I tried not to whimper. If I made noise, Jasmine might come back in. I was chained to the chair, with a plug in my ass. She told me she would take it out when I was done writing my story down, but if she had to come back in before then she'd swap it out for a bigger plug. I hadn't seen the plug she was putting in me, just felt it stretching out my asshole. All the time it was going in I bit down on my arm to keep from screaming, and kept waiting for that bit of suction that meant the widest part had finally gone inside, but it kept stretching me and stretching me and stretching me, until I thought it would tear me in half.
By the time the widest part slid inside of me and my asshole clamped down around the neck, I was sobbing in pain then gratitude. I knew it would stretch me just as much coming out, but for now there was just the dull ache of being impossibly full and not the firey, searing pain of the giant plug stretching my ass. I can't imagine what an even bigger plug would feel like, so I better get started. The sooner I can get this plug out the better. Say what you will about Jasmine, she knows how to motivate people.
The whole thing started with a stupid lamp. I needed a gift for Mother's Day, and mom liked that kind of old junk. Fine with me, it was cheap enough if you hit the second hand stores instead of the antique places, and I found this old brass lamp, a skateboard with three working wheels, and a pretty sweet shirt with what looked like a rat's anus on it, which I decided would be the name of the next punk band I started because hey, fuck it, already had the shirt. Win.
I took my haul home, and since I had forgotten to get a card decided I'd clean the lamp up a little. I fished a pair of tighty whiteys out of the dirty laundry pile, got them wet, and started rubbing the dust off the lamp. Then there was a lot of smoke, and the smoke alarm was going off like it did when I deep fried nachos that one time. Then this big blue guy appeared, he looked like a smurf, but one that worked out a lot and he was way more tatted up. He took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up, and he started to speak, but I figured out what was going on and shouted, "Holy fuck you're a genie!"
He looked a little disappointed, and tilted his head a little. "Oh, you know this story?"
I felt bad for him, but I couldn't really bullshit. "Hell yah, bro, my mom made me watch that movie like a million times. Even named me Alladin. She loves it, and I think she kind of wanted a girl, but she got stuck with a dude instead. It's cool though, I just tell everyone to call me 'Al,' which is a pretty sweet name, except for when they think they're the only one who's ever heard that Paul Simon song, then it kind of gets old."
The genie narrowed his eyes, but finally shrugged. "All right then, I'll skip the intro. You get three wishes, what's first?"
I had given this considerable thought already, mostly while watching porn, so it wasn't hard. "I want you to make me a hot babe!"
The genie tilted his head the other way, but a lot further. "You want me to make you a hot babe?"
"Yeah!" I gave him a double thumbs up. "With tig ole' bitties, a smoking bod, an insatiable need for getting dicked down hard, oh and liking the ladies too, kinky as fuck, and who just can't say no!"
The genie screwed his face up a little, and motioned me to come closer. I leaned in and he put his head by my ear. "Uhm. Look, you know how this works, right, Al? You make a wish, I twist the wording so it has an ironic effect, big morality play, it's a whole Monkey's Paw thing. You know that right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, like that movie where they had to kill the gorillas with the laser gun!"
"Well, no, see, I try to twist the wording of your wish so it's bad for you, while still technically fulfilling the wish."
"Yeah."
"And you said your wish was for me to make you a hot babe."
"Yeah! With big jugs!"
"You maybe want to think about that? I mean, just, go over the wording one last time?"
I thought about it, then realized what he was getting at. "Oh, oh, yeah, I see!"
The genie smiled and gave me a wink. "So your first wish is?"
I took a deep breath, and spoke really carefully. "What I meant to say was that my wish is for you to make me a hot babe who's a stripper!" I couldn't believe I had almost missed that! Since my new babe was a stripper she could even pay for lunch sometimes! I offered the genie a high five. "Thanks dude, you're all right!"
The genie started to say something like three or four times, and pinched the bridge of his nose for some reason. I don't know why. It must have just been part of making the wish happen though, because finally he just shrugged, slapped my hand, and said, "Fuck it, I'm salaried. Your wish is granted!"
Then there was a lot of light, and smoke, and my stomach felt like it did when the roller coaster got to the top right before it dropped down, and when I could see again I was in some kind of dressing room with half naked chicks and AC/DC playing in the background. And I was naked! And I had tits! So much tits!
I clamped my hand down over my jimmy and hunkered over, looking around frantically. My boobs swayed beneath me, jiggling back and forth hypnotically. I was breathing hard, each massive inhalation somehow making them even bigger. I finally saw the genie, who was talking to one of the women. He was still blue, muscular, and tatted up but now he was wearing a tuxedo. The woman kept looking at me, looking at the genie, then looking back at me, then looking at the genie. She started to shake her head, and the genie sighed. He pulled out a wad of cash, and held it out to her. She looked the bills over, then took them and started counting while I tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
I backed up, hoping I would go ass first through whatever portal brought me here and end up back in my apartment, but I just hit the wall. My boobs jiggled some more, and my stomach rolled again. The woman stuck the money in her bra, shook the genie's hand, and walked over to me as he disappeared in another cloud of smoke.
She was a hot little number, with a perky, tight body and buzzed blonde hair. Normally I would have been all over talking to someone like that, but I really needed to get this nudity and sudden boob situation under control first.
She raised her eyebrows as she looked me up and down, and grinned. "Hello, Aladdin, you can call me Jasmine."
"Help me." By now all the other women were looking too, and I focused my eyes on the floor and whispered. "Please help me. I don't know what's happening."
She took my chin in her hands and lifted until I was standing up straight. She looked me in the eye and grinned. "Well, according to your big, strangely blue friend, you're going to become a stripper. Here. I'm going to teach you. And I'm told you're a kinky little slut who can't say no. Is that true?"
I tried to explain that the genie had somehow twisted the wording of my wish, that this wasn't what I wanted, that it was some monkey's law situation, but my my mouth moved by itself and I heard myself saying, "Yes, Jasmine. That's all true."
She grinned and nodded. "Oh good. I'm on in five. I want my boots to shine. Clean them with your tongue for me, now."
I couldn't say no. I wanted to. But instead I sank to my knees, and started to lick her boots. I ran my tongue over the toe, and worked my way back. I could feel my heavy, fat tits beneath me, flattening out against the floor as I worked my tongue over the leather. And I could feel my cock getting hard too, at least the genie had left me that. I rubbed it against the floor, trying to get myself off as I licked this strange woman's boots. I was so close, just a few seconds from relief when someone yelled her name.
She pulled her boot away, and stepped over me. I heard her voice as she walked towards the stage. "Stand in the corner until I get back. And no touching yourself!"
I got up, and shuffled towards the corner. I could hear the other strippers giggling to each other as my cock bounced and my boobs jiggled. I put my nose in the corner. I didn't have a choice. I stood there wondering how much worse it could get.
So, so much worse.
I was standing in the corner, not touching myself, looking down at my stupendous rack and trying not to cry. I had just made a wish that had gotten me sent to a strip club naked and somehow I had boobs. I couldn't say "no" anymore, and a genii had paid a stripper named Jasmine to turn me into a stripper too. All in all, I would have preferred a flying rug and a shit talking parrot.
I took a deep breath, my tits rising up and sticking out even further. Jasmine was out on the stage, probably doing a three song set, and Sweet Dreams was already almost over. I needed a way out of this before she got back and started bossing me around again. I closed my eyes. "Think Al, you can do this!" I worked my way through the movies, but couldn't figure out how to trick an evil sorcerer into trading places with the genii. I mean, first of all, I didn't have an evil sorcerer, which was a pretty big obstacle.
I replayed my meeting with the genii in my head, thinking over his every word carefully. Wait a minute! He told me I got three wishes! I could just use my second wish to undo this one, then I'd still have one wish left! And one wish wasn't as good as three if my math was right, but it still wasn't bad.
I nodded. It was a good plan. It would work. I was all aces here. "I wish I hadn't wished for that genii to make me a hot babe!"
There was a weird buzzing sound, and two red x's appeared in front of me. Then a scroll appeared, like in a video game, and started unrolling. The thing was as big around as one of those water cooler bottles, and rolled down so fast it made a whirring sound. It finally stopped, and a couple of paragraphs flashed. I tried to read it, but a lot of it was in Spanish or something but it didn't look like a Taco Bell menu. I hated the idea of drawing attention to myself, but I needed to know what was going on. "Uh, little help? Anyone know how to read Spanish? Como me llamo espanol por favor?"
One of the other strippers cautiously approached. I tried to avoid making eye contact since I was still super naked and I couldn't be sure what my penis was doing right now. It felt like it was behaving, but you never know. She stood beside me, and squinted at the writing on the scroll. "Okay honey, first of all, that's not Spanish. I think it's legal words, I do private shows for some lawyers and they like to have me roll around naked on their law books some times." She paused and looked over her shoulder. "Hey Cinnamon, come over here." Another stripper walked over to stand beside me, and peeked around my considerable chest from the other side. The first stripper jerked her head towards the second. "This is Cinnamon, she's getting a law degree."
"Really? That's pretty cool. Like Law and Order and stuff." I gave Cinnamon a nod and she rolled her eyes.
"It'll mean a paycut, if I can even find a job." But she stared at the scroll, and her brow furrowed. After a minute, she stood up. "Yeah, so, here's the thing. Magical contract law isn't really on the syllabus, but I think this says that when you polished the lamp you agreed to the terms and conditions, and one of the terms is that a wish can't negate another wish. Not directly at least, something to do with a paradox and unraveling the space time continuum. And if you try to do that you forfeit your second wish, and all rights and claims thereunto, with the original wish staying in effect."
"Huh? I didn't say anything about wanting a pair of socks!" My jaw dropped and I swallowed hard. My pits were sweating. "And I've got an unto now? I'm still getting used to these tits and now I've got an unto? Where's my unto? What does an unto do?"
"No, sweetie, it just means you wasted your second wish. You've only got one wish left."
That sucked, but at least I didn't have an unto to worry about. Also Cinnamon was really smart, maybe she could get me out of this. "Okay, can you help me? Like, figure out a wish that will get me back to being a dude? Can I just wish I had a bigger dick?"
Cinammon looked down and shrugged. "You've already got a dick honey, so no, that won't work. And maybe I could help you with that third wish." She raised one eyebrow and pursed her lips. "But what's in it for me? You'll have used your last wish, and your dumb ass is probably broke as shit."
I shook my head. "No, I've got five copies of X-Force number one, you can have two-fuck it-three of them. They'll be worth a ton of money some day, they're still in the plastic bags and they have hologram covers!" I winced at the thought of my retirement account taking the hit, but I needed out of this fast.
Cinnamon rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'll think about it, until then you just play along with Jasmine. And don't use that third wish cutie."
The DJ was yelling at the crowd to give it up for Jasmine, and I whimpered as Cinnamon walked away. I could see Jasmine out of the corner of my eye as she walked back in and flopped down in a chair. "Get over here, sluuuuut."
Jasmine was grinning as I walked over and stood in front of her. "Uh, get down on your knees. I don't want to have to look at your stupid cock."
I dropped down to my knees, my giant tits jiggling as I moved.
She leaned back and licked her lips. "So, if your blue friend explained things correctly, you're kinky, you can't say no, you like dick and pussy, and I'm supposed to teach you to be a stripper so you can get a job here. Is that about the size of it?"
I tried to say no. I really did. The word was in my head, and my brain told my lips to say it, but somehow my lips just said, "Yes." I tried again. "I mean, yes." And again. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Dammit!" Maybe I could still avoid the worst, by which I mean the dick. I thought really hard, went over each word in my head, and opened my mouth. "I love dick! UGGG! No, what I meant to say was, I love sucking cock! I mean I need a pork sword in my ass! I mean I need two hung men to spit roast me like I'm a cheap Chinese Fleshlight knockoff!" Oh, stupid genii! Why did I say that? Those off-brand Fleshlights were terrible. I tried to assert my masculinity one last time. "Please Jasmine I want to suck ten miles of cock and take five miles more in my slutty ass! Fill me with jizz until I look like a fountain of come!" Yeah, I tried as hard as I could, and that still came out wrong. I decided to shut up for now.
I could feel every eye on me. The room was dead silent. Finally Jasmine let out an explosive breath. "Okay, so, first thing, if you're going to present as a woman, you're probably going to want to play a little bit harder to get. We're very sex positive here, but you know, try introducing yourself first, maybe finding out if a guy has interesting hobbies. Being spit roasted like a cheap Chinese Fleshlight until you turn into a jizz fountain can sometimes be more rewarding if you also have an emotional connection. Or at least know a dude's name."
I blinked my eyes to keep from crying, and just nodded instead of trying to say anything.
"Second thing, body hair. Women get it everywhere men do, they just take care of it. And that's where we're going to start. Come on, no one likes a Wookie stripper. Well, maybe the Star Wars nerds, but they are freaks."
She stood up and started walking. I tried to stand up, but for some reason I couldn't. I told my legs to get up and walk behind Jasmine, but instead I shuffled forward on my knees. I moaned. This not being able to say no thing was being really broadly interpreted. I cleared my throat. "Uh, Jasmine? Can I stand up?"
Jasmine stopped and turned around. "No. You can crawl. I'm not being paid to be nice to you."
A flash of warmth erupted from my crotch, ran up my spine, and back down. I could feel my cock getting hard. Why was it getting hard? I swallowed hard and started crawling, but I could feel myself getting more worked up by the second. I was panting and trying to bump my cock against my thigh every time I moved a leg forward, my ass wiggling back and forth like a bouncy castle full of methheads. It felt so good to crawl, like I was embarrassed, but it was super sexy embarrassment. My cock was practically leaking as I crawled along behind Jasmine.
It didn't help that my boobs looked even bigger as I crawled behind across the floor. They hung down like massive cow udders, and my arms kept bumping into them. I could feel them sway and swish back and forth gently, and somehow that made it even hotter. For whatever reason, I was super into this. Jasmine paused in the doorway to pull off her boots, and I could see a bathroom behind her. "Come on." She walked in and I followed along like I was an animal. Oh great, that thought sent another spasm of pleasure through my body. She patted a large counter. "Up!"
I climbed up on the counter, and got back on all fours.
She looked me over, examining me like I was a piece of meat or a dog at one of those fancy dog shows. She shook her head, and started the hot water running. "I'll do this for you once, but after that, you're going to take care of it yourself. Got that?"
"Yes Jasmine." My voice was very small and quiet. At least I hadn't accidentally asked to suck cock again. I knew she was looking at me, and I was sinking into a haze of pleasure so deep I'd have done anything for her.
She had me sit on my ass and soaked a washcloth in hot water. I gasped as she ran it over my body, scrubbing and softening the hair. The shaving cream was smooth and soft and smelled like berries as she spread it over my leg, and I closed my eyes.
"Oh for fuck's sake, can't you men do anything without getting a boner?"
I looked down. I harder than I had ever been in life. I could have cut glass with that thing, although the window peoples union probably had rules against it. I was sporting a massive boner from crawling around on all fours and getting my legs shaved. My face turned red, and I closed my eyes and tried to block out reality.
But Jasmine's voice cut through it like a thunderclap. "Slap that disgusting thing until it's soft again! I agreed to do this, and I will, but having that ugly piece of wasted skin pointing at me wasn't part of the deal!"
I didn't want to, except I did want to at the same time. I tried sitting on my hands to keep from doing it. But then I felt my arm moving and my cock erupted in pain. My hips jerked and I looked down. Jasmine was grinning at me. I was starting to think she didn't like my penis. My cock was still half hard though. I slapped it again before the wish could make me slap it, not as hard, but still hard enough to make it go soft. I whimpered at the pain, but damn I still wanted more.
Jasmine nodded. "Good. Keep doing that, but warn me before you slap it. Say, 'I'm sorry for my nasty cock's behavior.' I don't want you cut and bleeding on the counter because you couldn't hold still while you beat that ugly little thing into submission."
Jasmine started shaving me, removing all my body hair. I kept getting hard and having to slap my cock. I didn't want to, and by the time my legs were done, I had slapped my cock a half dozen more times, apologizing for its behavior each time. My eyes were blurred with tears but I was somehow getting even hornier. Then Jasmine was shaving my balls.
She didn't use a hot cloth on my balls, she used a cold one and I could feel the skin tightening. At least it helped keep my cock from getting hard. She held my nuts firmly, one at a time with one hand, while she dragged the razor over the skin again and again.
"Jasmine?"
"What?" She twisted my nut to get to the other side and I winced.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure." She paused in the shaving, but kept a hold of my ball.
"If I'm a hot babe, and I've got these really big milk makers, why do I still have a dick? Not that I'm complaining! Please don't take it away Mister Genii Sir. I was just wondering!"
"Huh. That's actually a pretty good question. I asked the blue dude the same thing when you were standing there naked in our dressing room. Know what he said?"
I thought really hard. I was still pretty hazy from being turned on so much but I was pretty sure I didn't. "No, I don't."
She grabbed hold of my other ball, and held both of them in her hand, squeezing them until my ass cheeks tightened and I was breathing frantically, party from pain and partly from pleasure. She looked me in the eye, and got right in my face. "He told me that he could give you a cunt, but that wouldn't make you a woman. You would just be a man with a cunt if he did that. He said that instead of just turning you into a man with a hole between his legs I could use this disgusting piece of useless flesh to control you, to break you, and to turn you into a perfect slut. Do you understand me?" She gave my balls a quick squeeze and sharp pain flooded my body, radiating from my testicles into my stomach. "This nasty little flap of skin that you think makes you a man, is what I'm going to use to turn you into a filthy whore. Does that answer your question?"
I nodded frantically, trying to keep her from squeezing my balls any harder. I got it. I understood perfectly. That fucking genie had taken a gender studies class.
I was standing in the shower, crying, watching shaving cream and loose hair circle and slowly go down the train. Water ran down my gigantic boobs onto my stomach, around my cock, and down my legs. I was shaved completely bald below the neck. The tits were because a genii had twisted my wording on a wish, my new found extra nude nudity courtesy of a stripper named Jasmine who was teaching me to be a stripper and embrace my feminine side. Which really jiggled in a way that was pretty hot every time I shifted to let the shower head wash off another part of my body. My balls felt like they were sunburned and the shaving had left my skin raw and sensitive, but I could still feel my cock getting hard as I experimentally lifted up a boob and licked a nipple.
I reached my other hand down towards my cock when an ear piercing whistle came from the other room. “Get out here, sluuuuut!” Jasmine had been doing her last set while I showered, and returned. I shut off the water and grabbed a towel, trying to wrap it around myself and shuffling towards the dressing area. It was cold and I couldn’t stop breathing hard and licking my lips as I left a trail of water from the shower to the dressing room.
I yelped as Jasmine jerked the towel away and tossed it on the floor. “All right, club’s closing, we’ve got to clear out. And I can’t keep calling you slut all the time, too many people around here would think I was talking to them and it could get confusing. Your new name is Alain, got it?”
“Yes Jasmine.” When I hadn’t been washing my new boobs over and over I had been thinking in the shower and decided it was easiest just to agree with her until I could figure a way out of this. “How am I supposed to get home though? I don’t know where I am, and I don’t have any clothes with me, and my shirts won’t fit anymore anyway!”
“No worries, babe, you’re staying with me. I don’t trust you to come back if you get away, and you can help me catch up on my rent.” She poked her tongue into her cheek in the universal blow job symbol and grinned at me as I shivered. My nipples hardened and I told it was from the cold air and not from the wish making me kinky now as she licked her lips and continued. “And don’t worry about the clothes, you’re getting a whole new wardrobe.”
I felt a shiver run up my spine as she walked over to a large rack of hanging clothes and started tossing me items one at a time. “Put these on.”
A white top hit me in the face and I pulled it on, grateful to be covered at least a little. Except it barely came down far enough to cover my nipples. I was still showing a whole lot of tit meat, and the white material clung to my wet skin and my hard nipples pushed it out. It was practically see through. A bright red skirt followed and I looked at it and sighed, then pulled it up my legs with trembling hands. It was almost as bad, if I held it down with both hands it wouldn’t ride up and show everyone my gentleman’s quarters, but that left me with no hands to cover my titties. Finally a pair of shoes came over, the kind that push a woman’s butt up like high heels, but have a solid wedge to walk on. Like training high heels or something. I wanted to scream and shout and curse about how unfair all this was but I made myself keep quiet instead. I didn’t want to make things worse so I slipped the heels on and stood there with one hand pulling my skirt down and the other clamped over my tits and covering as much of my chest as I could.
Jasmine looked me over and laughed. “We’re going to have to work on that modesty, I see. Don’t worry though, you’ll be shaking those big cow jugs for singles before you know it.” I took another deep breath that made my boobs do some really interesting things, but at least she seemed amused instead of pissed. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans, a flannel shirt, and a pair of combat boots over the lingerie she was wearing from her last dance, and started walking. “Come on Alain, or I’ll have you crawl. Night gals!”
The few remaining strippers gave her a round of good nights and watched us leave with curiosity. I was hoping one of them, a stripper named Cinnamon, would help me figure out a third wish that would get me out of this mess, but for now I was on my own. I followed Jasmine out of the club and down the block to a subway entrance. I didn’t recognize the names on the subway system or any of the signs, and still had no idea where I was. Thankfully the streets were deserted this time of night and I managed to walk in the wedges without falling over or breaking an ankle. Still, I was doing a lot of jiggling, and it was a constant battle to keep my cock from getting hard with all that going on right under my nose.
We got to the subway entrance and Jasmine swiped her card, walked through the turnstyle, then handed it back to me. I wanted to run but the crazy dominatrix stripper actually seemed safer than stumbling around an unknown city at night so I swiped it a second time and followed her through the turnstyle. She relaxed a little now that we were off the street, and grinned at me. She gave one of my boobs a hard squeeze and I gasped as she casually informed me, “I’m going to have fun with you, slut. I’ve got all sorts of ideas.”
We waited for the subway car by ourselves and Jasmine started describing what she was going to do to me in lurid detail. And the thing was, it kind of turned me on. I mean, I couldn’t see my dick because of my boobs now, but I could feel it growing and pushing against the skirt. I started rubbing the skirt back and forth across it, and it felt amazing as Jasmine described maid’s uniforms, and butt plugs, and being spanked, and being shown off at parties while she trained me to become a stripper. It was like Yoda if he had been really horny from being alone in a swamp for so long and was interested in way more than Luke levitating rocks.
I could feel pre-cum dripping from the end of my cock as the train rolled up, and Jasmine snapped her fingers and stepped on board. I obediently shuffled along behind, still getting used to the wedges and taking tiny, mincing steps that still thrust my crotch forward and made my ass sway. The car was almost empty, and she walked over to an empty seat away from a few other bleary eyed passengers and flopped down. I followed and stood beside her, and licked my lips, then looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation in the mail?”
I shook my head, and leaned over to whisper. “If I sit down, they’ll see right up my skirt and I’ve got a commando situation right now.” My cock was trying to push the skirt up but I held the hem down in a death grip, while Jasmine around me to see the other passengers, and nodded. “They will see right up your skirt, won’t they? Would that embarrass you Alain?”
I nodded. “Please don’t make me sit down, please! I don’t want anyone to see me like this!”
Jasmine nodded and smiled at me. “Hold still. That’s an order.” I started to bolt for the next car but instead I froze in place. The wish wouldn’t let me say no. Jasmine reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of red lipstick. She looked me in the eyes and pulled off the cap. “All sissy slave privileges come with a price.” She started to write on my chest. My tits were a pretty large canvas, and she took her time writing out “USE ME” in big block letters, one word on each mound of fuck meat. “Turn around and face those gentlemen now, and be grateful you don’t have to sit.”
The other passengers, three young guys probably in their twenties getting off a night shift somewhere, looked at me and swallowed as one. They jabbed each other with elbows as cell phones came out and they took pictures of me standing there, still holding my skirt down with one hand and trying to hide my chest with the other. I felt a warm flush of embarrassment but hoped the worst was over, and then one looked me in the eyes and cleared his throat. “Hey, what’s that say on your tits?”
He hadn’t told me to do anything, technically, just asked a question, and I clenched my jaw and hoped he’d shut up. Jasmine’s voice behind me killed that dream. “Answer the young man, Alain.”
I inhaled and my mouth made the sounds it needed to make. “Use me.”
I could see them getting hard, their cocks pressing against their trousers. Suddenly my brain was getting foggy, some part of me needed this. I could feel their attention fully on me, looking at my big wet boobs, violating me with their eyes. Uhhhhh, why was I enjoying this so much? I knew part of it was from the wish, but my cock seemed to be getting hard on its own too. Could I have really taped all those episodes of Baywatch for the Hoff instead of Pamela Anderson?
“So, like what, we should use your tits? For like, sex?”
They still had only asked a question, but this time Jasmine didn’t have to tell me. I closed my eyes and moaned. I wanted it so bad, but I fought myself and tried to at least minimize the damage. “Yes, please, use my big whore titties! Jerk off on my dumb cow udders! Spray them with your cum, I want you to coat my jugs with your hot jizz!”
The guys looked around like they thought Ashton Kutcher was going to tell them they’d been Punk’d, but then I sank to my knees. I pulled my top off over my head and pushed my tits together. I rubbed them up and down, squeezing and toying with them, pinching my nipples, and evidently that convinced them I was really into it. And I really was, I just didn’t want to be.
Then the first one was over and standing in front of me, pulling his pants down and his cock out. My whole body was on fire with pleasure as I licked my lips and stared at his hand as it worked his cock. He moaned and I imagined what his dick would feel like between my boobs if I used them to jerk him off. I bounced up and down, giving him a show, making the girls jiggle and bounce for his pleasure as his friends joined him in a semi-circle around me and two more cocks came out. I was in heat, a sex starved bimbo unable to contain herself, and then I felt something from behind.
Jasmine was using the toe of her leather boot to rub my balls. She followed along as I bounced up and down, rubbing the leather toe on the sensitive skin, then up and down the length of my cock, increasing my pleasure. I had never felt so good. I was moaning along with the man in front of me, eyes closed, when he started to moan and I opened my eyes just in time to see his cock twitch. And just like that another dude’s cum was spewing all over my tits. It felt so warm and sexy and good to have my new jugs covered in cum. I moaned and tried to push back against Jasmine’s foot, but she pulled it away.
Then the second man stepped closer, and I eagerly held my tits up under his cock, desperate for more. He dribbled more than spurted, but I moved my tits around to cover as much skin as possible with his semen. Anything to feel Jasmine’s boot on my cock again. And there it was, teasing, rubbing, pushing, tormenting me. I really went to work with my tits, tossing them up and down and from side to side, making the cum on them roll back and forth. I was hoping Jasmine would get me off, but she wanted to tease me more.
I’m not proud to say it now, but the way I bounced those tits around would have made the Harlem Globetrotters envious. I worked them like I was a crazy person, and in no time the third dick was spewing come right down the crack between my titties. I smashed them together so I didn’t waste a single drop and arched my back, moaning and so sure Jasmine would let come now. I just needed a little bit more pressure, one more stroke, the tiniest bit of friction, but she just moved her foot away. I whimpered and I think I cried out a little then, but in a manly way, and I heard her chuckle.
I shook my head from side to side and moaned. She didn’t let me come. I shook my hands to get some feeling back in my fingers, clamped them back on my boobs, and glared at the three guys who were stuffing their cocks back in their underwear and arranging their pants. “Do it again!”
“Huh?” They looked at me, back at each other, then back at me. “Look lady, I don’t know-”
I growled like I was possessed by the devil ghost of Tom Wait’s dog. “DO! IT! AGAIN! I need your jizz on my tits, now get those dicks hard again and give me more jizz or I will eat your fucking eyes out of your skull and jerk off on the empty sockets!” This was not my proudest moment, and I would probably need to soften that up a little in the future if I wanted tips instead of assault charges, but for now it worked.
Their pants came down and they started jerking themselves off again as the toe of Jasmine’s boot found my cock and I moaned in pleasure. I worked those boobs, used them to tease, I did every trick I could think of except turning them into balloon animals. I worked my new tits like Picasso worked a brush, just with more nipples and jizz.
Unfortunately, Jasmine did the same to me, she just wouldn’t give me the final push I needed to over the edge. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. I felt like I could come any second, if she just rubbed a little harder, a little longer, but she wouldn’t. We were in a boot fuck titty fuck detente, and neither one of us would back down.
And then the guy who came first last time said the very last words I wanted to hear. “Ah, make me come now, you fucking slut!”
I don’t know if it was the wish, the fog in my brain, or I was just feeling extra helpful that night, but that’s what I did. I buried his whole cock in between my tits, and massaged it as hard as I could. His cock twitched deep in the valley I made with those mounds of flesh, erupting, spewing, shooting his cum all over them, until finally he sank back and fell into a chair, not even bothering to pull up his pants. I attacked the next two cocks as soon as he was done, wrapping my tits around them, jerking them off with my boobs, clamping down on the balls and squeezing every last little bit of hot, thick jizz out and onto my tits. I was so close, so close, I could feel Jasmine shifting her foot, now if she just moved it forward the tiniest bit...
And then the subway train stopped. And Jasmine stopped. And I sobbed, on the floor, six loads of come between my breasts, so close to having an orgasm, so very close.
“Put your shirt on, and follow me Alain.”
I stood up with trembling knees and followed her out, fumbling with the short white t-shirt. The come glued the thin fabric to my chest, and I looked down to see the words Jasmine had written there. “Use me.” That’s what they had done. They had used me like an inflatable sex doll, and my cock was still so hard it pushed out against the skirt I was wearing, desperate and needy for attention. I followed Jasmine, thrusting my hips forward so my cock rubbed against the skirt, trying desperately to stop imagining all the other ways people would be using my body. I shouldn’t have bothered, because it turns out there were things I couldn’t even imagine at the time waiting for me.
Oh, and fuck mass transit, the one time you want a delay the train actually arrives on time. Fucking bullshit.
I followed Jasmine off the subway, fresh loads of come on my sweater gremlins gluing my thin t-shirt to my skin. It felt slimy and gross and slid down the crack between my boobs, but I was a lot more concerned with my cock. Jasmine had brought me to the very brink of orgasm with her boot while I begged three strangers to jerk off on my tits, and even done the Hawaiian Muscle Fuck on a subway, but my rod was still rock hard. Every time I took a step the head rubbed against my mini-skirt, sending tremors of pleasure up and down my spine. I was close. So close. I was sure that one good stroke was all it would take and I could finally have the orgasm I craved.
I looked around. The street was deserted this time of night, and I dropped back a step behind Jasmine, then another. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. My hand inched towards my hard, throbbing dick.
"Don't touch that repulsive cock, Alain."
My hand froze, and a shiver of fear washed over me at the tone of her voice.
"You'll be punished for that, your horny little slut. From now on, you have to earn your orgasms not steal them."
I whimpered. I took a step forward. My skirt rubbed against the head of my cock, keeping me on edge, so desperate and close to an orgasm. I decided to try asserting myself, show this bitch who was boss. "Please, Jasmine. Please. Please, just one quick jerk!"
She didn't even stop walking. "Did getting those three guys off with your cock magnets really make you that hot and bothered? Tell the truth."
I wanted to tell her it didn't, that I hadn't enjoyed it all, but the memory of those hot, thick, juicy dicks, of sweaty veiny man meat sliding between my tits sent another warm wave of pleasure over me. I couldn't lie, and the words poured out of my mouth in an obscene confession. "Yes, Jasmine. It felt so good to be on my knees, getting those cocks off with my melons and taking their big loads on my titties, it made me want to come so badly I can barely stand it!"
Jasmine laughed and shrugged. "Too bad, you need to learn to control that useless piece of flesh. But I will give you something to keep your mouth busy so you quit asking: lick their come off of your tits. I want them cleaned before we get to my apartment."
I didn't have much of a choice, the wish saw to that, but I could have lived without the intense feeling of pleasure that washed over my brain as I pulled my shirt up and my boobs popped out. I took a double handful and lifted a fat teat up to my mouth to lick three strangers come off. It tasted awful, foul and bitter, but I couldn't stop myself and my tongue furiously lapped away at the sticky jizz. The words Jasmine had written on my tits filled my vision, "USE ME." I could barely take my eyes off my tits long enough to make sure I didn't walk into a lamp post, and my tongue eagerly slid across my heavy boobs, lapping up the come, taking it into my mouth and swallowing it, one side then the other.
Then the worst happened. We rounded a corner and a group of people, drunk college students from the looks of it, were coming the other way. Jasmine must have read my mind, because without even looking back she said, "Don't stop licking until every drop is gone, Alain. I won't have you dripping on my floor."
I kept licking. They saw me right away. I could tell by the way their voices stopped, then turned into excited hoots and hollers. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the phones coming out. Somehow, my cock got even harder. These complete strangers were cheering while recording me walking down a public street, licking come off my breasts, with my hard cock making a tent in a mini-skirt. My mini-skirt. I could barely think at all now, I was so turned on. I mumbled a half-hearted, "Hey..." and turned my head as I scooped come up my tit to where my tongue could reach it, but having an audience just kept pushing my lust higher and further than I thought it could ever go.
Oh god. It wasn't just these drunk college students who would see. My tongue was scraping thick, milky jizz off my breasts, and there would be video on the internet when I woke up tomorrow. I buried my face in my tits, hoping no one would recognize me. My tongue worked back and forth, bringing more come into my mouth. I was in a trance, a pleasure filled haze. They stopped recording my humiliation at some point, but my brain kept playing it back, over and over, making my cock twitch as my tongue worked its way over every inch of my heavy orbs.
I heard Jasmine's voice, but it was like she was underwater or really far away. I blinked and shook my head, and let go of my spit soaked tit. "Huh?"
"I said, you can stop licking. We're here." She unlocked an exterior door and lead me through a door into an apartment building, an old house that had been converted into multiple units. She walked up a flight of stairs, and I sighed and dragged myself up behind her using the hand rail. I hadn't bothered to pull my shirt back down, I was so horny I could barely walk, and my boobs swayed and jiggled with each step. Jasmine stopped, unlocked the door on her left, and stepped through the door.
I stepped across the threshold and to one side as she locked the deadbolt and put on the security chain behind me. She looked at me and frowned. "Strip, slut. All the way down to your birthday suit. Wearing clothes is a privilege, not a right for you and you haven't earned that privilege yet."
I was running on auto-pilot as I pulled my shirt off and over my head. My skirt hit the floor, and I stepped out of my shoes. That was all it took to get me naked. The air conditioning was on in the apartment, and the cold air immediately made goose flesh on my skin. I felt cold, and vulnerable. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I put them at my side, my shirt in one hand and my skirt in the other, hanging like flags of surrender.
"You can drop those on the floor for now. Then put your hands behind your head, and lock your fingers together. Legs shoulder width apart. Shoulders back." Jasmine walked into the apartment as I laced my fingers behind my head, and spread my legs. Then back my shoulders went, and out my titties came. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for whatever was going to happen next, and my tits stuck out even further. I'd never have to worry about hurting my nose if I fell down on my face again.
Jasmine came back after just a couple of minutes with a pink collar. Cheap rhinestones spelled out "COME SLUT" on it. She looped it around my neck, and worked the leather through the clasp, pulling it tight. I told myself it was the cool air making my nipples get tight and hard and my knees suddenly feel weak and wobbly.
"This is your inspection position, understand? I say 'inspection,' you stop what you're doing and stand like this."
I wasn't sure I really did, but I got the jist and managed to nod. "Yes, Jasmine."
"Good." She started lifting my boobs, moving them around, lifting them up and looking at the underboob, eyeing them critically. "Clean enough. I won't send you out to tit fuck more strangers. Tonight."
A warm feeling of relief, and a small, secret tremor of disappointment filled me. "Thank you." Ugh, what the fuck was going on? I was thanking a stripper for not sending me out to jerk off complete strangers with my tits. These fucking wishes were bullshit.
Jasmine chuckled, and hooked her finger under the collar. "Come on, slut." She dragged me through the apartment and into her bedroom. I licked my lips, wondering what would happen next. She had to have seen my hard cock. She had to know how desperately I needed to come. I couldn't take my eyes off her cute little butt as we walked.
"On your knees." I sank to my knees in anticipation while she stripped. She wasn't dancing, just performing a business like removal of clothing, and was naked in front of me in less than a minute. She opened a drawer and pulled out a vibrator, then sat on her bed, leaned her back against the wall, and spread her legs. "Put on a show for me Elaine. Show me how you use that cock when you manage to get a woman into bed. Show me how you, what is it you straight boys say? Pound that pussy?"
Now I like to think that I'm a fairly sexually liberated person, but I was blinking back tears of frustration as she started that vibrator and went to town on her pussy. I could see everything as I bounced my hips back and forth, thrusting as hard as I could with nothing to push against. My tits wobbled and flopped and kept threatening to throw me off balance, and my thigh started to cramp, and it wasn't sexy it just kind of hurt and Jasmine kept glaring at me while she held the vibrator against her clit.
I could see her getting wetter, and could smell her pussy in the small room. She didn't say anything, just gave me that look that made me feel small and ridiculous and sad. My cock softened and my knees started to hurt from the carpet. I felt even more ridiculous with my soft cock flopping up and down as I jerked my hips back and forth like some x-rated puppet.
I was about ready to fall over from the leg cramp when Jasmine finally grabbed her vibrator with both hands, thrust her hips forward, arched her back, and let out a low, quivering moan. She rode her orgasm out, then exhaled and turned off the vibrator. "Stop." I moaned in relief and shifted my weight to take the pressure off one knee then the other.
The vibrator thumped on the floor beside me. I could see it was wet and slick, and could smell the sex in the room, Jasmine's orgasm and my denial. The taste of come still in my mouth from earlier. "Nothing more useless than a soft cock, Alain. And you can't seem to think about anyone's pleasure but your own. You're going to have to work on that if you're going to be a stripper. And I'm not going to have that useless disgusting thing between your legs leaking in my bed. You sleep on the floor, with the other discarded sex toy, and keep your hands off that cock, and definitely no orgasm. And try to get a good night's sleep, because tomorrow we start your training for real, slut."
She slid under the covers, reached over and flipped off the light. A pillow and a blanket came out of the darkness and hit me in the face.
I tried to get comfortable on the floor, but I kept replaying the events of the day, and my cock got hard every time I remembered the people on the train and walking down the street. Jasmine told me I couldn't touch it, but now just the memory of the shame and humiliation was enough to get me hard again, and she hadn't said anything about touching my tits. It was the first time I had really been alone with them, and I squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh and felt my cock getting hard, then soft, then hard again. I wondered if I could find that video of myself, what they would call it. "Dumb whore licking tits in public" or "Slut licks own tits on street." Would anyone ask who I was? Would anyone I know see it, or recognize me with the giant cans? How many people would jerk off to the video?
I rolled over on my stomach and rubbed my cock against the carpet. I still wasn't touching it, and felt a little glee in having that tiny bit of control. But the carpet was old and rough and didn't feel that good, and I couldn't make myself come anyway. I finally buried my face in the pillow and tried to think of some way to wish myself out of this, but I just kept talking in circles. When I did finally fall asleep, morning came much too soon.
I was having the best dream. There was this hot, kinky, big tittied stripper laying underneath me, and I was fucking her brains out. I could feel her boobs pushing against my chest as I slid my cock back and forth inside her hot pussy with long, slow strokes. Her pubes were bristly and super rough, and for some weird reason her face looked just like mine, but otherwise it was a really rocking dream. She kept telling me not to let her come, to make her moan and whimper some more. And I was close, so close to busting a nut, but every time I was almost there some big blue dude would lick his finger and stick it in my ear and I would get distracted and my orgasm would slip just far enough away I couldn't catch it. I was slamming into her gristle pubes harder and harder trying to get off, and I was getting pretty uncool about the whole situation, and kind of pissed off even, when a bright line of fire exploded across my butt cheek.
The stripper I was fucking vanished all of a sudden, and I let out a yelp and jumped up to my hands and knees. I shook my head, and stared at the pair of gargantuan knockers that were hanging beneath me, swaying back and forth. Another sudden burst of pain erupted across my other ass cheek, and I suddenly figured how I came to be dry humping the shitty carpet in a stripper's apartment with a pair of tits. That is, I had the pair of tits, not the apartment. Well, I guess technically the apartment had two pairs of tits, or a pair of a pair of tits, with Jasmine and me here. Anyway, Jasmine is going to narrate the opening reminder about the plot bit, so I don't need to do that here as exposition.
"What the hell Alain!? Are you dry humping my fucking floor?! That genie is paying me to turn you into a stripper after you made your fucked up little wish to be a big titted kinky slut, not to let you fuck up my carpet and cost me my damage deposit with your disgusting boy slime!"
I got the rest of the way to my feet, and shook my head. Jasmine had a small leather riding crop in her hand, and gave me another smack on the ass. I jumped and yelped again, my tits jiggling and my still hard cock bouncing around. I was still naked except for the pink collar that said "COME SLUT" on it, and fully awake now. I tried rearranging myself so I was putting on less of a show, but there was nowhere to hide anything, so I ended up covering as much as I could of my tits with one hand and my dick with the other.
"Oh hell no, you are not walking around here with that thing pointing at me all the time! Inspection position, now! Hands on your head, slut!" I don't know if the wish made me do it or I did it myself this time, but I put my hands on my head in the "you're under arrest pose" to try to keep her from hitting me again. And I kind of liked it, like I did last night when she checked my tits to make sure I licked all the come off of them. Knowing she was looking at my body, and I couldn't hide anything was definitely keeping my cock hard.
Until she went to work on it with that stupid riding crop anyway. I howled and jerked my hips as she slapped the end of my rod with the crop, once, twice, three, four, five times until it was soft and I felt like I was going to puke. She got my balls a couple of times, and the dull ache was a bitch but somehow also something I wouldn't mind having happen again. I made myself stand still when she finally stopped, afraid of what she might do if I moved.
She glared at me, but finally nodded. "That's better. I don't need that ugly lump of wasted flesh pointing at me first thing in the morning. Or ever." I sighed in relief, but then Jasmine laughed. "Oh, don't think I'm done with it. I've just got other uses for it than putting it in my body so you can satisfy your disgusting urges."
My armpits started to sweat as Jasmine went to her closet and pulled out a pair of bright red three inch heels. They looked like they were pretty nice when they were new, but now they were scuffed up and had definitely seen better days. "Stripper lesson number one: walking in heels. You can learn in these. Put them on." While I slipped the shoes on, even though they didn't look like they should fit, my toes somehow squished into them and Jasmine went back to the closet. She came back with a chain leash and I swallowed hard. I wanted her to lead me around on her leash like I was an animal, like I was her property. Even though I had never been into anything like that before.
I tried to play it cool and stood up in the heels, balanced precariously, and lifted my head up and rotated the collar so that the ring was in the front. I told myself I just wanted to stay on her good side, and as long as the wish was doing its thing I was pretty much her bitch anyway, might as well not lose any pointless battles I didn't have to. But damn I wanted to feel that thing tugging on the collar around my neck while I followed along on all fours.
She just laughed and shook her head. "Oh buddy, you're not getting off that easy." She grinned and licked her lips as she wrapped the leash around the base of my cock, pulled it tight, and clipped it through the chain. "Come on bitch, walkies."
She jerked on the leash and I thought my balls were going to come off. "Christ Jasmine, please don't!" I protested but took a step forward, and promptly fell to one knee. Jasmine pulled up with the leash with one hand, doing her best to separate my balls from my body, and grabbed my hair in her other hand and pulled up.
I got to my feet as quick as I could, and she went back to leading me through the apartment. She kept the leash tight, and the constant pressure brought back that rolling sickness in my stomach from traumatized nuts. I tried to walk in the heels, but it was a lot harder than it looked. My butt wanted to stick out, and my tits wanted to jump in front of me, and my crotch kept trying to push itself forward. And Jasmine wasn't offering much in the way of constructive criticism, just yanking on my balls, threatening to get the crop and go to work on my ass, and calling me names like slut and whore. It was like working retail at Christmas all over again.
I shuffled along, my boobs jiggling hypnotically in front of me as we walked in a small circle around the living room, my ass and tits thrusting and popping with each step. Inevitably I would stumble and fall, and Jasmine would yank on my balls and grab a fistful of my hair. My feet were hurting like hell, but not as much as my balls and knees. Jasmine was merciless with the leash, and I was seriously worried my balls would come flying off if she jerked too hard.
I lost track of how many trips we made around the apartment. My whole world became Jasmine leading me by a chain wrapped around my balls, naked except for a pink collar that said "COME SLUT" and red high heels, but I finally got pretty good at walking in the heels. It helped when I didn't think about what I was doing, and even started feeling good once my balls stopped hurting as much. I just shuffled along mindlessly, obediently, and I didn't have to worry about anything else as long as I was doing what Jasmine told me to do. I made finally made three circuits around the room without tripping or falling, and almost sobbed in relief when Jasmine said, "All right! Stop, slut. Take the shoes off."
My relief was short lived, when Jasmine pulled out another pair of shoes with even higher heels. I shook my head and mouthed the word, "Please," but Jasmine gave me her little smile and jerked the leash. Despite the deep throbbing pain in my balls they felt another sharp jolt of pain, and I struggled to pull the shoes onto my sore feet. Huh, my feet looked smaller somehow, more feminine.
I didn't have time to ponder that as I carefully stood on the heels, and Jasmine took off around the room again. I followed, my tits and ass thrusting out, my hips swaying, and my balls pulled away from my body as she walked around the apartment again. And again. And again. I stumbled and fell, and Jasmine pulled me back to my feet by my hair and balls. Finally, the pain in my feet was too much, and I fell to my knees. I took huge, deep breaths as Jasmine pulled on my balls and jerked on my hair, but I couldn't make myself get up. My feet hurt too much.
Jasmine's eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed. "I'm pretty sure I could tell you to get up, and the wish would make you, but that's no fun. Stay here."
"Yes, Jasmine." I sighed in relief. I had a break, no matter how brief. My feet throbbed, my balls ached, and my knees were an angry red, but I had a few seconds off of my feet. I could see my boobs moving beneath me with each breath, then Jasmine came back.
She knelt down in front of me, and held up another chain with two clamps on the end. I took a deep breath and my eyes widened as Jasmine opened one clamp and put it on my left nipple. My ass muscles tightened and I made a high-pitched whimpering sound as the metal jaws clamped down on my nipple. The second one was even worse, then Jasmine was pulling on the chain and the clamps were tightening.
My eyes got wider and it felt like my tits were on fire. I guess when they grew they got more sensitive, because it hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. Jasmine pulled on the chain and my tits went up and stretched, turning into cones. The pain took over my brain, and I would have done anything to get it to stop. Tears were streaming down my face as I forced myself to my feet, and I stood on shaking legs as Jasmine took the chain off my balls, and attached it to the chain between my nipple clamps.
Somehow, I was walking again, in the high heels. I have to admit, the blinding, fiery pain in my tits took my mind off of my feet. I could see the flesh of my poor nipples turning red and then purple where it bulged out around the cruel jaws of the clamps. I was taking short, shallow breaths now, and quick, tiny steps that sent my hips swaying and my tits bouncing.
I would fall, and Jasmine would haul me back up by my tits. It hurt so much I didn't even wait for her to start pulling when I fell, just shoved myself back up, ignored the pain in my feet, and started walking again. "Good slut!" Jasmine dragged me around the room, a funny look in her eye. I eventually figured out that she really got off on me doing things to myself for her, but for now it just meant my tits hurt a tiny bit less.
She finally stopped, and I took a few more steps, then stopped too. Jasmine's hand came towards me, and I flinched, but she just lifted one of my boobs up. She let if fall and gave a throaty chuckle as I whimpered. "Do you want me to take the clamps off, you little slut?"
"Yes, please." I whispered the words, my eyes down, my lips trembling.
"What will you do for me if I take them off?"
I slumped, and my body shook. "Anything, Jasmine, I'll do anything."
She gave a genuine laugh this time, and rolled her eyes. "You have so little imagination, Alain. But I'll find those limits, and make you beg me to break them."
I suddenly felt very cold, and shivered. My skin had goose flesh, and a chill crept up my spine. I also noticed that at some point during the walk, my cock had gotten hard again, and gave a little twitch.
Jasmine noticed too. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "But for now, two things: First, did you know that clamps hurt even more when they come off?" I didn't have time to react before she reached out and took the clamps off my tits, and fire exploded in my nipples. It somehow hurt even worse when they came off, and I bent over at the waist rocking from side to side, my hands cradling my poor burning tit meat and my treacherous cock still hard and bobbing back and forth.
I sighed and whimpered as Jasmine laughed. "Second: make me breakfast, bitch. We'll continue your lessons after I've had something to eat. And the heels stay on." She walked off towards the shower, her beautiful ass swaying as I straightened up and stumbled towards the kitchen.
Maybe she would be in a better mood after breakfast. I just wasn't sure if that would be better for me, or worse.
I shuffled towards the kitchen while Jasmine showered. The heels were still killing my feet, and my nipples were still sore from the clamps Jasmine had put on them and used to drag me around the room. But I was getting halfway competent walking in heels, which would have been great if I had been really interested in being a stripper instead of just the victim of a genie's clever wordplay. Turns out if you ask a genie to make you a hot kinky stripper babe, they can twist that wording and use the wish to turn you into a hot kinky stripper babe.
I looked through the fridge and found four strips of bacon and some eggs, and started heating up a frying pan. I threw the bacon in and got a satisfying sizzle and then jumped back. The bacon grease had popped and gotten my boob! Son of a bitch that hurt! I found a pair of tongs and started a guerrilla war with the bacon, dashing in, flipping it over, and dashing back before the grease could splatter and catch me again. I won about as many rounds as I lost, especially when I added the eggs to another pan, but it did give me some confidence in my ability to move in the high heels. I did even better with the toaster, and managed to make two slices of buttered toast without browning a nipple.
I was actually feeling pretty good about myself. The huge boobs got in my way, but it wasn't worse than playing a video game with a controller that had gotten soaked in Mountain Dew and dried out in a bag of Cheeto dust. You just had to lean a little harder into the body English and compensate a bit. The heels still hurt my feet, but I was getting the hang of them too. Small steps, stand up straight, land with the heel first. I had just set the table with two plates when Jasmine walked in, looked at me, and shook her head. "Ever the optimist, aren't we?"
I must have looked confused because she sat in a chair, snapped her fingers, and pointed under the table. "Your mouth isn't your's anymore, not until you're a fully trained and working stripper. You want to eat breakfast, you eat pussy first, and you better do a good job."
I frowned. On the one hand I really wanted that breakfast, but on the other hand I actually liked eating at the Y and Jasmine was pretty hot. I decided breakfast could wait and dropped down under the table, crawled over to Jasmine's chair, and started kissing her knees, working my way up her legs towards her thighs.
Jasmine scooched forward in the chair, moved her legs further apart, and sighed. "You can skip the foreplay, you're not doing this for your shy girlfriend. If you get a job as a stripper you'll be the new bitch, and you being there will mean less stage time and fewer tips for the other strippers. You'll need a way to make them happy, and that useless dick between your legs won't do it." She grabbed my hair again and jerked my head forward against her pussy. "So get to the damn clit and make it happen, Alain."
I grunted in surprise but ran my tongue up her slit until I felt the familiar bump and she jumped a little, then I got down to work. I did all my best moves, the alphabet, the reverse alphabet, the Canadian alphabet, the Konami cheat code, all the good stuff. Jasmine was getting wet, and I could feel her juices running down my chin.
The sight, taste, and smell of a wet pussy was making my cock super hard again, and I found out I could bounce it against my thigh and get a little jolt of pleasure if I wiggled my hips right. It felt so good, but I needed more. I kept licking and grabbed hold of the chair, and clamped my thighs together around my cock. I was jerking myself off now with short, rapid thrusts of my hips, pumping my ass back and forth, breathing through my nose, and working my tongue as hard as I could.
I could hear Jasmine's breathing getting harder, and started sucking on her clit. Some part of my super horny brain realized that if she came, I'd probably have to stop jerking off and I slowed down, trying to prolong my own pleasure. I was rocking my ass like a world-champion twerker, trying desperately to get off or at least make it last longer, but Jasmine was having none of it. "Don't you dare try to edge me, Alain. Get me off now or you'll be eating pussy and nothing else, all week."
I was pretty sure she didn't mean it, and tried to only go a little faster so I could keep jerking myself off, but then the wish took over and I really went to town. The stupid wish wouldn't let me say no, and the harder I fought the more it took over. I think I sprained my tongue eating her out. Her sharp intake of breath told me it was working. I was still trying to jerk myself off with my thighs, humping my legs even faster now, but that was just a distant sensation as my whole world turned into working her clit with my tongue.
I don't know how long I was at it but Jasmine finally jerked and twitched then let out a low moan. She pushed me back and I crawled out from under the table breathing heavily and looked up at her expectantly. My jaw ached, my knees were sore as hell, my cock was dripping pre-come like a leaky faucet, and I felt like I was getting a blister on my tongue. I looked up at her expectantly, and she looked down at me and shrugged while she took a bite of bacon.
Jasmine chewed and swallowed. "Well, it was better than the breakfast, but that wasn't really a high bar." She tossed me a piece of toast, stole the bacon off my plate, and got up to dump the rest of my breakfast in the garbage disposal then sat back down. "You're not going to be eating much unless you get better. A lot better."
"Hey..." I tried to look as insulted as someone kneeling on the floor topless with a hardon and a piece of toast can. "You came!" I wiped my chin off with the back of my hand, and rubbed her juices on my leg.
Jasmine shrugged. "And it was all right, but I've had better and you also didn't make any coffee." I started to protest again, and she held up a hand. "Look, you did okay for a guy. But you can't eat pussy like a guy and expect strippers to be impressed. You need to up your game and start eating pussy like a lesbian. And not a polite college girl lesbian until graduation either, I mean a keeps her nails trimmed short has a pierced tongue loves the hairy pussy dyke."
I flopped back so I was sitting on my butt, took a sad bite of my toast, and nodded. "Okay, Jasmine."
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Oh, and don't you have any control over that thing?" She pointed at my cock and frowned. "We'll figure out something to do with it, and don't worry, you'll get lots of practice eating cunt. Now do the dishes and meet me in the living room." I kept one eye on Jasmine as she walked away, and licked some eggs off her plate when I heard her start peeing in the bathroom. I loaded the dishes into the dishwater as she came out and went back into her bedroom. I was carefully hobbling into the living room as she came in wearing a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt.
"Okay." Jasmine flopped down on the couch and motioned me over. "Kneel down here." She pointed in front of her and I walked over and got down on my knees.
She frowned at me and arched one eyebrow. "You're getting better at the heels, although you still walk like a coal miner who severely needs to take a dump. You need to shave again, but you also need to figure out your stripper persona."
My nose wrinkled. "Persona? Like one of those hybrid cars?"
"That's a Prius, and you're an idiot. Persona, a personality, like a..." She exhaled and looked at the ceiling. "Like which character you're playing in a fighting game. But as a stripper."
"Oh!" I nodded. "I usually play the big buff guys with lots of power moves! Is there like a stripper equivalent of that?"
"Not really." Jasmine shook her head. "Why don't I take lead on this one? The tits are definitely going to be your best asset. I'm thinking for you we go cheerleader, sexy school girl, and MILF. You're going to need longer hair though. Hold still."
I was sweating again. My life seemed to be alternating between super horny and cold terror. Jasmine took hold of my hair and started pulling on it, gently then harder, just a constant steady pressure. The pressure continued and my scalp started to tingle. My eyes were wide open and I felt like I was going to pee on the floor.
"There we go." Jasmine smiled at me. "Now you can do pigtails!"
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." My brain felt like the time I snorted Pixie Sticks and chugged a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Finally words started coming out. "What just happened?!"
Jasmine smiled. "The genii said the wish lets me make body modifications to help you become a stripper. You needed longer hair to put up in pigtails or a ponytail, so the wish let me make it longer."
The words 'make it longer' rattled around in my head and connected with something. "So you could make... any part of my body longer?"
Jasmine evidently made the same connection. "Dammit Alain can you go three seconds without thinking about that absolute waste of skin between your legs?"
This wasn't great. She seemed pissed.
"If it would help you be a better stripper, I think I could give you a giant, huge, ridiculously immense cock, yes. You could have a baseball bat between your legs and balls the size of melons, but only if it would make you a better stripper." She leaned in close to me, and started talking in short, controlled bursts. "But I don't think it will Alain. And if I decide a smaller cock will make you a better stripper, I can do that too. I can turn that thing into a smooth, hairless bulge. I can make you a Ken doll, so you better. Stop. Thinking. About. Your. Cock. All. The. Time."
I nodded frantically. "Yes Jasmine, I'm sorry Jasmine! Please don't take my cock away Jasmine! I'll... I'll be a good stripper, and learn to tuck it back and hide it! It won't be a problem anymore!"
Jasmine glared. "We'll see how it works with the costumes. Which you need and don't have any money. Do you want my help getting your stripper costumes, Alain, or do you want to get them yourself?" She looked pointedly at the door.
I think there was some residual panic from the thought of my cock being disappeared, and the idea of being thrown out on the street naked with no money brought it right back to the surface. "Please help me Jasmine! Please! Please help me get my stripper costumes!"
"Great!" Jasmine smiled. "You can buy some of my old costumes, and I've got a way you can make some money!" She bounced back to her bedroom and tossed me a pair of sweatpants and another much too small top. "Put those on as a loan, because I am a kind and generous person."
I wasn't about to argue. I pulled the sweat pants on, and pulled the shirt over my head. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but it was better than nothing.
Jasmine pulled on socks and a pair of boots, and we stepped outside her apartment. She locked the door behind her and I followed her down the stairs, holding on the handrail and still wobbling on the heels. She stopped at the bottom and knocked loudly on another apartment door.
There was a long pause as I tried to work up the courage to ask what was going on and failed.
Jasmine knocked again, and the door finally opened a few inches, stopped by the security chain on the other side. A young man rubbed his eyes and looked out. "Jasmine? What the fuck you want, ice princess?"
Jasmine grinned. "Hey Julio, you know how you keep trying to get me to give you a blowjob? Well, my friend here owes me a favor, and I'm behind on rent, so..."
Julio did the math. I did the math. I was back to being terrified again, and started to wonder how fast I could run in these heels. But the wish was also doing its thing, and I shifted my hips as my cock started to get hard again. The idea of being sold, of being prostituted, in a shitty apartment to a stranger sounded so... well, it made my brain feel warm and cozy and nice.
The door shut and I breathed a sigh of relief, then it came back open all the way. Julio gestured grandly. "Come on in, ladies, and let's talk business!"
Jasmine slapped my ass and I walked in, with her following close behind. She grabbed my now long hair and pulled back, making my tits arch. "She's inexperienced but enthusiastic, and look at these titties! They're real, go ahead and take a handful and see for yourself!"
Julio grabbed my tits and started to maul them. "Not bad, I guess. But titties are like window shopping or free samples unless you stick it in a hole." He tried to look disinterested, but I felt a little proud of how his eyes kept coming back to my tits. He shrugged, but he was definitely getting an eye-full of my udders. "How much were you thinking?"
Jasmine pulled my shirt up and my tits popped out. I swallowed hard, and tried to smile. "For all this? I owe four hundred in rent, settle that and you'll be looking at these bouncing around with your dick in her mouth."
I could see his dick getting hard in his pants. I wasn't gay, but the idea filled me with shame and felt so sexy. The thought of servicing another man, of having his dick in my mouth was getting me all worked up. I wanted that shame and degradation, and gave my tits a sexy shake to make them bounce and licked my lips.
"Four hundred?! For a blowjob? Nah, no way, that's crazy. Eighty is standard, I could maybe go a hundred if she swallows." He tried to look bored, but I could see him swallow hard.
Jasmine shook her head. "Eighty is standard for a blowjob at a stoplight with a condom from a jaded hooker who just wants to get you off and get on to the next John as fast as possible. I'm offering a slutty, bareback, happy obedient desperate for the big D cock-sucking in the comfort of your own home from someone who wants that tube steak in her mouth. It's worth at least three hundred, and those are friend prices."
Ohhhhh... they were arguing over what my mouth was worth. This was a huge turn on, and I nodded and licked my lips lewdly at Julio. I kept telling myself I was just doing it for the stripper costumes, and to keep Jasmine from throwing me out, and because that stupid wish was making me, but my body didn't care. It wanted to be on its knees with a dick in my mouth, with a man who cared nothing for me using my body as a hole and a pair of jugs for his own pleasure. My knees went weak and I slid down until I was kneeling on the carpet. I thrust my chest out and moaned. "Please... I need it so bad..."
Jasmine made a "huh" of surprise sound, and Julio blinked several times. He shook his head and tried to argue with Jasmine some more, but couldn't seem to take his eyes off my titties. "Uhm, three hundred is crazy, that's..."
I crawled over to him and rubbed my cheek on the crotch of his jeans. "Please, I want your come in my mouth, I want to taste your big cock, I want to lick it and swallow your jizz."
"Two-hundred and an Xbox! Final offer!"
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." I couldn't see Jasmine's face, but it sounded like her brain was short circuiting and she was trying to regain some control of the situation. "Throw in your wifi password and it's a deal!"
"It's JuliosInternet12345!" He pushed my head away and unzipped his pants, shoving them down over the bulge of his hardon. I pushed back, trying to get to that delicious meat in my mouth, and then it was there. A big hard cock, right in front of my face, and thanks to a fucked up wish, a mean genii, and a stripper, I was going to suck it for money. I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and suddenly realized: I could have just had some costumes delivered with Amazon Prime.
"Smile for the camera, Alain!"
I looked over and winced as I saw Jasmine pointing her cell phone at my face. I gave her a weak, watery smile and of course Julio chose that moment to shove the head of his cock into my cheek, making it bulge obscenely. I fought to keep the smile plastered on as he pulled his cock out and slapped me with it, leaving a long trail of spit on my cheek. A badly worded wish had gotten me here, and an evil genii I thought was my friend had planted a big pair of tits on my chest. Now I was doomed to learn to be a stripper as a kinky, big titted babe who couldn't say no and it had been a real yo-yo of experiences so far.
"Hey, send me a copy of that, okay?" Julio shoved his dick back in my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it and closed my eyes, trying to ignore what was happening in my mouth.
"Only if you make the bitch earn that money. Really give it to her Julio, fuck that two hundred right out of her face!"
"Oh I fucking will, but you better record it in landscape mode. Portrait is bullshit!" Julio grabbed my hair and used it like a leash to jerk my head forward on his cock with even more enthusiasm. He wasn't huge or anything, but his dick still hit the back of my throat and set off a round of gagging, which lead to some explosive drooling, which ran down my chin and coated my boobs.
I tried to say something, but Julio was working his cock over my lips pretty much however he liked and the words just came out as garbled syllables. The idea of sucking dick for money had started out hot, and I was even kind of turned on by the idea. A dick in my mouth, me on my knees, swallowing his hot load for money then picking up his cash and sauntering out while he flopped down on the couch and tried to catch his breath. The reality was his dick tasted like sweaty socks, his ball hair was rubbing on my chin, my knees hurt from his scratchy carpet, and my jaw was already sore.
Jasmine didn't seem to care though, and just leered down at me from the other side of her phone. "Tell me how much you like sucking that dick, you little whore."
Damnit, give a bitch a camera and she thinks she's Michael Bay all of a sudden. Julio let me slide his cock out, and I swallowed hard and smiled. "Oh, I want that yummy cock lollipop in my mouth, sir! I want to suck it so bad! Please give me another taste of yummy cock, please!" I had started out just going along to get along and take a breath that wasn't strained through his thick pubes, but by the end I was starting to feel warm and tingly again. Apparently by genie magic standards blowjobs weren't kinky, but talking dirty while giving a blowjob for the camera was.
Maybe I could use this... I shoved his cock in my mouth as far as I could, wrapped my lips around it as tight as I could, and sucked and moved my head back. His cock slid out of my lips with a pop, and I licked them and purred. "Oh yeah, I need that jizz in my mouth! Give me a mouthful of come to fill up my belly with!" I worked up a good mouthful of spit and put his dick in my mouth again. I guess I was getting used to the taste, because it wasn't as bad, and I got another hit of pleasure.
I was kind of starting to get into it again. Imagining people watching the video Jasmine was making me feel even warmer and more tingly, and I started trying to do the moves I've seen in porno movies, shoving his cock into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat, hacking up lots of spit, and looking up and making eye contact. He wasn't really panting, just rocking back and forth on his heels and praying in Spanish, but fuck it I was doing my job. I even tried shoving his cock far enough in my mouth that I could stick my tongue out and lick his balls, but that must have been like experienced veteran level dick sucking, and I was just a beginner.
My knees were still sore, but I didn't notice it as much, and I could see Jasmine smirking at me from the side. Ohhhhhhhhh... All of a sudden I felt really good. Having a live audience made it feel way better. There was a rushing sound in my ears, and I felt like I was flying. It was a lot like the time I drank way too much Red Bull and vodka while I was painting a basement with no open windows or fans or anything. I felt amazing, like I was having an out of body experience. Maybe I was. I had Julio's cock so far in my mouth his balls were smashed against my chin, and I could see my throat swelling and contracting around his dick. My hands were clamped on his ass, and Julio was on his tiptoes with his head thrown back and his eyes clamped shut in what I guessed was either ecstasy or horrible pain.
Then it sounded like he was praying in Spanish, and I could feel his dick twitching in my mouth. Come dribbled out, and it didn't taste good. Kind of like spoiled milk and the texture was really gross, like watery gravy, but my cock got so hard I could feel my asshole clenching. Jasmine was laughing at me, and Julio was kind of patting my shoulders. Wow it tasted bad! Julio stepped back and his cock popped out of my mouth. I wanted to spit the spunk out of my mouth onto the carpet, but instead I turned to face the camera. Being recorded and Jasmine laughing at me gave me enough of a rush to force myself to swallow.
But only after I'd opened my mouth, given a come filled grin, and then closed my eyes in pretend bliss. I licked my lips after and mugged for the camera with a big dumb fake grin. "Yummy!" All things considered I felt like I did a pretty good acting job, and I flopped down on my ass. My chest jiggled at me, but I was too tired to enjoy it, and my knees were super relieved.
Jasmine put her phone away and turned to Julio. "Money, please. You came, she swallowed. Two hundred dollars, no traveler's checks or coupons. And one Xbox."
Julio groaned but pulled his pants up and walked into his bedroom. He shut the door behind him, but came out with a milk crate with the game console, a bunch of cords, and a wad of cash in his hand. He dropped them in Jasmine's hand and frowned at her. "Fucking pimps." Then he turned to leer at me. I was desperately wishing I had a breath mint and had pulled my shirt back down, but that didn't keep him from staring at my tits. "Hey baby, if you ever get lonely look me up. I'll show you a good time and it won't have to be all business."
Jasmine punched his arm hard enough he winced and walked towards the door. "Forget it, we've got an exclusive deal for now. But she'll be dancing at the club soon, if you want to come in for some more time with her. Speaking of, come on Alain, we have a lot of work to do."
I stood up and followed Jasmine out of the apartment. The door shut behind us and I heard the rattle of locks as we trudged up the stairs. I pulled out the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing, and looked down. My dick was still half hard, and I think I could literally see my balls turning blue from being so turned on and not coming.
Jasmine let us in, and gave me a nod. "All right, so you've got eighty bucks." She handed me the cash, and I started sputtering.
"Hey, it was two-hundred and the Xbox!"
"Oh sweety, manager takes sixty percent. That's standard. And you don't have a television right now, so let's not worry about the Xbox until then, okay?" She peeled off some cash and handed it to me, then put the milk crate down by her television. "Now, you wanted to buy some stripper costumes right? AND the clothes you're in now are mine, so hand them over."
I peeled off the shirt and pants, and reluctantly handed them to her. Fuck, even that simple thing made me hot and horny again.
Jasmine took the shirt and pants and laughed. "First, we'll have to do something about that though."
"What?" I looked at her in confusion, then followed her gaze down to my crotch. "Oh." My dick was hard, and bouncing in the air. "That."
"Yes, that. Don't worry, I have a few ideas."
I whimpered, and was pretty sure that wage theft was going to be the least of my problems for awhile.
"Oh for fuck's sake Alain! Come on!"
I grimaced, and pulled my boobs apart to stare down at my dick. The head was sticking out of my panties and I think it winked back at me. That's panties, plural, by the way. The top pair was bright red, and Jasmine had me in three pairs of tight panties. She was trying to teach me how to tuck my dick back, but the treacherous beast kept getting hard and shooting out the waistband or one of the leg holes every time I started gyrating and thinking about people getting off to my tits. She had started out in a pretty good mood...
"Okay, you just push your balls up into the inguinal canal and pull your dick back between your legs. Then clamp your thighs together, hold your dick with your legs, pull the panties up tight, and voila!"
I experimentally lifted my balls. My legs were spread wide, and my boobs kept blocking my vision. Even worse, I kept getting hard. Jasmine watching me, seeing me naked, showing off all my goods really got me going, but I still wasn't sure about this. She had explained the whole thing while I shaved my body again, and now we were taking it for a test run. "Uhm, up into my linguini canal? They'll come back out right?"
"No, they'll get lodged in your nostrils and be gone forever." Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Of course they'll come back out, they go up there during sex all the time. Just push them up, unless you'd rather have your panties smashing them all the time. And it's inguinal, not linguini."
Panties. My panties. The thought sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I was going to be wearing these tiny, sexy, brightly colored panties, and people would see me in them. I closed my eyes, and swallowed hard. "Okay, balls go up, dick goes back, clamp my legs, pull up the panties, and..." I pulled my boobs apart again and looked down. "Hey!" I looked like a girl down there. All smooth, not even a bulge really. Like, I could feel my dick between my legs, the panties holding it in place, but I really looked like a girl down there. "That's kind of cool, I should take some pictures of this to jerk off to later!"
Jasmine made the face that meant I should stop talking, so I just let go of my boobs and stood up straight. "Still good?"
"Yep, with that rack and your new hair most people would never guess you had a dumb stick between your legs. And some wouldn't care. Now give me a strut, shake your boobs, and imagine a bunch of horny dudes around you waving dollar bills they want to tuck into your... ah come on, really?"
Things had gone down hill from there. We addded panties but my dick kept escaping, and despite a fistfull of cash and a new Xbox from the downstairs neighbor I blew Jasmine was getting pretty ticked off. She was taking her end of turning me into a hot stripper babe pretty seriously, and despite being totally naked I was starting to sweat. I mumbled "Sorry..." and pulled the panties back down, getting ready to arrange myself again.
Then Jasmine grabbed my balls, squeezed, and pulled up. "I could just make it go away Alain. You know the wish lets me control your body if it will make you a better stripper. I could make you look like a tennis ball down there, with just a little hole to pee out of. Do I need to do that, Alain?"
"No, no, no, Jasmine, I'll get it..." I stood up on my tiptoes to try to lessen the pressure but Jasmine kept pulling. "I'll get it Jasmine, please!"
I could feel her grip loosen, and she was frowning a little less... then it happened. I was looking down at my monster whoppers, and they were almost touching Jasmine's titties, and they were smaller but cute as hell, and I kind of leaned in and they were touching, and I started imagining us kissing and grinding our boobs together while people all around us cheered and cat-called... and my cock got hard again.
My eyes widened as Jasmine's narrowed. She let go of my balls and jumped back and wiped her hand on her jeans. "That's it! Kiss your cock and balls good-bye!"
"Jasmine, wait, please, don't do that! I'm sorry, just that you're so hot, and, and, and this wish is making things all weird, and my body is doing a lot of things I don't understand! We'll figure something else out. Like duct tape!"
Jasmine glared at me, but she finally exhaled and stomped into her bedroom. I let out a deep breath, and she came back out with something in her hand, and handed it to me. It was a metal ring, and a metal cage shaped, well, shaped kind of like a dick actually. I got a sinking feeling in my gut. "Uh, what's this for?
The grin on Jasmine's face was straight out of shark week. "It will help solve your little problem. This..." she pointed at the ring. "Goes around your balls. And this..." She pointed to the cage. "Hooks to it and it keeps your cock from getting hard. Now, if you want me to make your cock and balls go away, just stand there with that dumb look on your face. If you want it locked up instead, get down on your knees and beg for it."
When I had wished for a kinky babe this wasn't what I had in mind, but I didn't want to lose my dick. I got down on my knees, licked my lips, and said in a quiet voice, "Jasmine, please lock my dick up."
I was looking at the floor, but I could hear Jasmine snort. "You're asking. You better figure out begging if you want to keep that useless thing."
I sighed, but leaned forward and kissed her shoes.They were dirty sneakers, but I guess I started getting turned on again. I scooched my knees back to get lower, and licked the toes of her shoes. "Please Jasmine lock up my cock." Lick. "Please put it in that tiny cage." Lick. "Please lock it up so it can't get even a little bit hard."
Jasmine lifted her shoe up so I could get to the sole of the shoe, and I could her breathing harder.
"Please lock my filthy cock up in a tiny metal cage." Lick. The bottom of the shoe tasted horrible, but I could feel my dick throbbing as I humiliated myself. "Please put my dick in a tiny cage Jasmine!" I couldn't think straight any more, it was just mumbled pleading and licking. I was lying flat on the floor, contorting my neck to lick her shoes, and rubbing my hard-on against the carpet, desperate for an orgasm.
Then I was on my back, and Jasmine was sitting on my knees and wrangling my balls through the metal ring. One went through pretty easy, but clenched my fists and ground my teeth together when she pulled my other ball through. The she flicked my penis until it got soft and pulled it through the ring too, and started working the cage on. I didn't think there was any way it would fit, but Jasmine smashed my dick into it until the cage slid into some posts sticking out of the ring, and jiggled it around until she could slide a lock into it. She twisted the key in the lock, pulled it out, and gave the cage a pull.
It jerked on my balls, but didn't come off. Jasmine pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside, then took a double handful of my titties. She started massaging them, then leaned down and licked one of my nipples. I arched my back and moaned, then let out an explosive breath. My dick was trying to get hard, and pushing against the metal of the cage. And damn it hurt.
Jasmine laughed and stood up. She nudged my balls with her foot. "Now, get your panties on and let's try this again."
Looking back, when the cage went on that was when things started getting weird between me and Jasmine. I mean, I don't think a lot of people end up with three wishes, use two of them, and still end up as a big tittied stripper trainee with a whole laundry list of new kinks. And Jasmine got sucked in too. At first I thought she was just doing it for cash, but I started to think the wish was nudging her in certain directions, mainly ones that involved me doing things that turned me on in spite of myself.
At first, it felt like we were equals or even partners, like Scooby and Shaggy. But once Jasmine put the chastity cage on me I started feeling like I was her bitch, like Velma and Daphne in this movie I watched on a shady Russian streaming site one night. Velma had this belt with a dick on it, and Daphne was on all fours making barnyard animal sounds and... Well anyway, Jasmine started to get really bossy once the cage was on me, and it just didn't seem like it was about the money for her anymore. I think she started liking it, you know, down there.
I stopped daydreaming and let out a muffled yelp and stood up on my toes. Jasmine had hooked a dog leash to the front of the cage, and jerked it behind me and up my ass crack. It was weird that she had a leash but not a dog, but that was the least of my concerns right now. That metal chain was cold as hell in my butt crack, and my balls couldn't figure out what to do or where to go. They couldn't sneak into my body anymore, the ring of the chastity cage held them outside my bilingual canal. The ring was too tight for them to squeeze through and escape too, and there wasn't anywhere else for them to go. That didn't stop Jasmine. She held the leash up, pulling it as far as she could, and barked an order. "Panties up!"
I whimpered around the ball gag in my mouth and pulled my panties up. Jasmine had added the ball gag after she got tired of my (as she called it) "whining punk ass bitch bullshit." I thought I was a pretty tough dude, but this cage and trying to tuck my dick back fucking hurt. But the wish wouldn't let me say no or disobey, so I pulled up the panties. We, well Jasmine, had decided to start with something easier to hide my junk with and I was in a pair of granny panties now. Big, pale blue, no lace or frills panties that covered about as much as tightie whiteys. They were a hell of a lot less sexy, but Jasmine thought they stood a better chance of hiding my cock than the frilly, lacy things we had started out with.
"Thighs together!" Jasmine again, sounding like a drill sergeant. I inched my legs together until my balls were thoroughtly smooshed and felt the drool running down my chin from the gag. She was behind me doing something with the waistband of the panties, the leash, and a roll of tape. I finally couldn't stay on my tiptoes anymore and let my feet fall down on the floor. My balls didn't hurt any worse, but they didn't hurt any less either.
"All right! I think we've finally got it!" Jasmine came around front with a grin and looked at my crotch. The grin disappeared. She looked me in the eye and sighed, then looked back at my crotch. "For fuck's sake, it looks like you shit your panties Alain."
My eyes widened and I shook my head.
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "I know you didn't, and no, I'm not into that. At all."
I sighed in relief as she rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes and ran her hand through her short cropped hair. I stood very still and tried not to move or think any sexy thoughts. I didn't need my dick making this worse.
Jasmine shook her head for a few more seconds then sighed. "Turn around."
I spun around in a circle, then there was a burning sensation as Jasmine yanked the duct tape off of my back. She yanked my panties down and unhooked the leash, then tossed it on the floor. She even unbuckled the strap to the ball gag in my mouth. "Take a break, sit down, I need to think about this. I guess those hours watching MacGyver were wasted."
I swallowed some extra spit, ran my hand across my chin, wiped the drool off where it had run down onto my boobs, and worked my jaw in relief. I went ahead and kicked the panties the rest of the way off, used my hand to arrange my balls so they weren't smashed between my thighs, and got comfortable on the floor. The carpet was old, almost worn through, and felt like sandpaper on my butt but it was better than standing there while Jasmine tried to wrangle my cock around like a reluctant terrier.
She took a drink from her cup of coffee and kind of stared at me without looking at me while she thought out loud. "With the cage on, you can't hide your balls. With the cage off, you can't control your cock. If we tuck your balls back first, nothing to hold the cock cage on." She didn't seem ticked off, just like she was making a grocery list. "What the fuck am I going to do with you?"
It didn't feel like she wanted an answer. It was quiet for awhile. I was starting to get nervous and sweat even though it was pretty cold in the apartment and I was naked. I tried to close my legs a couple of more times, to stop her staring, but I wanted her to see me locked up in the chastity cage. I really liked that she had a key to my rod, and I couldn't get hard without her permission. Not even a little bit.
It was dumb. How could I be this interested in a chick not letting me get off? But there it was. I felt... cherished? Like a really old snow globe. Jasmine was invested in my orgasms 24 hours a day while I was locked up. Even if she wasn't thinking about it while she was asleep, or on the can, or playing video games, there was another person who had as much invested in my orgasms as I did. It was kind of awesome, and I kind of wanted to keep doing it. It was kind of a warm, fuzzy feeling being locked up and on display like this, showing how much control she had over me. I wanted to feel it more, to wake up feeling like that, to be reminded when my team scored a home run and I stood up too fast.
But Jasmine seemed to think the cage was incompatible with stripping, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what else she would come up with on her own. Time to play some defense, and I had a pretty good idea. "Uhm, maybe I could be a stripper in a wheelchair and keep a blanket over my lap? Like that one president with the water polo injury? I think I could hide the whole thing with a blanket, no problem."
Jasmine blinked then frowned. "FDR? Okay, no, because first of all he had polio, and polio is not sexy no matter how big your tits are. And second of all, no because not a lot of people want a lap dance from a person in a wheelchair. You'd get tire treads on their pants, and that's not great."
She had shot down my idea, but at least she was talking again. Then she went the direction I had hoped she wouldn't go. "Are you sure you don't want me to just give you a pussy and remove that thing? I get that it's probably your best friend, but it's also super inconvenient right now."
I shook my head frantically. "No, please don't! Please don't take it away Jasmine! You're super smart, you can figure something out!" My tits jiggled as I shook my head, but I couldn't even enjoy that right now. Being locked up was one thing, but losing my dick entirely was a whole new level of nope.
She tried to stop but I could see the corner of her mouth starting to smile. Her voice went up an octave, and she started teasing me, drawing out her words and talking to me like you'd talk to a puppy or something. "Oh, but Alain, you'd barely miss it! It's so tiny! You'd never satisfy a woman with it anyway! That's the smallest cage I have and you barely fill it! I've tried stuffing other cocks in it and they didn't even fit, but your sad little nub of-And oh, you have got to be kidding me!" I think she was really starting to enjoy herself, but her voice went back to ticked off there at the end.
I pulled my boobs apart and looked down. My penis was straining against the cage. It hurt, and I could actually see the flesh bulging out between the wire bars. It was going harder than that train engine going up the side of the mountain, but unlike the train engine it had nowhere to go. It just pulled the ring around my balls tight, and left me sore and super turned on. I could even see a little precome starting to ooze out. I wanted nothing more than to put my head between Jasmine's thighs while my dick strained against that cage, but the mood seemed to have been ruined. I put a hand out, "Jasmine, I'm sorry! It's not me, it's the wish making me all horny for this kinky stuff! Please don't take it away, please, we'll think of something!"
Jasmine sighed and looked away, which gave me a little relief. She took several deep breaths. "Okay, Alain, I will consider letting you keep that repulsive thing, but we're going to have to do something I didn't want to do."
"Sure, yes, thank you, thank you for letting me keep my cock!" I actually got on my knees and crawled over in front of her. I don't think it was even the wish, I was just terrified at the idea that I wouldn't have my Little Al anymore. My big boobs swayed beneath me, and I tried not to imagine how it would feel to have hands sinking deep into the heavy, soft flesh and knead them like bread dough. Ugh! Focus, Al, focus!
"Shut-up, and listen, and maybe you'll get to keep your sad little penis." She still wasn't happy, but it seemed like the immediate crisis was averted. I nodded and kept my eyes focused on the floor between her shoes and tried to not think of boobs. My boobs. My big, round, fuckbag dammit I needed to focus here!
Jasmine shifted in her chair and spoke to me slowly and calmly. "Here's what we're going to do. Or you're going to do. There's a club in town, but it's selective. And the strippers there also do a lot of sex work. But the customers are open to a stripper with a big rack and a dick. Or at least they have been in the past."
"That sounds perfect, great!"
"Shut. Up." I shut up, and Jasmine continued. "I had planned to get you work stripping at the same place I work at, where things would have been a lot easier for both of us. But if you're really determined to keep your penis, that's a deal breaker for them. Pussy only. Instead we'll work on your routine while we make the rounds and meet the people we need to meet to get you in there." She reached down, grabbed my chin, and pulled my head up to look her in the eyes. "They don't sell liquor, so you'll pay a door fee and you'll pay another fee for every dance that goes to the club owner, the bouncers, and the DJ. And as your manager I take 25% off the top, before any fees."
My face must have dropped, because she rolled her eyes. "Math is what's worrying you right now?! Christ on a defective dildo, I'll show you how to set up an Excel sheet on a phone, it'll do all the math for you. You won't even have to add your tips up, just count how many bills of each denomination you get and put it in at the end of the night You can count, right?"
"Yes, thank you! I can count!" I needed to cut my losses here before I lost my penis. "That sounds great, thank you!"
"Yeah, well, there's one more problem." She paused. "My ex runs the place. So that's not great, and you'll have to jump through some extra hoops."
I cringed, but nodded. I had a nasty breakup with my second girlfriend myself, and she worked at the gas station with the best hot dogs in town. I called her some things I regretted later, and she cut off my hot dogs, cold turkey. Which now that I thought about it, was kind of what I was trying to avoid here. I had learned my lesson though, and played it a lot cooler this time. "Okay, thank you Jasmine, thank you!"
"You're welcome." Her voice was softer at least.
It got quiet again, and I cleared my throat.
She didn't even consider it before speaking. "Nope, don't even ask. The cage stays on until you are a fully trained and working stripper. Work hard, do a good job and maybe I'll allow an orgasm, but I want you to be very motivated to improve and that seems to be the only thing you really care about. Sound good?"
I was hoping to jerk off to the memory of how it felt to be locked up, but not actually be locked up, which sounded like the best of both worlds, but at least this plan left my dick an outie rather than an innie. "Yes, yes, that sounds great, thank you!"
She stood up and dragged me upright by my hair. Somehow my dick was still pushing against the cage, and my nipples were even hard, but Jasmine either didn't notice or didn't care. "Okay, I guess you need to learn how to dance. The problem is, you're a fucking idiot. So, here's what we're going to do." She dragged a rolled up mat out of the closet, layed it on the floor, and started messing with stuff on the tv stand.
A dance video game filled the screen, and Jasmine pointed to the mat. "Dance, Alain. Dance like your filthy, nasty little cock depends on it. Because it does."
"Yes, Jasmine!" I tapped the start button in the middle of the big pad on the floor, looked down at the symbols, and arranged my feet. I skipped the tutorial because I'm not a schmuck, and started dancing. The weird part was, I played this game a couple of times before and hated it, but now I was kind of enjoying it. I started to wonder why, but luckily I didn't have time to think about it too much.
You know, video game peripheral designers might not have considered that someone would be using their stuff to learn to strip so that they didn't lose their penis. If they had, those floor pads for dance games would have been sturdier and wouldn't say you didn't tap the X button even though you totally did. Which was why I was currently flipping off the television with both hands and shouting "Come on! I nailed that you piece of shit!"
That's the long way of saying things weren't going great, overall. I could get a decent rhythm going, and was even getting used to anticipating which way my boobs would go and working with them rather than against them, but the stupid game kept screwing me over. "I almost had high score there!" I turned around to look at Jasmine who was supervising from the couch.
She frowned, crunched a carrot, and shook her head. "The score doesn't really matter, sweetie. You have bigger problems." She looked pointedly at the bra on the floor and then the rest of the clothes in turn.
What was she talking about? I was practicing to be a stripper, I had to strip. "Uhm, I don't get it. Could you help me out?" I paused the game so it would shut up, and turned to face her. Jasmine's good mood was all that was keeping my penis locked in a metal cage (which I had mixed feelings about) and not turned into a vagina (which I had definite feelings about), so I was pretty invested in keeping her happy and played it cool.
"Well, it's supposed to be a strip *tease.* You on the other hand tear your clothes off like they're on fire in the first fifteen seconds of every song. Then you just sort of... march in place and flail boobily for the next three or four minutes. I can blame part of that on the game, but watching you juggle your tits for three minutes gets old. Even though they are amazing tits."
I blushed and bit my lip and nodded as Jasmine continued. "You want to work the crowd. Tease them, get them horny, make them give you the money to take the next piece of clothing off. You're giving them the whole show for free. It's very male fantasy, you'll be popular as hell with those jugs flopping all over the place, but you won't make much money."
"Huh, okay." I was starting to see her point. I loved playing with my tits. Even when it made my cock try to get hard and push against its cage it still felt so good it cut the pain down to something manageable. But Jasmine had a point. It was like I was fast forwarding through the talking part of a porno. Okay if you were jerking off by yourself, but you didn't do it if you were trying to get your girlfriend in the mood. "I need to, like, pace myself."
"Yeah, exactly." Jasmine actually gave me an approving nod. "Put your bra, shirt, panties and skirt back on."
I reassembled my outfit while Jasmine did something on her phone. Once I was clothed I stood up straight and she nodded at me. "Okay, every time there's a chorus you take off one, and only one, piece of clothing. Got it?" She didn't wait for me to answer, and a tinny version of "Pour Some Sugar on Me" started playing on the phone.
I started the game again and listened for the chorus. I was wearing some of Jasmine's old clothes and they didn't fit that great, but in the middle of the first chorus my top came off. Second chorus the bra hit the floor (thankfully, those things are not comfortable and I was bustier than Jasmine so stuffing my boobs in the cups was an experience). I concentrated on the music and at the third chorus my skirt came off. As the last chorus started my panties came off, and my caged dick came into view. I decided to go for broke and playfully waved at Jasmine before blowing her a kiss and tossing them to her as the song ended.
She snorted a laugh, but also smiled. "That was not terrible. You could have possibly gone to an amateur night and not completely embarassed yourself. Nice job!"
I beamed in gratitude. I had kind of enjoyed that even. When I was imagining people looking at me, seeing me, encouraging me to show more of my skin, it got me all hot and bothered. When I imagined taking my clothes off for their pleasure, showing them my body, and even debasing myself to fulfill their fantasies I got really hot and bothered.
"Now do it again, and move slower. You can't just juggle your tits for the last half of the song either, move around the room, let people see you from different angles."
I frowned, juggling my boobs was pretty awesome. I don't think my brain had gotten used to them yet, and it still felt I was playing with someone else's if I closed my eyes. But I nodded and put my clothes back on, then gave Jasmine another nod when I was ready.
She put me through my paces for awhile. A few different songs, and she even brought out some different outfits for me to try. I was a slutty teacher, a slutty schoolgirl, a slutty librarian, a sluttly nurse, a slutty MILF, and a slutty secretary. I wanted to be a slutty doctor or at least a slutty dentist but I think you need a college degree for that.
I was still pretty damn turned on by the whole thing, but it turns out stripping is also good cardio and I was sweaty and panting (not in a fun way) by the time we were done. My cock also felt like it was going to rip my balls off trying to get an erection in that damn cage, but I wasn't willing to push my luck on it with Jasmine again.
"All right, that's enough practice for today."
I nodded in relief.
"We have some other things we need to take care of, anyway."
And then I cringed in sudden fear. Other things could cover a lot of territory.
"Come on." Jasmine stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
I perked up. Maybe a shower was in the future. I hadn't had a shower since I appeared naked in the strip club and Jasmine shaved me, and between blowing dudes, all the time I spent on the floor, and practicing stripping I was starting to feel kind of gross.
"Stand there." Jasmine pointed to a spot in front of the mirror over the sink and I shuffled over to stand on the ancient yellow linoleum. I could see my boobs reflected back, with my head above them. It looked like a really weird phone picture filter. Then Jasmine was standing behind me, and reaching her hands up.
I swallowed hard, wondering what was going to happen next. Was she going to give those big funbags a massage? Was lesbian sex on the way? Instead she put her hands on my cheeks, and murmured in my ear. "Stand still, I'm not sure how this works."
I froze. I was pretty sure she knew how lesbian sex worked, so she must be talking about something else. And then I got the worse ice cream headache of my life. Her fingers kind of sunk into my cheeks and she started moving things around. Like bones, my literal bones were being moved around inside my face! I pissed myself right then and there, pee hitting the cage and running down my leg, but Jasmine didn't stop.
I could even hear her voice in my ear, "There, much better. Much more feminine."
My chin was a little pointier, and my face more heart shaped. She ran her fingers over my lips and they were plumper and thicker, and I think a little redder even. I was freaking the fuck out as she moved my cheekbones higher, and even massged my nose a little to give it a cute little button shape.
While my bladder kept trying to find more piss and my brain melted Jasmine kept her monologue going. "Oh, and look at those big, plump lips Alain. They're only good for one thing, you know."
I knew, but had other things on my mind. Her hands wandered down to my throat, and somehow she massaged away my Adam's apple. I knew she was behind me, but all I could see in the mirror were her hands, these disembodied hands, rearranging me and making me look more like a girl. She ran a finger over my eyebrows, and they were thinner and shorter, then she took hold of my hair and pulled back. I had been meaning to get it cut, and it was pretty shaggy, but it was still definitely a dude haircut length. Then it grew. As Jasmine pulled on it my hair got longer until it was down to my shoulders. She frizzed it up, running her hands through it, and when she took them away I had long, curly, definite girl hair.
My brain was still doing one long scream, but I could hear Jasmine's voice in my ear again. "There we go, you want it long enough for pigtails. People will see them and imagine using them as handles as they fuck your little whore mouth. They won't be able to resist when they know they can grab hold of your cute little pigtails and make you give them their money's worth."
Jasmine was rocking her hips and grinding her pussy into the back of my leg, enjoying the hell out of herself. She took one of my hands, then the other, and lifted them up so she could see them in the mirror. She massaged the fingers, working her way down the palm, and they were smaller and more delicate. Where the fuck did the rest of my hand go?! But Jasmine just purred, "There you go. Dicks look so much bigger in tiny hands."
She did the other hand, then smiled and let go of me. My mouth hung open, and I couldn't remember how to breathe. There was a girl version of me, staring back at me in the mirror. I had been a dude with big tits, but still a dude. Now... now... now I was a woman! Unless you got into my pants, you'd think I was totally a chick! I still kind of looked like me, but like my twin sister. My brain couldn't process it, and was just locked into this holding pattern with my mouth hanging open.
Then Jasmine sighed and smiled. "Oh, that's a good idea! One more thing." She reached her fingers into my mouth, grabbed my tongue, and pulled. My tongue came out of my mouth, caught, then got longer. Like three inches longer.
Jasmine nodded and licked her lips. "Get in the shower, on your knees. I want to try this out."
Now normally, I am a guy who loves a good box lunch. But the sight of these changes, and my tongue hanging way down past my chin, drool already sliding off of it, made me lose my shit. I freaked the fuck out and turned around. "Change me back!" I shouted, and my voice was higher, more feminine now. Some part of my brain that still worked figured out she must have done it when she removed my Adam's apple, but that didn't help. The rest of my brain was still in running around hair on fire lizard brain fight or flight mode. "Change me the fuck back!"
I grabbed her hands and put them on my face. "Just, just make it go back! Right now! Or... or... or I'll kick your ass!" I glared at her, let go of her hands, and gave her a shove.
Jasmine took a step back but then her eyes got really cold, and really wide, and I realized the mistake I made. I shut up and started to apologize right away, but she stepped forward and got all up in my business.
"Oh fuck no, I was being nice and helping you and you threaten me?" She put her hands back on my face and I flinched, but made myself keep my hands down. Her hands went to work again, and I felt the bones shifting. I kept mumbling apologies, but it didn't matter. When she was done she turned me around, and held my face in front of the mirror. Instead of the cute button nose I had a very upturned nose that looked like a pig's.
Jasmine's reflection glared back at me. "It can get a lot worse, Alain. Don't think it can't. You made the wish, you signed on for this, and that genie loves fucking people over. I've been toeing the line so far, but I can do things to you that are right out of nightmares, and the genie will go right along with it every step of the way." She gave my hair a jerk and put her mouth right by my ear. "I might even get a bonus if I do really fucked up shit."
"Yes Jasmine, I'm sorry Jasmine, so sorry, I just freaked out a little..." I kept mumbling apologies and she kept glaring at me.
"Shut up." She didn't shout it, just said it very calmly and quietly, which was somehow scarier.
I shut up.
"Clean your piss up off my floor. Take a shower. We're going to a party tonight to meet the club owner, and your name for the night is 'Piggy.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" I nodded frantically.
"You answer to Piggy, if anyone asks, your name is Piggy."
"My name is Piggy, I got it, yes, thank you!" I was babbling now.
"You are going to do whatever you need to do to get a spot dancing at this club. Understood, Piggy?"
I almost broke my neck I was nodding so hard.
"Fine." She let go of my hair and stomped out of the bathroom. For a little chick she could make a lot of noise when she wanted to. I let out a long breath and swallowed. My ass unclenched. My armpits were flooded with sweat. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a really cute girl, with a very piglike nose. Who would be meeting people and telling them her name was Piggy. And begging to be allowed to work as a kinky stripper at some weird club. I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and started mopping up my piss as I thought about all the things they might make me do. All the things I kind of sort of hoped that would "make" me do.
And then I looked down and sighed. Little Al was purple and red from trying to push through the bars of the chastity cage. At least one part of me was having a good time.
I was sitting on a subway bench, staring at my reflection in the dirty glass. I looked like a girl version of me, maybe a sister or something. I was kind of cute, I thought, except for the upturned nose. I couldn't decide if I looked like a girl who might be a dude, or a dude who looked like a girl. Like, would people be more likely to say, "Hey, that guy looks really girly" or "Hey, that chick looks kind of like a dude?" I guess the giant tits on my chest might sway the jury towards chick who looks kind of like a dude as long as they didn't look under my skirt.
And most of that tit meat was on display tonight. Half the dudes in the subway car were openly drooling over the amount of cleavage I had on display, and the others kept looking around and just happening to let their gaze linger when they got to where I was sitting. Jasmine had loaned me a tube top, but she was a few sizes smaller than me and it had been a bitch to get on. It worked down a little with each breath, and I had to keep pulling it up to keep my nipples under wraps. She hadn't offered me a bra, and everything was super on display.
The thing was, I was loving the attention. It made me feel warm and fuzzy to have all those eyes on my bod. And if I didn't really focus on anything else I got all warm and fuzzy and stopped thinking. Then I would start breathing harder and the nipples would make a break for it. The pain from my dick trying to get hard in the chastity cage helped me focus, which was good because I also had to keep my legs together or I'd be giving the people opposite me a show right up the short skirt I was wearing.
So I kept my legs closed, took shallow breaths, and gripped the flip-flops I was wearing with my toes as hard as I could. I had a lot of skin on display and wanted as little as possible of it touching the filthy subway car. The skirt and flip flops were more loans from Jasmine, and a couple of sizes small.
I chanced a glace sideways. She was sitting with an empty space between us, and staring so hard not even these horny idiots tried to sit down in the open seat. The train rolled to a stop, people filed off and on, and then it started again.
I cleared my throat, which was now a few octaves higher. "So, uh, which stop is ours?"
"Shut the fuck up Alain." Jasmine was a tiny blonde with a buzz cut. She had nice sized tits that looked a lot bigger than they were on her small frame. Still, even with her tiny size she could seem real scary, like a chick version of Joe Pesci but without the accent. She bit off her words. "What the fuck was that?"
"I'm-" I started to apologize for like the fiftieth time.
"I told you to shut the fuck up." The other people on the subway car moved away a little as she continued. "You're going to get this gig, I'm going to get the rest of my money, and then I'm going to forget you exist. Understood?"
I just nodded. It wasn't ideal, I really liked her boobs, but maybe if I could get away from her for awhile I could figure out how to use my third wish to unfuck this situation.
"Fine." She stood up and started walking towards the door. "This is our stop."
I lurched to my feet, and of course my nipples took the chance to stage a jailbreak. I flashed everyone in the car, one guy spilled his slurpee, and all the attention had my nipples hard and the friction as I pulled my top back up didn't help. And of course my dick gave another surge which was immediately blocked by the metal cage it was stuck in. I walked off the subway with a grimace, a grunt, and a couple of jiggles. On impulse I turned around when I was on the other side of the doors, pulled my top down and juggled my tits for the people on the car as the doors closed and it drove away. I pulled my top up and blew them a kiss with a smile as all their heads turned to watch me.
The pain from my cock swelling in the cage made me grimace, and I turned and followed Jasmine up the stairs and out onto the street. She actually walked beside me, but still didn't talk to me. It was either a poor neighborhood being gentrified, or a nice neighborhood where everyone with a good job was moving out. After five blocks we came to a small house on a narrow lot. Jasmine walked up to the front door and knocked as I let myself fall behind, and stopped behind her. Not that I was hiding or anything, but I had no idea what was on the other side of that door. It could be an eight foot tall dude with a fire hydrant between his legs for all I knew.
Thinking about that had me breathing hard when the door opened. It was... a middle aged woman with gray hair, broad shoulders, a pony tail, and a tray of Rice Krispie Treats in one hand. She was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt with an otter on it that said, "Otterly Depraved." She blinked in surprise, and leaned against the door frame. "Jasmine? I thought you never wanted to... I mean, hey, what's up?"
I could see Jasmine's shoulders tense. "Hey Anna. I didn't then, I still don't now, but I have a business proposition. Some new talent looking for a gig at the club. I'm managing, but my club won't work out because reasons. We could both turn a decent buck here." Jasmine reached back, grabbed my arm, and pulled me forward.
"Oh yeah?" Anna looked at me the way a mom eyes a Sunday brisket at the deli counter. "What's your name, cutie?"
I licked my lips, but Jasmine spoke before I could answer. "Stage name is Piggy. You don't need to know anything else until some money starts changing hands."
Anna kind of smiled, but like sad. "Same old Jasmine. Well come on in J. Piggy, you come in too, and we'll see how you handle yourself."
I walked into the house, which was kind of cute. A lot of comfy old furniture and area rugs. Anna held out the tray as Jasmine pulled the door shut behind us. "Rice Krispie Treat? And I'm Anna, she and her, and are you comfortable telling me your pronouns, honey?"
I grabbed a square of gooey deliciousness eagerly. I hadn't realized how hungry I was, and around an enormous bite mumbled, "Oh, uh, he and him is fine. Thanks, these are good, could I get another one?"
Jasmine scoffed but Anna smiled and said, "Sure."
I took another square and scarfed it down as I followed Anna through the house while she narrated. "Jasmine doesn't like to talk about me, so I'll fill you in." She turned and winked as she walked and I heard Jasmine snort. "I have a club for dancers, which is where you fit in. Maybe. But if a customer spends enough time or money there they might become my friends and might get invited to these private parties I throw with some of my other friends who just happen to be employees. All optional, but it helps the dancers build a client base. You catch my drift?"
Surprisingly, I was pretty sure I did. "Yeah, it's like a squid pro nose, like in that cannibal doctor movie."
Anna raised an eyebrow. Jasmine sighed, but said, "Yes, it's quid pro quo, and he does that. You're not hiring him to teach law classes though. Piggy, just... try to convince people that they'd like to see you dance at the club. And remember that you're much prettier when you're not talking."
I was pretty sure I was being insulted, but kept my mouth shut. At least Jasmine was back to business and didn't sound like she wanted to murder me anymore. Anna opened a door and we walked down into a finished basement. The windows were blacked out, but it was well lit and there was carpeting on the floor and those ceiling tiles offices use. A big screen tv had a porno movie playing, and around fifteen people were lounging around. A lot of them were naked to one extent or another, and there was a lot of strange looking furniture that I was pretty sure wasn't exercise equipment. My heart started beating a little faster and I could feel the cage around my dick getting tighter.
Anna came down the steps and no one reacted. Then I came down and people looked. Then Jasmine came down and people got really quiet.
All eyes were on us, including one chick who abandoned a blowjob, as Anna set the snacks down on a table. She turned to the room and smiled. "Everyone, we have a guest. This..." She motioned me over and I shuffled forward to stand beside her. "Is Piggy."
People murmured hellos but a lot of eyes were still moving from Jasmine to Anna and back again like they expected them to start swinging at each other. Jasmine finally sighed, leaned over, and spoke in my ear. "I think we're going to need to get their attention. Do you mind?" She looked down at my chest, and I just nodded. All those eyes on me already had me licking my lips and feeling flushed.
"Arms up, Piggy!" I raised my arms and she pulled the tube top up and off in one motion. My knockers flew up towards my face, burst out of the fabric, and fell back down where they wobbled a bit before settling down. They were hanging out now. Everyone could see them, and people were staring. Staring at my big, bouncy, heavy boobs with their hard nipples. I could see their eyes locked on them, and knew they wanted to sink their fingers into them and just maul that soft, pliant flesh while I moaned and writhed.
Jasmine looked down at my skirt, and I just closed my eyes and nodded again. I felt her fingers slip into the waistband, then the material sliding down my stomach, then back up. She paused, and started sliding it down again. She did it slower this time, pulling it down until the wasteband caught on my cage, then slowly working it back up and down again. I wasn't wearing underwear, and I knew as soon as it came off everyone would see my cage.
And my cock inside it. They'd all know I couldn't get even a little bit hard, or come, or fuck a woman. They'd see how hard it was trying to get and how it pushed against the steel cage and how useless it was.
Jasmine shouted at the crowd, "Who wants to see? Come on, make some noise!" Hoots and cheers filled the basement, and I swear my cock almost ripped my balls off trying to get hard. This felt amazing. I loved it. Everyone was looking at me, I was the center of attention. They were all here for me. I had never felt like this as a dude, and it was like being drunk while beating the main boss in a co-op video game all by myself after all the other players died and they just watched.
Jasmine let the cheers and catcalls build while she teased the reveal some more, then whispered in my ear. "I hope you're taking notes, now open your eyes."
I opened my eyes just as the skirt slid down past my hips and hit the floor. There were some gasps of surprise and laughs and I had to fight not to cover up my dick. I was a little surprised that some of the comments were even sympathetic. "Oh, he's locked up!" and "Ouch, that looks like it fuckin' hurts!" Others were a little meaner I thought, but I enjoyed them all. The point was everyone knew now, and I couldn't do anything about it.
"Well, I guess that's the reasons you can't work at Jasmine's club." I looked over to see Anna smirking at my crotch. She looked at my crimson face and laughed. "I thought you were just some frat rat with falsies out for a thrill or maybe on a dare, but this is much more interesting Piggy. Why don't you go introduce yourself?" She gave me a slap on the ass, grinned at Jasmine and stepped back to lean against the wall again. "Make enough friends and I'll give you a shot as a dancer."
Jasmine shot Anna a glare. "I do remember the process, thanks." She grabbed my arm and started walking towards a small huddle of people. I shuffled over in my flip flops, my tits bouncing and my cock still pushing against the cage, and looked around on the way. It looked... kind of like a regular party but with a lot more naked people. Some people were dressed and just hanging out, others were naked or partway naked, and there were one or two groups clearly doing some kinky stuff.
I had never been kinky. I had to read Of Human Bondage in high school, but that book sucked. Now... I was kind of turned on and even walked a little faster. Other than almost all the dudes still wearing clothes having on black t-shirts and blue jeans, and there being way too many goatees in the room, I was kind of getting into it. These people didn't know who I really was, so what the hell? I'd have some fun, make some memories, get the wish reversed, and it'd all be good. My spank bank would be full for years if I played this right.
A leggy redhead with a thick body and tits almost as big as mine grinned at us. "Hey, hey, Lady J. I missed your face. Who's your new friend?"
She was talking to Jasmine, but everyone in the group had eyes on me. Jasmine raised an eyebrow, and gave me the "get on with it" motion and muttered "job interview" under her breath.
I stuck my hand out and cleared my throat. "Uhm, my name is Piggy, and I'm very interested in this position and feel I would be a tremendous asset to the company!"
Everyone just stared for a half-second then someone choked on their soda. Diet coke went everywhere and someone else shrieked as they were caught in the spray. Laughter welled up around us and I could see even Jasmine was trying to keep from grinning.
"Well, my name is Mistress Kate, and you've very cute, but I'm just not sure you're qualified, Piggy." The redhead kind of looked at me in this weird way like she was daring me to do something, then continued. "You'll need to show me. I'm not even sure you're a very good Piggy, walking around on two legs like that."
I got the hint and dropped down onto all fours. My boobs shifted and swayed underneath me, and I scooted my legs apart to make my balls more comfortable. I was starting to catch on to his this worked. "Uhm, I'm a good little Piggy, and have been practicing my stripping. I've been working very hard, Mistress Kate."
She smirked and shook her head. "I didn't say tell me, I said show me." She tapped one of her boots on the floor.
I licked my lips, scootched back, and lowered my head. My now weirdly long tongue snaked out, and slid it along her boot. Everyone was quiet now, watching me like her boots. My caged cock was positively aching, and I was pretty sure I could feel my pulse in it, but it felt so good I couldn't quit licking. I started at the toe and worked my way around, trying to cover every inch of the leather with my tongue. It felt so good to be doing this, on my hands and knees, just running my tongue over her boots. When it was shining and slick I moved to the other one, wrapping my tongue around the curves and caressing it, letting myself feel warm and fuzzy.
When I finished the second boot and looked up Kate looked over me and giggled. It wasn't a very scary sound, or sexy, but it made me rub my thighs together in antipation. I looked behind me and a skinny dude was holding up a curly pink pig tail with a tapered end and a narrow neck kind of near the bottom. It didn't take much to figure out where it went to go and I swallowed hard.
Kate leaned forward and grabbed my chin, pulling my head around to face her. "You did a decent job, and that long tongue of yours certainly has possibilities. But Piggy's are supposed to have tails. Do you want a tail, Piggy?"
I nodded. "Yes please, Piggy wants a tail"! I wasn't sure if I did, but saying it felt so good.
"You'll have to earn it. Does Piggy want to earn a tail?"
I whimpered and rubbed my thighs together some more. "Yes, please, Piggy wants to earn a tail! Please please please let Piggy earn a tail!"
She slid her hand up my face, and took hold of my hair. She dragged me across the room to a kind of padded bench. "Up you go."
I clambered onto the bench, and got situated. My tits spilled out to either side, and my ass was hanging off the edge. I swear I could feel my caged cock dripping with anticipation, and I looked up at Mistress Kate. I could see Jasmine with her phone out, and suddenly heard my own voice coming from the television. It was the video of me licking come off my tits from the subway riders.
I flinched and then it felt like my entire spinal column had jolts of electric pleasure running down it. She wasn't playing it from her phone, it was on a porn site. She had really uploaded it to a porn site. I looked like a total tramp, smiling and licking my lips as my tongue cleaned blobs of come off my slutty cow udders.
It hadn't gotten many views, but people had seen it. People could see it, whenever they wanted to. Friends and people I knew could see me doing these things. I'd never be able to look at them again without wondering if they had seen this video and recognized me acting like a come-crazed slut. My thighs trembled and I shook on the padded bench.
Kate raised an eyebrow. "Quite the little exhibitionist Piggy, aren't you? Have you ever had something in your ass before?"
Somehow the words seeped into my brain and found something to connect to. "No Mistress Kate."
"Oh, a virgin Piggy." That seemed to make her happy, and I tried not to think about what I knew was coming. "Well, I think it would be sad if you lost your virginity to a piece of plastic. All the Piggy's I know want their first time to be special. What do you want, little Piggy?"
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. She was going to make me say it. I wanted it. I just didn't want to admit I wanted it. But having to say I wanted it only made me want it more. I took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to say it without thinking about what I was actually saying. "Piggy wants a real cock to take his virginity! Piggy wants a real cock in his ass! Piggy wants to earn his tail by getting fucked by a man's dick!"
She was patting my head and calling me a good Piggy and it was the best feeling of my life. I wasn't sure how much was the wish and how much was me but I felt amazing. She licked her lips, and smiled. "Ask very nicely then, Piggy."
I was into it now. There was no turning back. I didn't care about the videos, or anything else. I just wanted to make her happy, to make the room look at me and cream their jeans. I wanted to be the hottest, sluttiest thing these people had ever seen. If the world ended, I wanted them jerking off to me to be the last thing they ever did, and I wanted them to be happy for the chance to do it.
"Please fuck Piggy's ass! Please come in Piggy's ass and give Piggy a tail! Please use your real cock to fuck Piggy's ass while his useless, pathetic cock is in chastity! Please use Piggy like a come dumpster! Please take Piggy's ass with your big, hard, thick, superior cock!"
So it wasn't Shakespeare or anything, but I think it got the idea across. As Mistress Kate lifted up her skirt and pulled my face into her cunt, and the man behind me unzipped his pants, it did occur to me that he hadn't even told me his name. Come to think of it, he hadn't spoken to me at all.
Then he did, and all he said was, "Oink oink, bitch."
Before I slid my tongue between Mistress Kate's thick, wet labia I paused just long enough to let out a long, moaning, low but clearly audible, "Oink, oink."
"Not good enough!" There was a slap on my ass, then the guy behind me repeated himself. "Give me an oink, Piggy."
Fuuuuuuuck. Everyone was a theater critic all of a sudden. I was bound to a bench, face-down, eating the pussy of someone who called herself Mistress Kate. Everyone was watching me, and I couldn't wait to get fucked in the ass and earn a pig tail. To crawl around on all fours while they objectified me and I debased and humiliated myself for them. Still, I had my pride and who the fuck was this guy to critique my oinking?
Plus, that smack on the ass felt kind of good. It made my cock throb in the cage, and I decided I wouldn't mind it happening again. I stopped licking long enough to swallow and let out a deep, monotone, "Oink." It sounded like a robot from a 1950s movie. Then things happened very fast.
There were four or five hard smacks on my ass while the male voice behind me said, "Oh no you fucking didn't!" They were hard and they hurt but they also felt so good. Each one sent little burts of pleasure into my caged dick, and I jerked my hips just like I was fucking. The hot stinging pain in my ass tingled and I licked my lips in appreciation.
Then Mistress Kate had ahold of my hair, and was slapping my face. I could see her wet pussy, but not her face as she took a turn berating me too. "I didn't tell you to stop licking, did I? Get that fucking tongue back to work!" She gave me another sharp slap across the cheek with her free hand to punctuate her words. I felt like she had a more legitimate complaint, and went back to work on her clit with my tongue. She shifted her hips to give me a little better angle, and I could hear her voice above me. "See Paul? You just have to know how to talk to him to get what you want."
My cheek was sore, but at least I was on a first name basis with the dude taking my anal virginity now. Even if he did think my name was "Piggy."
"Fuck you, Kate." He sounded more amused than ticked off, but I felt a cold, slimy liquid being smeared around my butthole then his hand on my balls. "You know what to do, Piggy. I suggest you do it right." And he squeezed a little.
Okay, so here's the thing. I really wanted him to fuck my ass. Like, I wasn't gay usually, maybe a little bit for Hugh Grant because of the accent, but I wanted that tail and I wanted these people to see me earn it with my body. But I also wanted to give the audience a show. I wanted to ratchet up the dramatic tension and not just go straight to the climax.
You know what I mean.
I turned to look at Jasmine, rolled my eyes for the camera in her phone, and gave another half-hearted, "Oink." It earned me another slap from Mistress Kate before I got back to eating her out but some of the people around me snickered and I could see a few of them smile and that made it worth it. It also earned me another squeeze of my balls that was a little harder and lasted a little longer. I slapped the side of the bench to try to take my mind off the pain, and my tits jiggled underneath me, but damnit it was still worth it.
We got into a rhythm then, with Paul squeezing my balls or slapping my ass, me giving a bored oink, Kate slapping me, wash, rinse, repeat. Everyone in the room was watching me now, even the dude whose blowjob got interrupted. It felt so good, their eyes boring into me, staring at me, getting off on my body and the things I was doing with it. The idea of them and anyone who wanted to watching the movie Jasmine was recording, jerking off, and getting off to me later on brought a fresh wave of pleasure.
I felt like I could do this all night, just keeping the people around me on edge and let their pleasure build. As their lust increased I'd get off more, and we'd just feed on each there until we are desperately stupidly horny. But then Paul changed tactics.
He let go of my balls and slid his cock between my ass cheeks. It got my attention in the way the pain hadn't, and I scrunched my eyes closed. I felt the head of his cock graze my asshole, catching there but not sliding inside. Then I heard his voice, but it had changed. It was teasing and taunting me now, not threatening me or trying to scare me. "If you want this cock in your ass, you're going to have to oink for us, Piggy."
I couldn't clench my jaw or grit my teeth without biting my tongue off, but I wanted to. Instead I took a deep breath and gave my best oink. I mean, it still wasn't great, I hadn't watched a lot of barnyard documentaries and the closest I had ever been to a pig was a BLT, but it was sincere.
Paul evidently wanted some revenge though. "Come on, Piggy. After you played so hard to get you'll have to do better."
I oinked again. And again. And again. Kate was smiling down at me and slapping the shit out of me, which made it harder, but I did my best. It felt good, to be making animal sounds for a dick. My big fat tits were swinging underneath me while a woman slapped my face because I stopped eating her cunt and I didn't care. I just wanted that dick in my ass. I oinked as hard and loud as I could.
"I guess you were right, Kate. You just need to have to know how to talk to them. Keep oinking or I'll take my cock away, Piggy." Fucking Paul.
I kept oinking even though my teeth hurt at this point. I wanted that dick so bad the pain didn't matter. Then it was sliding inside of me.
It felt really weird. Something was going in a hole that was usually exit only, and it kind of burned and felt like going to the bathroom and a little like a pulled muscle as it forced its way inside. I dunno, I was mostly focusing on the site of Jasmine filming it in the corner of my eye, and my cock that seemed determined to shred itself pushing against the bars of the cage. I jerked my hips, just out of instinct, and it drove Paul's cock further into my ass.
He laughed. "Oh, what a little Piggy slut you are! You can't wait to have your ass fucked can you?"
I couldn't think of words just then. My brain was gone. I just oinked again. I'd like to say it was the wish making me do it, but I really did lose it. I stuck my tongue out, and it was so freakishly long I managed to get it to Kate's pussy. That made her stumble a little, but she eased her hips forward again and stopped slapping me.
But then Paul's cock came out of my ass and I heard him teasing me again. "If you want cock you'll have to oink for it."
I groaned in frustration, but tried an oink without stopping licking Kate's pussy. It wasn't great, but it must have been good enough because I felt Paul's cock working its way into my ass again, and Mistress Kate patted my head. "Good Piggy." It could have been either of them that said it, or maybe even both of them, but I just knew I found a way forward.
The pussy smelled and tasted delicious. Kate was sopping wet by now and juices ran down my chin and dripped on the floor. I imagined how I'd look with a pig tail licking them up. The cock sliding in and out of my ass felt amazing. I couldn't really tell if it was even big or not, I just new that it felt like the perfect size to pop my cherry and officially make me a piggy whore for cock. My cheeks, ass, and balls all thrummed with a pleasant sort of bruised pain. My giant rack was swinging back and forth underneath me every time I moved and my nipples were rock hard. Even my dick pressing against the metal cage made me feel good, knowing I was helpless to get hard and had to stay small and soft while all this happened. While everyone around me came. But the audience was what really did it for me.
They were quiet now. No comments, no jokes, barely blinking and just licking their lips and breathing hard. Just watching me silently. A couple of people were rubbing themselves, but I fucking owned them. I don't know if it was the wish rewarding my behavior, or some kink I never knew I had, but they all wanted me so bad it fucking hurt them inside and it made me feel great. This must be what rock stars felt like when they could control a stadium with 10,000 people with just their voice and a wave of their hand.
Oinking into someone's cunt while eating them out and getting butt-fucked wasn't exactly the same as a rock concert, sure, but close enough.
I don't know how long it lasted. It couldn't have been that long. This wasn't professional porn with boner pills and people that hit the gym everyday. But it felt like time stopped. Then Mistress Kate was moaning and her thighs were twitching and she was rubbing her pussy on my face until she jerked it away and stepped back. She was fanning herself with one hand while I was gasping for air in between my oinking pig sounds. I wasn't sure I could stop now if I wanted to. I didn't know if my brain would let me quit oinking as long as that cock was pounding away in my ass.
I had gotten used to it and the dull ache from the beggining was gone. A dude's dick was in my butt, and it felt great. Still diferent and new, but great. I picked up my oinks and kept time with his thrusts. Everytime his cock bottomed out in my ass, I let out a passionate oink. Now that I wasn't eating pussy I had enough brain power to life my hands up and play with my tits. I pinched and squeezed the nipples, rolling my big fuckbags in my hands as they rocked back and forth.
Paul picked up his tempo, and I oinked faster. I tried experimenting, clenching my ass when he was pulling out, and loosening it when he was pushing back in like I was jerking him off with my ass. It took some trial and error, the muscles were kind of the opposite of what I expected, but he eventually grunted out a, "Oh, Piggy uses his ass like a cunt! Such a good little Piggy!"
He wasn't even criticizing my oinking anymore, maybe he was starting to like me. Or maybe he just wanted to get off. Probably the latter.
Then I didn't have time to wonder anymore. He slammed his hips into my ass and I could feel him twitching inside of me. I gave my boobs an extra hard squeeze and let out one long, sustained "Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink!"
My head slumped. He slid out of me and the air felt cool on my skin. I had... jizz. In my ass. Another dude had fucked me in front of a room full of people and came in my ass. My face was covered in pussy juice. My ass hurt and my dick was trying to mangle itself it was pushing against the chastity cage so far. I slumped down in exhaustion and just looked at the floor for a few seconds.
Then Jasmine was pushing my hair out of my eyes, and I looked up and straight into the camera on her phone. She had turned it around so I could see myself in the screen. My new feminine face, with longer hair and soft, rounded features. My upturned piggy nose. Mistress Kate's pussy juice glistening all around my mouth.
Jasmine was grinning at me, but it still had a hard edge to it. "Well Piggy, do you think you earned a tail?"
My face was kind of a mess. My jaw was sore. My butt hurt, and I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. My dick was locked in a tiny metal cage that hurt like hell whenever it tried to get hard, and pinched sometimes. And my stripper version of Mr. Miyagi was asking me questions all of a sudden.
Specifically, she wanted to know if I thought I had earned a pig tail by eating out a pussy while a guy butt-fucked me. I didn't even know how much those things cost, let alone what the going rate of barter was for one. And was this a loan, or could I keep it for later? How long did a pigtail butt plug last? Was it dishwasher safe?
I hated all these questions. When I was licking and oinking and getting my ass fucked I had this wonderful, fuzzy, warm feeling in my head. Like a really warm blanket on a cold warming. Now I was trying to think, and it was unravelling. I wanted to keep that feeling, but the more I thought the more it slipped away.
I looked directly at the camera Jasmine was pointing at my face, and my reflection stared back at me. I was afraid if I tried to answer she'd want to discuss it with me, so I just stuck my tongue out as far as I could (which was pretty far now) and licked the extra pussy juice off my face. I made a lot of grunting, oinking noises and smiled for the camera, then wiggled my butt like I had a tail.
Or like it was getting fucked. I shimmied my hips and felt the metal cage bouncing around, pulling my cock from one side to the other. My funbags started jiggling, and I kept making the oinking noises. At least Jasmine wasn't trying to debate me, and it kind of reminded me how I felt when
Paul was fucking my ass and that Kate broad was rubbing her pussy all over my face.
I could see Jasmine letting the camera pan down to my big tits and lingering there for a few seconds before she stepped to the side and zoomed in on the chastity cage. I turned my head and watched the camera out of the corner of my eye, and the flesh was really purple and angry where it was trying to push its way through the bars.
My brain was holding on to that warm, fuzzy feeling as best it could, but it was still slipping away. Then Paul was standing in front of me. His dick was soft, but still looked pretty big, and he handed the butt plug to Kate, leaned over, and whispered in her ear. She grinned and kind of laughed, then walked behind me.
I kind of wasn't sure what the etiquette was here. Like, a dude's dick was right in front of me. Was it rude to stare? Was I expected to compliment it? Uhhh, all this thinking was really harshing my buzz.
Then he kind of picked it up and held it out in front of me. "You got my cock dirty you nasty little piggy. You need to clean it off you want a tail like a good piggy."
I swallowed hard. I was getting used to the idea of having way more dicks in my holes than I would have thought a couple of days ago, but that particular schlong had just been in my butt. I didn't want it in my mouth. It was shiny in a bad way and smelled pretty gross and the fuzzy feeling was gone anyway.
Then Kate started inserting the butt plug. And I opened my mouth and arched my back and made a weird kind of grunting and moaning sound. And I noticed that the people in the background were watching me, holding their breath, and waiting to see what I did again. And I started to get that fuzzy warm feeling again. I knew what I wanted, I wanted that feeling back, and I was ready for some ass-to-mouth to get it if that's what it took.
I took a deep breath, did my best to ignore the taste, and wrapped my lips around Paul's dick. Kate was working the end of the plug around in my ass, not really inserting it, just opening me back up with it a little at a time.
That feeling was starting to come back, then Paul's dick hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little. I felt his hand twisting my hair and pulling my head up as he dragged his cock out of my mouth. It was slick with spit and phlegm and other things I didn't want to think about it. He held my head up and I could see his cock starting to get hard again. Fucking refractory period, why couldn't it be on my side for once?
Mistress Kate had the plug in my ass and was just holding it there. It felt weirder than the ass-fucking had, like my butt was sprained and just being held open. "Oink oink for cock, Piggy."
I oinked. I didn't even think about it. I just did it. I oinked and Jasmine was back in front of me filming as Paul shoved his dick back in my mouth.
I went to work on him then, trying to keep some control. I wrapped my lips around and the head and sucked, then took more into my mouth but backed off just as I felt myself starting to choke. Kate went back to twisting the plug and working it in and out with sharp stabs. It was wider than Paul's cock had been, and not as long, but the taper was driving me crazy.
I wished she'd just shove it in so I could get used to it, but she was having to much fun letting my hole close then opening it again. I was rocking my hips in time with her fucking me, and floating on cloud nine.
I think Paul was enjoying himself too. His eyes were closed and his head was kind of back while I worked up another mouthful of spit and slobbered it all over his cock. I even got adventurous and tried to work my tongue into the little hole he peed out of, and sucked on his balls a little bit.
Okay, I still felt great and was having fun, but ball hair is super gross and I think I got a loose hair wedged between two of my teeth so I went back to working on his dick. He didn't seem to mind.
People had moved even closer, and we were basically surrounded now. Kate was working my ass with the plug, stretching me out and letting me relax, I was sucking a dick that finally didn't taste like my ass anymore. I wasn't thinking about anything, just feeding off the lust of the people around me. I was basically fucking Paul's cock with my face, and ignoring the fluids running down my chin and the dull ache of my caged cock.
Then Paul yanked my cock out of his mouth, and gave it a few hard strokes. Kate shoved the plug all the way in my ass just as the dick in front my of face came. My ass clenched down around the narrow neck of the plug, sucking it into my body and tight up against my ass crack as jizz drenched my face.
I whored it up for the crowd, oinking and trying to catch the come. I tried to lick it off my face where I could, and used my hands to scoop it up and feed it to myself where I couldn't. It tasted salty and bitter and kind of like bad gravy, but everyone was watching me and I loved it.
My brain was gone at that point, and I just wanted to be a brainless sex toy forever. I wanted to spend my nights crawling around on all fours with my big tits hanging underneath me like slutty cow udders, and my curly tail sticking out behind my caged dick. I had a mouthful of cock slime, and another load in my ass that was trapped there by the butt plug, and I wanted more jizz in each hole. I wanted to be filled so much that it would overflow, like I was a come volcano. I wanted women to hose the come off of me off in alleys behind lesbian dive bars then let me crawl around licking their shoes and getting them off while they rode my face and made fun of my caged dick.
That didn't happen, I mean I don't think it ever does. And I didn't keep that super high feeling long, but I did manage to hold into some of it this time. Someone came up with a leash, and Jasmine and Kate took turns leading me around the room. Paul wrapped a towel around his waist and fell asleep on a couch. Wimp. Jasmine's phone ran out of memory and Kate's wi-fi was kind of shitty, so other people started taking videos and pictures of my big jugs, my tail, and my locked cock. And of course, my face with its piggy nose.
People played with my tits and complimented my tail. I wagged it for them and oinked as best I could. I don't think it was that great of an oink, but evidently we were all city people and not farm kids so it was no big. Oinking kept me from having to talk, having to think, and I could just ride that cloud of pleasure. The women seemed especially vicious, and kept trying to get my cock harder in its cage. They asked Jasmine about the key, and she said she left it at her apartment and wasn't going to go back for it.
She told everyone I had a pathetic cock anyway, and it wouldn't give anyone pleasure. Normally I would have been pissed and tried to argue, but that got a lot of the women in the room looking over and kind of smiling at me, in a cat or maybe wolf kind of way, and my brain felt so good I didn't bother.
My knees were sore and my boobs hurt from all the pinching and groping. It had been a really long day and I kind of just wanted to go to sleep on the floor, when I noticed Anna and Jasmine talking. I don't even remember the name of the woman, but she was letting me suck on her nipples until my dick got so hard the pain made me stop. She would give me a tit, then let me suck on the her nipple until the cage hurt so bad I had to stop. Then she'd smile and giggle and wait for my dick to get soft and give me the other one to suck on.
People were starting to lose interest though and act like they were getting ready to leave, and I wasn't feeling as nice, when Anna clapped her hands. All eyes, including mine, swiveled towards her.
She smiled, at me specifically then, and I licked my lips. When the conversation died down, she crooked her finger at me, and I started crawling over. "Look, I think we can agree that Piggy here did a really good, slutty job tonight." There was clapping and cheers, and Anna waited for them to die down before she continued. "And do we think Piggy should get a chance to strip for us all? Professionally?" More applause and cheering, and I remembered that the whole point of me debasing myself was to get the chance to debase myself professionally. I clenched my thighs and moaned at the thought as I crawled over and stopped in front of Anna. At least one thing had gone right.
But then Anna continued. "However, I want to see one more thing."
I looked up at her, and looked down at me and smiled. Jasmine handed her something that looked like a cross between one of those wavy arm things in front of used car dealers and an ice cream scoop. It was all soft edges and weird angles. The way they were both grinning at me seemed... ominous.
"I want to see this little pig orgasm. And since the key to his chastity cage is clear across town, we'll just have to give it a piggygasm."
Jasmine squatted down and grabbed my chin, and whispered into my ear. "Did you think I'd forgotten your little temper tantrum? I hope it was worth it, because this is what it cost you. No more orgasms, from now on its piggygasms for you. Involuntary, pleasure-less, and humiliating."
I whimpered and starting sweating. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I was pretty sure it involved the thing Anna was holding, and I wouldn't enjoy it. "I'm sorry, really, really sorry-"
Jasmine moved her hand so it covered my mouth. "Oh, you're not yet. You're really not. But after awhile, when you're crazy with lust and can't even remember what an orgasm feels like, when your ridiculous dick is always hurting and rubbing on that cage, just apologize and ask me and I'll turn your caged, aching, hurting cock into a nice, juicy, tight little pussy. I'll give you a hot sexy pussy and a cute little clit that will give you such delicious pleasure. Orgasms like you can't imagine."
I just whimpered. My brain literally couldn't make words just then. I didn't have anything against women, but giving up my dick seemed really extreme, and I couldn't wrap my brain around it. The boobs were one thing, but having a new hole down there for guys to fuck... like, it wasn't me. I couldn't picture it being me.
Then Jasmine smiled. "Until then..." And she stood up. "Piggygasm time!"
I loved bacon, and I loved orgasms. But somehow being told I was getting a piggygasm sounded bad. Like, real, real bad.
On the other hand, everyone was looking at me again and I heard that rushing sound in my ears and my cock was trying to get hard in its cage, and my nipples were tingling. I swayed a little and lowered my chest so they rubbed on the floor. It was only a little contact but they got super hard and pulled in tight.
This raised my ass up in the air, and Jasmine popped my tail out. I moaned as widest part of the plug caught, then came out. Jasmine took the weird looking thing and slid it inside my loosened asshole and turned it on. The vibrations filled me up, and Jasmine angled it up and started moving it around inside me.
I arched my back some more to make the intrusion more comfortable, and my tits mashed into the floor a little more. Jasmine kept moving it around, like she was looking for something. She slapped my thighs and I moved my legs further apart.
Someone in the crowd started giving advice, telling her which way to move it and to turn up the vibration, and Jasmine grunted and yanked it out. "Screw this. On your back, Piggy."
I rolled over on my back, and my boobs headed for my armpits. Jasmine rolled my legs up so my caged penis was pointing towards my face, and my ankles were near my shoulders. It felt like one of the wrestling moves someone used on me in high school, and then she stuck the vibrator back in my butt.
People shifted around the room to get a better look and that warm feeling was there, keeping time with my ragged breathing and quickening heartbeat. Jasmine was rooting around again, and suddenly come started oozing out of my cock. She stopped and gave a throaty chuckle. "There it is. Open wide for your piggygasm!" She turned the vibrator on full and put more pressure on it as come started running out faster.
Oh, so that's what the weirdly shaped vibrator was for.
I closed my eyes and opened wide. The first splash of come hit the top of my tits, and I could feel Jasmine shifting my hips to aim. The second went right into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little before I managed to swallow, and another gooey spurt of jizz landed in my mouth. I didn't feel my cock twitching and an orgasm like I usually did. It just felt like peeing really thick pee.
There was still the rush of being watched, but no climax. I pushed my tits together and juggled them for my audience, and moaned and oinked as I swallowed my own come, and the pleasure built some more. But still no orgasm. I thought about people watching the video, jerking off to my body and the obscene things I was doing, and the pleasure built some more, but still no climax.
I was panting and felt like I was going to have a heart attack when Jasmine finally turned the vibrator off and pulled it out. She looked down at me, with this weird look. Like, it was super horny but at the same time kind of scary. She muttered, "Not enough," and slipped two of her fingers inside of me.
She had this really intense look on her face, and moved her fingers around, and I could feel my body changing again. My balls had been pretty empty, but I swear I could see them filling back up again. It was like watching one of those videos where they show mold growing but speed it up 100x time. Jasmine was smiling down at me now, a really creepy smile, but her eyes were still wide and she wasn't blinking enough.
"Piggy's have big orgasms. And their balls hurt when they don't get them. So what do Piggy's do? Do they beg for a piggygasm and eat their nasty slime, or do they put up with that horrible, gnawing ache in their useless nuts? This little Piggy's going to find out. Yes, he's going to make so much come, buckets and buckets of it, but what's he going to do with all that disgusting boy slime?"
Thick ropes of come ran out of my dick like a garden hose. It poured into my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. It tasted bitter and awful, and the texture was like slimy, congealed gravy. But everyone was watching, and I felt amazing. Porn stars did this kind of shit, but they took a bunch of supplements and ate kale and hit the gym every day and didn't jerk off for a week before a shoot, but I was going to come like this every time. And people would see it and lick their lips and adjust their clothing and go home and fuck while they thought about it. While they thought about me.
Finally it was over, and Jasmine popped my tail back in, and gave my ass a slap. She was grinning down at me, and looked normal again. "You can kiss people's feet and give them a piggy oink as they leave now."
I flopped down on the carpet. It wasn't very graceful. I was also still super turned on, but managed to find enough brain cells to crawl over to the steps leading up out of the basement. Some people just circled around or gave me a polite "No, thank you," and kept walking, but I tasted plenty of shoes and oinked for others as they left. I think some of the subs even got into it, giggling and slapping my ass as they walked by after I debased myself for their pleasure.
Finally, it was just me, Jasmine, and Anna. I was so horny I swear my dick could have cut glass if it hadn't been locked up.
Anna flopped down on a couch. Jasmine walked over to her. "So when can he start?"
Anna blew out a breath and checked her phone. "We have an open spot starting next week. Three dances a night, usual rates. And he can pick up extra cash on his own time, if that's his thing." She kind of grinned. "It kind of seems like it own't be a problem at least."
"That works." Jasmine stuck out her hand, and they shook.
It seemed like Anna held on a little longer than she needed to. "It was good seeing you. You could even stay the night. You know, just if you wanted."
I was come drunk and stupid, but even I could sense the tension in the room. It was also the first time I had seen Jasmine even close to rattled. She swallowed hard and kind of flushed. "It was... I liked seeing you. Look, I gotta get this thing with Piggy sorted out. It could be really good for me if it works, but really bad if it doesn't, but maybe when it's over I'll give you a call."
Anna nodded and kind of laughed. "You sound like you owe money to the mob." She held up a hand as Jasmine's jaw tightened. "Hey, sorry, it's your business and you handle it as you like. All good."
Jasmine relaxed and they both nodded at each other, then Jasmine looked at me. "You, get your clothes on."
I didn't even bother standing up, just crawled over to where my clothes were on the floor. It didn't take long to get dressed. The bodily fluids and sweat soaked through the tube top almost instantly. I had to stand up to pull the skirt on, and the pig tail plug kind of poked out in the back. I looked at Jasmine with big sad puppy dog eyes but she just shook her head and told me, "Piggy's have tails, get used to it." I nodded and slid my feet into the flip flops, then stood there.
"Oh fine." Jasmine walked behind me and yanked the plug out, then handed it to me. "Don't lose it."
I yelped but grabbed onto it with both hands. Anna gave me a wink and said, "See you in a week," and we went outside. It had gotten colder, and after grumbling for a minute Jasmine walked us over one block and hailed a cab. I hid the plug in my lap, since I wasn't sure how legal it was to show someone a novelty butt plug, but the driver barely took his eyes off my tits anyway.
Seriously, we almost went right through at least two red lights.
We finally pulled to a stop a block from Jasmine's place. She handed him some cash, and we piled out. As he was fucking with his phone, Jasmine turned to me. "Two things, number one, show him your tits."
I pulled my tube top down, and the gals popped right out. My nipples hardened up again in the cold air, and Jasmine knocked on his window. He turned to look and his eyes widened and his face flushed with color. "Nah, don't be a prude, smash them on the glass. Wriggle them around, give him a show."
I did it, kind of reluctanty at first. Then he pulled his cock out and started jerking off.
I got into it too, and started rubbing my tits up and down, and licking my lips. He jerked his cock harder and harder while I moved my tits around and gave him the best show I could. It didn't take him long to pop, which was good because I was afraid my nipples were going to get frostbite or something.
Jasmine saw he'd finished, and shrugged. "Good enough, Piggy. Put them away now."
I straightened up and covered my fuckbags. I looked at her and shivered. "Why?" It was probably a dumb question, but I wanted to know what prompted her to give this guy his own Dear Penthouse letter.
She shrugged. "I only had two bucks to tip him." She waited until he drove away, then started walking to her apartment. "Second thing, stripping 101: Never take a cab or a ride directly to your place. Get out a block or two away, and wait until they leave to walk to your place. You're better off if any potential stalkers think you live somewhere else. Trust me on this one."
I chewed on that while we walked to her apartment. There was no else around but I still kept a double grip on the butt plug, covering it as much as I could. You never knew who had one of those doorbells that spied on people. I breathed a sigh of relief when we finally got to her apartment and walked up the stairs to her door.
She opened it and stepped in, but then turned to look at me. "You shoved me early, and that really pisses me off."
I looked down at the floor. "Yeah. I'm sorry. Like, really sorry."
She was breathing hard, but waited a couple of seconds before she spoke. "I could strip you naked and leave you right here to sleep for the night. You're going to be naked around a lot people, and some will think that gives them certain rights to your body, but it doesn't. You need to learn that, for yourself and how you interact with other people. People who are your co-workers and your customers."
A rush of terror sweat appeared in my armpits, but I nodded. "Yeah, I get it if, like, you don't feel safe anymore. I won't do it again, but yeah."
"You better fucking not." She stepped aside. "Get in."
I almost sobbed in relief as I stepped inside and she shut the door and locked it behind us. "You're on the couch, I've only got a week to make you a passable stripper. Longer would be good for both of us, but I want this done. We start in the morning." She went over to the closet and tossed me a blanket, then went to her room. I was pretty sure I heard the door lock behind her.
I put the butt plug on an end table, and flopped down on the couch. I was asleep pretty much instantly.
The sunlight coming through the windows woke me up. I didn't recognize the ceiling. The water stains were in all the wrong places, a series of unfamiliar brown continents on a map to another world. I frowned as I rubbed my eyes and thought. My mouth tasted awful. And I had the weirdest dream.
I blinked slowly as the dream came back to me.
It had to have been a dream, right? There was no way all that really could have happened. The details started to filter back to me, but surely they were just something I had imagined or had I really... done those things? How could that even be possible?
Nah, there was no way that was really real.
In the dream I was on a cooking show and totally kicking ass, but all the judges in the final round just kept staring at my tits. They ignored my delicious grilled cheese and Oreo sandwich and just stared at my cleavage and talked about boobs. I shouted at them to try the sandwich, just try the damn sandwich, but they just leered at my chest and kept asking me to jump up and down. Then I did horrible things to them with spatulas and egg beaters.
A sudden wave of clarity came over me. Yeah, it was a dream. I spent last night getting dicked down and munching carpet at a sex party because I made a wish to be a big-tittied stripper. Wow, that was a relief.
I wiped the rest of the crud out of my eyes and sat up.
My boobs flopped down and settled on my chest and I thought about what had really happened last night. A lot had happened. Suddenly losing a cooking competition reality show because the judges were all horndogs didn't seem so bad. The bright pink pigtail butt plug on the end table brought back more memories. I poked one of my knockers and confirmed that they were indeed still real, they were mine, and they were big. I had all sorts of new needs these days, but for now I really needed to pee.
The jugs wobbled at me as I walked to the bathroom. I grabbed my cock and felt the steel cage. Oh yeah, that happened too. I looked down. How was I supposed to pee with this thing on?
I lifted the toilet seat, moved my legs a little further apart, and gave an experimental squirt. The pee hit one of the metal bars on the cage and sprayed pretty much everywhere but the toilet. I swore and cut the stream off and swore again, then grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped up the stray pee. I was finally getting on Jasmine's good side, and didn't want to piss her off, by, well, getting piss on her.
I experimented with trying to pull the cage away from the end of my dick and aim, but it hurt my balls and I couldn't get my tits arranged well enough to really see what was going on down there anyway. Finally I sighed and just sat down on the toilet, got things arranged as best I could, and peed sitting down. It wasn't like I had much masculinity to lose at this point anyway.
I finished up and flushed, then rinsed my hands off in the sink. I washed my face while I was at it, and wandered out of the bathroom. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, but I heard Jasmine moving around in her bedroom. The toilet flushing must have woken her up. I was still trying to come to terms with last night, so I sat down on the couch and just kind of looked around while I waited.
She came out of the bedroom wearing a robe and rubbing her eyes. She waved a hand in my general direction and mumbled, "Sit, stay, touch nothing, do nothing." Then she walked into the kitchen, started some coffee, and went into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and I heard the shower start running.
She came out a few minutes later looking a lot more awake. She was still in the robe and had done that head wrap thing with a towel. She poured two cups of coffee and threw a couple of bowls of oatmeal in the microwave. Five minutes later she handed me a bowl of oatmeal with some fruit in it and a cup of black coffee. We had a wordless breakfast sitting on the couch. I wasn't a big fan of oatmeal usually but I was hungry as fuck and pretty much inhaled it. Jasmine finished hers and handed me her empty bowl. "Put these in the sink."
I dropped the dishes in the sink and walked back to the couch. Before I could sit down Jasmine pointed to the floor in front of her. "Stand there. Hands at your sides."
I guessed we were getting started for the day. Jasmine took a drink of coffee and started poking at my caged dick. I took a deep breath. Being so naked and vulnerable and being inspected was definitely doing it for me. I could feel Jasmine moving the cage around, not touching my cock with her hand, just moving it around with the metal cage that kept it from getting even a little bit hard.
"You're chafing a little it looks like. You'll want to put some lube on it, something that won't get absorbed by your skin and will last awhile. They have free packets at the club, I can grab some later." I could feel myself starting to push against the cage and Jasmine rolled her eyes and let go. "Otherwise you clearly seem to be enjoying yourself." She leaned back and looked up at me. "Some boys like smaller cages, they say it hurts less when they have to stay soft all the time and their erection doesn't push against the metal. Would Piggy like a smaller cage?"
I tried to ignore the warm wash of humiliation that ran over my body. To be unlocked only to be locked up again in an even smaller cage, to have my cock forced into an even smaller device and punished even more. To have my balls hanging in front of it while people laughed and asked me how my clit was, ugh, to have it soft and limp and still filling its cage, it felt like such a delicious fantasy. I bit my cheek until the pain cleared my head a little bit and made myself say, "Uh... I think this one is fine?" Part of me really wanted that smaller cage and the increased humiliation, but I needed to get this under control. I had to remember this was a temporary thing, and I had one wish left, and before too long I'd be back to my old life. Even though it was a pretty fucking sad life sometimes.
Jasmine shrugged. "Fine for now. Something to think about. We could also put some spikes in it. You're not a quick study, but even you might learn your lesson eventually." Thankfully, she continued before I had to respond or could think too much about dropping to my knees in agony every time I tried to get hard. I was really afraid that thought might turn me on too. "For now you need to work on your dancing. Since you're determined to keep that ridiculous little bald thing, you might as well try to make some money off of it. Turn around, face the television."
She flipped on the tv and searched for some videos. Since she couldn't see my face I went ahead and frowned as she searched for "stripping for complete idiots" and scrolled through the results. She found one and hit play, took a drink of coffee, and told me, "Okay, follow along. Do a good job or the pig tail goes back in."
I followed along as best I could. I wasn't bad, and I used to be pretty good at some of those Dance Dance games, but my center of gravity had changed, and my boobs were prone to suddenly lurching one way or the other. Jasmine turned out to be a pretty decent teacher, and actually had some good suggestions. And some very motivational ideas if I slacked off. I actually made decent progress, and we had a break for lunch that felt almost normal, except I was stacked, naked, and had a metal cage on my dick.
We went back to it after lunch, and I was getting some actual decent moves. Jasmine even complimented me a time or two. I learned to anticipate my jugs and move with them rather than fighting them, and even how to dance differently to different songs. By the time the sun was going down, I felt good but my legs were sore and I could barely move. Jasmine could see the sweat in my long hair, running down my tits, and making my skin glow. She finally hit the off button the tv and told me we were done. I sighed in relief and flopped down on the floor.
She stood up and looked down at me as she shook her head. "Your ass needs more cardio." I wheezed and tried to lay down harder. At least she sounded a little amused and not angry.
I could hear her messing around in the bedroom, and my breathing was back to almost normal by the time she came out. She had a gym bag and dropped a dress on me. "I gotta work tonight. You can come with me and hang out backstage, or, you can stay here." I started thinking while she talked. "If you stay here, and if my shit is in any way fucked up when I get back, I swear I will drop you at Julio's, tell him to have a gangbang with you, and go visit my mother for a week."
Visions of getting gangbanged in Julio's apartment flooded my brain. All those hands groping me, all those cocks pushing their way into my holes, all those eyes on me as they mandhandled me and used my body to get off. Maybe they'd bring their girlfriends and I'd eat pussy while they shoved their big hard dicks up my ass, or make me crawl around on all fours and bark like a bitch in heat. I think my dick almost shredded itself trying to get hard in the cage but then I suddenly remembered something else. I sat up and played it casual. "I'd like to go to work with you actually." I shrugged like it was no big. "Maybe I can pick up some special moves or tricks or something."
Jasmine shrugged back. "Fine. Whatever." She even offered me a hand and pulled me to my feet. I climbed into the dress like I was shoving a Christmas tree into a giant trash bag, put on my flip flops, and we headed out.
I immediately noticed two things. One, it was cold enough out that my nipples hardened pretty much instantly. Two, people looked. They looked a lot. The boys were the worst, some of them openly leered at me walking down the street. Most of the women snorted in disgust or rolled their eyes, and I heard a few mutters of "Whore" and "Slut." But a few women were as into it as the guys were, eyeing me up and down and smiling.
It was the dress. Well, it was the huge jugs, but the dress didn't help. It wasn't made for someone my size or something. I had spent all day naked, but now I felt even more exposed. I had to be careful how I moved or it would slip down and show way more cleavage than I should be showing in public. It kept trying to slide down my shoulders, and if I pulled it up too far, I risked showing off my bare ass and dick. I settled for getting it more or less in place, and grabbed a fistful of material and twisted. That pulled it tight and helped keep it in place, but my tits were pretty much on full display. Especially those damn nipples.
I also found myself back in that warm, fuzzy, exhibitionist place. I'd fight to keep from flashing half the street but then catch myself taking deep breaths and pushing my shoulders back to get the ladies out front and center. I was always looking away when someone was leering or pointing their phone at me, letting them look a little longer, and I licked my lips thinking what they'd do later with those pictures. I was practically panting as I jiggled and shook my way down the street and onto the subway.
The subway was even worse. People were openly leering at my cleavage and I just stared straight ahead. One guy, I could see his dick making a tent in his pants, and by the time we got to our stop there were tears in my eyes from my own dick being smashed down by the cage. I wanted to tear my clothes off and crawl over and rub my cheek on the crotch of his pants. I think I left finger impressions in the plastic of the seat by the time I stumbled to my feet and lurched out of the subway car.
I waddled down the street behind Jasmine to keep from smashing my balls between my legs. The cold air actually helped clear my head some, and I sighed in relief when Jasmine let us in the back door of her strip club. We walked to the dressing room backstage and got a few "Heys" and a few "Hellos," or at least Jasmine did.
I found a quiet corner and sat down, and looked around the dressing room. I found the face I had been looking for. Cinammon was a stripper here too, and studying to be a lawyer.* She said she'd try to figure out a way out of this mess for me, and I was hoping she'd come through. I ignored her for the time being, but as soon as Jasmine was changed and went out on stage I practically ran over to her. "Well? I haven't used the third wish. Can you help me? Please?"
Cinammon shrugged and shook her head. "Look, this wish shit's real complicated." She pulled a legal pad out of a bag, and started reading. "You wished to be made into 1. A hot babe 2. with, and I quote, 'tig ole' bitties' 3. a smoking bod 4. an insatiable need for getting dicked down hard 5. liking the ladies too 6. kinky as fuck 7. who just can't say no, and, and then there's this superceding clause, number 8, where you wished to be a stripper."
"That... sounds about right." She sounded really judgy about it, and I didn't like that, but I didn't think I should start shit with my lawyer.
"Okay, here's the thing: you didn't wish to be a hot babe who is a stripper, you wished to be made into a hot babe who's a stripper. So that's your first problem. You've got this whole transformation thing going on with the wish. You wished to be turned into a stripper, not just a stripper. So according to the terms of the wish you can't be bampfed into it magically. So the genii hired Jasmine to turn you into a stripper. Now the wish rewards when you move towards that goal. I think the wish is influencing Jasmine too, and even people around you. And the wish is going to reward everyone when you move closer to your goal. And I guess you just got the tits kind of gratis, which is probably lucky for you, but at the end of the day reality is warping to make you want to take your clothes off and get people all kinds of horny. You follow?"
I swallowed hard and started shivering. "Kind of? So... will I be like this forever?" The thought made me tremble, but I kind of wanted it too. It was very confusing, and I wasn't sure what to do or say.
Cinnamon licked her lips. "Well, technically there might be a way out. But I'm still not sure what's in it for me."
I squeezed my eyes shut and ground my teeth together. "I don't know, I literally have a dress on, big boobs, and a cage on my dick and that's it right now. I'm not really in a position to offer you much of anything." I had a sudden thought. "Look, when we're done I'll give you the lamp! I'll find it and give it to you, it's probably still at my place! You'll have three wishes!"
Cinnamon shook her head violently. "Oh hell no! This never, ever turns out well. That contract was annotated to hell and back. I looked at over 400 wishes made, and almost all of them went bad if they were anything the person couldn't just get on their own. People wish for a billion bucks, the IRS throws them in prison for tax fraud or it's stolen mob money. One dude just wished to fight less with his wife, and a tree fell on her and killed her dead. I'm telling you, the bigger the wish the harder you get smacked down. I could probably get a bus pass or a decent pair of high heels out of the wish and not get hit too hard, but it's not worth the risk."
All the time Cinnamon was talking I was having a hard time concentrating. I could hear the music Jasmine was dancing to. I could feel the bass. I could smell the arousal in the air. I wanted to be out on that stage. I wanted to be exposing myself and shaking my ass for dollar bills. I wanted people leering at me openly, not pretending like they weren't looking. I wanted to look deep into their eyes as I peeled off my clothes and they saw every inch of my body. I wanted to be naked, exposed, totally on display in front of them. I wanted to crawl across the stage and smile for them while they cheered and threw money at me.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed the legs of the chair Cinnamon was in before I ran out onto stage. "Come on, you gotta help me out here! Please!" I could hear the song winding down as I literally got on my knees and begged, but Cinnamon just shrugged.
I had a flash of inspiration. "Look, I'll wish for the money, then give it to you! In cash! That way the wish gets me for tax evasion, not you! Come on, please!"
Cinnamon frowned, but I could see the wheels turning. I pleaded with my eyes. Finally she took a deep breath, and nodded. "Okay. Deal. Here's what you're going to do..."
*Chapter 2. We got continuity and stuff here. Sort of.