As Sam and the good Reverend continued to dance at the whim of their incredibly sexy new bodies, the patrons cheering for them slowly started to approach the stage. Every few seconds, a man would pop into view with a fist-full of cash. As they stepped up to tuck their money into Sam and the Reverend's thongs, Sam was able to get a look at who was reacting with such excitement to the show he had been forced to be a part of.
A few of the men looked just as he assumed they had always looked, save for the presence of the same collars and a look of slight confusion. However, most of the patrons had heads that were clearly not their own resting on top of the dull metal edge of those collars.
One gruff, overweight biker who's hand seemed to linger a little bit too long on Sam's delicious new rump let out a wolf-whistle from the lips of what had to be the head of an elderly woman; her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun as she looked at Sam over her horn-rimmed glasses. "Shake it babe!" she barked as she smacked Sam's rear.
Reverend Bob could only watch in horror as a beefy young stud's body clad in a power-company jumpsuit stepped up to tuck dollar-bills in his own thong. The working man's head had been replaced with the cranium of what looked to be a pre-teen girl; her hair in pigtails. "Thank ya sugar..." Reverend Bob drawled as he looked at the clearly confused youngster.
After a bit more gyrating to the throbbing beat of the house-music, Sam found his body strutting over to the Reverend. He could only watch in horror as his knee-boots clicked with each step toward the older man's new black female form. Sam wanted to yell, "I can't stop myself!!!', but all that came out was an excited and thrilled female voice saying, "We're cleaning up girl!"
The Reverend strutted up in his red pumps and embraced Sam, his large breasts rubbing up against Sam's own new headlights. "We always do sweet-thang!" the old man giggled with his new voice even as his eyes went wide with horror. The crowd went wild as the Reverend leaned in and kissed Sam full on the mouth, forcing his tongue in as he grabbed his ass and pulled him close.
Sam wanted to gag, to scream, to push the Reverend away from him; but, to his continued frustration he found he couldn't! In fact, the strange tingling and moistness he was now feeling in the strange cleft of the woman who's body he now had's sex made him think that his new anatomy was enjoying it! He murmured and struggled to regain some control, but all he could do was kiss the Reverend back as his own new hands felt the older man's own new stripper-body.
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