This choice: A red haired stripper with a big ass • Go Back...Chapter #4A red haired stripper with a big ass by: Mr. George   "I've always been too timid." Mr. Proctor answered, "So... I've decided to jump in the deep end." He nodded fiercely, but with his teeth biting his lower lip. He looked terrified by his own audacity. "I'll take the stripper with the.... with the large bottom."
The sales rep smiled indulgently, the request not that unusual, though the duration was a little extreme.
"If you follow me, I'll have your consciousness transferred." A wave of his arm showed him the way.
Mr. Proctor almost changed his mind, at the sight of the booth. His legs trembled, almost buckling, sending him to the floor. His nostril flared, as he fought his panic breathing. Stiffening his resolve and shaky legs, he walked towards it, like a prisoner approaching the gallows.
"If only the damned thing didn't look so much like a coffin." he thought. The tight confinement allowed him to relax, lying in the transfer pod. His muscles now jangled, restlessly his foot jiggled, tapping against the side. The rep loomed over the side, "Ready..." he asked.
To Daniel Proctor, his smile looked predatory, he fought his restless hands to peace across his stomach. Not trusting his voice, he nodded his consent, with a rictus grin. His hair brushed against the probes that'd read his personality into the stripper.
"I guess, it'll be Danni, with an 'i' at the end for the next year... or maybe DDanni, with the Double D's." His attempts to settle the client only making Daniel squirm.
However, it was only a short conversation, as a rising whine reached a fixed pitch, and Daniel felt the process start. It felt like someone was sucking his brains out of his head, the world going grey, and his field of vision a shrinking circle, that dropped him into a pitch black featureless void.
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"Wait." Danni, cried out, sitting bolt upright, already realising it was far too late. She heard the pitch of her cry, felt the shifting heave of her new bust, and the extra cushiony goodness of her ass beneath her.
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Looking frantically around her new surrounding, she added the length of hair to her list of new sensations. Brushing back and forth across the base of her spine. It's caress, ticklish and teasing.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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