Despite your doubts, you stab your finger against the screen. Selecting the most voluptuous woman you've ever seen. Feeling your body respond to her image, it's unsettling to imagine in a few moments you'll be inhabiting her body.
Her body is far beyond anything genetics could achieve with even the most dedicated breeding program. The thickening stiffness becoming more obvious, as the screen lights up. Pressing your thumb down for the required time, it takes the payment from your account. The door slips aside allowing you to enter, and take another step closer to being a stripper. Naturally, you can't tell if she'll be at work or just going about her life, but as the evening is drawing on, you suspect and hope she'll be at the club.
Soon your shoulders will experience the weight of that incredible bust, you'll feel that incredible ass shimmy and drink in the admiring horny glances of her appreciative audience. Feeling the rush of excitement as you step into the pod. You might arrive mid-routine, dazzled by the lights, and the baying crowd.
Turning around, you're hyper-aware of how obvious your erection is going to be to anyone passing by. As you settle back the door hisses shut sealing you in, and commiting you to wearing the strippers body, being the stripper.
As you feel your consciousness drift away, the view out the pod door fades taking on a misty air. As your new vision fades back in, there's a green glow around your vision. Alerting your host to your arrival. As you hoped, she's in the club. The air is unmistakable, as turns to a nearby mirrored wall to admire herself, and allow you to appreciate the view too. She pouts and refreshes her make up. Winking to you, the distracting green haze vanishes from the fringe of your vision.
Feeling your arm move, you adjust yourself. Settling the girls in your dress. It's erotic to be puppeted, and a gasp rips from your throat, as she tweaks her own nips.
Blowing herself/you a kiss, she heads back down the narrow backstage corridor.
You feel every ripple and roll. Every bounce and jiggle from your rump from your bust. It's a joyride, and surely not that way all the time.
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