31. Week 8 Part 5

I. Week 8
Written By Laristopa .

In this chapter, Chrissy is undergoing quite a transformation that will lead to spicy action in the next chapter! I recommend you guys check pics out on the site.

Also, ‘The Clinic’ will be wrapped up by next week. Followed by another short story next month. Spoiler: it’s ‘I*** T** D******,’ so you guys can take a guess before the name revelation next week. :P

As usual, thank you guys for reading!

Sapphire first lifted a pink towel and an unlabeled shampoo bottle. She opened the towel in her hand and began pouring a thick, dark liquid onto it from the bottle. The liquid had a STRONG odor of...grease? It smelled like a dirty kitchen! Chrissy wasn’t sure if she preferred the ambient stench of feces from the bathroom or the new grease smell more...but combined, they made something truly foul!

Sapphire dropped the empty bottle and approached Chrissy with the liquid-filled towel. She motioned for Chrissy to turn, and she reluctantly did so. Sapphire wouldn’t betray her, right? She had nothing to worry about from her friend...right?

Sapphire spoke slowly and soothingly, “Candy, I’ma make a few temporary changes, aight? You lookin’ too rich and clean fo’ what we doin’. None’a them johns gon’ be askin’ fo’ nothin’ if you lookin’ like you is. You lookin’ too ‘spensive. Ima just ho you up a bit. Take them hair ties out so I can get this shit workin.”

Chrissy breathed into the cold, grimy tile and gently nodded her head while pulling out her hair tie. Her curly, silky, golden hair lightly weaved down her back. She was determined to get this ordeal over with and resigned herself to whatever Sapphire had in her bag.

In one swift motion, Sapphire wrapped the towel into Chrissy’s hair. The smell of grease filled her senses, and she gagged into the tile. Sapphire twisted the towel (and Chrissy’s hair) into a coil and managed to tie it off. Chrissy felt a mild tingling sensation beneath the towel.

With her hair sufficiently wrapped, Sapphire gently led Chrissy to the toilet and sat her down. Chrissy was reluctant due to the dirty nature of the space, but the toilet itself was surprisingly the cleanest thing about the room. She plopped down and felt her fat butt and motherly hips overflowing the seat. Sapphire tugged at Chrissy’s designer heels and removed them, leaving Chrissy’s feet helplessly pointing straight down. Next she tugged at the high waist of Chrissy’s maroon Lululemon yoga pants. Sapphire slowly rolled the tight pants down her smooth legs, leaving her lower body completely naked. Chrissy’s bald pussy was nestled between her legs and pointed directly at Sapphire, who paid it no mind. Her bare skin was squished into the seat, which she didn’t appreciate, but without heels she didn’t have much of a choice. She knew any attempt to stand would send her careening to the much more disgusting floor.

Sapphire took the clothing items and returned with some replacements. She explained, “I know these ain’t Jimmy Choo, but they much more fittin’ if you gon’ be a ho.”

Sapphire handed over a pair of cheap, animal-print heels. Chrissy had never heard of the brand, which was really saying something because she had an extensive knowledge of fashion. The words ‘Made in China’ were prominently displayed inside the sole, which was seemingly already falling apart. The shoes felt cheap and uncomfortable. When she stood from the toilet, Chrissy noticed how they sagged and wrinkled against her movements.

Sapphire was right: these looked like shoes a low-class prostitute would wear. Not that she was one, but Chrissy honestly felt a little more aligned with the ‘role’ she was playing while wearing the cheap heels.

The next item was a thin, ruffled strip of black fabric. It was a black miniskirt! Chrissy retrieved the skirt from Sapphire and carefully stepped into it. It was dangerously short and flared around her wide hips, while her bubble butt tented the skirt and left the bottom of her ass cheeks clearly visible. She was only one or maybe two inches from her bare vagina being uncovered. A tiny gust of wind, hell, the motion of regular movement would likely flash any onlooker with a full display of female genitalia.

The skirt was basically the opposite of her high-rise yoga pants and left her taut stomach out in the open. There was now a lot of skin between the top of the skirt and the bottom of her boob tube!

When the skirt was finally in place, Chrissy felt a gritty scratching against her butt. She craned her neck to look at the issue, expecting to see a tag or an errant thread. Instead, she located a crusty cum stain down the back of the skirt! It seemed both inside and outside were stained. She scanned the rest of the skirt and found another faded stain on the front, directly next to her vagina!

Chrissy swished the skirt and noticed it failed to cover her slit. She complained, “This skirt is, like, stained and totally doesn’t cover me!”

Sapphire nodded, “Uh-huh, I wore that shit last week an’ had lots’a messy creampies. Them pants you wuz wearin’ wuz hidin’ the goods! You wanna let ‘em see what you sellin’.”

Chrissy cringed and looked down at her lower body. Her cum-stained miniskirt led past her thick thighs to her cheap, animal-print heels. She had no panties, and her hips and ass were practically bursting out beneath the ill-fitting bolt of black cloth. Her feeling of alignment with a low-class street prostitute shifted even more to acceptance. Her lower body looked cheap, looked used, looked FUCKED. She felt a little excited. Was this what it was like to ‘get into a role’?

Chrissy followed Sapphire back to her bag and noticed how airy her skirt was. She felt naked—she practically WAS naked! Her hands explored her head wrap and ensured it was still in place. The light tingling was still present, and the odor of grease was as strong as ever.

Sapphire lifted two white pieces of paper.

She, once again, motioned for Chrissy to turn, and she did so. Sapphire gingerly placed the strips of paper onto Chrissy’s back. One paper went behind her bare right shoulder while the other went onto the small of her back, just above the stained miniskirt. When they touched her skin, Chrissy felt a mild burning sensation beneath the paper.

Sapphire left the papers, which continued to burn, much like the hair wrap, which tingled. Chrissy focused on her breathing and tried to ignore the items doing...god-knows-what to her body. She told herself again and again that it was all temporary and reversible, just like Sapphire said.

Sapphire went back to the bag and collected a new item. She approached Chrissy with a collection of long acrylic nails roughly matching the color she was currently wearing. Chrissy looked down at her long nails, which she’d slowly grown and protected over the course of the last two months.

Sapphire snapped a pair of nail clippers, and Chrissy pouted, “Oh, come on, do we, like, REALLY have to?”

Sapphire nodded and corralled Chrissy’s hand. “‘Fraid so, Candy.”

Having her nails clipped off one-by-one felt almost liberating to Chrissy. She expected to be sad, but not having them meant she didn’t have to be as careful not to break them all the time. Sapphire cut them really short and did it at a blazing speed. It wasn’t long before Chrissy was left with virtually no nails to speak of. Without long nails her tiny hands looked positively microscopic! It almost seemed like an optical illusion after months of having something sticking out.

But before Chrissy could properly admire her short nails, Sapphire was already busy gluing the fake, pink acrylic to the tips of her delicate fingers. The glue had a bit of a stink, but it must have been pretty high-quality stuff because it dried almost instantly. Within a few seconds, Chrissy’s hands had nails almost an inch longer than they had been previously. They were pink, very long, and very much imperfect. Whether it was intentional or the result of Sapphire’s speed, Chrissy’s new nails were a little off-center in some places. It made them look cheap and blatantly fake.

Chrissy held her hand in front of her face and then clicked her nails against the nearby wall. These would take some getting used to! They were definitely bold and demanded attention, though she had to admit they were on the trashier side.

While Chrissy was busy examining her new nails, Sapphire reached forward and gently removed Chrissy’s top, being sure to avoid disturbing the towel. Her heavy breasts flopped out, but Sapphire ignored them. She threw the top into her bag and collected a tiny strip of shiny pink fabric, which she carefully slipped down Chrissy’s torso. She tugged the much tinier, skimpier boob tube over Chrissy’s chest. It was made of shiny latex and did almost nothing to cover any part of her body. Her tits spilled out over the top, and Chrissy struggled with her new nails to corral them back inside. Even freshly stuffed back into the top, Chrissy knew they were one tiny move from bursting up and out. Her nipples were juuuuuust barely covered, and her cleavage was puffy and deep.

The burning in her back and tingling on her head brought Chrissy back from the hypnotic pull of her overflowing cleavage. Sapphire led her to the cracked, foggy mirror and started applying new cosmetics directly over what she already had. Another layer of concealer, another layer of blush, fake eyelashes, A LOT of pencil on her eyebrows to fill them in, shiny eye shadow, and multiple layers of thick, dark red lipstick. Her makeup clashed with the rest of her outfit, but goddamn if it wasn’t layered with a trowel! She looked like a completely different person—and a slutty one at that! Chrissy stared at herself and felt the heaviness of her fake lashes attached to her eyes.

Still processing, Chrissy was ill-prepared when Sapphire pulled the towel from her head. Her long, loose hair fell down her shoulders and back. The first thing Chrissy noticed was the color, which was darker and faded. Her hair wasn’t lifeless, but it paled in comparison to the vibrant, bouncy blonde curls that she sported just minutes prior. The next thing she noticed was the texture, which was greasy and poofy at the same time. Gone was the silky smooth, perfectly combable texture, and in its place was something that looked unwashed and uncared for. Weeks and weeks of repetitive combing and fussing were erased in just a few minutes. Chrissy frantically used her long acrylic nails to feel her stringy, greasy mop of dirty blonde locks.

Combined with her ridiculously heavy makeup, Chrissy barely recognized herself in the broken mirror!

Seeing Chrissy’s misgivings about her hair, Sapphire lightly caressed the back of her greasy head and explained, “It ain’t gon’ last fo’ long, Candy. I swear its gon’ wash right out. We jus’ had’ta dirty up that pretty hair an’ lower yo’ numba on the scale jus’ a little. You feel me?”

Taking Sapphire’s promise as the gospel truth, Chrissy nodded and felt relief wash over her. She wasn’t about to let months of hair care go to waste! She fought with her dirty blonde mane and managed to get it behind her shoulders and compacted into a manageable mass. The movement made her boobs bounce from their confinement, and she had to wrangle them back into place as well. Everything was made more difficult by her long acrylic nails.

While Chrissy struggled with her body, Sapphire reached behind her and tore the burning paper from Chrissy’s skin. The burning sensation ceased, and Chrissy let out a sigh of relief. She turned from the mirror and looked over her shoulder to see what the papers did. There were two tattoos burned into her skin! The first was on her right shoulder. It said ‘Daddy’s little girl’ in a cursive script.

The second was a tramp stamp situated above the crusty miniskirt. It was a tribal-style heart.

Chrissy scratched her nails against her newly inked skin—they didn’t wipe away! Were these permanent?

Sapphire piped up, “They ain’t permanent. You got’sta have sumthin’ that say ‘Daddy’ so Johns know you one’a Daddy’s girls.”

Sapphire turned away and pointed down at her own tramp stamp, which clearly said ‘Property of Daddy’ in bold black letters. Looking at Sapphire’s tattoo somehow made Chrissy feel her own ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ tattoo on her shoulder even more—almost like it was pulsating, begging for attention, screaming to the world, “SAPPHIRE AND I ARE THE SAME. WE. ARE. HOES.”

Taking all the changes into account, Chrissy knew her aura of class and superiority was beyond shattered.

With her tiny feet encased in cheap, Chinese-made, leopard print heels that were barely holding together; with a crusty, cum-stained miniskirt clearly not meant for a lower body as wide and juicy as hers, threatening to flash her bare, hairless pussy to anybody at a moments notice; with a tribal tramp stamp in the shape of a heart staining the small of her back; with a shiny pink boob tube barely able to strain across her heavy tits which were on the cusp of overflowing at every possible moment; with long pink acrylic nails, clearly fake, clearly applied with no precision, clearly impairing the ability to do almost anything not involving appearance; with the words, ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ in cursive script on her shoulder, letting the world know she belonged to her pimp; with ridiculously caked on, low-quality cosmetics slathered across her juvenile face perfectly embodying the concept of ‘whorish’ makeup; and finally with a greasy, unkempt mop of dirty blonde hair unfurling down her back and shoulders; Chrissy could feel her intrinsic value as a person was lowered to the point that she no longer felt out of place.

Chrissy looked at Sapphire, an established, experienced, known street whore, and felt they were on the same level. Chrissy then looked at herself in the mirror and took stock of her appearance.

While Chrissy was perfecting the coverage of her skirt, fussing with her hair, and struggling to keep herself covered by her top, Sapphire quietly procured one more item from her bag. A syringe filled with brown liquid.

As she was distracted, Chrissy didn’t have time to react when Sapphire snatched her arm and injected the substance directly into her veins with a painful prick.

Chrissy’s eyes shot open while she ripped her arm away. She cradled her affected appendage and whimpered, searching Sapphire’s face for an answer.

Sapphire tossed the empty syringe to the ground, adding to the mess, and reassured Chrissy with a soft shushing, “Don’t worry, Candy. This stuff jus’ gon’ make you look like you is usin’. Most girls is usin’ so you gon’ fit right in. The appearance of drugs without the drawbacks fo’ ‘bout twelve hours.”

Chrissy fell back against the wall and winced. Her head was quickly filling with layer upon layer of brain fog, causing all cognitive functioning to slow down and her thoughts to become labored. But it wasn’t just her mind that was affected; Chrissy also felt her body going through changes. Her limbs were suddenly heavy, and she turned her wrist towards her face to watch several red injection marks poke into her skin. Small bruises surrounded her new track marks, which soon dotted her other wrist as well. Next was her face. Bumps and pick marks from drug use formed beneath her thick makeup and made it obvious why she was wearing it. Each new sore was heralded by a pinching sensation that was mildly unpleasant but not unbearable. The number of sores coating her face multiplied and quickly indicated that she was a regular, heavy user. Her cheap cosmetics could only do so much to cover it, even applied as heavily as they were. Chrissy's pupils then dilated while her eyes glazed completely over and dark bags grew beneath them. It made her look as out of it as she felt due to the brain fog. Finally, she parted her juiced-up dick-pillows and watched her perfectly white teeth yellow before her eyes. The roots of her teeth even sported sickly-looking splotches of brown.

As with her hair, Chrissy felt upset—she’d brushed her teeth dutifully every morning and night for her entire life, and now it looked like she never bothered! She smiled into the mirror and pouted. With her stringy hair, glazed-over, dilated eyes, heavily pockmarked skin, yellow/brown teeth, and thick makeup, Chrissy looked like a dirty street ho deeply entrenched in the life—and currently high on drugs!

With her worsened body, Chrissy turned to Sapphire once again. She evaluated herself and felt lower than Sapphire—much lower. Sapphire was a young, vivacious, clean, eager-to-please, experienced but fresh working girl that Johns idealized and had meaningful sex with. On the other hand, Chrissy looked like a tired, used-up, diseased, drug-addicted ho that men would settle for and use just to bust a nut.

Sapphire secured her black bag and motioned for the door. She spoke softly to Chrissy, who was almost completely out of it, “Afta’ you, Candy. Get to them streets, cuz Daddy waiting round the corner to make sure we’s safe. He gon’ want us picking up a John ‘fore too long. I’ll do the talkin’, don’t you worry.”

Chrissy nodded slowly and struggled with the door. These nails would take some getting used to! When she finally opened it, the light from the liquor store rushed to meet her, and she squinted. The row of shelves leading to the front door now had four men loitering in it. The men turned to examine the opening door and fixated on Chrissy and Sapphire. Chrissy could barely muster more than a dopey smile due to the fog, and she stumbled towards the aisle in her cheap animal print heels. The men were scruffy, poor, and disheveled-looking, but Chrissy no longer felt even a tiny bit superior to them. She was at or below their level now, and the vibe in the store was much different.

Sapphire pushed past Chrissy with her black bag. Chrissy watched the ‘Property of Daddy’ tramp stamp bounce as Sapphire slipped by. She shakily followed, thankful that Sapphire was leading the way and drawing the lustful gazes of the dirty men. The men leered at them both, but Sapphire managed to pass by them untouched. She smiled warmly at them and gave a subtle nod of respect. It seemed strange because Sapphire was wearing the same outfit as before, with her breasts nearly hanging out, her thong riding high on her hips, and her short skirt barely covering anything—but they didn’t touch her. Perhaps these particular men were more respectful of boundaries? It would be a welcome change of—

The first man, a tall and slender Black man reeking of cigarettes, flipped up Chrissy’s skirt, flashing her vagina to the whole aisle, before delivering a hearty swat to her fat ass and sending a loud spanking noise echoing through the store. 

The force sent Chrissy forward and into the arms of the second man, a surprisingly muscular Latino, who took one look at Chrissy’s dilated pupils, pock-marked face, greasy hair, and yellow teeth before cringing with disgust. 

He shouted down at her hatefully in a Spanish accent, “Disgusting crack whore!”

He allowed a second for his insult to land before forcibly turning her around and shoving her forward, directly into the arm of the third man, a scrawny, middle-aged Asian. Chrissy stumbled but was otherwise powerless to fight back as she slammed helplessly into the third man’s outstretched arm. 

Chris Evans would have easily fought his way out of the aisle. Not that the men would have dared to touch him or impede him in any way, but if they did, muscular, powerful movie star Chris Evans would have crumpled them up like a piece of paper. Even Chrissy would have been able to push the men away with some sort of dignity. But… Candy wasn’t Chris or Chrissy. Candy was a low-quality, drug-addicted WHORE whose body was for sale—and everybody around her knew it. 

The third man held his arm straight out and caught Chrissy by her stomach. The force caused her titties to jiggle from her top and spill over the man's arm. 

He chuckled and gave them a painful squeeze while yelling, “HONK HONK!” 

The fourth man was older and Black with a salt-and-pepper beard. He must have worked at the liquor store because he turned the sign on the storefront to ‘CLOSED’ before approaching Chrissy. Her breasts were still being fondled by the Asian man who was holding her in place, so the newest man swung his hand below her skirt. He slipped a calloused finger into Chrissy’s bald pussy and used his arm to force her legs wider. He pistoned his finger in and out of her womanhood rapidly. She yelped with a mix of both arousal and excitement. Not to be left out, the first man re-approached, and his hand found Chrissy’s fat ass once again. He squeezed and fondled while trying to insert his finger into her asshole. 

The second man watched and shook his head while loudly snapping with his accent, “You’re a dirty fucking slut! Goddamn crack whore bitch!”

The combination of having her breasts and ass fondled while being fingered and called degrading names sent a shock of arousal through Chrissy’s body. The fingers inside her were quickly covered in natural lubrication, and an obvious squelching noise rose from her aroused pussy.

“...fat, disgusting skank. Coming in here wearing jizz-stained clothes…”

A finger slipped into her asshole, a warm set of brown lips nibbled at her nipple, and a second finger pumped into her cunt.

Chrissy moaned into the ceiling and tightened her grip on the Asian man holding her in place. She was completely powerless to stop what was happening, but she no longer would have stopped them even if she could.

“...moaning like a fucking whore…”

The finger in her anus wriggled, her other nipple was repeatedly pinched and played with, and a second hand curled between her legs and swirled around her clit.

Chrissy panted and felt her orgasm building.

“Thas’ enough, boys!” Sapphire screamed.

Her words were authoritative and loud. It shocked the men, and they immediately stopped what they were doing. They reluctantly stepped away from Chrissy. Two were smelling their fingers, one was giggling like a child, and the last was mumbling something insulting.

Sapphire called after them, “But if you wanna get to know Candy a lil’ better she gon’ be sellin’ on the corner in a few.”

“How much is she!?” The tall Black man asked while sniffing his finger and staring at Chrissy lustfully. 

The Asian man stuttered, “Yeh, how much this ho’s cost?”

They asked Sapphire as if Chrissy was an object to be purchased that didn’t have its own free will. Which…wasn’t entirely wrong.

Sapphire winked at the men and responded sensually, “Come to the alley an’ we’ll talk ‘about what’choo lookin’ to have her do.”

Sapphire smiled at Chrissy, who was panting into the ceiling. Her tits jiggled lightly while her erect nipples were red and yearning for more. Her skirt was hiked up, revealing her motherly hips and hungry, drooling snatch. Chrissy pouted at Sapphire but worked to fix her displaced clothing. It wasn’t fair; she was so close! Though her clothing was soon put back together, Chrissy was horny! Her arousal combined with her drugged-out brain left her with very few misgivings about looking for a ‘date.’

She stumbled on her cheap heels, rubbing her thighs together to compensate for the fingers she wished were still inserted in both her front and back holes while following Sapphire onto the street.

Laristopa .
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