Leonard was starting to worry if he might stop at all when his body lurched, turned left and entered a sleazy strip club called The Titty Pit. The bouncer on the door didn't even move to stop him.
Well things are finally looking up, Leonard thought. Amazingly there were customers in a strip club at seven in the morning, though by the empty catwalk Leonard guessed the acts were evidently over for now. Leonard felt briefly disappointed he missed out on some prime breast meat.
Then his feet took him through the lounge to the backstage area. A pair of strippers were there, but the corridors were so thin Leonard had to barge awkwardly through them as he kept on walking. He had expected the pair to complain - especially that one with the huge boobs he managed to squash right into his face as he sidled between the girls - but they didn't even look at him as he invaded their space.
As Leonard headed towards the dressing room against his will, he overheard their conversation.
"What's it like out there Fiona?"
"Dead as usual. You're lucky you miss the night shift Candy, it's wall-to-wall then and every last punter brings two greasy, grabby hands in with them."
"Believe me I'm not," Candy replied. "You do the day shift, and you're free at night for Dennis' idea of a 'side business'. I had to do three Johns last night before he finally let me go home and sleep!"
"Our Dennis is a mean boss. You deserve much better than this dump Candy, especially with your looks. That face and those tits, who knows where they could get you?"
"Anywhere with a dick in my face, of course," Candy laughed. "Anyway I need to fix my hair, see you Fiona."
"Byee!"
Leonard savoured his collision with the bustier one whom he now knew as Candy. Her tits were at least the size of her head and so close to his face he'd smelled the perfume on them - they smelled like banana. She had big lips too, dressed in shiny pink lip gloss. Leonard loved to see women with thick, soft lips - perfect for sucking cock (or so he'd heard).
Candy entered the dressing room to find a fat, naked guy going through her make-up bag. She'd left it out on the counter after fixing her usual Toxic Pink blush and bubblegum gloss, but no one ever got back here so it was normally safe. Was this guy a customer? How'd he get back here? Why was he naked?? He's got one of my costumes! What's he doing with my-
Suddenly, Candy decided to stop worrying about it and headed out the back door into the parking lot. She walked down the road in her stripper outfit and high heels, her breasts bouncing excitedly in her skimpy top, as she searched for another identity...
Leonard applied the lurid pink blush to his cheeks automatically. He was surprised how much cleaner and smoother the make-up made his skin look - it even disguised the hairs on his neck. Please with the result, but unsure why, he took off his glasses and moved on to the mascara.
Thick black lashes sprung from his eyelids as he expertly applied the make-up. Leonard had never known this girly stuff was so easy, so natural to apply. And it made his eyes look much better. Bigger, even. His eyes looked huge, and his vision was clear even without his glasses. He could've sworn he din't have crystal blue eyes though.
His hand reached automatically for the glossy lipstick. Leonard wasn't keen on applying it but his hand firmly insisted and gave both his upper and lower lips a thick coating.
Looking at his reflection now, Leonard realised with horror what was happening. His neck beard wasn't hidden, it had vanished altogether - and his face had lost several pounds of fat. His cheeks were higher, his eyes were bigger, his lips were the plump, bee-stung, sugar-coated lips he liked to see on a cock-sucking slut... like that big-titted slut outside! His reflection looked a lot like Candy already!
Leonard tried to panic, to flee, but instead he calmly reached for the jeweled tiara and put it on his head. The second it was in place his scalp exploded with dark, full-bodied hair. Hair just like Candy's framed a face just like Candy's and flowed halfway down Leonard's spotty, lumpy back.
Then Leonard's hands found the tassels, attached to a pair of star-shaped nipple patches. He was helpless to watch his traitorous hands glue the first patch in place on his left nipple. His fears were confirmed as he reached for the other tassel, as the flabby man-breast about his left nipple firmed up and expanded outward to become a fantastic feminine tit. He couldn't help but fumble with his enormous new boob as his hands tried to affix the other patch to his right nipple. Alien, pleasurable sensations registered in his male brain.
His right boob abandoned him shortly after, forming a perfect pair with his former left breast. Candy's extraordinary hooters rested on his bloated male belly, jutting straight forward. But his body was not done.
A frilly demi-bra followed next and Leonard's busy hands maneuvered the device under his tits and over his stomach. The ends worked their way around the back where Leonard was sure they wouldn't meet but they did, and he found his shoulders and back had slimmed down to feminine proportions.
Delicate fingerless lace gloves adorned his hands, which shrank down in order to fit inside. As Leonard painted his nails a colour to match his lips he found he had to rest his hands above his bust line in order to be able to see his nails, each of which grew two or more inches as the varnish hit them.
Then a teddy slipped easily over his slimmer arms and covered his diminishing gut. If he could peer beyond his ridiculous breasts, Leonard would have been able to see his own penis for the first time in years. That is, until he slid that g-string up his suddenly-skinny legs and felt something that was definitely not a penis anymore. If he still had control of his body, Leonard would have killed himself.
A micro-skirt was wrapped about his broad hips, not even long enough to cover his flawless, pale bubble butt. Thigh-high lace stockings made his legs shapely and smooth. Finally, four-and-a-half-inch stilettos daintified his feet.
Leonard stared dumbfounded at his reflection as his body checked itself out in the mirror and mussed his hair a little. As if he were in some kind of nightmare, he had transformed into Candy, the super stripper.
"Leonard!" Dennis called as he opened the door. "Finally, you're ready. Come on, don't keep your loyal fans waiting!"
"Be right there Dennis," Leonard replied in the breathy voice he'd heard from Candy earlier. He strode towards his boss as if he'd been wearing heels for years. "How do I look, Dennis?"
"Like a porno's wet dream, princess," Dennis smiled and smacked her bare butt cheek as she passed him.
Leonard giggled and blew his boss a kiss, then climbed the steps to the stage...
