had a huge collection of metal paraphernalia still kept in his office. Even though the place had been closed for almost eight years since his health started to decline.
       	Really the only odd thing about Sinful Sally’s was the account books. Carl had made a lot of money catering to some odd fetishes with his dancers. But he’d never managed to make as much as you’d think the owner of an establishment like this should. Since he was the drugged up old hippy of the family no one found it surprising that he hadn’t a head for numbers. But that’s not what the ledger showed. It was incredibly neat and well maintained. Not surprising since old Carl was apparently a history grad from Berkely… another thing Alice hadn’t been told about her uncle. Still it left her wondering…
       	Where had all the money gone?

       	“Well, I think I’ve made some serious progress today,” Alice said as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Chairs and stools to rotted and damaged had been removed and thrown in a dumpster outside, while the floor of the bar center stages was now clean of garbage. Still need a good washing and she hadn’t even started on the back rooms and private lounges. Still it was a good deal for one short brunette woman to get done in a single day.
       	Then again, she’d always been handy with power tools. She’d even got to help uncle Carl build is sail boat when she was a kid visiting his house one summer. The Tiresias… shame she never got to go out on it with him since the family found out what kind of club he ran that year. Still it was still down at the marina... another thing she would sadly have to sell. She was still surprised that all his possessions had ended up going to her. And that he’d had so little money saved up. The funeral had been particularly odd…
       	All those well endowed women crying their eyes out. Like he’d been more than just an employer. They’d all taken a turn telling her what a wonderful caring man he’d been. There was almost a dozen of them too. Which seemed even odder to her. Like all his old girls had kept in touch with him for years after the club closed. That couldn’t be normal. Plus…
       	Some of them had arrived in Mercedes. And a new Porsche… not exactly the kind of car she’d expect an ex-stripper to drive around in. Their speeches about her uncle had been weird too. Charity work and donations… he was apparently even major donor, if clandestine given the source of his funds, to gay friendly politicians.
       	Frankly the man had been some sort of smut peddling saint.
       	Thinking about her uncle was just making her sad… and she really wanted to get something to eat. She put it out of her mind and made her way across the road to the truck stop and diner. It was an old fashioned establishment, plenty of booths and a jukebox in one corner. Some slow moving sixties hits playing when she entered. Soon enough a waitress came to take her order.
       	“Hey, I’m Kelly, I’ll be taking care of you,” the freckled blonde asked . “So whatcha having.”
       	“Well I’m going to be coming around here for a little while so why don’t you tell me what you recommend.”
       	“Really? We don’t get a lot of regulars since Sally’s closed down…”
       	“So the club was good for your business?”
       	Kelly twirled her hair as she thought about the question. “Well… I started just before they closed, but the Jeff, he’s the owner and cook, always used to say that we got a lot of customers from Sally’s. Almost triple our normal take on the weekends. We had deal with Carl where he served liquor and we handled food for anyone looking to get dinner before they opened. Plus, it made our route more attractive to a lot of truckers too.”
       	“I had no idea it was so successful…”
       	“Yep, plus his girls  would come in before their shifts too. Real nice gals from what I heard. Apparently one of them even got married recently… guess anyone can find somebody if they try hard enough,” she said with a wistful look on her face.
       	“What do you mean by that?”
       	The waitress looked around at the neighboring booths to make sure no one was nearby. Before leaning down to share a conspiratorial secret. “Well a lot of his dancers weren’t exactly women from what I heard. Though if they’d been men they certainly made some of the hottest girls I ever saw.”
       	Alice found herself stunned at this revelation. She’d seen every one of these women at the funeral. She hadn’t suspected a thing. It… seemed impossible. Sure, a lot of them had probably had their breasts augmented by implants at some point. But nothing about their mannerisms, voices, or appearance had shown the slightest sign of any abnormality.
       	“Huh… I didn’t know that. I was close to my uncle years ago… but sort of missed out on seeing him over the last ten years.”
       	“Well Martha’s sister used to work at Sally’s… she still lives nearby. I can ask if she’d like to stop by and reminisce about the good old days. Where you staying?”
       	“Across the road at Sally’s while I clean it up for the relators.”
       	“What!” Kelly looked shocked at this admission. “I… I don’t know if I’d do that if I were you… sometimes the lights come on and…”
       	“What… is it haunted?” Alice asked with a smile. But Kelly wasn’t smiling back.
       	“No one noticed anything when it was open, but after it closed things got kind of weird around there. There’s a reason no vagrants ever tried to move in,” she sat down in the booth to be even with Alice and look her in the eyes. “If I were you I’d rent a room at the motel.”

       	Alice couldn’t get the odd warning out of her head as she walked back to the abandoned strip club. The abandoned, and according to the locals, apparently haunted strip club. “And me without my a talking dog or stoner buddy. They better be joking or I’ll be completely unprepared to catch the masked bank robbing ghost strippers and find out it was actually old man Withers!”
       	She laughed a bit at her little joke while checking the locks on the doors before heading to her sleeping bag in the office. It was creepy though at night. Most of the lights needed to be replaced and her flashlight couldn’t help but cast shadows on the walls that conjured all sorts of images. She could almost see the gyrating hips of the dancers against the poles as she waved the light across the empty room. Their silhouettes so perfectly proportioned, huge rounded breasts when faced sideways, asses thrust against the metal pole behind them, their own pole sticking up and…
       	Alice whirled the light back… only seeing the straight black outline of the pole now. “Get ahold of yourself girl. There’s no such thing as ghosts… let alone haunted strip clubs. Seriously, why would this place be haunted anyway? Carl may have been into hookas and shrooms back in the days but that doesn’t mean he worshipped the devil.”
       	Putting these thoughts out of her mind… not the easiest thing to do when she slept under a pentagram poster of some rock group she’d never heard of, Alice turned in for the night. Closing her eyes and drifting off to…
       	“Hey Alice!”
       	“HEY”
       	She started up, coughing as she did on the smoke of cheap cigars. Carl sat in his chair, bushy grey beard over an old worn leather motorcycle jacket. The smoke floating in the air around him combined with the light of the shaded lamp gave him an ethereal appearance. “I’m real glad we could have this chance to talk. There’s some things I wanted to tell you, to tell lots of people really… but it was so crazy no one would ever believe me.”
       	He took another drag of his cigar and blew it out into a puffy cloud of smoke in front of him. “Hell, I don’t really believe it all and I lived through it!”
       	“Uncle Carl, what are you talking about?”
       	A knock on the office door interrupted their conversation. “Come in,” Carl said before turning back to his niece. “But I haven’t anymore time left… so I’ll leave it to her to explain things. Sallys an alright girl no matter how things started.”
       	Alice heard the hinges creak in protest as the aforementioned Sally entered the office. She was tall, taller than her own five and a half height by almost a whole six inches.Her hair was an amazingly straight platinum blonde that had to be seemed to perfect for it to have come from a bottle. Her evenly parted hair fell past her shoulders and over her breasts, shining curtains to her face in the low light and smoke filled room. Her lips were full, fat, and smiling as she entered. Long lashes, and sharp well cared for eyebrows. All on a complexion of a bronzed tan… that was probably over her whole body.
       	It certainly looked like it, as the hot pink shiney stripper outfit she was wearing left very little to the imagination. Her highheeled platform boots zipped up the sides and went over her knees. Just barely though, leaving plenty of her smooth wide thighs to gaze upon/ Leading up to her thong enclose crotch, and some serious hips. With her rear turned from Alice the proportions of that plump butt couldn’t be properly judged, but it looked to be just as perfect as the rest. Though her fertility was obviously as false as those two triple Ds on her chest, barely contained by her thin top.
       	The bulging crotch she ran one gloved hand over as she walked in was proof enough that there was no tight slit, no pretty little pussy, no cunt or womb within this shemale stripper. She smiled at Alice and opened her mouth to-

       	Night Two
       	Alice was certainly feeling odd when she woke up. Flushed and slightly hotter than normal. She’d planned to wait until she got the showers cleaned up enough to use but after that weird dream she couldn’t put it off any longer. So she’d made her way to the truck stop and rented a shower for the morning.
       	And soon found herself knuckle deep in her sex, thrusting up and out as she fucked herself under the water. Cupping her a breast and tugging on it… pulling the small tit up toward her mouth to try and bite, tease, and suckle on her own nipple. And failing again and again.
       	“Ah.. fuck, fuck me. Why am I so goddamn horny all of a sudden,” she moaned out, moving both hands done to her demanding sex finally. One shoving three fingers in her needy cunt while the other massaged her tiny button. Rubbing her clit between two fingers and almost tugging on it. So much harder than she’d ever felt like doing before!
       	Soon enough finding herself teetering on the edge of the release she needed. Almost, just barely over the edge when-
       	Thoe big tanned silicone titties pressed up against her back in the shower. She felt the long fat cock into and under her ass before it popped up between her legs. Like it was her own-
       	“AHHHH OH FUCK YES!”

       	Things had gone back to normal after she settled the heat in her loins. She even felt better than she had in days! Either that little masturbation session had really hit the spot or Jeff’s truck stop flapjacks were more agreeable with her stomach then she would have first assumed. She’d managed to fix up the dressing rooms, though there’d been so many moldy clothes and so much spoiled makeup. It had taken four garbage bags to clean it out. She even broke out a crowbar to open a wooden dresser that had warped shut.
	Revealing another cloud of dust to send her into a coughing fit. And…
	“The hell?” It wasn’t exactly like the outfit from her dream. Paler in color, sort of lighter pink salmon shade instead. But it was more or less the same. The same style, with the gloves, boots, and a thong with an awful lot of give for... 
	Her balls, so big and heavy and warm and…
	Alice shook her head and shivered at the heat rising from her loins. She was getting aroused again just thinking about the big girl cock from her dreams. It had been enclosed in a thong not unlike this…
	“What the…”
	It had no back! Instead two straps went over and around her ass while leaving her anus free to be seen if she turned around and… bent over just a little bit. Such a dirty, slutty, skanky, thing for a dirty shemale stripper like…
	“Ah- what the fuck!”
	*SLAM*
	Alice dropped the thong back in the dresser and kicked the drawer shut. Backing away like it contained a live snake coiled to strike and bite her and inject all its slutty venom straight into her veins.
	She quickly turned and left the now cleaner dressing area. She still had to scrub the showers down… or at least get started on that. So much mildew to clean. It was definitely more than a one day job to finish that part of the cleaning.

	Alice was exhausted. She’d been scrubbing the color tiled floors for hours. She stank of  cleaning detergent when she’d finished and had taken another shower at the truck stop. Not considering the current bathroom clean enough at Sally’s. And despite her still present arousal from the earlier experience with the thong, she’d been too tired to even masturbate this time. Instead she’d just washed off and made her way back to the office, feeling like one of the living dead.
	Collapsing into her sleeping bag and soon she was-
	Walking down the hall towards the dressing room. Alice could hear the crowds coming in for the evening show. So many lusty men ready to ogle the girls. Already parting with their money for just the chance to look at the goddesses of carnality that move within these halls.
	Like Alice herself was moving, opening the door marked DANCERS and stepping in. Seeing it as it was supposed to be. Glittery, smelling of both perfume and a musk of sexual desire that seemed impossibly strong. Not just sweat and sex… no something else! Something unnatural that had her knees shaking the instant the door opened. The lights so much brighter as she walked in…
	Unable to see at first as she took her seat that the figure from before was there again. Nude save for her tiny bathrobe. Her huge spherical funbags pushing out so far! The pink cotton so short that Alice was sure she could see that dick swinging down below… or perhaps it was just her imagination.
	Her desire to see that big shemale cock. The bellend dripping pre. Such thick wide cock, so healthy, firm, and large! A better dick than any man had ever grown. But then it wasn’t a man that-
	“Hey there honey,” she said as Alice took a seat in front of the dressing mirror. “I know you’re the boss's niece… so I guess that makes you the new boss what with him-”
	Her words drifted into silence even though her mouth kept moving. Eventually she noticed the confused expression on Alice’s face and gave an apologetic smile. Before reaching down to grab a bottle of shampoo labeled Rosey Rainbows. Pouring the glittering sugary sweet smelling liquid over her hands she began to massage it into Alice’s scalp. Sending a spreading warmed that seemed to sink into her spine and through her back. Relaxing the stress and strain of a day of hard labor all away.
	Better to get a girl ready for the show, so they’d be happy and relaxed when it was their turn to take the stage. Or maybe to just walk amongst the tables, hips swaying and ass jiggling. Pushing their tits into the face of every gentlemen in the club. Letting them see what their hard earned money at bought them a short glance at. And a glance alone! If the dancers wanted to ride someone’s cock…
	Why they all had their own! The old boss had never had a problem with fraternizing amongst the workers… why would the new boss be any different?
	Alice sank back into the chair watching herself be treated to this exquisite experience… her long pink hair threading between the fingers of the smiling shemale shampooing her-
	Wait… pink?
	Wasn’t her hair brown when she-
       	Night Three
	When Alice awoke this morning she knew she was fighting every urge in her body to just fallback and return to a comfortable slumber. But as a glance at her phone had told her she had only a few minutes to get up before the exterminator showed. So she managed to extricate herself from her sleeping bag and make her way to the entrance quick enough. Just in time to let the man from the pest control company in.
	“Hey, is this Alice Hawkins?”
	“Uh, yes. I’m sorry if you were waiting a long time I was real busy yesterday. So do you need any help with…” Alice found herself staring at the broad shouldered man with an intense longing that seemed to be overpowering her. She looked from his cute brown eyes to that jaw… and then down further, pass where his hands were holding an clipboard with something for her to sign. Centering her world on his crotch. On that big thick dick she could just smell waiting for her to reach down and take it into her-
	“Alice!”
	She blinked and broke her staring contest with the unseen member between his legs. He handed her the clipboard and she quickly signed her name at the bottom. Trying to get back into a more normal conversation… and hoping her earlier lusty hungering look had been missed. “So… do many jobs like this?”
	Trying being the operative term.
	“No mam. This is the first time I’ve done something this large solo. Plus I used to come here back when it was open, so it’s a real delight to get to make the place a little more presentable.”
	Her eyes widened at the admission. “So you saw the dancers? Back when Sally’s was open?”
	“Yep, came here about once a month with some friends… snuck in with a fake id when I was in high school once even. Ol’ Carl gave me a talking, but he didn’t call my parents… and one of the dancers slipped me a picture of herself. Showing all the goods. Kept me happy for quite a while!”
	“But… ah, weren’t the girls here...” Alice had no idea how to even say it. So in the end she went for the bluntest response she could muster. “Didn’t they all have dicks? I mean I was told that they were all but-”
	She stopped talking, surprised by the curious expression on the man’s face. As if he was trying to put together some great mystery that had always eluded him. “Well not all of them… I guess just all the regulars going back to… I dunno. Some point they all switched over. It would have to be at least twenty years ago I figure.”
	“So… you like girls with dicks?”
	He seemed to take umbrage at this for a moment. Sputtering as if insulted before… considering the idea. “No… I’m not gay! It’s just… well there’s something different about the girls that worked at Sally’s. I don’t know how to say it. You had to be there I guess.”
	Alice just nodded her head, thinking about-
	Those soft nimble fingers running through her hair. Massaging her scalp as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. Those plump kissable lips so close she can feel the breath tickling. Will she nibble on my-
	“Alice!” The exterminator waved his hand in front of her zoned out face. Alice backed up and tried to think of an explanation other than her rampant dream visions of a shemale stripper…
	Wait!
	“Was there a stripper here with… long platinum blonde hair. A deep bronze tan… real big implants and,” she swallowed heavily at this. Just thinking of saying it aloud. “A big girl prick?”
	“Not to my recollection no. Though you could always try and track down one of the old dancers… did you happen to find this girls picture? Or perhaps a try out video,” he asked. His lust and desire for any last taste of Sinful Sally’s offerings clear in his voice… and the erection now visible in his pants.
	“No… I just heard about her… ah, let me show you where we found some rat droppings.”
	“We?” he asked as he followed her into a store room.
	“Yeah, me and my boyfriend. He’s with his band playing at a festival for the week. I decided to stay here and get a head start on cleaning this place up enough to make it presentable.”
	He looked around the backstage, seeing where extension cords, power tools, and extra electric lamps had been set up. “So he’s not here right now? Boy, you sure are trying to do a lot by yourself.”
	Alice nodded, still feeling so flushed… and bothered. It was odd. Big gruff men had never been her type… Kevin wasn’t exactly feminine or anything but he clearly had the lanky build one expected from the guitarist of a garage alternative rock band trying to get big. Or as big as one could reasonable expect to get selling cds at art festivals and being published by a independent music service online. Still they’d picked up some good jobs lately and with the money from this sale she’d open a coffee house and-
	She could get this man. She knew she could! It would be so easy to seduce a big working guy like this and really have him lay into her. Alice would be between his legs in minutes, wrapping her lips around a thick sweaty cock. Cleaning it off with her tongue, cradling the balls as she worked the shaft and felt the pre leaking cockhead pass down the back of her throat. Hopefully he was as big as her day dreams thought! Eight-NO! NINE INCHES! That would be enough cock to for her, enough long thick man meat to take into her mouth and suck, SUCK, SUCK TILL ALL HIS FUCKING CUM WAS OUT OF HIS-
	Alice blinked against the light being shined in her eyes. “Mam are you okay? You looked like you were about to faint there,” he asked as he reached out his hand to grab her shoulder and-
	She turned into the hand. Letting it rub against the side of her face, before sticking her tongue out so very far and licking his wrist. Tasting the salty flavor of man who works for a living that-
	She just nodded. “I-I need to leave… I think I’ve been in here too long and might have breathed in some… dust or something. Ah, you know what to do right?”
	“Of course I do. You just worry about taking care of yourself, okay.”

	The warm water ran over her body as she sat on the plastic bench in the truck stop shower. Legs spread wide as she fingered her sex. Thrusting more and more of her digits into her quivering needy folds with every motion. Her other hand groping, squeezing, pulling on her breasts like it was possessed. Like-
	She was behind Alice in the shower again. Her oversized enhancements pressing into her back while below her erect cock poked above her ass. One hand gripping her tits so hard! Squeezing her cute little all naturals, while she felt those vulgar slutty silicone funbags massaging her back. She was starting to envy this womanly not-woman. She had such huge wonderful, heavy breasts. So… so much bigger than her own unslutty titties. How would she ever make any money on the stage with-
	“Nnnnh… ah, oh wh~”
	Alice looked down, surprised at how full she felt. Only to stare in shock at how her hand was now buried in her cunt up to her wrist. She flexed her fingers on her right hand and felt her whole body twitch as her cunt clenched against the oversized invader. She rocked back and almost hit her head on the walls of the shower. Her entire body had quaked during that orgasm, leaving her breathless and shaking as she worked her hand out of her own sex… till at last it popped out. Her cunt lips still obscenely spread from her self fucking, from fisting herself like a horny slut in heat while-
	*BEEP*
	The water shut off as her thirty minutes expired. Grimacing she reached into her shower bad and pulled out her purse and wallet. Another ten dollars ten dollars put in the bill reader and in a flash the water returned. She still needed to clean herself off, shampoo her hair and wash out any dirt and grime that had gotten into it cleaning up Sally’s all of yesterday. Squirting a fair amount of the cherry scented goop into her hand she began to massage it into her hair. Feeling the sudds start to rise as her fingers went over her scalp-
	While another set joined them, dragging together through her hair. Soon reaching down to cup her cheeks and pull her lips into a long languishing kiss. She’d open her eyes to look at who she was making out with, but the shampoo would get into them… besides, she already knew. It was her! That big fake titted shemale, her full lips against Alice’s own as she-
	Alice blinked and looked around rinsing water through her eyes to rid them of the irritation that had arisen from the soapy water running down her face. Finding nothing and noone else in the shower to be the source of those other hands that had held her mere moments before…
	She felt like she was going crazy. Or maybe… Sinful Sally’s really was haunted!
	“Ugh, just what I need. Ghosts driving down the property values. I want to be able to sell this place without having to call the Ghostbusters.”
	Alice continued to mutter to herself as she toweled off. “Or an exorcist… would ghost strippers be a catholic or protestant problem? Or would that be a matter of-”
	She stared at her own reflection in utter shock. There was… her face. Her forest green eyes, her light complexion. Everything as she had been the day before and every day that had preceded it. But her hair…
	It was pink! A light rosy color, almost but not quite reddish in hue. Perhaps a slight reminder of the brunette locks that it had been before. But not anymore. It was most certainly an unnatural color and… has she approached the mirror and pulled her hair up to look at her scalp. Finally yanking one out painfully to look at it under the light.
	There was no mistaking it.
	She was now naturally pink haired!

	Her… panic had been rather pronounced after that. She’d eaten a quick dinner, glad that Kelly was apparently off for the night so no one was around to comment on her sudden coloration change. A quick burger and a pop and she was back across the road, quarantined inside the office with only her phone and a new bill from the exterminator for company. He claimed he’d finished off the rat nests. Good to know…
	What Alice wanted was to talk to Kevin… but just like before her calls didn’t go through. She wasn’t surprised of course… he was off at some fairgrounds with poor reception even if he wasn’t in a metal roofed building playing at the moment. She’d known their schedules wouldn’t coincide for this week…
	But she really needed to talk to him and…
	“Say what?! Oh hi Kevin, guess what happened to me today! I almost blew the pest control guy and my hair turned pink. Apparently the strip club is haunted too and it’s,” Alice stopped talking. A sudden terrifying and impossible thought occurring to her. Pink hair… out of control libido… what if it was…
	“It’s turning me into a bimbo…”
	She shook her head. That was not, could not, would not be! She had to have… imagined this. Some how. Most likely… there was something in the water. Some weird combination of rusted pipes, her cheap conditioner, and maybe something in the dust in this building that made her hair turn pink. And the other stuff…
	“I’m just stressed out. This place is creepy all by yourself. And listening to these small town yokels talk about ghosts isn’t helping. I need to just put it out of my mind. Concentrate on finishing the repairs on this dump. So I can put it on the market, get a little money out of it…
	“And never see it again!”

	She was back in the dressing room, sitting in the same chair as before. Looking into the mirror at her reflection and seeing her new hair. She… she’d started in her this time! Last night she’d been walking down the hall to the dressing room, but tonight she was already here. But where was…
	There she was! Coming up behind her, naked hugely enhanced hooters shaking with every hip swaying step she took. Her tight bulging thong still in place on her bottom. A confident and oh so very sexy smirk on her lips as she bent over behind Alice and whispered into her ear.
	Absolutely nothing…
	She frowned, dissatisfied at her failure to communicate. Before shrugging her shoulders and running her hands over the front og Alice’s shirt, undoing button after button in a need order from top to bottom. Pulling it open and revealing her simple grey bra. She shook her head and gave Alive a reproachful look. Obviously critical about either the size of her assets or how she choose to garb them… or perhaps both. Running her nimble, and she now noticed pink painted nails under her arms and finding the clasp for her bra. Undoing it with a quick snap and pulling it off. Freeing her modest endowments, the so small in comparison all natural bosoms of an all natural woman. While tossing the B-cups over her head, plunking into a garbage can.
	Those would certainly now longer be needed.
	Reaching down she cupped Alice’s tits in her hands, running her fingers over and under the surface of each one. Lifting them up and giving them a nice squeeze, like she was judging the ripeness of a fruit. And obviously being disappointed with the qualities she found. Grasping her nipples in a firm, yet gentle hold, and tweaking them. One way and the other, sort of like she was tuning an old radio.
	While her voice started to get louder…
	“Hey… can you hear me now?”
	Alice looked up at the platinum haired shemale spectre pleasuring her breasts. Was the dream talking to her? “Yes… I can hear you. What’s going-ah OH…”
	“Sorry, I can’t seem to talk to you unless we’re connected some way, and I’ve only got one way to connect,” she said as she continued to spread a sinfully delightful heat through Alice’s chest. “Also, I’m really sorry about making you ogle that guy so much. I saw your cute boy friend and don’t want you to screw that up. I’m not supposed to do that sort of thing anyway!”
	“What! That was you?!”
	“Yeah… ah, oops? I was just trying to talk so I figured just doing your hair would work but before I knew it you woke up. I should probably hurry then…”
	“Let me go! I don’t-”
	Alice was cut off as arms wrapped around her in a hug and those huge silicone knockers wedged around her head. Forcing her to look straight at herself. Watching her chest rise and fall, and her tiny teardrop breasts push up a little more each time she inhaled. Her nipples pointing more clearly horizontal on a more sturdy base. She could feel fat becoming something insensate within her tits and then swelling out in all directions. Adding firmer weight to each breast. Growing them larger. Growing them heavier.
	Growing them faker!
	“What are you doing to me?! I don’t want to-”
	A finger pushed her lips closed. And she rocked her hips back and forth while the continued artificial fakery grew into Alice. Giving her a little wink before she started to talk.
	“Look at yourself… you’re a sexy woman. You know you’re sexy too. But sexy doesn’t mean slutty, unless you want it to! You’re in control. You decide who you fuck, how you fuck them… and how fucking hard you fuck them!”
	“Why are you tal-”
	“I’m helping. You’re not supposed to be some stupid slut fucking the first cock she smells. I’m making sure you know that to! Besides,” she continued strengthening the hug and staring back at Alice with her golden eyes, “you’re the boss's niece! So that makes you the new boss.”
	“Got it, boss?”

       	Night Four
	She awoke earlier today, but still later than she would have liked. Rolling over in her sleeping bag… only to find herself with the oddest sensation on her chest. Her eyes widening at the surprising discovery, Alice cautiously brought her hands up over her uncovered chest. Only to palm two breasts that were nearly double the size of the day before. And possessing a firmness, a rigidity that mere muscles and fat, that her own flesh and blood could never have provided. She’d grown a pair of silicone titties while she slept! She pulled up the fabric and stared at her chest. There was no denying the pointed peaks poking into her night shirt were larger and more spherical than they had been mere hours ago. She looked like-
	“No just cause you’ve got these doesn’t make you some plastic whore… we’re all women even if we’re not all women, if you get my drift,” the voice whispered into her ear as another session of slow fondling commenced. Groping her sluttified titties as the finally had some reasonable heft to them. While Alice just wanted her to take that thick girl cock she knew was behind her and shove it in between them like-
“UGH! What the hell is going on here?! People don’t just… grow tits! I mean they do but not silicone.”
But there they were. Undeniable proof of her bodies alterations had gone through changes that no natural explanation could provide. The hair could have been caused by some chemical or another… but you didn’t just grow implants! And even presuming some ridiculous explanation…
	“No… no one somehow put these in me while I slept, then wrapped me back in my sleeping bag. I… something weird is going on here. I… I need to find that ex-stripper Kelly mentioned. Maybe she can tell me what the hell is going on her.”
Alice got up and promptly discovered another problem. Her new tits were firm, larger, and stood out slightly in a way that all fat bosoms didn’t. That was annoying enough. The bigger issue… even bigger than her new chest, was that none of her bras would fit! Luckily she had roomy sweater and that with her slightly tighter t-shirts would just have to. With that and her short jeans she quickly ran out the door and made her way across the road. Quickly entering the diner, and taking a seat with the menu in front of her like a another barricade from her silicone tits and the world at large. Looking over the edge spying carefully for any sign of the waitress she wanted to speak with.
Only for her to walk up from the other direction.
“Hey there… Alice Hawkins! Why, whatever did you do to your hair?”
“Uh-ah… I dye… I decided to dye it! Yep, always wanted to try out something flashy and different you know? Anyway… I was looking through my Uncle’s old records and I was wondering if you could give me the name and address for that girl that’s still nearby.”
“Oh, right! Marge’s sister, Lisa Franklin. She lives in the trailer park down the road a quarter mile. Can’t miss it,” Kelly helpfully supplied. Then looking over the odd choice of clothing Alice was wearing, “You cold or something?”
“Ah… yeah! It gets a little chilly over their. Bet the heats on the fritz or something,” Alice awkwardly replied. “So I’ll have another one of those pancakes… and could you give me the address exactly?”
“Oh you really can’t miss it, she owns the whole place!”

	The weather had been agreeable enough for Alice as she trudged down the road, soon seeing the large sign for the entrance. “Franklin Frontiers… this is the place. She goes from a stripper to owner of her large property… how’d that happen?”
	The owners house wasn't hard to find, a modest two story affair with a painted blue siding and a swinging bench on the porch. Alice quickly made her way up the porch and knocked. Soon enough the door was answered by pretty, though certainly normal looking woman. No sign of silicone enhancement and her pants hadn’t the give to hide a cock. “Yes, may I help you?”
	“Maybe… I’m looking for Lisa Franklin. I’m Carl’s niece. I heard she used to work for him.” Alice wasn’t expecting the… complicated expression that went across the woman’s face. Surprise, shock… and finally a sort of tired acceptance. Before smiling she opened the door.
	“Come in… Carl was like family to the girls that worked there,” she assured Alice into the house and to a seat at a coffee table. Soon returning with a couple cups of coffee from her kitchen.
	“So your sister used to work at Sally’s?” asked Alice, sipping some coffee in the mobile home near the diner she’d been directed to. Looking around to see a fairly average house. Knick knacks and scenery paintings. Some family picutres in a display case. Including one of Lisa. She must have been the younger sister though… she looked fantastic! A picture of them on some beach, smiling to the camera. Lisa’s large rounded breasts clearly on display. While she had a towel tied around her bathing suit bottom. Most likely to hide her-
	Lisa Franklin was wonderful on the stage shaking her jugs in front of the audience while they hollered for more. More tits! So she pulled off her top, leaving only her swinging tassels over her nipples. Sweeping them up and around in circular motions on her huge fake funbags. She  put her hands above her head and gyrated her hips to the motion of her breasts. Long sinfully silky black hair swaying behind her butt. 
More ass! So she reached down around her tight red skirt and popped it off as she bent over, letting them all get a good look at how her thong bottom vanished between those perfectly shaped butt cheeks. She smacked each one and spread her knees wider, and wider. Lowering herself to the stage and pressing her breasts into it… letting them get just the slightest glance of her heavy ballsack. Cupped nicely into the thong as she bent over. But they wanted more!
	More cock!
“Alice… are you alright,” Marge was looking at her expectantly. “You zoned out there for a moment.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Alice said, trying to think of a way to change the subject. “So I saw that picture of you and your sister… how much younger than you is she?”
“Lisa? She’s the eldest by ten years.”
“Really… I can see that your family has good genes then…”
She nodded, smiling at the picture that Alice had seen. “Pity my sister isn’t here right now, she’s off with some friends for a retreat. Some of the girls are taking Carl being gone harder than the rest. Their up at a cabin for a couple weeks,” reaching over she pulled out a photo album. “But I can try and help how I can. I suppose you wanted to know more about your uncle’s club. I never worked there myself and only came back to town after my divorce, but I can try and do the best I can.”
And out came so many pictures. More and more of Lisa… and others to! A short black bob cut on Cammy, whose pale bosom was just as spherical as Lisa’s. Jasmine was looked to be hispanic, and her curly dark locks accented a face with thicker, and fatter lips then the rest. Barbara had long blonde hair cascading past her ass, and… so many names! But among them all, nowhere did Alice see the face of her bizarre dreamland visitor. And she certainly looked hard enough… she found herself seemingly entranced with each new photo she was shown. 
	Alice found herself sweating more as she stared at those pictures. So much creamy, soft, fuckable feminine flesh. She found herself lusting after it. Desiring it in a way she’d never considered before. To fondle and suckle on the nipples capping each and everyone of those huge fake tits. To run her tongue down their flat stomachs till she reached their big thick-
	An odd picture among the others distracted her sexual fantasy of dickgirl orgies. A… normal looking woman amongst a multitude that were abnormally hot.
	“What’s going on with this picture?” Alice said as she pointed at the image of a woman who looked like Lisa… only tiny titted and older than every other one.
	“Y-you don’t know?”
	Alice shook her head as she looked at the picture. If you looked at it just right… tilted your head a little to the right perhaps. It seemed like it was... 
	“It’s Lisa! But… she so different looking. Was this before she got her boobs done?”
	“Y-yes it was b-back when she was a nor-”
	Marge slammed the album shut. With it firmly grasped in her hands, she looked Alice in the eyes. “I think it’s time you left dear. I’ve a lot of things to do today, and I expect you're still busy dealing with that old strip club.”
	Moments later Alice found herself almost shoved out the door. A hasty good bye, followed by the sound of the locks sliding close. Leaving her to stumble out of the trailer park confused…
	
	She lay awake… minutes after midnight. Contemplating her condition. She wanted- no, needed to know what was going on here. Maybe if she asked… her she’d find out. But each time she’d slept in this place after that first night… something had changed. First her hair changing to this pink shade. Then her breasts swelled with implants that no surgeon had even touched. What would happen tonight?
	And could she risk it to find out what was going on at Sinful Sally’s?
	She was standing in the dressing room again. Naked, save for a towel wrapped around her chest. Alone under the lights, the sounds of the club getting into full swing coming from the main stage. Pounding music and riotous crowds. It was a packed club tonight. A lot of money changing hands for the chance to gaze upon sinful sensious flesh.
	Alice sat down on a bench near the doors to the adjacent showers waiting for the appearance of her nightly visitor.Who soon came strutting in, wearing a too tight miniskirt and top with a complicated series of straps that still seemed pained onto those enormous tits of hers. She gave a happy smile to the other woman when she saw her.
	“Why I’m glad you showed up again! Was actually starting to worry you might leave before I got to say my piece…”
	“Who are you? You’re not one of the dancers… and for that matter what’s the deal with the dancers in the first place?”
	“Well, I might not be a dancer but-”
	Her voice cut off again as her mouth kept moving. Till at last Alice interrupted her silent monologue. She just raised her arms wide and shaking her head slightly, causing that radiant her to arc back and forth across her back. Before sitting down on the bench with Alice, giving her a tight big silicone titties to little silicone titties hug and pushing her down to lay on her stomach. While unwrapping the towel to leave her naked. She soon returned with a bottle of some sort of body oil. And squirted it all over Alice’s back.
	“OH… oh that’s- what are you doing…”
	She soon found the oil being massaged all over her back, slowly and carefully over every curve. Over her shoulders and under her arms. Gripping and pulling on her skin as the lustrous sheen spread over her. Down her back… down further around her ass… into her ass! Teasing the tight sphincter between her butt cheeks as her body was soaked in this glistening liquid. Down her thighs… her calves… finally finishing with a little foot rub…
	And then her voice returned!
	“So I had wanted to get this done tonight, but it looks like we both messed up. You stayed up too late and I might have miscalculated how well I could communicate already.”
	“Bu- what… why do you… oh that;s-”
	“Shhh. Just enjoy tonight. Everything will make sense next time,” she said as she returned to the full body oiling massage. But now Alice’s flesh didn’t just glisten… it grew!
	Her hips spread slightly to give her a more cinched in waist naturally… earning tremors and moans from her as she felt her bones change. Her butt gained and gained… globes of fat as it spread out. Fingers pushing and cupping the rounded rear she was gained. As it jiggled and then firmed… before growing more! A truly enormous slutty behind.
	As her ass was fondled in its growth, it became evident that any hair, any stray follicle that might have marred this perfectly fuckable ass was removed by her transformation. Similarly under her arms… and down her legs. In all cases she was not just gaining fat though, as her curves became more pronounced, more sexualized, more slutty and stripperific.
	She was gaining muscle, and the flexibility to do perfect splits and twirls around the pole. To pirouette like a ballerina, and touch her toes while reaching back to spread her ass. Her thighs were thicker. Her legs… longer! She might even have grown an inch or two when the oily alterations had completed.
	And Alice had never felt better! Her whole body was electrified with lust and power. She wanted to move, sway to the songs, fuck the crowd with nothing but the sight of her needy sex! She could feel their lust for her…
	And it made her feel alive.
	“There we go… tomorrow I’ll explain everything… but if you want to have a sneak peak… check the secret hiding place behind the filing cabinet. I’m sure it will be… enlightening.”

       	Night Five
	When Alice awoke today she was somewhat sore. As if she had shifted to an uncomfortable position while sleeping, and ended up stuck in it. Or more correctly, her body had grown into an uncomfortable position.
	And it had certainly grown!
	Alice’s new rear was easily half again the old, two large rounded curves. A very large moon behind her when she stood up and examined it. With her expanded hips her walk was almost naturally sexual, and when she put a little work into it… actually going with the sway than against it, it was almost obscenely carnal. An immediate communication of her capacity to fuck long and hard. With her longer legs… more defined and sculpted model physique, she radiated sex. Aggressive fucking… an almost intimidating aura of lust. With her new unnatural hair color… she looked almost like a cartoon sex caricature come to life and made into a real woman!
	Hell she could probably fit in that thon now...
	She was back in the dressing room. The room from her dreams where every alteration took shape. And later took its place on her own changing flesh. What was she looking for here?
	The thing in the dresser she’d left behind before. That light pink stripper outfit. It was still there, where she’d tossed it in her panic. Pulling open the drawer again with a minor struggle she pulled it out. Held it in front of her. The top was still to small… but the thong and boots. They’d fit her now. She’d be able to wear this when she climbed onto the stage and shook her new ass for the crowd. Then after the show whatever was left would be peeled off by Kevin and he’d-
	She closed the dresser again… but took the outfit with her this time.

Alice had worn a jacket over her far too tight clothes, a final attempt to hide her enhanced figure. It worked more or less, at least when she sat in her booth. She was hardly paying attention to the warm greeting she received. Instead she found herself staring at the other woman’s breasts… wishing that she’d show a little more skin. Just a bit more bosomly delicious cleavage for her to-	
	When Kelly walked away, Alice found herself staring at her retreating ass, fantasizing about both the firm butt cheeks in those tight jeans. And about how she had a disappointing cunt between her legs. She’d been worrying over nothing, her sexuality hadn’t changed. She still wanted to fuck, suck, and grope cocks. She just didn’t particularly care if they grew on men or women.
	As silly as it sounded to her to think that a women could grow a dick! Oh that would be wonderful. Such a strong turgid member sprouting between otherwise supple feminine thighs. The winking bellend dribbling pre as she gazed down on it. She’d suck a midwest waitress like this off so hard she’d wake her neighbors in the next county! And then Alice would take her own-
	She stopped the thoughts of carnal shemale sex with a sip of orange juice and went back to her pancakes. She needed to focus here. Besides… she had a nice boyfriend with a nice dick.
	And he’d be back in two days anyway.

	The filing cabinet sat almost completely emptied. Piles of old papers sitting around her.  Years of tax forms, savings accounts now emptied, and records regarding every part of running a strip club. From the schedules for when they got new liqour delivered to a mutiple fliers for sexy and erotic magicians that Carl had tried to and may have succeeded in hiring for an act. And now emptied of years of paperwork, it was easily slid to the side…
	Revealing a little hidey-hole. Just like the dream had said. Containing a scrapbook, filled with old articles and pictures of the business as it was founded. His first set of dancers. His attempt at a microbrew. A small time band that later had a brief taste of fame that had played here when they were nobodies.
	The years flew by in photographic recollections, a decade and more of memories catalogued within. Alice had started flipping idly through the pages when suddenly its contents shifted. Where naturally talented local girls had stood moments before showing off their natural talents now were a company of silicone slutted up shemale strippers. Every one clearly endowed with more rounded breasts and a big bulging girl cock in any picture where their underwear was seen.
	Which being the photo album for a strip club was quite a few!
	Turning back to find the switchover… Alice found the most bizarre page of all. Twenty photos… marked before and after of smiling women in their stage outfits or dressed for tending tables. And next to each one the same person… only changed. Slutted and most especially shemaled up. Bigger faker tits. Fuller poutier lips. Fatter plumper butts! Even taller in some cases, while everyone was so much more… polished. Blemish free and looking ten years younger. Like everyone had had their ages set to twenty-two. And their cunts just washed away to make room for their big shemale cocks!
	“What… happened here?”
	No one answered, leaving her alone in the silent dark office. Only the light from her phone telling her it was almost nine. She wouldn’t find any answers in the waking world. Her one recourse to discover the truth was to sleep. And accept what changes might come...
	Again her dreams took her back to this room. And this time her guide was waiting for her, holding the vinyl stripper outfit in her hands. Motioning for Alice to put it on, to get dressed for the club. To look like, to be a proper stripper slut. She pulled the rosey gloves on first. Then the boots, easily fitting her longer legs now, still shiny from the oil. Then the thong… or she tried to, before she offered her another one that was a little more modest, for what that mattered, and fitted for a woman still possessing her womanly folds and not a so unnatural female cock!
	Next and last came the top… but it was still too small! So she came up behind Alice, running her fingers around her areolas, over her silicone pushed out fat. Tweaking one nipple in each hand at once… and pinching down!
	“Ugh...OH”
	And filling her out! Her breasts just firmed, filling with not fat as they expanded and expanded. Growing into her top, into her stripper suit, into her slutty souls best expression of sex. Her nipples seemed to fatten and thicken, as some minor protest of so much of her not being born of her own blood. As the rounded spherical mounds on which the capped finally, thankfully finished satisfying her top. Triple Ds… created from paltry B-cup titties… almost all the additional mass artificial. Without a single scar or incision… created by lusty sinful magic perverting her flesh into a plastic perfection of fucking.
	They tingled and seemed to almost vibrate and grow a little more as those devilishly delightful fingers pulled away and the top snapped down. Her nipples fiercely showing through the material. Her whole body flushed and glowing with arousal, her moisture mixing with the oil on her legs.
	“There, I think you’re good enough to see what I have to show you…”
	Alice turned and looked at the now only slightly taller spectre of sex that had been visiting her dreams all week. Invading them, and her flesh. And changing the later a little more each night. “What are you?”
	“I’ll tell you in a moment, but first I need you to see how things started… come on into the club. Don’t worry, it was closing time when it happened. Only the dancers and waitresses were around.”
	She followed her platinum haired guide down the hall… past Carl’s office, sadly noting that the lights were all out. Through the door into the club…
	And it was indeed late! Only a few girls were still on stage… just sitting or standing by their poles. No customers remained inside. Just waiting out the last few minutes before they left to get some well earned sleep.
	Only for Lisa to come dragging a frizzy haired woman from the restrooms. “Hey, look who I found hiding on a toilet!”
	Cammy looked over from her place on the edge, legs swinging below her in boredom, only to raise an eyebrow at the newest visitor. “Aren’t you that crazy bitch that threw that weird smelling water at me a week ago! Listen, bitch-tits and listen carefully. I’m not fucking your husband!”
	Pulling her arms free of Lisa’s grasp, she pointed at Cammy with a hideous expression on her face. “I don’t care if he never shared your bed you trumped up harlot! He was fucking you with his eyes. All these men do… worthless dogs can’t find a real woman so they satisfy themselves lusting after you fakes!”
	Barbara leaned against her pole and pushed her tits around it, managing to almost enclose it even in her top. “Really? I feel pretty real… and I give the guys a good show. Not my fault that you’re trying to compete with us. Seriously, some counseling… or hell, just talk to your damned husband if it bothers you so much!”
	The other girls in the room began to take interest in the buidling argument, and Alice found herself paying rapt attention. Looking at all the obviously female strippers around her.
	“I don’t need to talk to Louis! I need to get rid of you bitches,” she pulled out a small glass vial from her dress. Holding it aloft and giving them all a wicked smile. “I tried to turn that little slut into a bitch in heat, but seems like turning you into animals is beyond me… but I’ve figured out another way to make sure no more men lust after you! You’ll never tempt another husband again!”
	Finishing her proclamation, she through the vial onto the ground, where it shattered and inky green smoke arose from the bubbling liquid as it evaporated. “The hell! Are you gassing us? You stupid bitch! You’ll only hurt yourself too,” Jasmine cried out as she jumped off the stage and hid behind a chair.
	“Hardly… this curse will only claim those whores that work here! All of you will become the false icons you have chosen to be!”
Lisa made to grab the witch again, only for her motion to carry her to the ground where she gripped her stomach and moaned. Her insides twisting around some invisible growing pressure. A swelling unnatural bump that announced no new birth…
“What the fuck did you do?!”
“I’m making sure you won’t attract anymore wandering eyes... your curves,” she leaned down and looked Lisa in the eyes as she shuddered again. Her pert bosom becoming unnaturally perky as her breasts bellowed out with artificial firmness. Doubling in size and snapping her bra apart. Her top starting to tear as the simply grew and grew.
“Oh god! My tits! My tits are- you made my titties fake!”
“Yes… all of you will have such blighted fakery in place of your natural appearance. All the rest of you becoming the sexual whorish forms you sought after!” Lisa spasmed as her butt ballooned outward. Her tight skirt tearing apart, and her panties riding up into a thong as she quivered in the grasp of her own warping flesh. She felt moles and birthmarks fading, her skin fixing itself as her every portion became more perfectly perverted. Even her nails lengthened and painted themselves a dark burgundy color!
While the bloating sensation grew only stronger! Her insides felt ripe to burst… or to push out some new weight. Her clit was throbbing against her damp panties. Pointed up and out and swelling with eager anticipation of what was to cum so very, very soon. To gravid pulsing orbs plumped up and filled within her as…
“Oh fuck! Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CUNT?!”
The maniacal woman laughed as she sat back in a chair to watch the unfolding events… and the unfolding of Lisa’s womb into a heavy ballsack. “I’m getting rid of it… and that’s not all either… just wait until you squirt out all those children you won’t have! Women like you shouldn’t be mothers!”
And she very soon wouldn’t be. Her descending testes pushed against the gasping lips of her cunt. A dying breed within these walls as only one of a almost a dozen of its sisters wasn’t facing a similar end. Barbara pushed her newly obscene fake stripper tits around the pole while grinding her swollen cunt lips below it. Leaving a trail of her last gushes of pussy juice up and down the metal as her four inch clit dragged along. Jasmine was trying to hold her new gonads inside, gripping her distended labia together and screeching out high pitched squeaks every time a particularly strong orgasm forced its way through her transforming loins. Squirting a long stream of clear ejaculate from her now unmistakable six inch dick. Cammy had her legs splayed wide as she tried to hurry up the only birth she’d ever know, kneading her overflowing fake fuckbags while her new meatstick flopped about and began to firm and grow rigid in preparation for the coming tide.
All of them soon to be squirting, and SQUIRTING, AND SQUIRTING!!!
Lisa… popped first. Her heavy balls coming out with an audible wet sound that echoed in the bar. Causing the others to moan even louder. Her balls clenched up and her cock jerked as the bellend trickled more pre and thickening white release of hot white dickgirl cum. Lisa felt her eyes twitch as she tried to force new grown muscles against their natural inclinations… and failed. “AHHH-OH THE FU-”
She bit down, almost catching her tongue as jets of spunk surged forth from her shaft. Swelling it longer, larger, and so much harder with each stream. When her happy spent cock gurgled its last load of destroyed womanhood turned spooge onto the floor, leaving the weak kneed Lisa to collapse in the cooling pool of spent cum, it had grown from seven to ten inches.
Jasmine’s was obscured behind the chair, but her load of white shemale goo was spread out in front of her while she humped the chair. An expression of vacant pleasure covering her face. She must have abandoned her struggles to save her womb and gender, as she seemed too busy exalting in the pleasures of her cock and balls to worry about what had just spurted out from the tip of her cock.
On the pole, Barbara worked another one between her hands. Her inflated fattened  ass gripping the metal and sending shivers up her spine as she worked her cunts lubrication into her ass. Telling her new cunt what it had to compete with now that her old one was closing up shop. Her balls, twin testes sloshing with cum pushed out and welded her passage shut. She cooed out a melodious song of lust and obliterated wombs as she continued to work her dick. Eyes closed but visualizing each happy spurt of cum that pumped up the shaft as she worked towards her first glorious full on shemale orgasm. And sprayed semen from one stage to another! Painting the floor with spunk.
While the bob cut beaty finally birth her ovums turned sperm, her gravid pulsing new organs and looked on in sluttifying carnal joy and slowly dwindling horror as her clit expanded again and a slit separated her new glans before a tide of white spunk began to dribble out of her great big wonderful shemale dick. Coating her cock and balls in her own cum before spraying it up over her chest and into her open mouth. Letting her taste her wonderful semen and the sacrificed fertility of her womb.
An obscene and vulgar mixture of her shemale afterbirth. The climax of her new gender!
While all of them started moaning and jacking off their flaccid dicks, seemingly not yet understanding the need for a little rest between mind shattering orgasms. While Lisa looked up at the woman that had cursed them and tried to…
Yell, strike her, hit her… do something to her! But a warm happy feeling from her new cock bloated out her anger and left her shivering in pleasure. “Wh-why can’t I-”
“Why can’t you hurt me? Well I added a little extra to this mixture… to overcharge your lusts so much that all of you turn into a bunch of raunchy whores. Utterly unable to follow a plan that doesn’t involve sex… have a good life you shemale sluts!”
And she turned to leave, walking past where Alice and the other woman stood and leaving the moaning girls trapped in their bimbofied shemale bodies, while orgasmic cries came from the dressing room. Announcing that it hadn’t just been the ones on the stage affect.
Alice stared in aghast shock at the unmaking of so many women into slutty shemale strippers. And… how could this be?! She’d met some of these ladies at Carl’s funereal. They’d been completely normal in behavior…
Helpfully, her guide answered. “You’re probably wondering how they stopped being so obsessed with their cocks that they couldn’t do anything else? Carls to thank for that. He learned a some old school magic from a couple mystics in a Dead heads tour. He broke the curse… or at least the mental part of it. But being so… enhanced their libidos caused them to have more sex anyway.”
“But what about her…”
“That witch-bitch? Well there’s a reason no one curses people much anymore. Reflecting a curse back on the caster is real easy. Really easy. And when that happens it always triples in strength. I never actually found out what happened to mom… but I don’t think I care to.”
Alice blinked and looked at the shemale stripper spirit next to her. “Wait… mom?”
“Yep… names Sinful Sally! After Carl broke the magic… well it had to go somewhere. At first he tried to exorcise me, but we came to an agreement. I helped out the club, just making people happy about what was going on on stage and in turn he didn’t bottle me up in lamp or mason jar. I sort of… got attached to the girls here. Carl did too, it’s why he paid them all so much. Figured he owed them something as business picked up so much cause of all this trouble.”
“So… the reason Uncle Carl never had any money was because he was overpaying his strippers?”
“Well I wouldn’t call it overpaying. They really gave up a lot here. Not on purpose, but look at all that spunk that was their wombs and eggs and… well being women. Plus Carl got into politics, tried to help out gay groups and stuff. Figured it would make things easier on his dick equipped dancers when they left.”
Alice looked around the altered women turned shemales. She felt herself so aroused by the sight. Their unfolded wombs turned ballsacks, tiny ovaries into gravid testes, weak little clitties into big thick cocks. And all that smelly, yummy shemale spunk that had been… would have been their potential as mothers.
Now pools of cooling sperm on the floor.
	
       	Night Six
	She woke up early, but didn’t rise. She simply stayed in her sleeping bag. Staring at the ceiling. Giving her body a once over to grope each enhanced part. Her inflated fake breasts, much too large for any bra or top she owned. They’d fill out her t-shirt obscenely and leave her nipples poking through. Her sweater wouldn’t hide her new bust now. Her fat plump posterior… she’d just manage to get her panties over it… but her pants were done for. Even her dresses would be a tight fit with those thicker childbearing hips she’d grown. Hell, she was taller now!
	She could fit in that stripper suit, the one sitting on the desk… she-
	She put it on. Platform boots, long sensual gloves and tight tit hugging top. But this thong wasn’t modest! It showed her asshole when she bent over and had more give in the front to catch and cradle non-existent balls. It was the uniform of a proper shemale stripper. Which she still wasn’t quite… complete for yet.
	She lacked the proper package afterall!
	Alice made her way down the hall, into the main bar. Pulling herself onto the stage and wrapping her arms around the pole. Feeling its comfortable cool length. Happy that the stench of shemale seed was in the past… but partially wishing it would return. She… sort of wanted to be like those other girls. Not the slutty if only for a short time bimbofied minds. But that… release they’d all experienced. Cumming and cummming again from a man’s cock attached to her otherwise woman’s body. She felt jealous of the ex-strippers from Sinful Sally’s. They had gotten to experience the full deal. The whole big throbbing cock equipped spunk squirting makeover while she was only...
	“Sally… if you can hear me… what happens now?”
       	“You can change back if you want… it’s still not too late. Just get off the stage, walk out those doors and all my help will wash off you like sweet summer’s dream.”
       	Alice had already thought about this and made her decision. She wanted this! This pleasure, this slutty body, the money she now knew she could get. Unlike her uncle she wasn’t indebted to the girls cursed into shemales… she had no need to pay them huge salaries… not when she was one of them…
       	But could this work if she was the only one? She felt Sally whisper in her ear at the thought.
       	“No… no you wouldn’t be alone. Once the magic is anchored in you we… you will be able to control it. To guide it to girls when they take the stage. To really make them pop! But…”
       	“What… what’s the problem?”
       	“They won’t have to stay this way. Cuntless and magnificent. We can change them back… but you’ll have to sacrifice your femininity to keep the magic here. I can’t demand you give something like that just to keep a slutty magic spirit like me alive. I… I should have left you alone…”
	“Do it… cock this cunt up. Pop my pussy Sally. I want to know what it’s like to have a big boy prick down there instead of my little slit.”
	Alice leaned back as she felt invisible fingers sink into her flesh, through her skin and wrap around her ovaries. She’d never really felt them before, another lucky thing guys got was to hold their virility in the palm of their hands. But now as they were urged to ripen and bloat with cum it was impossible not to note their existence inside her. Even as they tethered to her fallopian tubes and were pulled into her womb. Growing more and more with each passing moment. As her tiny red clit sprouted up and began to grow vertically. Straight and proud, and already passing three inches without falling back down as a flaccid thing. She was growing a good strong dick.
	And some big cum filled balls! They were ripe and ready to drop, her birthing nutsack collapsing past her cervix and into the tight gasping tunnel of her sex. She felt her cunt’s muscles push against the invading falling mass, helping it out even as they in turn were unmade into the new organs that she needed. Her rerouted urethra pushing up through her split glands as her bellend formed. “Why hello there little guy. Aren’t you happy to see me?” He cock bounced and grew, piss slit dribbling pre. Her balls pushed against her cunt lips, bulging out her mons for one last moment before it was undone. And then…
*POP*
Her balls pushed out into her pouched thong, pulling it tighter around her ass as the overinflated testes sat. Stewing in her seed and the nectar of her ruined womb. A bubbling mixture of slutty shemale cum ready to squirt out of her shaft and all over he stage. In just a few moments it would complete…
“I-I can’t make you do this Alice! Please, reconsider… what will your boyfriend think!”
“He’s bi and besides… guitarists are always into some freaky shit… come on let me cum! I want to spew out all those eggs turned spunk onto the stage!”
“But… I won’t be able to fix you later! Those eggs will be gone! Other girls we can turn back, but you won’t have that option… don’t you want to be a mother some day?”
Alice reached down and started to jack off her cock. Finger sliding over and teasing her slit as her big thick happy cock gurgled up a drop of white spunk to sit on the tip of her glans. “And why can’t we adopt? Besides, I was thinking of getting my tubes tied anyway. This way those tubes just get a little more complicated… and filled with sperm!”
She kept kneading her thick prick, enjoying every inch of the almost foot long schlong. So thick and massive. The biggest dick by far that had ever graced the stage. Her balls humming a song of soon to be gone female identity in just a few more long slow tugs. Alice savoring every moment before her load squirted out onto the stage. She wished she had a camera to record this… to memorize every detail of her transformation. She’d have to consider that for future girls that applied.
“Alice I-I can’t hold it in any longer!”
“THEN DON’T! RUIN MY CUNT. LET ME SQUIRT IT OUT!! ALL OF IT AS-AHH FUCK YEAH!!!”
Her dick trumpeted out a stream of cum, thick long jets onto the stage. Over and over again as her balls shrank down to a more suitable size, though still quite obscenely large. But then her dick was enormous. The frothy white mixture pumped up and out until every last drop was gone. Her balls completely run dry and her wombs sacrifice finished. She could tell immediately that Sally was better, livelier afterwards.
She couldn’t wait until her boyfriend got back tonight!