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Original Desc:

The hooker experience, the ability to experience life as an airheaded healslut for a night, Wearing her body like a suit, walking the streets as one, performing the duties of one, granting trainers "relief". A service only provided by a shedinja type sexual relief service unit, healslut#100 Jingles.

You had been adicted, every night, going out to find her, always listening intently for the sounds of bells in those dark streets. The chime sound already causing your trouser to tent in anticipation, after a few months you had gotten used to that sound, except in a different way from her regular clients. You had gotten used to hearing them as they jingle on the sides of your own head, used the stretch and pout of those filler injected lips, used to the feeling of swaying those wide beatifle hips and bouncing bubble butt, used to carrying those huge plastic tits on your own chest, the feeling of the moist slit where your manhood was suppost to be.

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Rounding the corner in a hurry, the jingle of those bells beconing you onwards. Finally you see her, standing on the street corner as a wisp of smoke swirls away from her usual cigarette. A huge smile on her spreading as her excitement in seeing you is made obvious to any potential onlooker. "mhmmm back again honey?" her giggles ringing in your ears as sweet as suger. Giggles you yourself would be making shortly if all goes the usual way. She takes your eager hand leading you to the regular back alley, lowering herself down as a small *zip* sound comes from between her shoulderblades. the void opening in her back once again beckoning you to take her form for the evening, yes and you would happily comply.

Within moments you found yourself, your fringe longer, the jingle of bells in your ears in the most satisfying comforting sensation. Looking down past your hair seeing the top of the huge upper lips of jingles on your own face, the huge silicone cleavage jutting out of your chest, the tightness of her uniform on her skin. you could feel it all, rising to your feet as the happy brain fog seeps into your mind as it always does when you wear her. Preparing for another night, performing for clients, relieving any trainer in need happily with a giggle.

The night passes with a blur, you could baerly remember the faces of the men you serviced that night, the cocks you sucked, the number of times you were bent over a dumpster and taken from behind. the constant ringing in your ears from the bells on the sides of your head only adding to the enjoyment. a hiker, a pokemainiac, a man wearing a funny costume with a big red R to name a few. Each you find strangely handsome as your perspective while wearing jingle aligns more and more with how a healslut sees her clients, each as beatifle and handsome as the last.

The Experience continues to blur together Jingles voice in your head occaisionally dragging you out of the experience "erm like, we should probably call it a night" but you couldnt help but want to press on, you were having so much fun, there were still so many poor trainers with rock hard cocks you needed to help. "no, like just a little longer" you kept repeating to jingle in oyur mind. Just a few more clients. Just one more hour of being in this perpetual bliss.

The flare up of the willowisp and the inhale of that wonderful cigarette finally bringing you out of the blur as you find yourself standing on the same street corner you had first encountered her on that evening, a cigarette in your latex gloved hand as you exhale a smoke ring. you never smoked in your body, but as Jingle well you couldnt help the urge, it jsut felt so natural, sucking on the tip of the cigaret watching the pretty light at the other end slowly burn down it. the purse of Jingles huge lips operating as your own felt so good just wrapped around something. Jingles voice finally ringing loud and clear in your mostly empty head "Finally got that out of your system cutie?"
"ah like, yeah i guess, its still dark out, guess ill get some sleep before work tomorow"
Theres a silence,
"actually like, youve been wearing me since last night"
the silence penetrates deeper, finally interupted by the sound of you frantically tugging at jingles body reachign for the zipper
"wait... why didnt you tell me earlier!? I missed work for a whole day?? people are going to be wondering where hte hell i went"
"well i tried to tell you... but you kept saying, one more hour, you seemed liek you were really enjoying yourself and so was i, so i didnt want to force you..."
Finally feeling the zipper beneath your latex gloved hands tugging it down in haste "well at the very least let me get out of you first"

The familiar yankign sensation of being pulled by the nape of your neck signals your return to being yourself. feeling yours vision fade from jingles view as your real body is pushed backwards feeling sensations return as your head emerges from that void quickly followed by your body, slick with sweat as your tits bounce finally free of their prison. Wait... tits? Opening your eyes, only finding them obscurred by a fringe you didnt used to have, looking down at first thinking you were still jingle, but beneath your fringe you can see the shape of her head in front of you, past the huge silicone bazooka breasts sitting atop your chest, your nipples and aeroelas large and puffy.

Your following scream comes out high pitched and girly, what had happened? the feeling of two orbs on the side of your head, each bright red jewels, mesmerizing you momentarily, as you lick your lips feeling the new shape of your now absurd dick sucking lips. "I tried to warn you... i really did" Jingles feeble voice says to you as she turns to look at you.

Unsure what to say, what could you say, you had just been turned into a healslut, a fucktoy, a prostitute. How or why it had happened were beyond your brain capacity in these moments. A brain capacity that was gently fogging over, the same feeling from when using jingle spreading across your mind, dulling your thoughts and brain. This was wrong, but the new sensations eminating from your groin, now covered by your very own latex thong, your hands wrapped in the same Latex gloves as jingle wore, the feeling of a small latex headband resting atop your head carrying the insignia of a service unit available for public use. it was all too much, you didnt know if you should be angry, frustrated, scared, frightened.... all you knew is that you were more turned on than you had ever been in your entire life. rather than being accompanied bny the feeling of a rising shaft, the sensations of need and an emptiness eminate to your brain from between your now plumped thighs.

"wow sis you look really cute!" a smile on Jingles face, "like thanks!" the resposne was almost automatic, you covered your huge lips with your gloved hands. not only were you sounding like those dumb bimbos, but you were speaking like one too. Unable to help a girlish giggle escape your mouth at the thought. Why did everything suddenly seem to silly and simple? "i think we should go back to the centre to see if cleaning can help fix you up Sis" the urge to just go along fills you your lips parting "like yeah i guess so, do you have any spare cigarets we can totes have on the way?" You really wanted to wrap your lips around something long all of a sudden. The sounds of heels clicking on concrete could be heard as the two bimbos wandered off into the night towwards the pokemon centre in goldenrod city.

1 month later~

The sound of chimes filled your ears, it makes you gigle whenever you hear it, so lovely and calming. Standing on the street corner with your sister Healslut#100 as you wait for clients as usual. "Hey 105, i hope we get some totes big clients today!" your barcode glints on your plastic tits in the streetlight as you cant help but grin in agreement, a smile forms across your big stupid lips.

"Like totally"

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