Shine Slut Ch. 02

In short order Poppy was led orgasmic and exhausted through a warren of narrow alleyways to her new home. The dingy courtyard she arrived in was possessed of a morose hustle and bustle. Most of the residents lolled around smoking. Most were low skilled workers only a step away from destitution. A handful of Arab men gazed dead eyed and disinterested at the spectacle of Poppy and Karolin in the filthy centre of the courtyard. The only real activity amongst the assembled residents came from a pair of miserable looking middle-aged women. One hung laundry and muttered curses at the lewd intrusion, while the other sat pealing vegetables with a leering grin on her face.

Poppy gazed around in astonishment. On the one hand she was aghast that such a third world hovel existed in the heart of a modern city, but at the same time the courtyard resembled exactly the sort of cliched environs that she'd always imagined the uneducated immigrant workforce to reside in. The circle of buildings stretched five storeys high, admitting little in the way of sunlight. Embedded in the black brick walls were a number of open narrow doorways that led to shadowy interiors. The doors and windows exuded darkness. The tunnel-like alley through which the pair had arrived offered the only entrance and exit.

Poppy felt her pussy twitch mutinously as the gaggle of locals took in her stripped down form. The witchery cast by Karolin continued to render every demeaning incident paradoxically pleasurable. Her bouncing raven locks had well and truly lost their bounce. Sweat drenched her lank mane framed a red perspiration dappled face deprived of the smeared away cosmetics that had previously provided an aesthetic barrier between her and the world. Each large white titty hung engorged over the peeled down black sports bra and sat atop her sizeable bare belly. Even the notion of Poppy's fat rolls being on show to the world was enough to make her feel light-headed, but with every pang of humiliation came a shock of pleasure from her loins. Loins that oozed hot within the grey/red polka dot grannie panties that had been wedged deep into her butt. Karolin's decision to transform the sensible underwear into a de facto thong meant that the sopping wet cotton had been pretty much swallowed by the accumulation of her belly, fanny and thigh fat. And of course her big wedgied butt cheeks were entirely on show to all. How she longed to dig out the cotton and return the panties to their previously sensible cut. Thunderous thighs led to chunky cherubic lower legs outfitted in her dreaded neon green nylon knee highs.

"Time to strip Miss Piggy. We really need to get started on your Shine Slut make-over." Karolin gleefully announced and like an automaton Poppy did as she was told. Pleasure laced dread may have characterised her expression, but the newly crowned Shine Slut found herself powerless to resist the demand. The hex continued to deprive her of even the small amount of will power needed to utter a plea or a cry.

The spectacle of the fat young woman fighting her way out of the sports bra, inching down her panties and peeling off her silly socks may have induced a guffaw or two from the assembled spectators, but most watched in passive boredom. A little landing strip of curly dark brown hair was just about visible between her big bare thighs. Last of all she took off the loose necktie and cast away the last remnant of her executive authority.

"Look who has an expensive little toe ring!" Karolin teased and pointed at the silver ring embedded with onyx that clung to Poppy's very white left second toe. The black stone perfectly matched the colour of her pedicured and painted toenails. Poppy instinctively clenched her little piggys at the prospect of losing yet another one of her assets.

"You know what? I'm going to be kind and let you keep it. It will serve as a reminder of everything you've lost. And if things get really tough you can pawn it for a few buckets of fried chicken."

Being a principled vegan Poppy inwardly baulked at the notion of being forced to eat meat. Never gonna happen! She longed to defiantly roar.

Karolin then retrieved a dusty wooden chair from a corner of the courtyard and gestured for Poppy to sit. The stripped down chubster sheepishly did as she was bid.

"I just need to pop out and get a few things to pull together your new look. Sit tight Miss Piggy."

The liberated former Shine Slut then picked up Poppy's sweat sodden attire, along with her handbag and waltzed into the alley through which the pair had entered. This left Poppy to sit before the locals like some grotesque parody of a life model. Only a tackily expensive toe ring remained to protect her modesty...

For a brief moment Poppy allowed herself to speculate that the ordeal could finally be over. Perhaps Karolin had taught her a lesson and departed with everything she owned? Game over. Could that be her rival's idea of revenge for seeking to shame her at the shine stand? It was certainly a notion that the bare ass executive could live with. Being humiliatingly paraded around a strange neighbourhood and left without a stitch may have been a mortifying experience, but the police could be called and the ordeal would end. Within the hour she could be returned to her upmarket apartment in a much more upscale section of the city, where she would then do her best to forget the demeaning day. She wouldn't even press charges against the skanky blonde if it meant that the episode could be hushed up. But in the back of her mind Poppy knew that too much scarily unexplainable shit had happened for the whole thing to end with Poppy running home red faced.

For a start, Karolin's improbable tenure as a 'Shine Slut' in the Arab Quarter was just mind-boggling. That such a practice occurred in a traditionally conservative Arab neighbourhood was especially incredible. Then there was the manner in which her old rival had essentially bewitched her out of her clothes, while taking her to orgasmic heights rarely reached with her male lovers. Controlled her mind...and pussy, and then paraded her like an over-heated (and oversexed...) zombie around the streets and into a courtyard to prepare the portly executive to be the next Shine Slut. The whole thing was like some insane nightmare! And the cherry on the cake was the fact that even though Karolin was nowhere in sight Poppy was still powerless to get up and run naked from the dingy courtyard and all of those staring eyes.

All hope quickly diminished when Karolin finally returned with a black bin bag and a devious smirk on her face.

"Okay little Poppy Pig. Before we get started on the make-over I'm going to explain the situation." Karolin strutted around Poppy and gazed down from the former executives very own lofty red platform boots.

"The curse has been passed on. I'm free and you're the brand new Shine Slut. That means that you'll be living in these sordid digs. It also means that you'll spend your days sucking and fucking at the shine stand. But don't worry, only minimal actual shoe shining is required. It will mostly be local men and the occasional outsider who has heard word-of-mouth tales about the Arab Quarter's resident white Shine Slut. My advice? Learn to give good head and even a pathetic little porker like you will earn enough to keep you in junk food and liquor. A few words about the curse...Your tenure as Shine Slut is a permanent position...unless you can seduce another poor bitch into taking the mantle. Then liberation awaits. It took me over a year to snare fresh meat, but I'm guessing you'll be here a lot longer. Not only are you a morbidly obese porker, but I plan on stripping away the few attractive assets that you still have left. Anything you want to say before we get started on the make-over?"

Poppy felt a strange sensation as possession of her tongue and lips returned. Her mind raced. What could she say to avert the ongoing degradation?

"I'll give you anything! Money! My home! Everything I have? You can even take my position at the company! I'll quit today. Please, I begging y-"

"Silence! I'm sorry Miss Piggy, but in this case it's literally a case of me or you. One of us has to work the shine stand and as I'm wearing the pants now you have to understand that it ain't gonna be me. And all those things you offered me? I'll be taking them anyway. Now, let's get to work..."

Poppy was once again forcibly struck silent, her mind reeling at Karolin's intention to strip her financially, as well as sartorially.

Karolin fished around in the black bin bag theatrically and Poppy gasped in disbelief as she caught a glimpse of the silver battery powered hair clippers that were retrieved. Despite the power of the bewitchment Poppy managed to slowly shake her head in horror.

"Those raven locks are decidedly your great asset, but I think they're a little above the station of a lowly Shine Slut." Karolin declared as she advanced with the now buzzing clippers and a fiendish expression on her face.

Poppy tried her hardest to get up and flee, but her bare body refused to hear the call of her panicked brain. Losing her hair was just inconceivable! A deprivation that would leave her even more bare than she already was. Her double chin dropped as the clippers kissed the top of Poppy's forehead and angrily buzzed back across her skull from the hairline. A great swath of black hair dropped as Karolin left a bristly stripe of dark brown peach fuzz across the crown of Poppy's freshly shorn head. The clipper wielding fiend then got to work trimming the rest...

Before she knew it Poppy sat in mute horror sporting an entirely shaved head of dark brown bristle. Her dyed raven locks lay either around the chair or stuck to her clammy white flesh like fur. The one small mercy was that Poppy was spared the indignity of seeing her own transformed image, but the glee on Karolin's grinning face alerted Poppy to the scale of her transformation. The haircut had well and truly left Karolin's former rival looking utterly freakish. She was a shadow of her former self, a cherubic skinhead.

"Wondering why I've deprived you of your luscious locks? Whenever you didn't get your own way at work, you acted like such a whiny fucking baby. For that I'm going to turn you into one. A big bald headed baby! But don't worry, I'm not a total monster. I'll be outfitting you in a little something to convey that sleazy Shine Slut appeal for when you're at the stand. But when you clock off and crawl back here I want you looking like the bald headed whiny little baby that you really are!"

Karolin then filled a dirty bucket with water from an outside tap. She poured a cupful of the cold water over the new Shine Slut's bare head before retrieving a can of shaving gel and a cheap plastic razor from the bag.

"This is no way near short enough. I think we need you bald as an egg." Announced the grinning blonde, before slavering white foam on the shaking woman's scalp and swiftly ensuring that not even a bristle remained.

"And I think that those perfectly shaped black eyebrows need to go. Don't worry, I'll be sorting you out with something more permanent later on."

Tears began to stream from her already watery big brown eyes, as every single hair was entirely removed from Poppy's head. And her eyes weren't the only parts of Poppy that were wet. Throughout the humiliating sheering Poppy had been inching closer and closer to yet another wretched orgasm, such was the power of the humiliating hex placed upon her. Done with the head, Karolin then motioned for Poppy to open her legs. The perspiration sodden neat little landing strip was revealed to all as the Shine Slut obeyed. But it was as Karolin began to slaver shaving foam onto the coiffured pubes that the orgasmic damn burst. Poppy shrieked and her heels jutted skywards. Waves of miserable pleasure flowed through her quivering form and for a brief moment she mercifully passed out...

A cold blast roused the demoted executive and she immediately realised that the bucket of water had been upended over her head. Poppy looked down to see that her loins were also entirely bare. Karolin had evidently shaved them away while she slumbered!

"Stand up Miss Piggy! I need to rinse away the rest of your fur." Poppy did as she was told and Karolin approached with a hose that had been attached to the outdoor tap. She then proceeded to hose down the big bare woman before the assembled spectators. A few even grinned as the fat girl hopped and flapped her hands at the cold jet-like deluge.

"Dry up porker!" Shouted Karolin and tossed a couple of old rags at the flapping diva. Poppy vigorously worked to dry her excess of pale white skin. She couldn't help feeling even dirtier given the state of the yellowed formerly white rags. But despite the fact that carrying out the order was entirely beyond her control, Poppy couldn't help but feel thankful that she could wipe away the cold water andthen presumably be given something to wear.

"Now it's time to get you all dressed up for work. And you should be bloody thankful that I'm leaving you better prepared than I was. Now put these on first." Karolin tossed a tiny ball of bright red cotton in her general direction. Poppy desperately flapped at the tiny bundle, desperate for anything that would reduce her nudity. Her heart sank as she unfurled and perused the offering. The cheap bright red g-string was abhorrent. Firstly, it was a g-string! Poppy had experimented with a thong on one occasion in her late teens. Back then she'd quickly realised that the butt splitting discomfort and the less than flattering effect that it had on her portly figure consigned the cut to the sartorial dustbin forever. This wasn't just a thong, but a teeny tiny g-string! Something she never even would've have opted to try in her naive teenage years. Secondly, it was evidently a size too small for her, and thirdly...the front panel was emblazoned with a cartoon image of a pink elephant! Poppy felt sick as her treacherous limbs sought to squeeze on the slutty panties. The sensation of the cheap fabric on her newly shaved nether regions sent an electric shock of sensation through her exposed form.

"Give me a spin little miss pig-in-knickers." Demanded Karolin. Poppy dutifully did as she was bid and risked a glance down at herself. She felt dizzy with dismay. All that was visible of the scant red cotton was the little portion of the front panel and the offending pink elephant. The string was buried so deep around her flanks that it was barely visible before emerging at her lower back and disappearing entirely in-between her big white butt cheeks. To Poppy's eternal shame the crotch of the g-string was immediately soaked through with her own juices given the terrible depths she was continually being reduced to.

"I tried to get something with a piggy on, but the selection wasn't great. Now cover those udders up." Karolin then tossed a morsel of white fishnet at the flapping involuntary exhibitionist. Poppy's pussy throbbed more than ever after glimpsing what she'd been given, but without pausing for breath she began to wrestle her way into it. As insanely unpleasant as the experience was the bewitched woman was becoming increasingly beholden to the additional waves a pleasure that came with each demeaning turn of events.

The bra was obscene. It covered next to nothing and contributed only a modicum of lift to her wayward white tits. Worse still, the constricting white fishnet was supremely uncomfortable. The straps that bit into her shoulders were solid white and so too was the clasp at the rear, but the cups were entirely made of fishnet and left nothing to the imagination. Her big white bosoms, erect pink nipples and sizeable areolas were exposed to the world. Poppy thought that even a cheap stripper would consider the bra to be 'a bit much'. And this thought alone caused her chubby little feet to dance on the wet cobbles as her pussy burned with a shame directly transmitted from her frazzled brain.

"Stop dancing and put your socks on." Karolin cruelly chuckled. At last Poppy was thrown something of hers. The sweaty neon green knee highs that had shamed her so when exposed at the shine stand. It was literally the last part of her former outfit that she wished to reclaim. The most embarrassing and slutty of her attire when not hidden beneath a power suit and expensive platform boots. But again she obeyed, wiggling her trotters into the damp nylon and pulling the clownish hosiery up to just below each of her knees.

"And these were what I spent the most of your money on." Karolin minced over theatrically and placed the abhorrent heels in front of Poppy's neon green toes. The new newly christened Shine Slut was aghast, but nevertheless found herself slipping her feet into the lofty heels. The impractical stripper pumps were both higher than any heel she'd ordinarily wear and way beyond the boundaries of anything approaching good taste. They consisted of a curved spiked heel platform sole in transparent plastic and only a clear plastic strip to slide her foot into. This left the entirety of Poppy's socked feet exposed. Poppy tottered around experimentally, immediately feeling the strain in her calves and realising that the only way to keep the wayward shoes on her feet was to take mincing little steps that made her jiggling form look all the more ridiculous.

"Now for your new babydoll." Karolin tossed the flimsy garment into Poppy's anguished (yet clearly orgasmic...) face. After the heels Poppy didn't think things could get any worse and a little more coverage could only be a good thing, but as she pulled on the tacky babydoll nightie Poppy realised that such 'coverage' served only to make her look more sleazily ridiculous. Two flimsy pink shoulder straps held aloft the scant covering that may have covered her exposed breasts and just barely drooped below the front panel of her elephant g-string, but was entirely transparent and baby pink! As such the nightie laid bare her fishnet clad titties, her elephant thong and the entirety of her jiggling wayward figure. Nothing supplied by Karolin had offered a shred of support to her ordinarily girdled and sartorially shaped corpulence. And as for her ass, the two bulbous unadorned butt cheeks wobbled in clear view beneath the hem of the cheap lingerie.

"And now for the pièce de résistance." For this Karolin approached with the bin bag and retrieved a shiny neon turquoise something from the sack and set about roughly pulling it onto Poppy's smooth hairless skull. When satisfied she retrieved Poppy's make-up mirror from her own designer handbag and held it up for the transformed woman to finally see her new look.

Not only was the cheap bob wig vomit inducingly tacky, but it was evidently too small and reeked of cheap artificiality! None could be deceived into mistaking it for real hair. The shiny neon turquoise bob sat upon her head like a bright cocktail umbrella on a turd, thereby only attracting attention to the hot mess of her altered appearance. The fringe sat way higher than was 'normal' (which only emphasised) her naked brow, and the whole thing barely reached each of her ears. This made it clear to all that the bob was a wig and the big bird was a baldie, as the lower back portion of Poppy's plucked scalp was fully on show!

Poppy staggered on the stupid heels and felt herself to be on the verge of fainting again. What had been done to her!? Scrubbed of cosmetics, shorn of hair and made up to look like some sideshow freak fat lady who had fallen on seriously hard times. At best she looked like some victim of a terrible hen party prank gone wrong.

"Can you believe that I picked up your new hair at a local joke shop? It really does suit you though. Now give me a little strut around the courtyard so I can appreciate the make-over."