Melissa walked out into a dark alleyway, hoping she could find this place before anybody could stop her. This magical place her needs lead her too. A world of wonders known as a strip club. Melissa had no idea why she felt the sudden urge to come here, she suspected it had to do with her needs as a bimbo. If that was the case, she could only look forward to joining in on whatever this place could offer.
Melissa rezipped her tight party dress. She never had a dress like this before, and all of a sudden it just appeared in her closet around the same time she became a bimbo. The blonde bombshell had no idea what turned her into a bimbo in the first place, nor where the dress came from. All she cared about was feeling good. Feeling good and helping others to feel good. Like her outfit. It made her feel so sexy! It was big enough to hug her massive tits and squeeze her thin waist, it was shiny and made of latex, and it was so pink! It was the one thing in her apartment that wasn't splashed in the massive amounts of cum sprayed in her room.
That was something she left alone and didn't care, even if it caused a bit of trouble. Her needs to go out overcame her need to clean up the mess. There was something so kinky about leaving her home covered in her juices when bringing another girl home...another girl? "Huh? Why am I, like, thinking about girls?" Melissa asked herself, not minding one bit the unusual speech pattern starting to rise. She was hardly ever attracted to boys to begin with, but never once did she consider attraction to the same sex. She wondered how much. She imagined another woman in front of her. Naked, blonde, and boobs so big she could use them as makeshift pillows. Melissa moaned as she got herself aroused, coming to an obvious conclusion. "Huh, guess I like girls~"
She reluctantly stopped thinking her kinky thoughts as she finally reached her destination. A back door in a back alley behind what people thought was a shut down pizza joint. The only reason she knew this was the place was because of the large, muscular man guarding the door. A bouncer. "Hehehe...bounce." She giggled to herself, thinking of other things she wanted bounced. She trotted her way up to the man, hoping for a positive reaction from him. "Hiya mister! Like, can I come in?" The question itself was plain and simple, but the slutty and sultry tone she asked it in got the bigger man going.
The bouncer tugged at the collar of his tight black t shirt, sweating from shyness around this girl. He was trained to be stone faced and unmoving towards any patrons, yet this woman had some kind of power over him. "S-Sure, come on in." He said, opening the door for the girl. Now he was doing stuff for his patrons? This wasn't anything like his normal attitude, not that Melissa knew or cared.
She giggled and stepped up next to the big man, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a thick, pink lipstick kiss mark on him. "Like, thanks!" She giggled again and stepped forward, not noticing a sudden bulge starting to grow from the man's chest.
Melissa stepped through the door way, and entered into a dark red room, it resembled a miniature night club. One could easily tell the difference between a strip club and a night club by the sight of naked girls dancing on stages and swinging around poles. Sexy, dancing so sexy... "But, like, it could be sooo much sexier!" She said to herself in such a giddy fashion, reaching behind her for a bottle of a familiar white liquid.
She noticed one of the dancers leaving the backstage area to leave to use the ladies room. Perfect, an opening. Melissa followed behind her, stepping through the bathroom door and waiting patiently to meet her new friend. After a few minutes of waiting, the dancer came out of the stall and was stunned by the sight of such a busty bimbo. Seeing her sizes even made her feel somewhat inadequate about her D cups, such a big size for a normal girl, and she felt small compared to the woman in front of her. "U-Um...can I help you?"
*giggle* "Like, totally!" Melissa said to herself, so giddy at the prospect. "Like, my name is Melissa! What's your name?"
"Candy." The stripper said, suddenly somehow not at all bothered by the woman who looked more like a slut than she did. "My name is Candy."
"Wow, that's such a hot name! Hey, you look kinda thirsty!"
"Kind of. I did work pretty hard tonight."
Holy crap. She worked up a thirst just from sexual dancing? Melissa was getting so horny from the idea of what this woman could do if she was fully bimbofied. It would be a problem if she came now, while they were isolated. She wanted to cum on the entire audience. Save it for now, talk to Candy first. "Here, I have a drink for you!" Melissa handed her the clear water bottle filled with a mysterious white liquid.
Candy wanted to question it, yet something about this strange woman's presence made her feel like she needed to listen, like she needed to trust this Melissa girl despite having no basis on this trust. She reached for the bottle and opened the cap. "Thanks, Melissa." She took a huge swig of the liquid she knew nothing about...and started chugging. It tasted amazing! Candy never had anything that tasted so good! It had a salty taste to it, but there was also something so addictingly sweet about the drink that made her want more. And more. And more!
She swallowed more and more of the goop until every last drop was gone. Candy felt empty without the taste, but she savored what taste still lingered in her mouth as she licked her lips. Her lips which began to plump up and started turning pink. Pink like Melissa's dress. Like her makeup. The lipstick spread perfectly across her slutty lips as she embraced the warm feeling her drink brought her. "Wow that was amazing! What was that?"
Melissa giggled to herself, unable to contain her excitement for what she was about to reveal. "It's my cum~"
Candy wanted to feel disgusted by what she just heard, by what she just did. But she was a little guilty of sharing some time with customers backstage. Besides...she wanted more. She wanted more of Melissa's cum. She brushed her fingers through her thickening hair as it started fading from brown to blonde, her bimbo transformation only accelerating. "P-Please...I want more."
Melissa wanted to grant her wish. She wanted to see this slut's tits grow out of her top, to see her cum her brains out. To hear her beg for more like the bimbo she wanted to be. But the bimbo knew she had to attend to the rest of the strip club. To dance for all the cute patrons, then cum. Cum hundreds of gallons out onto all her viewers and watch them become busty blonde bimbos like what was happening to happy little Candy. Oh choices...
Ultimately, Melissa decided to...