Your day couldn’t have gone worse, and that’s not to mention your shitty week. Every drive seemed to become a stress filled traffic jam, and you felt worse with every room you entered. The need to intoxicate yourself took over your mind, and you could do nothing but drag your body to the closest bar.

It even felt like you were killing the vibe here, a strip club’s probably not the best place to mope...

A patron seemed to notice your sad mood, and approaches with a kind smile. N

“Had a bad day?” He asks.

You feel tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes, but you keep your composure, “I’m fine.” You mumble, looking down to your drink as you swirl the scotch in your cup.

“I could tell you’re not fine, and I could tell you want me to fuck off. I’m gonna make your week right now, and give you the same mind reading powers I have; with a wishful twist!!” The man exclaimed, then pushed your forehead hard with his pointer finger.

“Ow what was… Whoa” Your chin picks up as hundreds of thoughts from outside your mind start flowing into your ears.

“Good luck and enjoy, see you later!” The man says before leaving.

You could now hear everyone’s thoughts, and you immediately concoct an evil plan.

You think of the easiest game to win with just the opponents knowledge, and then couldn’t stop laughing as you hustled drunk people out of hundreds of dollars playing Rock, Papers, Scissors.

Scissors would come from the man’s mind, and you could easily throw rock. This went on for hours, with people lining up to try and be the first to beat you. Everyone’s thoughts were totally focused on a plan to beat you, and mostly all you heard was ‘rock, paper, and scissor’.

Suddenly you could hear another guy’s thoughts, I wish a regular girl would just take her clothes off. These strippers could get a little tiresome when you’re in the club for so long, a normal girl getting wild would definitely spice things up…

You can’t ignore that thought, and it repeats over and over in your head. Soon the only thing you could think was that thought, and it hurts your head as it amplifies to the point that your vision begins to fade. Your shirt then lifts up as foreign feeling arms pick it up, and soon your whole body feels numb as you’re thrown into a world of nothingness.

Then all your senses return in one instant, and you shriek in feminine surprise at the hanging breast falling out of your bra! Your mind races at a million miles a second, but you can only hear others’ thoughts.

Awesome boobs!

That girl should be on stage!!

Is she wearing men’s briefs?

I wish that girl was more exotic looking, and that outfit could use a fashion makeover…

“Wooooo!!!” One guy screams, pumping his fist as your shorts stretch across your legs like sheer tights.

The fabric rubs your smooth legs sensually, but you could feel it slowly becoming coarser. Your panties shrink even more from the briefs they started as, becoming a thong that rides up the crack of your ass. You now notice the pants becoming jeans, shaping your butt into a perfect bubble behind you.

Another outburst of thoughts about your body makes you run to the bathroom in embarrassment, not even thinking twice as you barge into the women's room.

You stand in front of the mirror, caressing your new body in awe of its bulging curves.

Your jeans continue shaping themselves and your butt as your heart rate settles, but then thoughts begin penetrating through the closed door.

These strippers suck!

This place could really use another one of those busty bimbos…

No more food!?!

This strip club’s pretty cool, but I wish I could just have a sexy girlfriend. Maybe I would even bring her here…

She would have to be really slutty I guess, someone with a bangin body that knows how to dress!

You try shaking the thoughts, but as soon as someone thinks about wishing something your mind can’t ignore it. Was this the ‘power’ that man spoke of??

A smile soon stretches across your made up lips as a slutty confidence takes over, and your calf muscles stretch from your sneakers turning into 6 inch heels.

The shirt and pants you wear morphs into a skimpy dress, and you can’t help but strike a sexy pose in the mirror one last time before heading back to your boyfriend at the bar.

“Hey babe!” Your sexy voice chimes as you sit in the random guy’s lap.

“What’s going on?? Who are you??” The guy asks, acting surprised for a moment before relaxing as you settle into his lap.

“You’re so funny daddy! Who am I??? I’m your girlfriend, and we’re trying to bring one of these fucking strippers home!” You say in a new ditzy accent, feeling his dick grow hard against your ass as you wiggle your butt into your boyfriend’s lap.

Every guy at the bar’s eyes are now locked on your fit figure, and you can’t help but giggle as they undress you with their eyes.

What a pretty girl…

Is that Christina?!? O no… it’s just someone else that looks like her, ha!

How is that loser getting that ass???

I need a woman like that in a wedding dress, ASAP. I wish one would just be my slave or something!!

Your pretty smile quickly disappears as the wish reverberates through your mind,  and you feel your dress swirl around you as it becomes bright white. Your stomach reveals itself again as silk straps wrap around your torso, and you soon find yourself in the skimpiest wedding dress you thought possible. You grab a champagne glass and seductively toast, “To my new master!”

Now the other people in the club begin to think they realize what’s going on, and a shouting match over transforming and controlling your body ensues. You just stand there sexily, hoping nobody realizes the true secret to your ‘powers’.

The only thing louder than the men’s screams were their thoughts, but you take solace in the fact that nobody’s wishing anything.

“Take off your Dress bitch, you’re my slave now, remember?” Master laughed evilly as your body obliged without hesitation.

You pray for freedom from this curse as your nipples reveal themselves, when suddenly a wishful thought penetrates your skull.

I just wish that chick’s boobs were bigger, that’s all…

This wish doesn’t even swirl or repeat in your head, your boobs simply inflate while the crowd around you gawks.

“Get her on stage!!” A voice yells.

This starts an eruption from the crowd, and all voice and thought was a hundred percent focused on you becoming a stripper.

It didn’t take long for a thought to hit the right buttons, I wish that bitch would just listen to our commands, what the hell?!

“Come on, strip!!”

“Get on stage!!”

“Show us your titties!!”

“You gotta become a regular here, baby!!”

“Squirt cum, you dumb bimbo!!”

More yells come, and your body convulses and twitches in erotic bliss as it struggles to keep up with all the demands. The white dress you wear shrinks into a red frilly kitchen apron, and your memories fade as different dances and tactics for being a more seductive stripper take over.

“Who’s ready for the greatest show in town???” You say, squeezing your boobs together and bending over for the cheering crowd.

You strip and dance for the guys, still listening to their every demand as your boobs swing. It doesn’t take long for them to make your boobs even bigger, and your apron quickly becomes a skimpy red bikini. A lot of different wishes and demands had increased your sex drive past the brink already, but these pervy guys keep finding new levels of horniness for you as you undress and become even curvier for them.

After the guys begin to file out, you make your way backstage with the other girls.

“Excuse me miss! You can’t just come back here! Club girls only” A busty stripper shouts to you. “You did put on a great show though!

Come back tomorrow for more!”

I wish she was more like Brittany, I can’t believe she’s a playboy bunny now! We need another one of those sex bombs for the club!

At this point, becoming more like a playboy bunny makes you giggle and squeal in delight. Your face becomes more sexy as your eyes widen, and your cheekbones lift up to make room for your enlarging lips.  Your body tones up while your outfit becomes more silky and hugs your inflating curves, making them even more pronounced and exaggerated.

“Like thanks so much!! My boobies feel so much bouncier now!!

And I’m like, totes not thinking about my old life anymore, it was such a total borefest!!”

The stripper that had been admonishing you now stares, mouth open as you become more sexy and ditzy before her very eyes. Your lips plump up more, and your smile purses a bit as your pussy flushes with a new intense wave of arousal; Brittany must’ve been a crazy slut!!

“Ladies!! How’s it-

Whoa!! Who are you??” The club manager says quietly, cupping your ass as he stares down your cleavage.

I just wish there was more junk back here…

Like, more junk coming, daddy!!”” You giggle, falling back into the manger’s chest as your mind races from erotic visions of being fillled. Your ass begins inflating behind you, forcing your boss back as his waist was thrust back from your head on his shoulders. The immense weight surprises you, making you jump back and grab at your new appendages.  

“Like, I think this is too much, sir! Please just make a wishful thought to make me thin and sexy again! Saying it out loud will only change me a little bit!” You would’ve been mad at yourself for exposing your hidden secret, but you’re too ditzy and slow to even have that thought.

You could see a giant bulge in the manager’s crotch now, and you know why this man was in control of so many women. You salivate as you imagine him bending you over and getting through these giant cheeks, but then you hear a thought from him.

I wish Brittany would look, dress, and act more exotic, with an exponentially bigger ass.

The expansion before was nothing compared to this time, your thighs and hips expanded more than your butt had before. And your ass didn’t seem like it was stopping anytime soon! You become hungry and crave for any type of filling as your body inflates even more, and you turn around to get a good look at yourself in the mirror. You knew things were bad when you felt your pants wedgie, but your face froze in shock at the actual size of your behind.

“This is like, totally not what I want Papito, wait am I like Latina now??”

“Who cares?? You need bigger boobs. Bigger boobs, more customers; got it?” As he speaks, you feel the familiar surge of fat, but up your torso this time. Your outfit quickly tightens, and the pants and shirt warps together. This squeezes your boobs together even more than before, and you can’t help but wonder how much more of this was to come as you bask in the perfection of your breasts.

I wish you will do anything, and change into anything that will make me more money.

“Liking the new girl?” The guy that had given you the powers walks into the room, and puts his arm around your new boss’s shoulder.

“You did this?

Why don’t you help me out more??” Your boss asks, befuddled.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been able to do this before!

Must be something about you!” He says, winking in your direction.