Top Club
Nicole, a young struggling secretary, would usually slave away until past midnight for a low hourly wage. After that, she would drive to “Top Club,” to wait for her boyfriend Jack, a bouncer, to be done with his shift at closing time.
She entered the back door of the strip club a little after 1am, a usual ritual for her. In the past, she had just waited for Jack in the main area of the club or in the parking lot, but patrons of the club tended to be rowdy and foul-tempered, so she usually just hung out backstage with the strippers.
“Top Club” had a variety of girls in all shapes and sizes, none more unusual than Trish - a plus sized asian stripper. She was backstage when Nicole walked in.
“Good to see you, Trish,” Nicole greeted her.
“How was your day?” the stripper asked in reply.
“Well...” Nicole, a shy woman who hesitated to give personal details, paused for a moment. “Ok, I suppose.”
“You hate it there, don’t you?” Trish asked.
“Kinda” Nicole conceded.
“I’m one of the lucky few, I guess. I love my job,” Trish replied.
“But you seem so confident,” Nicole said. “I could never be confident on stage like you.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Trish countered.
“Jack doesn’t think so. Last night he complained about my weight. I haven’t eaten anything all day,” Nicole explained.
“I can’t believe that man,” Trish said as she eyed Nicole up and down. She had a medium build, blonde hair, pale skin, and was slender overall, with maybe 10 to 15 pounds of excess fat on her frame. “You’re a knockout, babe,” she said, trying to reassure her. “Just the right size.”
“I’ve tried dieting for two months and I haven’t lost anything. I’d do anything to be a smaller size,” Nicole lamented.
“Anything?” Trish asked.
“Yes, anything,” Nicole repeated.
“Ok - well, maybe I can help,” Trish said, looking back and forth to make sure they were alone. “If you trust me and mean what you say, I’ll give you a smaller size.”
“You will?” Nicole asked. “Ok - go wild,” she said with a skeptical shrug.
Trish undulated her rotund, flabby body, causing it to ripple. Her fingers seemed to shake, and then glow with a golden hue. Without another word, she grasped Nicole’s hand.
Nicole felt a sharp shock. “What just happened?” she asked, feeling disoriented.
“Come see for yourself,” she said, and guided Nicole to a mirror.
Nicole looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. Her facial features were rapidly changing. Her eyes and mouth were changing shape, her skin tone was fluctuating, and her hair was going from a willowy blonde to a dark shade of black. The ceilings of the room seemed to shoot up for a moment, but Nicole realized that her frame of reference was changing. She now stood shorter than Trish - she was shrinking.
“What’s going on? What did you do?” Nicole demanded, her smaller sounding voice surprising her. She looked at herself in the mirror - her shoulders were smaller, her breasts were almost nonexistant, her hips were smaller, her entire frame was as if she had never gone through puberty. She was maybe four foot eleven, and she knew nobody would recognize her.
“Cheer up, you said you wanted to be a smaller size, and you are. You’re now a very small asian woman, and a size zero. Happy?” Trish asked.
“No, this isn’t me!” Nicole shouted, stomping her foot petulantly. “My name is Nicole Newheart, I’m a secretary...”
“Actually your name is Nicole Nguyen, and you are an assistant optometrist,” Trish corrected her. “Check your driver’s license if you don’t believe me about the name.”
Nicole did, and she was shocked. “How did you do this?”
“Does it really matter? The point is, you got what you asked for,” Trish said.
“But it’s not fair, I didn’t know what I was asking,” Nicole complained.
“Maybe you’ll like it. You’re thin enough, Jack might not complain, and you could enjoy your new job more...” Trish offered.
“I don’t care about that,” she said. “I’m not comfortable looking like this. You’ve got to make me big again.”
“You sure?” Trish asked. “I was only trying to help.”
“Yes, I’m sure, make me big again,” Nicole said.
“What was that?” Trish asked, with a glint in her eye.
“I said,” Nicole shouted, “Make me BIG!”
“As you wish,” Trish replied. Once again, she began to shake her blubbery body. She hopped up and down, causing her large breasts to flop around and her belly to jiggle madly. Her hand glowed again, this time with a deep, dark aura. She grasped Nicole’s wrists and she received another shock.
“Take a look,” Trish said, gesturing to the mirror.
Nicole’s world returned to normal as her height slowly increased. She could see the ceiling grow shorter and her own head rise above Trish’s once again. But she didn’t stop growing. She felt her bones stretch as her height kept increasing. Taller and taller she grew, until the mirror barely contained her. At nearly seven feet, Nicole was probably the tallest woman she had ever seen.
Her asian skin tone faded away, but her pale complexion did not return. Instead, her skin grew darker and darker, becoming a deep shade of chocolate. Her dark, straight, asian hair stayed black, but became kinky and curly. Her lips swelled up enormously, her nostrils widened, and her eyes grew large and changed from light blue to dark brown.
Her body began to change as well. Nicole’s exceptionally thin frame swelled, and she gained back all the weight she had lost. Her hips widened, her breasts returned, and her butt grew back. The weight didn’t stop accumulating there. She became even larger, as her tummy grew from flat to a modest pouch, then into a big pot, and finally into a massive, apron like belly. Her hips grew wider still, preparing to support a jutting, huge booty and thick, tree trunk like thighs. Her breasts grew several cup sizes, becoming long and heavy on her chest. Her arms and shoulders swelled, robbing her of any semblance of petiteness. Now she’d be able to give a massive hug, her arms larger and longer than any man’s frame. Even her cheeks seemed inflated, as her face fattened and her chin and cheeks grew.
“Just what the doctor ordered, right?” Trish said with a laugh. “You said make you big and I made you BIG.”
Nicole leaned down to grab her purse, finding her driver’s license had changed again. Her new face was on the picture and her new name was Nicole NuTrell.
“And what do I do now?” Nicole asked with a sense of dread, her voice sounding louder and deeper.
“You’re a hip hop star. You just landed your first gold record!” Trish happily exclaimed.
“I am?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah. You’re touring! You set your own hours, you are your own boss. You’ll never have to be in an office again,” Trish said.
“But...am I really confident enough to go on stage?” Nicole asked.
“You are the most confident woman I know. You’re very brave,” Trish said.
“Ok,” Nicole said. “You know, maybe this isn’t so bad.”
“Now you’re getting it,” Trish said. “Why don’t we show Jack the new you?” Before Nicole could protest, Trish ran up on stage to grab her boyfriend. He entered the backstage alcove with a strange look on his face.
“Who is this?” the muscular man asked.
“This is your Nicole!” Trish exclaimed.
“Haha,” Jack said sarcastically.
“I am her,” she said. “I’ll prove it. Ask me something only she would know.”
“How did we first meet?” Jack asked nonchalantly.
“You tell people we met at your cousin’s birthday party, but we actually met two days before, when you were almost arrested for being naked in a public park,” Nicole stated proudly. Jack’s jaw dropped in shock.
“Nicole, is that really you?” he asked.
“Yeah, and I’ve got some great news. You’re going to get a much better job,” she said. “You’re going to be head of my private security at my concerts. And I’m going to take you around the world with me on my tour. And live in my big mansion that I’m going to buy with my gold record royalties,” she said. She leaned in close over her man, towering of him and dwarfing him in size. She whispered into his ear: “And you’re going to learn to love satisfying my big, black sexy body every single night,” she promised.
Jack only liked thin girls, but inspite of himself, he could feel himself becoming hard. He felt disoriented - maybe it was that static charge he had felt earlier as Trish had grabbed him to bring him back here? All he knew was he was very happy.
“How can we ever repay you?” Nicole asked, feeling more comfortable in her new identity by the minute?”
“Um...lifetime of free concert tickets?” Trish asked.
“You’ve got it,” Nicole said with a wink.
She entered the back door of the strip club a little after 1am, a usual ritual for her. In the past, she had just waited for Jack in the main area of the club or in the parking lot, but patrons of the club tended to be rowdy and foul-tempered, so she usually just hung out backstage with the strippers.
“Top Club” had a variety of girls in all shapes and sizes, none more unusual than Trish - a plus sized asian stripper. She was backstage when Nicole walked in.
“Good to see you, Trish,” Nicole greeted her.
“How was your day?” the stripper asked in reply.
“Well...” Nicole, a shy woman who hesitated to give personal details, paused for a moment. “Ok, I suppose.”
“You hate it there, don’t you?” Trish asked.
“Kinda” Nicole conceded.
“I’m one of the lucky few, I guess. I love my job,” Trish replied.
“But you seem so confident,” Nicole said. “I could never be confident on stage like you.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Trish countered.
“Jack doesn’t think so. Last night he complained about my weight. I haven’t eaten anything all day,” Nicole explained.
“I can’t believe that man,” Trish said as she eyed Nicole up and down. She had a medium build, blonde hair, pale skin, and was slender overall, with maybe 10 to 15 pounds of excess fat on her frame. “You’re a knockout, babe,” she said, trying to reassure her. “Just the right size.”
“I’ve tried dieting for two months and I haven’t lost anything. I’d do anything to be a smaller size,” Nicole lamented.
“Anything?” Trish asked.
“Yes, anything,” Nicole repeated.
“Ok - well, maybe I can help,” Trish said, looking back and forth to make sure they were alone. “If you trust me and mean what you say, I’ll give you a smaller size.”
“You will?” Nicole asked. “Ok - go wild,” she said with a skeptical shrug.
Trish undulated her rotund, flabby body, causing it to ripple. Her fingers seemed to shake, and then glow with a golden hue. Without another word, she grasped Nicole’s hand.
Nicole felt a sharp shock. “What just happened?” she asked, feeling disoriented.
“Come see for yourself,” she said, and guided Nicole to a mirror.
Nicole looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. Her facial features were rapidly changing. Her eyes and mouth were changing shape, her skin tone was fluctuating, and her hair was going from a willowy blonde to a dark shade of black. The ceilings of the room seemed to shoot up for a moment, but Nicole realized that her frame of reference was changing. She now stood shorter than Trish - she was shrinking.
“What’s going on? What did you do?” Nicole demanded, her smaller sounding voice surprising her. She looked at herself in the mirror - her shoulders were smaller, her breasts were almost nonexistant, her hips were smaller, her entire frame was as if she had never gone through puberty. She was maybe four foot eleven, and she knew nobody would recognize her.
“Cheer up, you said you wanted to be a smaller size, and you are. You’re now a very small asian woman, and a size zero. Happy?” Trish asked.
“No, this isn’t me!” Nicole shouted, stomping her foot petulantly. “My name is Nicole Newheart, I’m a secretary...”
“Actually your name is Nicole Nguyen, and you are an assistant optometrist,” Trish corrected her. “Check your driver’s license if you don’t believe me about the name.”
Nicole did, and she was shocked. “How did you do this?”
“Does it really matter? The point is, you got what you asked for,” Trish said.
“But it’s not fair, I didn’t know what I was asking,” Nicole complained.
“Maybe you’ll like it. You’re thin enough, Jack might not complain, and you could enjoy your new job more...” Trish offered.
“I don’t care about that,” she said. “I’m not comfortable looking like this. You’ve got to make me big again.”
“You sure?” Trish asked. “I was only trying to help.”
“Yes, I’m sure, make me big again,” Nicole said.
“What was that?” Trish asked, with a glint in her eye.
“I said,” Nicole shouted, “Make me BIG!”
“As you wish,” Trish replied. Once again, she began to shake her blubbery body. She hopped up and down, causing her large breasts to flop around and her belly to jiggle madly. Her hand glowed again, this time with a deep, dark aura. She grasped Nicole’s wrists and she received another shock.
“Take a look,” Trish said, gesturing to the mirror.
Nicole’s world returned to normal as her height slowly increased. She could see the ceiling grow shorter and her own head rise above Trish’s once again. But she didn’t stop growing. She felt her bones stretch as her height kept increasing. Taller and taller she grew, until the mirror barely contained her. At nearly seven feet, Nicole was probably the tallest woman she had ever seen.
Her asian skin tone faded away, but her pale complexion did not return. Instead, her skin grew darker and darker, becoming a deep shade of chocolate. Her dark, straight, asian hair stayed black, but became kinky and curly. Her lips swelled up enormously, her nostrils widened, and her eyes grew large and changed from light blue to dark brown.
Her body began to change as well. Nicole’s exceptionally thin frame swelled, and she gained back all the weight she had lost. Her hips widened, her breasts returned, and her butt grew back. The weight didn’t stop accumulating there. She became even larger, as her tummy grew from flat to a modest pouch, then into a big pot, and finally into a massive, apron like belly. Her hips grew wider still, preparing to support a jutting, huge booty and thick, tree trunk like thighs. Her breasts grew several cup sizes, becoming long and heavy on her chest. Her arms and shoulders swelled, robbing her of any semblance of petiteness. Now she’d be able to give a massive hug, her arms larger and longer than any man’s frame. Even her cheeks seemed inflated, as her face fattened and her chin and cheeks grew.
“Just what the doctor ordered, right?” Trish said with a laugh. “You said make you big and I made you BIG.”
Nicole leaned down to grab her purse, finding her driver’s license had changed again. Her new face was on the picture and her new name was Nicole NuTrell.
“And what do I do now?” Nicole asked with a sense of dread, her voice sounding louder and deeper.
“You’re a hip hop star. You just landed your first gold record!” Trish happily exclaimed.
“I am?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah. You’re touring! You set your own hours, you are your own boss. You’ll never have to be in an office again,” Trish said.
“But...am I really confident enough to go on stage?” Nicole asked.
“You are the most confident woman I know. You’re very brave,” Trish said.
“Ok,” Nicole said. “You know, maybe this isn’t so bad.”
“Now you’re getting it,” Trish said. “Why don’t we show Jack the new you?” Before Nicole could protest, Trish ran up on stage to grab her boyfriend. He entered the backstage alcove with a strange look on his face.
“Who is this?” the muscular man asked.
“This is your Nicole!” Trish exclaimed.
“Haha,” Jack said sarcastically.
“I am her,” she said. “I’ll prove it. Ask me something only she would know.”
“How did we first meet?” Jack asked nonchalantly.
“You tell people we met at your cousin’s birthday party, but we actually met two days before, when you were almost arrested for being naked in a public park,” Nicole stated proudly. Jack’s jaw dropped in shock.
“Nicole, is that really you?” he asked.
“Yeah, and I’ve got some great news. You’re going to get a much better job,” she said. “You’re going to be head of my private security at my concerts. And I’m going to take you around the world with me on my tour. And live in my big mansion that I’m going to buy with my gold record royalties,” she said. She leaned in close over her man, towering of him and dwarfing him in size. She whispered into his ear: “And you’re going to learn to love satisfying my big, black sexy body every single night,” she promised.
Jack only liked thin girls, but inspite of himself, he could feel himself becoming hard. He felt disoriented - maybe it was that static charge he had felt earlier as Trish had grabbed him to bring him back here? All he knew was he was very happy.
“How can we ever repay you?” Nicole asked, feeling more comfortable in her new identity by the minute?”
“Um...lifetime of free concert tickets?” Trish asked.
“You’ve got it,” Nicole said with a wink.