Escape help (Patreon)

Harry opened his eyes and the man was still standing in front of him. He wanted to ask how exactly he would prevent him from escaping the pursuit of the mafia, but then he felt that something had changed. His shoulders touched his long hair, he immediately looked down and saw that instead of his T-shirt, in which he came and twists, now he was wearing a dress with spaghetti straps that opened his shoulders and most importantly it was the neckline. There were big tits, which Harry immediately felt on himself.

- What have you done to me? You fucking pervert! How is this even possible ?! Change me back!

Harry shouted in disbelief at the sound of his new voice

- What do you mean change back? I did my part of the deal, even though you paid half what I said

Harry took a step toward the man and nearly fell, barely able to keep his balance on his heels. He wore tights and high heels on his feet

- Oh, be careful honey, you should get used to it

...

Harry nicknamed "the bull" was one of the members of the mafia and now he was in trouble and all his former friends were looking for him to kill him. He needed emergency help to disappear and he remembered one strange man who once helped one of his acquaintances, whom he did not see again. Without hesitation, he came to him. He threatened him with reprisals if he didn’t help, and when he found out the amount for which this man could help him, he understood that he did not have that kind of money. He threatened to say that he would give him as much as he had, otherwise he would simply beat him, because he had nothing to lose.

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- But that's not what I asked! This is wrong! You should have just taken me abroad or something

- But I did better. You don't have to go anywhere now, now none of your former friends will definitely recognize you.

Harry stood holding onto the wall so as not to fall. His new center of gravity was very unusual and strange for him. At that moment, he suddenly decided to check his penis and, in horror, made sure that he was not there.

- Just change me back! I promise i'll just leave

- No, it doesn't work that way. I warned you that this is a one way trip. Now get out of here!

- But where will I go? You have to help me

- Listen, I already helped you. If you paid me the full amount, then I would give you your life along with documents and a new identity, but since you are greedy, then just get out now yourself. You can invent your own name yourself.

- Documents!? Yes, give them to me

- No really. Now you are a free bird. I already gave you a new set of clothes. You can go to your friends in a strip club and ask for a job there. They accept undocumented women, but you yourself know that.

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- No no no. It can't be real

Harry pulled the straps of his dress down to check to make sure it was all some kind of fake. He took off the top of his dress and saw his large chest, which was now uncovered. He felt a slight chill from a faint breeze on his nipple.

- Listen, don't need this here! Dress up quickly and leave

Harry didn't listen and continued to undress. He was looking for some kind of zipper or glue. He thought it was all just some kind of makeup, but he could not find it anywhere

He touched his new boobs and felt like it was his skin. This was his skin. They were heavy and awkward. He couldn't control their movements whenever he moved. Meanwhile, his crotch also became the object of research.

At that moment, this strange man came up and began to dress Harry back. He dressed him by force and pulled him out the door

- Go away! If you stand here or pester me, I’ll tell everyone that you are Harry the mafia is looking for. They will believe me and it will only make you worse.

Unable to change anything, Harry went out into the street. His appearance attracted the looks of all passers-by and he thought that they all really knew who he was. But everyone just saw an incredibly appetizing middle-aged woman who was dressed provocatively.

He walked awkwardly in his heels and wondered what to do now. He had neither documents nor money. The car and apartment keys, his mobile phone and other things were in the jacket he came in, but now it's all gone.

...

Harry didn’t believe what he was doing and doing himself. He stood almost naked in a blue skinny stripper swimsuit, his new assets were impressive and he knew it perfectly. It was the most humiliating moment of his life. He stood in front of one of his old friends, who now did not recognize him at all.

It was a risk to go to a strip club to his former friends, but the magician was right, it was one of the only and normal decisions. Without documents, he could find little here, and in the club for such girls they gave housing and even paid. He understood that sometimes it would be necessary not only to dance, but hoping that it was temporary and he would not have such an experience. He only needed to get documents and leave this city

- Well, what do you say your name is?

- Bertha

Harry came up with this name. When he had a mistress from Poland

- Where are you from?

- From Poland

- Well. I think you fit, but I have to see how you dance or ... well, you know what I mean. We treat expats well, and you speak English surprisingly well and without an accent. I'll help you Bertha. But this name is not very suitable. I think your name will be Angela. We will help you with the documents and work, I hope you understand that this is not all for nothing

Harry understood that Johnny (his former friend) was taking advantage of his position and should not behave like that, but he had no choice

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- Do you mean to dance a striptease now?

- And not only

Johnny began to unbutton his pants

- But...

Harry started because he knew Johnny had been banned from hiring that way. He wanted to say it, and then he realized that it would sound absurd in his situation.

- What? Angela, I think you should understand that in your situation there is no need to argue. If you want this job, you will do it right

Harry looked at Johnny disdainfully. In another situation, he would have simply killed him for this, but now everything was different. This evening of humiliation continued and began to get worse and worse. Harry slowly began to wiggle his reeds and gradually remove the top of his swimsuit. He did all this as slowly as possible to delay the inevitable. Sometimes he glanced at Johnny and saw his excited look and not only, and this made him even more self-conscious. His big boobs seemed to be living their own lives and were naughty, but that didn't bother Harry as much as the immediate prospect of getting down on his knees. He hoped to avoid it.

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Harry was standing in the shower. Johnny fulfilled his word and put him in a hostel for foreign strippers.

He held his big tits in his hands and reminisced about the past week. Indeed, no one recognized him from his former colleagues, even the boss himself was in this club and looked at how awkwardly Harry danced on stage, but that was all over. Then he was told that he should learn to dance better, but that was a different story. During this week, he once again came to this wizard, but he only said that he could make it even worse if Harry came to him at least one more time.

Harry didn't like it all. Of course, it was better than lying dead in the grave from the bullet of his friends, but dancing a striptease for them and enduring all these sensations of this new body was not at all a joy for him.

- It's all because of those huge boobs! God! If he made me just another man, everything would be easier! And this body is so weak and helpless!

He had to learn how to do makeup, groom hair, and shave his new assets between his legs. But the girls helped him. Of course, they were surprised that such an adult woman came to them and she did not know how to do almost anything out of it, but still they helped him.

...

It all happened somehow spontaneously and incomprehensible to Harry. He only did something to temporarily work here and as soon as he received the documents, then leave this damned place. But he noticed that fat Mickey began to come to his performances more and more often and all the time looked at him strangely. One day he took him to a private room and Harry was forced to do whatever the pig asks.

This went on several times and Harry could not stand it and went up to Johnny to complain about Mickey. But this is not how it went. Johnny said that in order for Harry to get the documents, he must marry Mickey. It was a shock for Garrry and of course he cursed and just wanted to leave. But after a couple of days, he realized that there was nowhere to go.

Mickey told him that if he did so, he would no longer work in this institution, he would always be at home and only play the role of a housewife. This, of course, did not appeal to Harry, but the role of a stripper was also tired of him and he had to agree.

They soon got married and Harry moved into Mickey's house. It was not the life he dreamed and thought about, but there were pluses here, although there were enough minuses. Mickey often wanted love and asked Harry to wear only tight dresses. He wanted to get away from him, but realized that he had fallen into an even bigger trap than before.

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Angela was sitting in the bedroom on the bed, with the usual movement adjusting her tight top, which emphasized her large breasts. Her hair became longer during these six months, but when he came to the hairdresser to get a haircut, the hairdresser did not agree to do it because of fear of mafia structures. Everyone in the area knew that Angela was the wife of one of the mafiosi and that one should be attentive with her.

She wondered how it all happened and why it had gone so far. She just wanted to run away from them, but ended up in even bigger trouble. She cursed herself for having once misbehaved with this wizard and that things might have been different. She hated Mickey and all his friends, they treated her like a piece of meat, of course they didn’t say it to her face, but she understood it. She was once one of them and knew all their thoughts.

Now she became part of their society again and knew some secrets and could not just divorce Mickey without consequences for her life. Mickey made her an almost perfect housewife. He turned out to be more rude than she thought of him before.

She sat and thought that for a long time she had not had critical days and this meant that she might be pregnant.