Things were going slow in Brandon's strip club. Uncharacteristically slow. And this was no surprise. Brandon had always been able to get the best dancers on the stage due to this weird technology he... acquired. But ever since he had opened an "escort service" as his second business, most of the women had been moved there. Them becoming sex crazed after exposure to his technology was a rather bad thing now. He needed to find new blood. To find something fresh that would attract more customers.
"Hey, neighbour," a chipper voice pulled him out of his own head. His eyes locked with Rebeca's and in a moment he realised that he might just have found 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 on stage. Her belly wasn't as tight as any of his show girls, quite the opposite actually. And her ass was simply huge, but that usually worked out fine. More and 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 called behind her. She looked up from her mail with a questioning look in her eyes. "I can't help but notice that you look a bit pale. If you want you can use my tanning bed."
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Rebeca considers her neighbour's offer. One look at the sky reminds her how dreary the last couple of days have been and how a bit of sunshine would really do her good. If nothing else, she was sure Adrian would enjoy a bit more color on her skin. "I'd really appreciate that," she answered. "I got some chores to do, but can I come 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 the sudden came from. It was no secret what kind of business Brandon was running, but that never bothered her or Adrian. Clearly there was good money in it and it looked like Brandon was willing to share the wealth. With a big smile she started her house chores, already looking forward to the warm rays caressing her skin again.
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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 add some extra features. Now this is where things got tricky. He couldn't just bombard her with the "bimbo-particles" like he did a lot of the wannabe models that 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 no problem with being dumbed down a lot. But even though Brandon was sure that Adrian would enjoy the physical modifications, he kinda doubted that Adrian would want to be married to a blank sex robot. He'd need to lower her mental capacities just enough so that she'd be susceptible to his second device. And slowly, as to not damage her personality too much. Finally, he closed the panel containing the touch screen, hiding all evidence that this machine was more than just a tanning bed.
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Rebeca had finished everything she really needed to do, and it was only early afternoon. With a smile she grabbed a bag and threw in a bikini before walking over to Brandon's place.
As Brandon guided her to the tanning bed, Rebeca realised that she had never really been inside of this place. Everyone could see it was a big place, but seeing it on the inside seemed to dwarf the outside. Everything she saw seemed to be more worth than her husband's yearly income. Everything was shiny and new and somehow covered in gold. This was the first time she realised how much the stripper industry must actually pay.
Brandon guided her in a side room and if she wasn't gawking already, her mouth would drop open now. This room
seemed to be Brandon's very own mini spa. There was a jacuzzi, a steam room, a big ass tanning bed, multiple massage 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 clean ceramic walls. Rebeca snapped out of her awe and focused as Brandon gave her a quick tutorial. Apparently she'd be seeing results after one session. The moment Brandon had left, Rebeca slipped into her bikini and lay herself down in the bed, letting it close around her. As soon as the locks clicked in place, a blueish light enveloped her body and she could feel the warmth spreading deep in her body, warming her to the bone. Somehow, the whole experience made her feel very comfortable. Slowly, her eyes closed and within seconds she had dozed off.
Rebeca had no idea how much time had passed before a sharp beeping sound, indicating the end of her tanning cycle, woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling strangely relaxed and at ease. Almost as if her whole mind had calmed down. When she got out of the machine, she turned to the body mirror standing against the wall next to it. To her amazement, Brandon had been right, she was already more tan than before. Her finger slipped under her bikini top to pull it slightly to the side, checking out her tan lines. Somehow the top was more tight than it had been before. Had this thing shrunk? She hadn't noticed how much the edges dug into her boobs until now. "Well, time to go shopping," she shrugged as she got changed again.
Rebeca was really glad that Brandon had offered this and that night, it was very clear Adrian enjoyed as well. Somehow sex that night was even better than it had ever been. Every touch of Adrian sent that extra spark through Rebeca's body, especially coming from her boobs. Hell, she almost came from him licking her nipples alone.
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It had been two weeks now and Brandon smiled as Rebeca walked out of the room 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, her boobs had more than doubled in size. He was sure Adrian must've noticed by now, but apparently, he didn't really mind. And Rebeca's mind was altered enough so that she was completely oblivious to the whole transformation. This did result in her wearing the exact same size shirts she had always been wearing, leaving the top of her shirts bursting at the seems and her belly mostly exposed. It still annoyed Brandon that he couldn't work on her belly, but maybe a fat bimbo would get some attention.
It was time for him to test the app, though. "You know," Brandon started as he casually tapped away on his phone. "Things would be easier for you if you had one of these in your own home."
Rebeca seemed to consider this for a second as she pulled a top over her head and squeezed her massive cans in it. "I could've sworn this fit better last time," she mumbled before answering. "Yeah, you're right. But it really isn't in our budget right now."
Brandon glanced up from his phone. "What if I helped you with that," he offered with a shrug. "I could offer you a well paying job."
Rebeca raised an eyebrow and Brandon could see two sliders marked suspicion and curiosity go up on his phone. "What kind of job?" She asked, slightly squinting at him.