Mike struts back with both confidence and excitement, he never felt so powerful, so fufilled, so sexy. He looks over to a male bouncer back stage who was eyeballing him, a goofy grin on his face and a very noticible hard on in his pants. Not but a few moments ago, this would disgust him, but Mike begins to feel a mix of triumph, and not a little mesure of lust as you think what this big boy was thinking of doing to him. Seems Mike's transformation affected Her mind, she should be horrified by this, but not only was she fine, she felt a driving need for more. Yes she was hot, but it wasn't enough, she needed to be the hottest thing alive, a veritable goddess of beuty, lust, and sex.
She headed to the back to the changing room and picked up the gun, thinking about what to do when she noticed something odd on the side. There was a switch on labeled "awareness", flipped to all, while the other read user. Guessing what that ment, she flipped the switch and tested it by firing at a fellow stripper putting on her makeup. In a flash, the stripper was replaced with a anthro bunny girl of herself, covered in fur with bunny ears and a tail. Most importantly, she didn't even react, simply timing and fluffing up her fur to look as cute and sexy as possible. Mike smirked as she turned back to the mirror, closing her eyes and imagining all the wonderful changes she would do to herself. Finally done, she pulled the trigger, a flash going off underneath her eyelids as she open them to look at the new her.
She was taller now, roughly 6 1/2 feet, with rich brown mocha skin covered in glittery, metallic colored, slutty tatoos. Her face was the epitome of beauty, soft and round in all the right angles with large, crystal blue eyes. Her lips where massive, easily bigger than two of here thumbs for one lip, puckered into a perminent O shape. Her hair was a cascading river of silken platinum blond waves that naturally furred into perfection. Her overall body shape was a perfectly blended mixture of thin, toned, and curvy, with tiny shoulders, a thin waist, and massive broodmother hips. Her chest contained gigantic tits, each roughly the size of two of her heads, capped with large pink nipples. They would have covered her toned, thin stomach if not for the fact that when we're so perky, that they barly drooped at all, bouncing and jigging to what seemed to be their own gravity. Shifting at little, she looked at her massive jiggling ass, big enough to be shelf, but perfectly toned into a soft heart shaped pillow. Your new pussy was massive, looking like to could swollow a head and absolutely assuring camel toe in anything she wore. Her thighs where massive, but blended perfectly with her as to give her a nice aluring thigh gap.
This new goddess smirked, her look equal parts confident and sentual as she posed in the mirror, her Natural moments subconscious moving her to be as sentual and provocative as possible, as she moaned, her voice a high sympathy of arousing notes. Mike loved the physical changes, but there was more she tried with the gun, looking up to a near by makeup station and seeing a woodboard panel above. It held a large mirror and covered in lights, with the name "Candi" written on top, making the newly named Cando smirk. It was clechie, but she decided to go with, making it not only her stage name, but now her legal name too. Speaking of stage names, she quickly sat at her station and applied her makeup, before changing into another outfit, she was due for another dance in a moment. Going at it like a season pro she now was, she quickly changed and strut back on stage.
Before, she was learn as she went, getting a feel for the crowd, but even still she was just an amateur. No, she was a seasoned pro and natural protégé, moving and twirling in a desplay of acrobatic finesse as well as sentual mastery. She looked out into the crowd, showers of money and praise coming her way, Wichita was a nice boost, but that's not what held her attention. Her eyes were glued to the growing rows of tents in the audiences, feeling absolute pleasure and lust and the effect she had on these men's loins. Before, she had a thrust of men, now she was a full on nyphomatic, the money meaning nothing in the thought and desire of what to do with all this men in front of her.
From here heaving breasts was the gun, with here skill and ingenuity, Candi had hid it on her person, ready to be pulled out at her discretion. The question was, what to do with it? She could try and change reality again, shift so that she could pleasure all these wonderful dicks. Maybe she could up the anti, use the gun to improve herself even more, maybe improve the crowd as well. Or she could just keep dancing, revel in what she had,
What to do ...