Inferno Girl (BE, AE, Bimbo)

[The_Doctor]

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Inferno Girl
By: Dalek_Sarah

We had just moved into our new home after me and my husband came back from our honeymoon. We chose to play it financially safe and got ourselves a pretty decent little house in the east side of the city. It wasn't a terrible part of the neighborhood, but it was sort of in the ghetto. Personally, it never bothered me, but my husband was always kind of iffy about the living situation. Being one of the very few white couples in a predominantly black and Hispanic neighborhood, would make things a smidgen worrisome. However, we came to realize that the neighbors were all very nice and welcoming people. This at least put my husband at ease.

"Well, finally moved in and unpacked. Celebrate with some Chinese?" My husband John said happily as he finished unpacking the last box of various nick nacks.

"Sounds good to me. Maybe we can look up if a place delivers?" I said sitting on the couch while trying to see if anything good was on Netflix. Looking at the time, I realized it was almost five in the evening. "Jesus, time flew by." I mentioned as I stretched on the couch. John only nodded his head as both of our trains of thought were cut off due to a sharp knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" I asked not knowing we were having company. I looked down at myself and realize I'm only in a tank top and panties. I quickly hop up and rush to the back room to grab something simple to wear, but still be modest. John on the other hand looked at the door and peered through the peep hole. On the other side stood a rather tall black man. By the time I emerged from the back in some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

John opened the door to reveal the man behind the door. "Hi, can I help you?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm Dante. I live next door to you. Wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." He said standing in the doorway. There was a bit of an awkward silence before I finally had to butt in.

"Please come in, make yourself comfortable." I said happily letting him in. I knew this would make John a little uncomfortable, letting a man they only just met into their home. "Sorry the place is a little bit of a mess, we just finished unpacking."

Dante only shook his head. "Nah, it's cool. My place ain't no better." He said as he sat down on the recliner. Even when he was sitting down, he was big! Looking at him, he couldn't be no shorter than 6'10". John I both sat on the couch across from him and smiled.

"So, what do you do for a living Dante?" John asked almost sounding like a dad.

"Oh, I own a strip club." Dante said blankly.

There was yet another slightly awkward pause before John piped up once more. "Oh I see. And, um, how's business?"

"Business is boomin'." He said casually. I couldn't help but notice him staring at me quite a lot. Almost as if he wasn't that interested in John or his small talk.

"What do ya'll do?" He said again looking more so at me than John.

"Well, I'm a surgeon." John said.

"I'm actually looking for a job myself." I said.

Dante continued to look at me and nodded. "What's your name?"

"I'm Cindy." I answer.

"Cindy. I like that." Dante said before leaning back into his chair. I could finally get an idea that he was very thin, but also toned for sure. His own tank top and jeans showed off his arms that were very well toned and in good shape. Dare I admit, Dante was a very attractive man. "How bout you work at the strip club?"

John quickly got out of his seat and stood up. "Absolutely out of the question!"

"Sit down." Dante said calmly. John was usually a pretty hard headed, but shockingly he sat right down. I for one was baffled. Dante then turned his attention to me. "I got to admit, you are pretty." This bluntness made my face burn in embarrassment. Was this guy hitting on right in front of my husband?!

"This is extremely inappropriate! You need to leave." John said trying to get up from his seat, but finding he couldn't.

"How about you shut yo ass up for the rest of this conversation?" Dante said coldly. John immediately shut his mouth. This was kind of confusing if I said so myself.
Dante sighed. "People say I got a way with words. I can make people do things by simply telling them to do it. Yo John, pick your nose." John started to pick for gold. He then turned back to me. "It's like hypnosis or some shit. It's kinda cool." He paused. "I'll be honest with you Cindy. I've seen you before. I saw when you came to the house to check it out, when you bought it, and while you were moving in. I said to myself I got to get you." He said biting his lower lip. "So how about you and your husband come to the strip club 10 am sharp and we get you started."

Something in my mind clicked. Something seemed right with what he was saying. His deep sultry voice almost having an echo in my head. I didn't even say anything, but I just nodded. "O-okay." I said shaking my head a little.

Dante got up from the couch and walked to the door. "Glad we had this chit chat, you guys tomorrow."

Almost as soon as the door closed, both John and I snapped out of it.

"W-what just happened?" John said wiping his finger clean.

"I don't know, but it felt like he got into our heads somehow." I said not really wanting to believe that they were neighbors with a professional hypnotist!

"Yeah, but, wouldn't he need a clock or a spiral or something to that sort of thing?" John said trying to rationalize what just happened. "I don't believe in that sort of thing...do you?"

I couldn't really say anything. What was there to say? All I knew was that there was a lingering thought in my head about that strip club. I didn't even have an idea where it was. All I knew was to go there at 10 am.

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THE NEXT MORNING
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John and I were fast asleep. John didn't have to work because he was still technically on his honeymoon and of course I didn't have to work. So naturally we felt we could sleep in with no issue. However, 9:30 AM popped up on the clock and we both woke up at the same time. Something in our brains was suggesting we had to get up and go somewhere. It was almost as if our bodies were just on auto pilot. We both got dressed and quickly headed out the door.

"Wait, where are we going again?" I asked John as we both filed into the car. Me on the passenger and John at the wheel.

"I...don't know." He said looking very confused as he turned the key and began to back out of the driveway and down the road. The car ride was very quiet. We didn't exactly know what to talk about. 'Oh hi, we got hypnotized'? Looking at the clock, it now read 9:55 as we pulled up to a seedy looking strip club.

"Oh my god." I said looking almost pale.

"What?" John asked.

"Dante really did hypnotize us."

"Oh don't start with that again!" He said wanting to turn around and go back home, but found he couldn't muster up the will power to even turn the ignition.

"Think about it!" I said pausing for a moment. "How did we know how to get here? He just said to meet us at the strip club. Didn't give us an address, number, nothing! So how did we know where to go? Not to mention how did he just make you pick your nose last night?!" I said almost angrily. John could only sit behind the wheel looking defeated. How could he rationalize what in all happened? However, our argument was cut short as we began to automatically get out of the car and into the club. By the time we got into the club, it was 10 am sharp, like Dante said.

"How...?" John was beginning to ask.

"Just don't..." I said cutting him off.

The club was dimly lit. The music was very loud and had a very high base to it. It was almost like a was a combination of dub step and hip hop. I looked around and saw a cage dancer dancing rather seductively in a very skimpy outfit. Meanwhile, two other girls were on the stages doing what strippers do best; strip. There was lots of hooting and hollering as the strippers took off more and more of their clothing. I for one, was kind of disgusted that I was even in such a place, while John seemed like he was trying to hide the fact he was in heaven. With a heavy nudge to his side, I was able to make him snap out of his little funk when we saw a rather a rather busty girl come up to us.

"N-no, we don't wanna dance." I said blushing at the swollen tit flesh oozing from the bra and panties she was wearing.

"I'm, like, not here to give you a lap dance. I'm here to, like, take you to Dante." The girl said as she waved us to follow her. Clearly this girl was some kind of tit for brained bimbo. I'll be surprised if she even made it past high school. Almost as if our feet had mind of their own, we began to follow her. Though a set of doors and down a narrow hall, we came to a door that was labeled "manager". The girl opened the door and there sitting at his desk, like a crime boss was Dante. His head lifted up and a large smile spread across his face.

"Aw, shit, you made it right on time." He said looking at the clock above the door. "Take a seat." He said as we did just that. "Come on over here Lora." He said gesturing to the very busty blond girl. She walked over to him and behind the counter standing next to him.

"This is Lora. She my right hand bitch and very first stripper. Say hello Lora."

"Hello Lora." She said with a small giggle attached.

"Dumb as a goddamn brick too, just the way I like them." Dante winked almost looking right at me.

"So, why are we here?" John said to Dante. "Why did you make us come here?"

Dante only shrugged. "Because I want yo woman."

This made my heart and stomach both sink. "E-excuse me?" I said not believing what just came out this man's mouth.

"Lora, care to explain as best you can?" Dante said snapping his finger to the busty and vapid Lora.

"So, like, Dante needs more strippers and, like, he totally wants you." She said pointing to me. Again, I felt my heart skip a beat. Why me? I'm nothing special. Especially nothing stripper worthy! Unless guys like small, small chested girls with with hardly anything to look at. Now don't get me wrong, I'm fine with my body and John loves me no matter what, but there was no way in hell that I would stoop to such a level!

"Now before you two flip out, it's okay. We've discussed this before and you were fine with it." Dante said. Again, his words echoed through my head. Ringing and ringing until it felt like it was true. "In fact, John, you seemed pretty damn excited about it."

"I....did?" John asked as if he were drunk.

"Yep, and you was all for it." He said pointing at me. "In fact, you even told me you'd do anything to get this position at my club. In fact, I believe you said and I quote, 'what does it take for a bitch like me to get a job in this club?'."

Again, it felt completely wrong to hear that. I never said that! Or....did I? I must have...

"Lora, take Cindy to meet the other girls. I need to have a word with John. If you don't mind." He said giving Lora's ass a good swat. I lifted my head up to see the large bouncing tits come up to my face as I was picked up. I had to meet these other girls. They seemed nice. As I was being escorted out, I could still hear Dante speaking to John one on one.

"So...you told me you was a surgeon..." And with that the door closed and the rest was muffled behind the door. I wanted to hear more, but it sounded like Dante and my husband were now starting to conduct some business. My brain was split in two. On one hand, I needed to become a stripper here, but on the other hand I was looking for any job but something like this!

"How...how did you get here Lora?" I asked as Lora stopped me right in front of one of the strippers changing rooms.

"Oh, like, me and Dante were totally friends back in high school and stuff. He, like, told me he wanted to open a strip club and stuff and wanted me to be his number one girl!" She giggled. "Of course, like, back then, I didn't have these!" She heaved up those massive boobs in that very ill-fitted bra. Of course the boob envy took over a bit as I blushed lightly as I gawked at those jiggling mounds. I snapped out it to get my baring. I looked down the hall to see several doors.

"So, do all the strippers get their own changing room?" I asked curiously. Why was I sounding like I was getting interested in this job? Asking questions like I could find myself in one of those room! I looked at the door and it had a star on it that said "Brittney".

"Uh huh!" Lora said happily. "I even have my own." She leaned in a bit too close as those giant masses of flesh pressed a bit into my own small chest as she whispered into my ear. "It's the biggest changing room." She giggled. "Dante says, it's to make room for my babies!" She said once again jiggling her boobs.

Lora then opened the door as I peered in to see another stripper. It was clear she was getting dressed and was only mid way through when my train of thought was cut short. I heard the girl's voice. "For fuck's sake Lora, close the damn door! I'm fucking changing!" Lora pushed me in and I had to wave a hand around to get the wafting cigarette smoke out of my face. I could hear the door shut behind me as Lora left me with whoever it was in here with me. I finally was able to get a good look at the girl. A goth looking woman with several piercings on her lips, eyebrows, ears and nose. Her face was practically white with black make up giving herself quite the typical vampire look. Even her outfit was primarily black lace with tall black platform heals. Only problem was, she was topless. Though she was nearly not as big as Lora, she still had a rather plump set of breasts. I know I'm not expert when it come to measuring bra sizes (keeping in mind my tiny B cups), so had to at least be an E. Even her left nipple was pierced. She had a cigarette in her mouth as she was clearly the culprit for hot boxing the room. She moved her jet black hair out of her face, revealing that one side of her head was shaved.

"So, you're going to be Dante's new girl?" Brittney said. It was pretty evident that she was a hardcore individual and didn't take shit from anyone. I could only nod my head. The girl took a drag and blew the smoke, politely not in my face and stretched out her hand. "Name's Brittney. You probably read that on the door. But everyone calls me Brit." I took the girl's hand and shook it. She took another drag from her cigarette and walked over to her bra that was laying on her vanity. I looked around her changing room. It was about the same size as a small bedroom. The music was sort of loud as I had no clue what it was. Though it was clear it was heavy metal. Seeing all the King Diamond, Megadeath, and Dio posters everywhere, it was clear she was a fan.

"Yeah, I'm the....the new girl." I said almost sounding like I was fighting the words. "My name is Cindy."

"Cindy huh? Cute name." Brit said as she was putting on her bra and clasping it tight. The bra brought more attention to pale orbs. "Nice aren't they?" She said cupping them in her hands. "Not as big as Lora's though. That bimbo has the biggest tits in this joint. And it seems like they grow bigger every other month. It's so irritating. I can only imagine how you feel." She said laughing as giving my small pancakes a poke. I blushed heavily. "Eh, I'm sure Dante could work something out." She winked as she turned to her vanity. The music switching to Meatloaf's Bat out of Hell.

"So, how did you get here?" I asked curiously.

"Dante and I met at a job fair. Offered me a good paying gig and I've been here ever since. A week from now, I'll have been here for five years." Brit said smiling. "This is a pretty awesome place and I make a shit ton of money."

"AND NOW!! FOR YOU VIEWING PLEASURE....." An intercom came over the music.

"Oh shit, sounds like it's my go." She said taking one last drag from her cigarette and putting the butt out in her skull ashtray. "Wish me luck out there." She winked before giving me a peck on the cheek, leaving black lip marks behind. She walked out the door as I followed her behind meeting back up with the walking boobs in the hall.

"....THE ONE, THE ONLY, BRIT THE RIPPER!!!!!" I could hear over the intercom as men were cheering her on. I couldn't see anything, but I could only imagine the men were eating her up.

"Wow...." I could only say.

"Wow indeed! She's, like, super cool!" Lora said as they walked down the hall to the next door. The star on the door said Grace.

Lora knocked on the door. There was only a minute or so when we finally heard a cheery "come in". Lora opened the door and just like the other room, it was the same size as a small bedroom. Even the layout was the same. Grace's back was faced towards us. She was coming her red hair when she turned and saw Lora walk into the room. "Oh Lora! Come on in!" She smiled. This girl certainly seemed cheerier than that of Brit. One thing I did notice was that Grace was having a tough time getting up from her vanity and within minutes I knew exactly why. The woman was pregnant and very heavily showing! Her gravid belly jutted out like it was overstuffed with twins. Crazy thing was, with how huge she was, not a single mark on her belly. Perfect skin, no blemishes, nothing! The rest of her was much like Brit, still pretty heavy in the chest department, but as more birthing hips and thicker thighs than anything.

"You're.....you're...." I was trying to say the obvious.

"Pregnant? I know." Grace giggled giving it a rub. "It's kind of my roll here. I'm the pregnant stripper." She smiled.

"Why are you here? You should be at the hospital or something!" I said actually fearing that the woman would give birth any minute.

"Calm down, it's okay." Grace said giggling.

"Grace is, like, one of the oldest strippers here!" She giggled as Grace glared at her.

"I'm only 33..." She said looking back at me. "Don't you mind her." She said smiling. "So, I heard Dante was recruiting a new girl. How do you like it so far?"

"I don't know. It's a lot to take in." I said rubbing my head.

"I know, Lora's boobs should be the eighth wonder of the world." She giggled along with Lora at the joke. Granted, it wasn't a very good joke, but hey, I was dealing with a bunch of weird bimbos. Much like Brit and Lora, I found myself asked the same questions.

"So what brought you here?"

Grace shrugged as she pulled a silk robe from her closet and wrapped it around herself. It did it's job in covering her breasts, but did nothing in regards to covering that massive gut. "Me and my husband feel under some pretty hard times and he felt it was necessary to become a stripper. So I applied to become one here and Dante took me in with open arms." She smiled.

"Your husband told you to become one??" I said a little shocked.

"Grace only nodded. "It's okay, honestly, becoming a stripper was one of the best ideas he's had. We have no problem making money now." She smiled and giggled. Next thing we knew, the door flew open and another girl poked her head in the door. Clearly there was no sense of privacy in this place. But I could only imagine that you have to be comfortable being naked around other people without being embarrassed. "Grace! Mike is here, he wants a private lap dance!"

"Oh my! I love Mike." She said getting up and rubbing her massive belly. "He just loves it when I pushed my huge belly into his face. He pays me big bucks." She said waddling out the door."

"Mike is her usual. Super into preggo girls." The girl said.

"But, she shouldn't be doing that, what if her water breaks?!" I said in almost a panic.

"Relax, like, she's not really pregnant." Lora said.

"W-what? B-but that belly....it was HUGE!" I said now dumbfounded.

"She's got, like, one those, um....those things that you put in boobies sometimes...uh...." Lora said struggling to find the word.

"Oh my god, it's an implant you bimbo. Like a breast implant, she's got a real big one in her belly." The girl said leaning in the open doorway.

I was even more dumbfounded. That was a thing? People got belly implants!? I shook her my head wanting to say something, but the girl was already walking up to her.

"So you must be Cindy, glad to meet you, I'm Sally. I'm the Asian stripper." Asian, she was. "But to be more specific, I'm Japanese." She said smiling shaking my head. I was meeting so many girl's at once! I shook her hand and looked at her. "The 'Asian' stripper? Sounds a little....um....you know...."

"What? Racist?" She shrugged. "No not really. Much like Lora is a huge tittied bimbo stripper, Grace is the pregnant stripper and Brit is the goth stripper, I'm the asian stripper." Sally explained. "Dante likes variety. So far we have every kind of stripper with the acception of a couple."

"What others are there?" I asked curiously.

"Well, that's for you to find out." She winked. Something about it seemed a little ominous.

I was able to really look at Sally. She was much thinner and more petite than the others. Possibly a good foot shorter than myself if she wasn't wearing those six inch heals. The robe she wore covered up most of her body, but I could tell that she had a set of boobs that most Japanese women would be envious about. On her arms sat large tattoos and sleeves of Japanese symbols and koy fish with various geishas and samurais.

"So, what brought-"

"-me here?" Sally cut me off. "I heard you asked that to Grace before I came in." She giggled. "I use to work at my parents family restaurant. Dante came in as a customer and told me I could get away from a job I kind of hated and work here. I very much took his offer and now here I am."

"What about your parents?"

"Oh, they're totally cool about it." She smiled.

Something kept rubbing me the wrong way. My brain kept telling me this was my future job, but something kept telling me to stop! This wasn't right.

"Well, I best be getting ready for my number. I'm after Brit." Sally said heading down the hall to her room. I followed her out the room and saw her walk into the room right next to the one she was in. Lora took my hand and led me past Sally's door to the next door.

"So, like, that was Sally! She makes, like, super good food!" She giggled. And just before she was able to knock, the door flung open and a strong smell of pot punched me right in the nose.

Standing in the doorway was a gorgeous black woman with dreads in her hair. "Now I knew that that was your dumb voice coming up to my door. And I know my bro told you to introduce the new bitch to all the girls."

Wait, bro? "Are you....?" I started.

"Yeah, I'm Dante's sister, Yolanda."


SISTER!? Dante had his sister become a stripper!?

"Yeah, like, this is Cindy. She'll be starting real soon." Lora said sounding a little less enthusiastic when talking to Yolanda.

"Nice to meet you." Yolanda said not sounding the least impressed. And with good reason. All theses girls were so much more voluptuous and gorgeous than I, a plain Jane. Yolanda had curves for days, breasts tightly packed into a white bikini as her ass was her star feature. That ass could cause an accident.

"So...Dante asked you to be a stripper?" I asked hesitantly. I had a gut feeling that this girl didn't find me too appealing.

"Mmhmm, right after he asked this bitch." She said pointing to Lora. "Just because he fuck you back in high school, means you gonna be her right hand bitch. I should be his right hand bitch! I'm his fucking sister!" She said getting loud. It was very clear that there was a bit of a rivalry between Lora and Yolanda. It was kind of crazy that anyone would not like Lora. Sure, she wasn't very smart, but she was sweet.

"Alright, alright Yolanda, calm it the fuck down." A familiar voice was heard coming up the hall. It was Dante! A part of my brain was actually really happy to see him.

"Shit..." Yolanda said before slamming the door shut.

"Sorry about my baby sister. She got something up her ass with Lora." He shook his head. "Anyway, now that you met my main girls, please follow me back to my office. We have things to discuss." He said as we made our way back to his office.
Once back in, I saw John sitting the seat he was in when I left about an hour ago. I sat back down in the seat that I was in before. Dante sat down behind his desk, while Lora stood beside him.

"Well, Cindy, I'm going to go and cut right to the chase. John has sighed a contract. I own you now."

"W-what?!" I said shockingly.

"Shut yo ass up." He said as I did just that. My mouth shut like it was spring loaded.

"I own your ass now. You are now property of Dante's Inferno Strip Club. You now a member of my family, those girls you met, they be yo sisters. You got that?"
Once again, those words rang in my ears and in my head. Much like before I felt my body getting heavier. "Yes...." I said.

"Now John, remember what I said, I still make you two married and shit, but yo ass ain't allowed to touch her until I saw so. You gonna see her get fucked, suck all kinds of dick, and give all kinds of men lap dances. And you just gonna watch."

"Yes...." John said sluggishly. I couldn't do anything. The words that Dante was saying had to be true. They were Dante's words!

"Alright, you guys get yo asses up and out of my office. Lora, get your ass over and suck my dick." He said as Lora automatically complied and began to suck on his cock. I could hear the wet slurping noises as me and John filed out of his office. Once the door slammed shut, John and I snapped out of our little trance.

"W-what?" John said rubbing his head.

"What happened back there?" I asked, like John would have the answer.

"I don't know..." He said as I would have expected.

We began to walk out of the club and head towards our car. That is until we heard a voice telling us to wait up. We both turned around and saw Grace, the pregnant stripper waddled our way towards us. She was at least wearing more clothes than just the robe she had on. Thus her belly was covered up a little bit more modestly in a tank top. John of course was looking at the large woman's belly worried like I was earlier that she may pop.

"Dante forgot to give this to you." Said said pulling out a cellphone from her pocket. "He was a bit occupied with Lora." She giggled.

"Oh we know." John said. "Lucky bastard..." He said a bit more under his breath.

John took the cellphone from the big bellied woman as she waved them off. "I'll see you in a few weeks." Grace smiled and waddled back into the club. John looked at the phone and saw it was just a standard flip phone. Something you would see from the early 2000s. Almost as if on cue, the phone began to jingle. The name on the caller ID was Dante! John was hesitant, but eventually picked up the phone.

"Hello?" John asked.

"Get in the car." Dante said on the other line. John quickly did so as I followed suit. Once we were in the car, Dante continued. "No matter what it is, whatever yo wife says she wants, you give it to her. Got it?"

"Yes..." I could tell John was in a trance.

"Oh my god, John?" I said looking at him.

"Pass the phone to Cindy."

John, like a zombie, passed the phone to me and with a shaking hand, I picked up the phone. "H-hello?"

"You gonna repeat everything I say after this. Once you say it, it's true. You want it. No, you NEED it."

There was a pause as my brain was being rewired to accept these terms.

"You want bigger titties."

"I....I want bigger titties." I repeated.

"You want a bigger booty."

"I....I want....a bigger booty."

"You want thick blond hair and dick sucking lips."

"I....I want thick blond hair and dick....sucking lips."

"You wanna nose job."

"I want a nose job."

Meanwhile, John was taking mental notes. After all, everything I wanted, John was going to give to me. Though in the fog in my head, it was getting much harder for me to resist what Dante was doing to me. I know for sure, this was all his crazy hypnotic powers, but I was powerless to fight it. Was this what happened to the other girls?!

"You want higher cheekbones."

"I want higher cheekbones."

"You want perfect teeth."

"I want perfect teeth."

"You want a slimmer waist."

"I want a slimmer waist."

There was a pause on the phone, almost as if Dante was really thinking of what to say next. Even I was starting to think he was just winging it. If only I could muster up the willpower to just hang up the phone!

"You want trashy tattoos."

"I want trashy tattoos."

It almost seemed like it was never going to end. John only continued to take mental notes.

"You want sexy piercings."

I want sexy piercings."

To my surprise, I could actually hear Lora whispering in the background of the call. I could even hear her suggesting what else to add to my fate! I wanted to scream, throw the phone out the window, something! These people were going to make me into some plastic freak!

"You want to start smoking."

"I want to start smoking."

At that point, I want to scream and loudly! I had been healthy all my life! Never once did I ever even think of smoking!

"And most importantly..."

I could hear that bitch Lora giggling in the background.

"I wanna be dumber than Lora."

"I......"

I concentrated very hard, tried to fight it. This was going too far.

"I....wanna....."

I can do this.

"I wanna....be....."

I'm an intelligent woman!

"I wanna be....as....dumb....."

Goddammit! Cindy, you're losing it!!

"I wanna be as dumb....as....."

Fuck, don't say it! Don't say it!!!

"I wanna be as dumb as Lora!"

NO! FUCK! I couldn't believe it. My mind was racing. My fate was seal and I couldn't do anything to stop or change it.

"Now hang up the phone." Dante's voice said sternly.

My hand immediately hung up the phone and I snapped out of it. I could only assume that John did as well, because as soon as the beep signifying the end of the conversation happen, we both looked at each other.

The drive home was silent. Uncomfortably silent. I wanted to break the tension, but something was keeping me from doing so. John on the other hand kept driving, staring straight ahead and not even breaking contact with the road. The tension was so high that I couldn't even muster the courage to turn on the radio. The drive to the club seemed so much shorted because the drive home felt like an eternity. So much so that I eventually dozed off.

When I woke up, we were't home. I could see that we were in a parking lot full of cars. When I saw where we were, my heart sank. We were at the surgeons office where John worked. My heart even skipped a beat when I saw John at the window of the passenger's side. He stared at me blankly as he opened the door.

"J-John? Why are we here?" I asked him knowing full and well what was to come.

"Dante told us to come here." He said blankly still in his minor trace. He wasn't acting like a complete zombie, but had that look of submission in his eyes. Next thing I knew, the small flip phone that Grace gave us began to ring. John was quick to pick up the phone. I couldn't tell what Dante was saying on the other end, but he wanted the both of us to know something as John put the phone on speaker.

"Now, the both of you are going to go into that office." I felt that wave of submission hit me as my body felt heavy. "John, you gonna give Cindy everything she wanted. Got it?" John nodded his head. "And Cindy, you gonna WILLINGLY go into that office and get everything you wanted. Got it?" I nodded my head as much as I didn't want to.
And with that, the phone beeped off as we filed into the office. We went through the front doors and was greeted by the chipper office clerk Francis. John smiled at her as he normally would.

"I thought you had today off, John?" Francis said.

"I've got somethings I need to finish up." He answered.

Francis of course was sort of a ditz, but she was sweet none the less. We've had her over for drinks a few times and she was a very nice girl. In fact we've become pretty good friends. Francis waved to me as I smiled back and waved. Of course, with Francis being a ditz, she had no clue what John and I were really doing and for who. We walked past her and headed towards John's office.

He shut the door behind us.

"John, I don't know about this." I said as the feeling of submission leaving me.

"I...I know." He said in response. "I don't know how to fight it. I keep seeing your getting fucked by other men and...." He said as I could see his pants getting pitched. "...it turns me on so much."

"Oh honey." I said trying to comfort him as he shockingly pushed me away.

"I can't..." He said sounding pathetic. Of course I felt terrible. Here my husband was standing before, completely brainwashed to be a cuck. He couldn't do anything to me physically, but he would rather watch his only wife getting fucked by other men. Once again, that phone starting to ring as John picked it up. There was a pause before John handed the phone to me. I could tell that John was getting a little worried as to what was going to happen, because now he had such a pathetic look on his face. Slowly, I put the phone up to my ear.

"John is pathetic. A worthless cuck. You love him fo his money and you would rather fuck men and not pathetic pieces of shit like him. You wear that ring for show." My brain was beginning to be reworked. As much as I wanted to fight it, I couldn't help but look at my husband differently. Not moments ago, he was my loving husband that I loved with all my heart. Now....now he was exactly what Dante said he was. Pathetic cuck.

"Understand bitch?" Dante said. I nodded my head. "Now say how pathetic John is to his face. See how much he gets turned on."

"You're pathetic." I said as the words slipped from my mouth like it was nothing. It was shocking how easily I could say it without any form of hesitation. My husband the cuck. It was even hard to think of his as my husband now! My brain was getting so fogged by Dante's words. "You'd rather watch me get fucked than actually fuck with your pathetic cock." True to Dante's words, John's cock began to get stiffer in his pants. Pathetic.

"Now put me on speaker." Dante said. I pushed the small button and Dante's voice could be heard throughout the room. "Now do it." Was all that Dante said as we both looked at each other. "I'll see you in a few weeks." Dante said before his voice cut out.

Another pause filled the room as we both looked at each other. Nothing was said between us as John led me to the operating room. Thankfully it was a rather slow day at the office and there wasn't too many people there. However, we did pass by several operating rooms with doctors working on various patients. I knew I was going to be on one of those operating tables as I was going to be pumped with so much plastic that no one would probably recognize me.

We both went into an operation room. I looked around and saw the various tools use for all kinds of surgery. John was busy putting on his gloves and mask on while I began to strip down naked. There was a mirror on the far wall as I looked into and inspected my body. I recalled all the things that Dante forced me to say. All the modifications that my body was going to get. I looked down at my small breasts and imagined them large and round. I imagined the weight that was going to take place. I imagined the bras that I would have to get with my major upgrade. I imagined the butt, the slimmer waist, the fatter lips and just thought about how wonderful I was going to look.

"Cindy?" I turned around and saw my husband standing by the table. "I'm ready for you."

All I could do was nod my head. My mind had been altered, I had nothing to say to him other than insults and bringing the man down even further. My mind told me how much of a pathetic worm he was and even his mind knew it. He was good for one thing. Money. I got up on the table and laid down. John began to grab the oxygen mask. He nuzzled it against my face and proceeded to tell me to take deep breaths. The more I did, the more the world around me began to spin. Thankfully not in a sickening way, but it a sort of sleepy way. I breathed in more and more and the world around me went dark.

The next thing I knew I woke up. Almost as if I took a short nap. I looked around the room and found that John was not around. I got off the table and saw in the mirror that nothing had changed. Breasts were still small, butt still small, nothing! I was actually upset!

"Jesus Christ, that fucking..." I was cut off by a sharp pain in my ribs. "Ow, what the fuck was that?" I said as I took another look in the mirror. My jaw practically dropped as I could see my waist slowly shrinking! A small crunching noise could be heard as my waist got more and more narrow. It was almost as if a set or two of my ribs were being removed without even coming out of my body!

But something else took me off guard a little. A strange gurgling noise could be heard coming from both my chest and ass. A tightness was felt as my body began to shift more. I looked down in time to see my small breasts not only begin to swell up, but also gain a strange mass underneath! Something firm...and growing! My small B cups could easily be mistaken for C cups, slowly going into the realm of D cups and then DD cups. However, the shape they were gaining was far too round to be natural!
The same was beginning to happen to my ass. Slowly but surely, it began to gain mass that wasn't the least bit natural! Slowly but surely, my ass went from a butt to a booty in a matter of moments. There wasn't going to be a person who could ignore such a big and obviously fake ass. Though look at myself, I could see that I didn't look hideous with the fake tits and ass. They were fake for sure, but they at least look decent while still being dominant features on my body!

However, the attention was taken away from huge set of orbs and ass to my face. I could feel things shifting around. My cheeks were feeling tight as I watched closely. My cheekbones were slowly moving upwards giving my face a very defined look. The next thing I knew, I felt my nose give a loud and uncomfortable pop. I held my nose instinctively as if to protect it. When my nose was uncovered I saw it was nose a small upturned button nose.

There was nothing about me that screamed natural! I even began to see my hair not only grow longer, but lighten up as if to say that my hair wasn't even a natural blonde! The tingling on my head soon stopped as I saw that my hair was now touching the top of my huge perky ass. I looked at myself and saw nothing of the girl I originally was. It was covered in plastic and surgery!

Just when I thought things were over, I began to itch all over. I looked down at my skin and began to see tattoos forming all over my body. Sleeves of tribal tattoos and Mayan designs stretch over one arm. Japanese letters and koy fish on the other. A trap stamp forming over my ass as well as large Misfits tattoo forming on my chest and in my cleavage! My legs began to get covered in tattoos of various horror movies and underground comic book characters. And just above my tramp stamp that covered my entire back was a large King Diamond symbol!

There was a pause. I stood in from of the mirror and saw what I looked like. I looked like I stepped out of some rockabilly concern. Something you would see at a punk rock concert. But I knew that this wasn't it. My image wasn't complete without...
And as if on cue, sharp pin pricks could be felt almost all over my body. Since I was naked, I could see nipple piercings form on my nipples. A pinch was felt on my clit as I saw a clit develop a piercing. Then next was my belly button with a cute belly button ring. Then all at once, my face gained two lip rings, a nostril piercing, eyebrow rings and the cherry on top; a tongue piercing.

Finally, the changes had stopped. My body no longer hurt. There were no words to truly describe what I looked like, but all I could think was, punk rocker trailer trash bimbo? Clearly someone who had the money for all the surgeries. but chose to live the life of a stripper and attend rock concerts! She smiled wide seeing the perfect white teeth in her mouth.

But then I woke up.

I woke up on a bed in the hospital with John standing right next to me. I could tell he was happy with his handy work and he knew that I would love it too. I tried to sit up, but was racked with pain.

"Oh don't do that!" John said quickly. "You've only been in post op for a couple of days. You need to heal up. My brain was beyond fuzzy. My eyes could barely open as I drifted in and out of sleep. Clearly the drugs that John had me on were doing their charm. I could tell it was day time when I saw the light hitting John in the face as he stood over me.

I opened my eyes again and found John in the chair next to me asleep. I turn my head to the window and saw it was dark. The clock said "4:45 AM". I once again drifted back to sleep.

This kept up for a good while. I woke up for a bit for doctors and nurses to clean me up, but I couldn't quite get a good view of my new body.
However, three weeks went by and my scars had healed up enough to safely remove the bandages. It was almost as if I was a mummy being reversed mummified. John was excited as much as I was.

First came the face bandages. My jaw dropped. I looked just like I did in my dream! Upturned button nose, full pouty lips, high cheek bones, everything!

"So far so good?" John said praying I would say yes.

I nodded my head not wanting to harm anything he had done. Then came the moment of truth. Off came the chest, waist and butt bandages. Literally a dream come true as I saw those fat tits sitting high on my chest as well as that perky ass! Looking further down, I saw that my waist had that narrowness to it that said two of my ribs were removed. Even the scars were there to prove it.

I honestly couldn't be happier. So much so...I needed a cigarette.
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Days turned into weeks as my healing process was slowly and painfully coming to an end. Of course we kept tabs with Dante and rest of the girls back at the Inferno.
Once my body had fully healed, we began to make appointments at the tattoos and piercing parlors, as well as getting my hair dyed. Of course once those were all done, that took another couple of week to fully heal. After all, the hours and hours and hours of tattoo drawing and piercings were all worth it. John of course had all the money to spend. Not to mention the handsome guy that did all my tattoos got a nice tip from me. After all, I got to use these lips what they were made for. Of course John still paid full price.

Finally, after months of recovery, I was able to go back to the club to start my career. We drove there, every bounce of the road made my huge breasts bounce. Not even jiggle like normal, natural breasts, but bounce like balls. We got out of the car and was greeted by the walking set of tits herself, Lora. She of course jiggled her way over to me and hugged me tightly. I could tell my new boobs were almost as big as Lora's, but still not as big. Lora was Dante's girl and she deserved the biggest set of tits.

"Oh my god! You, like, look so sexy!!" She giggled giving me a big kiss on the lips. Being an Inferno girl, this was to be expected, I guess. Either way, I didn't mind. "Your boobies are so big!" She said heaving up my boobs stuffed into the top they were in, clearly not designed for big like mine.

"I know, thanks to this guy." I said pointing to John who of course stood there like an ass with an erection. I smiled and leaned into make out with Lora. Just to get my pathetic husband a good tease. "He did a good job." I said licking my lip tasting the strawberry lip gloss that Lora had on.

We headed inside as I lit up a cigarette. I never once smoked in my life, but this was my new life and I knew what to do. After all, the Inferno was a place you could smoke. Lora lead me to my own room. It even had a star on it named "Cindy". I was so happy to see a letter from the rest of the girls welcoming to their home with "Welcome Plastic Stripper" in lipstick on the mirror. Goth stripper, pregnant stripper, they all had their labels and I was their official plastic stripper.

Lora then lead me and John back to Dante's office who finally got to see his newest addition.

"Oh girl! You look fan-fucking-tastic!" He said getting up and feeling his new toy up. His big black hands fondling my chest and giving my firm ass a good wack. "You husband did a great job." He chuckled. I was with Dante now, I did need to put on a face anymore.

"Yeah, well, he did his job. Go join the rest of the pathetic men outside." I said shooing John out the door. He left like a puppy with his tail between his legs. "I wanna spend some one on one time with you." I said licking my lips.

"Das what I wanna hear from my bitches." He said smiling pushing me down and flopping out his cock. I knew that black men were very well equipped, but wow! This was like a huge snake in his pants! I licked my lips and proceeded to do what I was going to do for year to come.

"Wait, bitch, before you do this. Get John back in here." Dante said smirking.

John eventually came back and saw his practically former wife kneeling before a man that was far superior than him. I smiled and made his ass watch as I slowly sucked on this god's cock. Chocking and gagging on the massive man meat, John could only sit and watch and play with his own cock.

A good hour went by and Dante was fucking me on his desk. My screams of pleasure was something that John couldn't get out of me, but Dante was making me yell. He erupted inside of me for easily the tenth time as I got up and got dressed. Dante made John go back out to the club and watch the other girl's dance.

I gave Dante a kiss as I made my way to my dressing room. I was greeted by the other gals, complimented on my new look. Even Dante's sister was a little surprised as my transformation. I went into my dressing room and a wide range of clothes for me to strip in. I quickly pulled out a cute set of underwear and a blouse and skirt, making me look like a business woman.

Meanwhile, John was sitting at a table with other men. One was a heavier set man named Greg. Another was a small skinnier guy in his 20s named Frank. And the other was a guy who clearly looked like he had seen better days named Harry. Greg struck up a conversation.

"So, you're new around here." He said.

John nodded. "Y-yeah, me and my wife just moved here really."

Greg looked at the others. "Wife eh? Why are you here then? Sleeping on the couch?" He said making the other men laugh. John shook his head.

"No, my wife works here now." The other men paused and nodded their head.

"So does mine." Greg said.

"Mine too." Frank admitted.

"As mine." Harry said taking a gulp of his beer.

"Yeah, Dante has got a way with words. I'm surprised I'm still married." Greg said.

"Really? Who's your wife?" John asked.

Greg sighed and sipped his own beer. "Lora."

John went wide eyed. The huge breasts bimbo that was Dante's right hand girl? "You mean you're married to her?"

"Sort of. Dante sort made things change. I'm still married, but I like seeing her get naked for other men and I especially like watching her boobs work their magic on other men. It drives me wild."

John nodded. "Same here."

Frank and Harry both nodded.

"My wife is Grace." Harry said. "The one with the big belly. I have a massive pregnancy fetish, but I'm not allowed to touch her belly." Harry said embarrassed.

"And my girlfriend is Brit." Frank said. "I'm like you guys. I use to fuck her all the time and then she got a job here and everything changed. So, who's your wife?"

Was all he could say until the announcer came over the speakers.

"AND NOW, FOR HER FIRST EVER APPEARANCE!! MAKE WAY FOR OUR NEWEST INFERNO GIRL...."

John's heart skipped.

"CINDY SILICON!!!!!"

The curtains opened as the crowd cheered as they saw the sexy business woman grind on the pole. John's eyes widened as even the men around him were cheering. Money was quickly being thrown at her as the clothes came off.

"That's my wife..." John said with a bright blush on his face as he knew he was going to become good friends with the men around him. Because he knew that he was going to be coming to this club a lot.

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THREE MONTHS LATER
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Francis came to the Inferno in search of John. He hadn't been in the office at all and it was kind of worrying her. Was he okay? The only clue she got was a "Dante's Inferno Strip Club" business card.

She walked into the club and saw that business was booming. Seeing the girls dance and men tossing money at her.

"Hey you! Care for a lap dance? You're a cutie!" Lora said as she came up to the timid girl.

"Oh my, oh no, I'm...actually looking for someone. His name is John Davis? I have one of your cards that I found in his office." She showed the card to Lora.

"Oh! Cindy's husband!" Lora said with a giggle. "I've seen him!" She said as Francis smiled. Lora began to guide her through the club and down the hallway.

"Oh that is such a relief! He hasn't been to the office in months and people are starting to worry." She said as she was taking to the office of Dante's . Lora opened the door only to find Dante sitting at his desk. He looked like he was working on some paperwork.

"Umm, I'm sorry to bother you sir, but I'm looking for someone."

"Yeah, I know." Dante said practically cutting her off.

Francis sat there and couldn't help but hear a strange noise coming from his desk. It was strange sucking noise. It last for only a minute before Dante grunted a little. Next thing Francis knew, a blond popped out from behind the desk. It was very evident that this woman had a lot of work done to her. The girl giggled and lit up a cigarette as she whipped her mouth. She saw the girl and smiled. "Oh my god! Francis!"

"C-CINDY?!" Francis said shocked. "What happened to you?" She said baffled.

"I like, totally had some work done. John did this!" She giggled sounding like a vapid bimbo. "He's like, here if you wanna, like talk to him. But he's so boring..." She said taking a drag from her cigarette.

"N-no, I'm okay. I was just wondering if he was okay. Now I know, so I'll be going." She said trying to leave."

"Nah, stay with us." Dante said getting up from his desk. Francis stood in her place wanting to leave, but found she couldn't! She turned around at least to see the towering Dante over here. Cindy on the other hand giggled.

"You know...you could get some meat on them bones." Dante said smiling devilishly.

[badcompany8888]

I gave you a paragraph of ideas and you came back with this story that knocked it out of the park! I loved the characters and now Cindy is perfect for the new career she never knew she wanted! And all at the hands and in the dime of her newly cucked husband! Thanks a bunch! Made my day!

[jmichaels]

WOW! Great story! Loved the transformation/dream sequence, it's nice not to have a sudden change/hard cut after that build up. Thanks to badcompany8888 for the commission and sharing this with the board.