Aiko Kimura: Epilogue

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The early bird gets the worm. At least that's what her pimp said to excuse having her walk the streets super early in the morning.. It was Aiko's least favorite time to work. Her only proper customers were guys working nightshifts finally coming off work, or partygoers who really doesn't know when to call it quits. All the obese, nasty disgusting men that Aiko LOVED were busy at home sleeping past noon..

The past year had been nothing short of crazy. Her weight had gone up quite a bit, only being held in check by the vigorous fucking and smoking she did several times a day.
Her weight was also the main offender for why she only got the worst shifts. Her pimp had his territory down to a tee and avoided going outside of it to maintain good relations with surrounding gangs. This meant he had a limited area to operate his whores in. Having too many whores "on duty" at a time attracted too much attention from the cops. This meant that scheduling became a central part of organizing his crime network of prostitutes. Unfortunately for Aiko all the finer whores got the good shifts. Aiko didn't make that cut at all. She was considered to be one of the worst ones, only ever attracting the poorest of clientele and creeps.

That last part didn't bother Aiko at all, she liked creeps the most after all. Unfortunately they didn't pay all too well, which resulted in her debt taking forever to work down. At her current pace she'd be working on the streets for years to come. 

In an attempt to improve Aiko's popularity, her pimp had ordered her to get further modifications done to her body. Most notable were her pierced nipples, clitoris and labia. She'd also gone to multiple tattoo artists and got work done. She was completely unrecognizable from the pretty and upstanding student she'd once been, not that she had any recollection of that life. It only ever presented itself when her mind wandered or when sleeping. It always eluded her when she tried to remember it though.

Her living situation wasn't much better than her work. She lived in a tiny, run-down apartment. It consisted of a bathroom and living room/bedroom/kitchen area. She had no TV or radio. Just a tiny fridge where she kept beer whenever she could afford it. Her only real source of nourishment came from meals provided by her pimp or whenever a customer felt generous and either offered her food while on the job or a tip. Though the tips usually only ever went to beer and other destructive substances..

As she walked down the street she'd been assigned to, Aiko felt a great deal of discomfort in both her vagina and ass. One of her regulars had a peculiar taste for inserting large objects into both orifices. Be it a dildo many sizes too large or other, similarly shaped items. After months of seeing the same guy Aiko's holes had both been stretched to obscene proportions. Usually a whore wouldn't let a client maul their body like that, but Aiko was under strict instruction to take whatever offers came her way. Fortunately she didn't advertise neither her vagina nor asshole openly to clients, though repeat customers were hard to come by. Unless their cock was massive they rarely found much pleasure in fucking her loose holes. Thankfully she'd become quite good at working her mouth and hands.

Somewhere along her route there was a big building with windows all over. When the sun hit it just right it acted like a mirror. While walking past the building Aiko would often stop and check out herself to make sure she looked her best. Today was no different. Looking up at the angled windows on the second floor she was however met with a strange yet oddly familiar reflection.

The reflection was that of a girl, Aiko didn't think she could be older than eighteen. Was she seeing someone on the inside of the building looking out at her? Or was this her own reflection? No, that was impossible. She blinked and rubbed her eyes for a bit before looking back up at the window. As expected, the girl wasn't actually there, only Aiko's own, pathetic reflection.

Despite being the embodiment of bad health and poor decisions, Aiko didn't actually dislike her body. She hated how it made it difficult to find good, sleazy men to fuck though. She could also go without the constant exhaustion and backpain that moving around caused her. Being able to fuck for more than five minutes without going completely out of breath would also be nice..

Shaking her head off all her thoughts of self loathing Aiko went on with her shift. Hopefully someone would come along and rent her out soon.
Just then, in the corner of her eye, Aiko saw someone familiar come walking down the street with a vicious grin on his face. Just seeing his face caused a reaction of pain to flare up in her vagina and asshole.

"Here we go again" She muttered to herself as she put on a fake smile and approached the man with an exaggerated sway in her step...

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As promised; The epilogue to Aiko Kimura from Cursing the public morals committee president. Hope you like this short little dive into her life one year after the last effects of the curse!