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Story:

Once a hardworking man with a heart full of dreams, John had fallen on tough times. He had lost his job, and the bills were piling up. He had no choice but to search for any work available, even if it meant compromising on his morals. So when he stumbled upon an ad for a job at a strip club, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to give it a try.

The interview was brief, and the club owner handed him a contract to sign. John didn't bother to read it, as he was desperate for work and believed that the job couldn't be that bad. He was led to the changing room, where he was told to change into a strange-looking suit. John could sense that something wasn't right, but before he could react, the suit came alive putting itself on him he tried to remove it but nothing worked and it permanently fused to his body. A gag was also added to prevent him from talking ever again.

John tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. He could feel the suit's grip tightening on his body, as if it was taking control of his movements. The club owner appeared in the changing room, and John could tell that the man was pleased with the outcome.

"What have you done to me?" John tried to ask, but his words came out muffled and incoherent.

"You've signed a contract, my boy," the club owner replied with a wicked grin. "You're now one of my performers, and you'll dance for me and others until the end of time."

John's heart sank, realizing that he was trapped in this nightmare forever. He tried to resist, but the suit was too powerful, and he was forced to obey every command given to him by the club owner.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and John became a permanent fixture at the strip club. He was no longer human, but a slave to the suit and the club owner's whims. He couldn't eat or drink, and he didn't need to use the bathroom anymore. He was not able to sleep as well, but he knew that he would never wake up from this living nightmare.

John's fate was sealed the moment he signed that contract without reading it. He was now a pole dancer for the rest of eternity, with no hope of escape. He had lost his humanity, his voice, and his will to live. He was nothing more than a pawn in the club owner's sick game, forever trapped in the living latex Xenomorph suit.

Description
This art was made by: www.furaffinity.net/user/tickf… check the original and his other works!

Story:

Once a hardworking man with a heart full of dreams, John had fallen on tough times. He had lost his job, and the bills were piling up. He had no choice but to search for any work available, even if it meant compromising on his morals. So when he stumbled upon an ad for a job at a strip club, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to give it a try.

The interview was brief, and the club owner handed him a contract to sign. John didn't bother to read it, as he was desperate for work and believed that the job couldn't be that bad. He was led to the changing room, where he was told to change into a strange-looking suit. John could sense that something wasn't right, but before he could react, the suit came alive putting itself on him he tried to remove it but nothing worked and it permanently fused to his body. A gag was also added to prevent him from talking ever again.

John tried to scream, but no sound escaped his lips. He could feel the suit's grip tightening on his body, as if it was taking control of his movements. The club owner appeared in the changing room, and John could tell that the man was pleased with the outcome.

"What have you done to me?" John tried to ask, but his words came out muffled and incoherent.

"You've signed a contract, my boy," the club owner replied with a wicked grin. "You're now one of my performers, and you'll dance for me and others until the end of time."

John's heart sank, realizing that he was trapped in this nightmare forever. He tried to resist, but the suit was too powerful, and he was forced to obey every command given to him by the club owner.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and John became a permanent fixture at the strip club. He was no longer human, but a slave to the suit and the club owner's whims. He couldn't eat or drink, and he didn't need to use the bathroom anymore. He was not able to sleep as well, but he knew that he would never wake up from this living nightmare.

John's fate was sealed the moment he signed that contract without reading it. He was now a pole dancer for the rest of eternity, with no hope of escape. He had lost his humanity, his voice, and his will to live. He was nothing more than a pawn in the club owner's sick game, forever trapped in the living latex Xenomorph suit.