The Fat BimboThings were going slow in Brandon’s strip club. Uncharacteristically slow. Andthis was no surprise. Brandon had always been able to get the best dancers onthe stage due to this weird technology he… acquired. But ever since he hadopened an “escort service” as his second business, most of the women hadbeen moved there. Them becoming sex crazed after exposure to histechnology was a rather bad thing now. He needed to find new blood. To findsomething fresh that would attract more customers.”Hey, neighbor,” a chipper voice pulled him out of his own head. His eyeslocked with Rebeca’s and in a moment he realized that he might just havefound his next talent.He stares just one second to long at her, before answering, “Good morning,Rebeca.” He watches on as she moves to her mailbox and back to the house.Brandon had to admit that she wasn’t the perfect figure you usually see onstage. Her belly wasn’t as tight as any of his show girls, quite the oppositeactually. And her ass was simply huge, but that usually worked out fine. Moreand more guys preferred big buts. With a couple of sessions on his machine,she might become a great way to pull in customers. “Hey, Beca,” he calledbehind her. She looked up from her mail with a questioning look in her eyes. “Ican’t help but notice that you look a bit pale. If you want you can use mytanning bed.”—Rebeca considers her neighbor’s offer. One look at the sky reminds her howdreary the last couple of days have been and how a bit of sunshine wouldreally do her good. If nothing else, she was sure Adrian would enjoy a bit morecolor on her skin.”I’d really appreciate that,” she answered. “I got some chores to do, but can Icome around this afternoon?”Brandon gave her a big smile and a thumbs up. “Perfect, I’ll see you then.”As Rebeca walks into her house, she wonders where this offer all of thesudden came from. It was no secret what kind of business Brandon wasrunning, but that never bothered her or Adrian. Clearly there was good moneyin it and it looked like Brandon was willing to share the wealth. With a big smileshe started her house chores, already looking forward to the warm rayscaressing her skin again.—The moment he was back inside, Brandon went to check the settings on his”tanning bed”. Sure, it would give you a tan, but he had taken the liberty to addsome extra features. Now this is where things got tricky. He couldn’t justbombard her with the “bimbo-particles” like he did a lot of the wannabe modelsthat came to him and volunteered for this. He’d need to be more subtle.Carefully, he started giving in values on a small touch screen. Skin tone: +10%.Breasts: +5%. Ass: -0%. Erogene Sensitivity: +15%. Mind: -2,5%.Now the last one was the most sensitive one. Most girls that came here had noproblem with being dumbed down a lot. But even though Brandon was surethat Adrian would enjoy the physical modifications, he kinda doubted thatAdrian would want to be married to a blank sexrobot. He’d need to lower hermental capacities just enough so that she’d be susceptible to his seconddevice. And slowly, as to not damage her personality too much.Finally, he closed the panel containing the touch screen, hiding all evidencethat this machine was more than just a tanning bed.—Rebeca had finished everything she really needed to do, and it was only earlyafternoon. With a smile she grabbed a bag and threw in a bikini before walkingover to Brandon’s karabağlar escort place.As Brandon guided her to the tanning bed, Rebeca realized that she had neverreally been inside of this place. Everyone could see it was a big place, butseeing it on the inside seemed to dwarf the outside. Everything she sawseemed to be more worth than her husband’s yearly income. Everything wasshiny and new and somehow covered in gold. This was the first time sherealized how much the stripper industry must actually pay.Brandon guided her in a side room and if she wasn’t gawking already, hermouth would drop open now. This room seemed to be Brandon’s very own minispa. There was a jacuzzi, a steam room, a big ass tanning bed, multiplemassage tables and all of it seemed to be state of the art.”This is the tanning bed,” Brandon said, his voice echoing off of the cleanceramic walls. Rebeca snapped out of her awe and focused as Brandon gaveher a quick tutorial. Apparently she’d be seeing results after one session.The moment Brandon had left, Rebeca slipped into her bikini and lay herselfdown in the bed, letting it close around her. As soon as the locks clicked inplace, a blueish light enveloped her body and she could feel the warmthspreading deep in her body, warming her to the bone. Somehow, the wholeexperience made her feel very comfortable. Slowly, her eyes closed and withinseconds she had dozed off.Rebeca had no idea how much time had passed before a sharp beepingsound, indicating the end of her tanning cycle, woke her up. She slowly openedher eyes, feeling strangely relaxed and at ease. Almost as if her whole mindhad calmed down. When she got out of the machine, she turned to the bodymirror standing against the wall next to it. To her amazement, Brandon hadbeen right, she was already more tan than before. Her finger slipped under herbikini top to pull it slightly to the side, checking out her tan lines. Somehow thetop was more tight than it had been before. Had this thing shrunk? She hadn’tnoticed how much the edges dug into her boobs until now. “Well, time to goshopping,” she shrugged as she got changed again.Rebeca was really glad that Brandon had offered this and that night, it wasvery clear Adrian enjoyed as well. Somehow sex that night was even betterthan it had ever been. Every touch of Adrian sent that extra spark throughRebeca’s body, especially coming from her boobs. Hell, she almost came fromhim licking her nipples alone.—It had been two weeks now and Brandon smiled as Rebeca walked out of theroom after her fifth session. She was still topless as she approached him,clearly not caring about the fact that her tits were on display here. By now, herboobs had more than doubled in size. He was sure Adrian must’ve noticed bynow, but apparently, he didn’t really mind. And Rebeca’s mind was alteredenough so that she was completely oblivious to the whole transformation. Thisdid result in her wearing the exact same size shirts she had always beenwearing, leaving the top of her shirts bursting at the seems and her bellymostly exposed. It still annoyed Brandon that he couldn’t work on her belly, butmaybe a fat bimbo would get some attention.It was time for him to test the app, though. “You know,” Brandon started as hecasually tapped away on his phone. “Things would be easier for you if you hadone of these in your own home.”Rebeca seemed to consider this karabağlar escort bayan for a second as she pulled a top over herhead and squeezed her massive cans in it. “I could’ve sworn this fit better lasttime,” she mumbled before answering. “Yeah, you’re right. But it really isn’t inour budget right now.”Brandon glanced up from his phone. “What if I helped you with that,” he offeredwith a shrug. “I could offer you a well paying job.”Rebeca raised an eyebrow and Brandon could see two sliders markedsuspicion and curiosity go up on his phone. “What kind of job?” She asked,slightly squinting at him.”Well,” Brandon answered, slowly and carefully pulling the suspicion sliderdown. “Things have been a bit slow in the club lately, and I could use a newexotic dancer.” As he waits for an answer he looks at Rebeca’s inhibitionmeter. It’s at about 75%.Rebeca is shocked at first. “Me? I’m not dancer material.”He slides inhibition to 60%.”Then again, if you say I am. But I do think I’m too fat.”50%”But we could really use the money. Still I’m not sure Adrian would like megetting naked in front of strangers.”40%”What am I saying, Adrian loves the idea of sharing me. I guess I just don’t feelgood to be naked in front of strangers.”30%”Meh, I’ll get over it. Okay I’ll do it. I’ll dance at your club.”Brandon grins widely, closing the app and extending his hand. “It’s a deal,then.” As she shook his hand, he continued, “there’s a slot open tomorrownight. Around closing time at 3AM. There won’t be much people left, so we cantest how you’ll do then.”—It’s 2:45AM and some of the pros are helping Rebeca to get ready. She’s notreally sure why she’s so calm and even a little excited to do this. She is, ofcourse, completely unaware of the fact that Brandon has been messing withher anxiety and hornyness from his booth, overlooking the club. So when shefinally hits the stage dressed in a sexy nurses outfit, she is just one ball ofconfidence.She takes her first steady strides and even though she realizes that she has noidea of what she’s doing, she starts swaying her body to the beat of the technomusic blasting from the speakers. She can feel the eyes of several menfocused on her, burning her skin with their gaze, but this inexplicably turns heron even more. She can hear murmurs coming from her audience as she startsunbuttoning the top of her uniform, turning her back to the crowd as she throwsit to the side.There are some whistles and woohoos from the more drunk part of the crowd,but the real reactions come when she turns back to face them. She had hopedthat her massive boobs, propped up by a white bra with red crosses over thenipples would be the eye catcher, but she was wrong. There is still whistling,but these cheers were joined by some guys yelling. It took her a moment tounderstand but quickly it became clear that they were more focused on herbelly than her tits. She could hear stuff like “what a fat cow” and “look at thathuge belly.”For the first time, Rebeca froze, not so sure this was a good idea anymore. Butas soon as her feet stopped moving, another thought came to her mind. Withevery insult she heard, her stomach was filled with butterflies that seemed toreach all the way down to her pussy. She was actually getting more and moreturned on, knowing how these men saw her and she somehow enjoyed feelinginferior to them.With big swinging motions, escort karabağlar the already way too short skirt of her costume wasflying to the side and Rebeca revealed her giant ass to the audience. To herdelight they kept calling her fat, but there were also dollar bills flying on thestage. She bent over presenting her ass to the guys now closest to the stageand after shaking it a couple of times, she lowered herself to her knees,allowing them free access. She could feel firm strong fingers dig into her fleshas words like “gigantic” and “fat” were muttered behind her. Every touch andevery word just sent pleasure coursing through her body, and before she knewit, she was facing the audience again, still on her knees within reach of anyonestepping forward.Her bra was already flying to the side and with her fingers wrapped around herbreasts, she started licking her own nipples. Every touch still send shiversdown her spine, and she could swear she was going to have an orgasm righthere on stage. She looked down at the men, gawking at her. Even the onesthat were still yelling how fat she was, making jokes about her falling throughthe stage and such, couldn’t hide the raging boners in their pants. And a desirecame up in Rebeca. She wanted those cocks. All of those cocks. She wantedto get fucked by these guys that looked down upon her for her weight. Andeven as she fantasized, one of her hands had slipped into her panties.The guys went crazy, throwing money on the stage and encouraging her to”finger that fat cunt.” Oh, how badly she wanted those humiliating bastards tofuck her raw. But she was pretty sure there was a rule against that. Shecouldn’t get fired on her first day. So for now she just bent back and enjoyedlocking eyes with these greedy and perverted men until her fingers drove her toan orgasm that sent juices flying straight into her panties. Even as she came,her body squirming and convulsing under her own touch, she kept going,encouraged by the words “see that fat jiggle.” Her whole body kept shakingand screams of pleasure escaped her mouth for several minutes on end, untilher body finally gave out and she nearly collapsed on the stage.When the rush of orgasms cleared from her head, Rebeca seemed to realizewhere she was and what she had just done. Her face turned red as she lookedback down at the guys cheering and pumping their fists in the air. Swallowinghard, she got up, gave a short and awkward bow and hurried off the stage.Once she was back in her dressing room, Rebeca wasn’t sure if she should cryor laugh. She remembered feeling so amazing on there, but she was prettysure she broke all kinds of rules. Plus being called fat didn’t really make a solidcase for her. There was no way she would ever be asked back to dance and soshe could kiss that tanning bed goodbye.The door swung open and Rebeca buried her face in her hands when Brandonwalked in. She was already making a speech in her head, pleading him for asecond chance. All she wanted was to feel like that again. But to her surprise,there came no angry voice, no furious tirade, not even a grunt ofdisappointment. All she could hear, was a pop. She freed her face, lookingconfused at the bottle of champagne in Brandon’s hand. “You… wereamazing,” Brandon exclaimed as he poured out two glasses. “Your exit needssome work, but other than that…” he handed Rebeca her glass and lifted hisown, “welcome to the team.”—Brandon’s smile was genuine as he toasted Rebeca and saw her surprise andjoy. Still, this was nothing compared to the joy he was feeling. Rebeca was anatural on stage. Especially considering that he had barely touched the sliderto increase her hornyness all night. It had been all her. Things were looking up.