Dale's Bad Karma (Story Mode Tier Reward)

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Dale’s Bad Karma

Shuffling up the fifth-story flight of stairs, Dale huffs and pants. Sweat gently falls from his head and into his eyes as he looks up at Lauren, who’s ahead of him.

“Are you panting?” she asks, scrunching her face at him in disgust.

Dale stops and holds himself on the handrail. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he looks up at her again. “Y-yeah…. a-and?”

Stopping to wait, Lauren leans against the wall of the building. “Probably a good thing you weren’t at the bust yesterday. You’re so out of shape—we’d been caught for sure!”

Having caught his breath, Dale continues to trudge up the steps towards her. “Don’t be so tetchy with me Lauren. I got you the access keys to that place, didn’t I? So I missed doing the groundwork…so what?

“So what?” Lauren hisses as Dale passes her on the stairs. “I almost got caught, Dale! Two of our guys are now in jail thanks to your sloppy work and that’s all you’ve got to say for yourself?”

Looking over his shoulder as he reaches the top of the stairs, Dale shrugs at her comments. “What else do you want me to say? I got you access to the lab…how was I supposed to know the place was alarmed so heavily!?”

Catching up with Dale, Lauren’s heavy, spiked black boots sound like a Rino racing towards him. Dale stops at his door in concern, as Lauren paces angrily toward him. “It was your job to know!” she screeches, getting right up in his face.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Dale laughs, reaching into his pockets to fish out his apartment keys. “

Laruen stops inches away from Dale’s face. She glares deep into his eyes as she grits her teeth tight. “Panties!?” she growls and spits. “I’ll twist your Panties!”

Dale flinches as Lauren moves closer. He freezes as she breathes heavily in his face.

“Are we….going in?” Lauren asks firmly, holding back her anger, pleased she’s been able to intimidate him.

Smug, Lauren steps away from his personal space. Flustered, Dale struggles to get his key into the door, but when he does, he swiftly throws open the door. Lauren, getting impatient and still a little pissed off, storms in front of him into the apartment.

Dale watches Lauren’s ass in her tight leather pants as she enters his place. “Ha,” he laughs to himself. “Women….!”

Pulling out her hair tie and allowing her long glossy black hair to cascade around her shoulders, Lauren instantly turns to look back at Dale with fury in her eyes.

“What did you just say?” she howls, flicking back her long hair and standing strong with a hand on one hip.

Dale smirks as he enters his apartment. “You heard me,” he replies, knowing he’s pushing his luck.

Awkwardly passing by her in the narrow corridor, Dale’s larger frame pushes against her. Lauren huffs in discomfort as she pushes back at him. She gives him a seriously filthy look as Dale looks back a little embarrassed.

“Whaaat?” Dale shrugs, taking off his Jacket to throw onto the couch. “I don’t care for all this attitude you're giving me in my own home!”

“You deserve bad Karma after what you’ve done,” Lauren answers with a look that could kill.

“Stop being so dramatic,” Dale shrugs It off. “Go and change your tampon or something. You’re clearly on your period.”

“You fucking pig,” Lauren sneers, reaching into the front pocket of her leather jacket. “You really are a piece of work…you know that?”

Pulling out a small shiny stone, Lauren holds it out in front of her. It shines in all the colors of the rainbow and it causes Dale to focus his attention.

“See this,” Lauren says, laughing sinisterly. “I’m going to give you one chance to apologize for those sexiest comments!”

Stepping towards Dale, Lauren exudes confidence. She’s turning Dale on and he can feel it shifting in his large barely washed underwear. He loves it when she’s all sassy and worked up.

“Or what….?” Dale smirks.

A smile creeps across Lauren’s face. It’s what she wanted him to say. She’s been eager to find out what it can do.

“I stole this last night on the heist,” Lauren explains, allowing the rock to gleam in the daylight. “I’ve been wanting to test it out and you’re fucking ignorance has given me the perfect opportunity.”

Stretching out her arm towards Dale, she holds the shining rock between her fingertips. She points it at Dale, who stumbles back confused.

“Lauren….?” Dale squeaks. “What is that thing!? Don’t do anything stupid.”

Just as he speaks, Dale’s body goes limp and begins to slightly hover from the ground. Unable to move his arms or legs, Dale wants to scream out, but he can’t.

Pleased, Lauren grins wide as she slowly approaches him hanging in the air. “Think it’s about time for Karma to catch up with you,” she says, running her black manicured nails across his stomach.

Dale can’t move. It’s like he’s been removed from reality and non of the laws of physics apply to him. All he can feel are millions of tiny pinpricks across his entire body.

“Time for you to learn some lessons,” Lauren continues, walking around him, touching his body as she does.

Lauren runs her thumb across the stone and its smooth surface becomes jagged. As she does, Dale begins to moan and a smile creeps across her face.

“Let's see how you like it!” she says, stepping back to watch.

Feeling increasingly intense pressure across his body, he again tries to move. It’s to no avail. He can only stare on as Lauren stands in front of him with a smug expression.

As the intense waves of pressure get worse, he feels his entire body being compressed. So much so, his boots fall from his feet and his pants slide from his body. He’s floating in front of Lauren in just his boxers.

Lauren giggles as the pain for Dale intensifies. He feels the fat deposits in his body shifting around under his skin. It starts at his fingertips and begins to slowly and painfully slide up his arms. His fingers are left dainty and very feminine.

His stomach starts to flatten as large deposits gradually crawl their way toward his chest and around his backside. His figure is completely altered.

His t-shirt becomes baggy and extremely loose. Just as Lauren claps with excitement, Dale shrieks as his hair feels like it’s being pulled from his scalp. Like someone desperate to pull his hair clean away from his body.

Seconds later, the pain is gone but a tangle of long black hairs burst from his head. Cascading down his face and back, hair covers his eyes. Dale’s hair is now just as long, glossy, and black as Lauren's.

“Wow,” Laurens giggles, flicking her own hair away from her eyes. “So much hair. I never realized”

Dale doesn’t have a second to even process Lauren's words before his body is screaming out in pain once again. Large, very sore nipples have burst from his chest as the fat deposits swell to create breasts. His ass jiggles as it grows larger and larger with each passing moment.

Then, causing Dale to groan like he’s been punched in the crotch, his manhood disappears within him. Like a snake, escaping a predator into a hole, it’s gone in an instant.

Feeling it, but not really believing it, Dale is released from his hold and he falls to the floor in a heap. As parts of his body jiggle, like they’ve never jiggled before, Dale sits up and awkwardly fights to clear black hairs from his eyes.

“Holy shit,” Lauren laughs in disbelief. “Well, that was quite something to watch. I mean…wow…mind blown! This thing is amazing!”

Dale looks up, still fighting with hair in his eyes. “What did you….,” Dale instantly stops and gasps at the sound of his voice. It’s so high-pitched and whiney. His eyes grow wide in fear as he looks down at his body crumpled on the floor.

“So that’s what I sound like?” Lauren reacts, nodding her head. “I’m kinda whiney….huh?”

Dale doesn’t answer, he pulls up the neck of his oversized t-shirt and slowly looks down at the large fleshy mounds hanging from his hairless chest. It’s everything he feared and worse!

“What did you do to me!?” Dale growls in the same manner Lauren did to him moments ago.

“Isn’t it obvious,” Lauren replies sarcastically, reaching out a hand to help Dale from the floor.

Dale reluctantly grabs Laurnes hand and she pulls him from the floor. Instantly, Dale feels smaller and his apartment feels much larger. He looks around confused, then brings his attention down to his chest and plump ass.

“Nice huh?” Laurens smiles, watching him franticly pat his new and now completely feminine body. “Don’t get too touchy who those, Dale. It’s kinda freaking me out watching you controlling my body.

“I’m you!?” Dale squeaks, freaking out as he tries to cover himself. “Why!?”

Reaching to his face to brush hair from his eyes, Lauren gives him the cheekiest of grins. She runs a finger down his soft cheeks and down to his hairless chin.

“To learn your fucking lesson, Dale!” she replies, holding his chin with her manicured fingers. “How else are you going to learn unless you experience those ‘twisted panties’ for yourself!?”

“C-change me back,” Dale asks, scared by the sinister expression on her face.

“Nope,” Lauren replies instantly, letting go of his face.

Unsure of how to hold himself, Dale tries desperately to hide his body from Lauren's glaring eyes. With one arm he covers his plump chest and with the other, he tries to cover his privates. Standing in just his t-shirt, he feels extremely exposed.

Lauren can only imagine what it must be like for him to realize he no longer has a penis. Holding in the laughter, so as not to rub it in too much, Lauren moves further into the apartment and stands beside Dale’s couch. Taking off her leather jacket to reveal the black frilly tank top beneath, she looks at Dale and smiles.

“I think we should get you dressed,” Lauren says. “Pick up your old male underwear and give it to me.”

“Why?” Dale asks, unwilling to move as the sensations of his transformed body mess with his mind.

“Do it!” Lauren demands impatiently, holding up the stone she still holds in her hand. “Or I’ll turn you into a chicken or a slug!”

Quivering, Dale slowly reaches down to pick up the off-white pair of boxes he was wearing before. They are stained, a little smelly, sopping with sweat, and now far too big to be his.

Reluctantly, Dale holds them up in front of himself as Lauren looks on.

“They won’t do!” Lauren giggles, holding up the stone toward them. “We need something a little sexier for such a sexy little lady—don’t you agree baby girl?”

A single whip of her hand holding the stone and the boxers begin to zip around in Dale’s hands. Turning a bright red, the sweaty boxers become frilly and extremely delicate. The material shrinks until in his hand is a skimpy and sexy red thong.

“Put that on!” Lauren commands, as Dale awkwardly holds the skimpy feminine underwear.

“B-but……,” Dale begins to protest.

“Shut the fuck up!” Lauren growls, gritting her teeth. “You’re a sexy little bitch now and sexy little bitches wear sexy underwear. I want to see you in it—so put it on now!”

Taking a moment to work out what way around the panties go, Dale feels humiliated as Lauren watches him slowly slides the underwear up his smooth legs.

“Good,” she says, giving an approving nod. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

“No,” Dales replies, frowning. “There’s underwear in my butt.”

“Least there not twisted!” Lauren jokes at his expense, pleased at how witty she feels.

Dale bites his bottom lip and begins to shake his head.

“Okay,” Dale says with a long exhale. “I’m sorry I wasn’t at the heist. I’m sorry I said your panties are twisted. I’m sorry….ok!?”

Dales throws his arms up to make his point, but instantly regrets his decisions as his chest bounces around without support.

“Just change me back….,” He sighs, going all timid and crossing his arms tight.

Lauren taps her chin several times. The looks on her face don’t fill Dale with any hope she’s going to.

“Well I’m not going to have you as my twin forever,” Lauren admits, rolling her eyes. “But I wasn’t joking. You’ve a lesson to learn.”

Dale throws out his arms and then get grabs his busty chest. “Is this not enough!?” he screeches. “Forcing me to experience this!”

Laurens smirks. “Sensitive….aren’t they?”

Dale lets go. “Y-yeah….,” he reluctantly admits, letting them go.

“Frank, our boss,” Lauren continues, throwing herself down onto Dale's sofa, wants me to make up for our failings. Not the end of the world, usually that just means doing a few nights at the club for his clientele.”

Crossing her long legs and leaning forward with purpose, Lauren points at Dale. “Here’s where I thought you could make up for it. How about we make you all pretty and you take my place…huh?”

“Take your place!?” Dale freaks out, terrified by the idea.

“Oh, it won’t be that bad,” Lauren replies, reacting to the fear in his eyes. “I’ll transform some of your clothes into the little uniform and heels we have to wear—so that shouldn’t be an issue.”

“I’m not worried about that, Lauren!?” Dale shrieks, shaking his head enough for his hair to fall in front of his eyes.

“Worried about shaking your little booty in front of big powerful men?” Laurens replies, giving him a cheeky grin. “Well, that’s where your lesson is to be learned!”

Not waiting for Dale to speak, Lauren points the stone at him. As Dale’s now massive t-shirt flaps and flutters around on his body, it shrinks and re-forms. Clutching around his breasts, it forms into a tight, matching push-up bra.#

“Lauren!?” Dale shrieks, reacting in shock to his naked torso and newly supported breasts.

“I’m sure that’s better than having them loose,” Lauren says, looking down at her own chest. “I know firsthand how heavy they are.”

Dale blows a raspberry at her. He doesn’t want her to know that was exactly what he was just thinking.

“Put those back on,” Lauren commands, pointing at Dale’s shoes and pants that fell off him during the transformation.

Cautiously leaning down to pick up his pants, Dale frowns as his bra struggles to hold the weight of his breasts. Putting one arm across his chest to support them, Lauren groans

“No no,” she then laughs. “Let them hang! I promise that will get you more tips when dancing later.”

Threading his long, smooth legs into his now scratchy and huge male pants, Dale gives Lauren a sarcastic look

“Great,” he complains, having to hold his male pants up to stop them from falling from his petite frame.

Giving a similar, but more condescending looks back, Lauren points at his shoes.

Dale gets the hit and holding his pants with one hand and reaching for his shoes with the other, he slides them onto his tiny feet.

They are many sizes too big for him now. He feels like he’s ten years old again and trying on his daddy's shoes.

“Feel like your wearing daddy’s shoes?” Lauren asks, almost like she’s read his mind.

Dale frowns and huffs.

“From Daddy’s big shoes,” Lauren says, pointing the stone at him. “To Mommies pretty high heels!”

The pants start twisting and breaking up around Dale’s legs. As the pants transform, they pull themselves out from Dale’s hands and force themselves tight to his plump tights and calves. Breaking apart into thin black strands, the pants are transformed into fishnet stockings.

At the same time, Dale feels his hold massive shoes shrink and form around his feet. As they change to a glossy red color, they pinch his toes and force him higher on his feet.

Wobbling as he stands on the forming heels, they eventually stop and he’s left balancing precariously.

“Very sexy!”Lauren says with excitement. “I can see why the regulars like it when I’m forced to dance for the boss. I’m smoking hot if I don’t say so myself!”

Throwing out his hands for balance, Dale has all the grace of a baby dear. He blushes so hard as Lauren gawks at him.

“I can’t believe you're making me do this,” Dale huffs, under his breath.

“Karma!” Lauren replies joyfully.

“I’ll give your Karma,” Dale replies spitefully.

“Don’t be like that,” Lauren smiles, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. “Once you up on stage and you’ve got all that attention—you’ll love it.

Lauren stands up from the sofa and puts are arms around Dale. Dale folds his arms and sighs.

“Oh, you’re really going to love the extra options!” Lauren continues, touching Dale gently on the chin to force him to give her eye contact. “Doing the ‘specials’ is where you really earn the money.”

“Specials?” Dale asks, gulping.

“Yeah,” Lauren smirks. “I hope you’re a quick learner!”