New stripper at the bar - story (Patreon)

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In one of the inner wards, in one of the many administrative sections in the Capital, there was an ordinary bar named 'Lucky's'. It was the kind of place where the underpaid government officials could find alcohol at an affordable price and have a nice night out drinking with their buddies or even find an attractive bedmate for the evening. For this kind of clientele, a small bar like Lucky's could offer both decent booze and good strippers who danced in their own little differents spots on the small platforms around the bar. 

Today 'Lucky's' was packed to the point of bursting, all tables filled up by noisy guests and this made the already angry Paul very angry. Paul - a forty-year-old underboss in the local government branch in charge of housing permits and other urban planning. This position has given him an enormous sense of his own importance, combined with his natural greedy and arrogant nature, although in reality he was more of an overbearing clerk whose workday was spent only doing routine paperwork. Now he was sitting in front of the bar and glaring hatefully at the bartender girl

"You! Useless cunt! This isn't whiskey, its piss with water!" He screamed. "I said whiskey and I meant whiskey you worthless slut! Try again." He yelled angrily didn't notice that some guest from table had came to the bar and were looking at what was going on

"Sir, you need to control your tone with the ladies here. Your words are..." The well-dressed, polite stranger tried to tell him, but the furious Paul turned abruptly to him.

"Get the fuck out!" He shouted rudely. "My glass is full of piss and she's a stupid whore!" continued the already intoxicated Paul and waving his hand to the bartender added "Pour again you stupid cow."

This made the stranger very angry, and without saying another word, he snapped his fingers. Paul didn't see anything, only felt something strange touches around his back neck like something crawling. Around his legs and hands began to be the same feeling of some kind of crawling. He shivered a little from this feeling, thinking its a chill from being too drunk. "Fuck, somebody opened a window and the draft from outside hit me," thought the rude man.

Paul didn't noticed what exactly was going on and only continued waving his hand to the bar and giving angry glances to all around the bar. At the same time, his shirt and vest were now transformed into a tight black dress with spaghetti straps, and his new long hair was tied into two girly buns on his head. His socks were lengthening and were already above his knees, hugging his legs tightly. Also his loafers turned into elegant stiletto high-heeled black shoes with a metal lock around each ankle. His facial hair and body hair began to disappear, leaving his face now a lot softer than a few minutes before. 

Now his whole body felt tingling and shaking. As the changes started becoming a bit stronger, his transformation was completed with a sudden bump in his chest and a tight feeling of his thong between his cheeks. "Oh...what was that..oh" he murmured in a high voice while sitting in the barstool. His whole body froze when he heard his own voice.

At this moment his dress divided on the top and skirt parts. Suspenders came from the sides of his skirt and began hugging his upper arms. He felt something unusual and weighty on his chest, while his hair became blonde. Panic and terror grew in him and a massive shiver run down his spine, when he finally understood what was happening to him and felt his huge tits, bigger than any woman there has, hanging on his chest like two big cantaloupes. "Oh, like, nooooo" he moaned again in the squeaky, feminine tone.

Quickly standing up, he automatically pulled his hands to the newly formed mountains on his chest and felt for the first time, how huge and soft they feel. "What the hell?! Boobs?!" he wanted to scream, but instead only a feminine weak voice "Eek...Wha-? Like what is happppening?! Boobies?!" was coming out. The new busty him was standing there in a slutty outfit, mouth open with astonishment while his eyes were growing wider and wider.

"Patty, come back your ass to your spot and show all the gentlemen, a good time!" said a bouncer-type man from behind. He was pretty confused why she doesn't reply, saw her standing like a statue in the bar with her mouth still wide open and holding her boobs. "Well what are you waiting for you fucking cunt? Go on" he said annoyed and grabbed her arm to lead her to the platform.

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"Wait like, don't, I'm not... ugh... I'm not like her, what is this, haaaa?" Paul was saying frantically while trying desperately to free himself and stop moving forward. Big hips swinging in the tight black mini skirt, while huge heavy tits were swaying heavily from side to side and slapping against each other, so that the one strap of his top broke and almost revealed one of the enormous melons. "Like, wait! Whe-where am I going?? Eeek, finally...Finally!" exclaimed the Paul when arrived to a small stage with pole at the center.

"Yoo, baby! So there is finally something good in this hell hole. Why have you been hiding this beautiful titties away?" a dark-skinned fat guy sitting near stripper platform said. "Okaaay boys. Here is Patty and she will be here till closing hour. Yooow, Patty... Hey" added bouncer "Suspenders! Put them on and shake your ass so these fat fucks here pay us more money" he said roughly and ordered Patty around.

"Yow, like... uhhm..." mumbled Paul, turning slowly around on the stage. "Like I'm Paul and, ahmm. I'm like, forty, and ahmm...my job is being an official...Like a very important one, in the capital. But, like, I am not a c-c-c-uh...striper-r-r..Okaaaay" continued Paul while taking slow step on the small stage, almost falling with those terrible, unbearable high heels and raising his suspenders up with a shaky, shivering movement, trying to cover his tits.

He didn’t notice how the bartender girl approached, who were manager of this bar, which mean she also was boss of every stripper here, including Paul. She hearing this speech with surprise, couldn't resist and giggled, "God damn it" she though, "that poor, dim witted girl! Why, oh why do all my best dancers turn out to be brainless fools? Damn!" and then said aloud "Shut up Patty, I am not paying you to speak. Show these gentleman a good time. Come on boys, applaud for Patty" she clapped her hands and urged the men.

Paul felt very awkward on the stage and was standing like frozen, completely horrified while the men began screaming and whistling. He standing leaned his back against the pole at the center of the stage, feeling completely out of place, having trouble even maintaining balance with high heels and an hourglass figure. His cheeks turned very red, feeling ashamed and embarrassed for being so visible in this revealing clothing and this dirty place. Looking down, he couldn't avoid the glances at his gigantic tits, barely held together by his broken, tattered top. "Holy fuck, how is that even possible" Paul thought with horror.