#flabby bitch

[anaskunk]

LETS GO JUST FOUND OUT HENRY KISSINGER DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY

LIKE I KNEW HE WAS DEAD I DIDNT KNOW HE DIED ON MY BIRTHDAY

[fagpulp]

this is for Zacharie OFF but apply it to whomever you please

[braintamer]

Patriarchal body positivity: fat bitches are welcome in the patriarchy as long as they know their place

Of course, as a woman, you should make attracting men your top priority. If you're single (unowned), you should be trying to attract men, and if you are owned, you should try to be as pretty as possible for your owner. But what do we find attractive? We all have our own preferences, but the one thing i think we all want is variety, no woman is worthy of having a man all to herself, and no man should have to settle for one woman. We deserve a wide variety of toys to play with. If I wake up one morning and decide that I want to fuck a black girl with green eyes and a fat ass, thats exactly what I'll do. My other girls can sit back and watch if they're lucky. This also means we deserve a diverse selection of body shapes and sizes to fuck.

Of course, all girls are property, so if man wants you to lose weight, you lose weight, and if a man wants you to gain weight, you gain weight, that should be simple enough to follow.

But what place do fatties have in patriarchy? That depends mostly on your fat distribution and general appearance. They should all be teased for their gluttony, but pretty girls with big asses and titties should be treated like prize pigs, while ugly girls with small saggy tits and square asses should just be treated like pigs. Pretty piggies get a team of servant girls feeding them their favorite meals, giving them foot rubs, and helping them with daily tasks like bathing when they get too fat to do it on their own. Ugly hogs should be treated like disgusting slobs, constantly told how fat and useless they are. These piggies should be forced to live in a barn, fed slop from a trough, and have their big flabby bodies hosed down weekly.

All this is to say, if you're a fatty, you don't necessarily have to lose weight in order to serve the patriarchy, you just have to find a man who likes your fat body, and be a good little piggy for him. 🐽

[misseviehyde]

PHONE CLONE

Molly was pissed off and she wasn't a woman you wanted to get on the wrong side of when she was angry.

The school her daughter Jenny attended was doing next to nothing to deal with the bullying her daughter was receiving from the head cheerleader. Chloe was a fucking bitch - a spoiled manipulative gaslighting slut - and Molly was going to take her down.

"We need evidence if we are going to act," the insipid teacher at school had told her, so Molly was going to find that evidence. She was going to find evidence that couldn't be dismissed and she was going to free her daughter from this torture.

"What are you doing Mom?" asked Jenny curiously as her Mom sat on the bed and grinned as she scrolled through her phone.

"I've found a way to get the proof we need. I downloaded a piece of software - Phone Clone, and I've used it to clone and copy Chloe's mobile. Now I have her entire life in my hand."

Molly picked up her note pad. "I'll scroll through and find the evidence we need. She's bound to have made a mistake somewhere... said something that proves she is your bully."

Jenny smiled proudly at how smart her Mom was.

"Ugh, she's such a stuck up little bitch. There are so many selfies on her phone it's incredible... even if she is... ughhh kind of pretty."

"Mom are you okay?"

Jenny had noticed something weird about her Mom's posture. Molly was sitting cross legged like a teenager would. She was sitting up straighter than usual too and she flicked her hair back with an uncharacteristically bitchy gesture as she hungrily scrolled through the phone.

"Like yeah... course I'm alright. There's like soooo much hot stuff on this phone. Haha the power Chloe must have over others... she's got the entire school at her fingertips. Mmmh its kind of sexy."

Molly groaned, the light from the phone illuminating her features and making her face look younger and meaner somehow.

"Mmmmh Tik Tok videos, hot boys numbers, shopping accounts for her spoiled little wardrobe. This is just so fucking good. I wish I had a life like this."

Jenny stared at her Mom in horror. She watched in unbelieving dismay as her Mom's nails became painted yellow... the same colour that Chloe had been wearing today.

"Mom... stop... something is wrong. Put down your phone."

But Molly wasn't listening. She grinned as she accessed more and more of Chloe's cloned phone and let the bitches selfish life was over her.

"Mmmmmh feel fucking yummy... gimmee gimmee gimmeeeeeee!"

Molly moaned as youth and vitality flooded her body. Her eyes flickered like she was being reprogrammed as the images from the phone burned into her mind.

Her flabby body began to tighten and tone. Sagging skin firmed up and she became younger and younger till she was the same age as her daughter.

Molly's boobs got even bigger and they rose higher on her chest than they had for years. Perky and firm, they were now in your face and impossible to ignore.

Her split ends cleared up as the curls fell out of her hair and it became totally straight and silky like that of a supermodel fresh from the hairdressers.

"Mmmmh fuck yesssss, change meeeee," groaned Molly as she gave into the delicious feelings and exalted in her transforming body.

Her waist crunched in and her hips pushed out. She was a toned athletic hottie now and this bitch could RIDE if she needed to.

"Fuck yeah," giggled Molly her voice becoming higher and taking on a bratty whine. "Mmmh like almost there loser. Are you ready?"

Giggling Molly deliberately lowered her head so her new silky blonde hair obscured her features.

"Mom?" whimpered Jenny.

"No... not Mommy," laughed Molly as she suddenly tossed her head back and revealed her new features... Chloe's features.

Plump pouty pink lips curved into a mean smile as sexy brown eyes sparkled with mischief and Molly's transformation into a perfect clone of Chloe completed itself.

Even Molly's clothes had changed. She was now wearing the sexy clothes that Chloe would wear and Jenny felt a pang of jealousy as she saw her Mom's long tanned legs on show and barely constrained cleavage.

"I... am.... fucking... hot," laughed Molly as she admired herself and took a selfie on her phone which had also changed to the latest model.

"Nooooo Mom, what's happened?"

"Shut up loser. Your dumb Mommy is me now and she fucking loves it. I don't feel anything for you anymore. Haha I wanted proof you were being bullied and now I AM your bully."

The new Chloe smirked as she leapt forward and pinned Jenny down. Leering into her victims face she hissed evilly.

"Don't worry though loser. I'm gonna help you. We're gonna delete all the data on the real Chloe's phone using my app and replace it with the backup data of your stupid Mom, so she turns into a nobody loser like you. Then when I replace her you're going to have a new Mommy. I'm Chloe now and I'm not going back.'

Jenny cried as she looked at the evil bitch her Mom had become and realised she was never getting her real Mom back. Molly had been over-cloned and she loved it.

[smokin-salmon]

I’VE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT: THE BRIGHT ONE IS A BITCH-ASS MOTHER FUCKER, THEY PISSED ON MY WIFE. THAT’S RIGHT, THEY TOOK THEIR BLINDIN’ FLABBY DICK AND HE PISSED ON MY WIFE, AND HE SAID THEIR DICK WAS “T H I S  B I G,” AND I SAID “THAT’S DISGUSTING,” SO I’M MAKING A CALLOUT POST ON MY TWITTER.COM: BRIGHT ONE, YOU’VE GOT A SMALL DICK. IT’S THE SIZE OF THIS WALNUT EXCEPT WAY SMALLER. AND GUESS WHAT? HERE’S WHAT MY DONG LOOKS LIKE.

[Cuts to the House all twisted an shit, I don’t know. I gave up on my sanity the second I decided to write this]

THAT’S RIGHT, BABY. ALL POINTS, NO FLAB, NO PILLOWS – LOOK AT THAT, IT LOOKS LIKE TWO BALLS AND A BONG. THEY FUCKED MY WIFE, SO GUESS WHAT, I’M GONNA FUCK DORMONT. THAT’S RIGHT, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET: MY SUPER TEARY PISS!! EXCEPT I’M NOT GONNA PISS ON DORMONT, I’M GONNA GO FARTHER; I’M PISSING ALL OVER VAUGARDE!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, HOUSEMAIDEN?! I PISSED ON VAUGARDE, YOU IDIOT!

YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE THE PISS DROPLETS FREEZE VAUGARDE, NOW GET OUT OF MY BLINDING SIGHT, BEFORE I PISS ON YOU TOO!

[puripurin]

SHOWMANSHIP [🎊🎉770 Followers Special🎉🎊] [PT. 1]

➥ Yan!Ringmaster x Acrobatic!Reader

➥ Summary :- Like always, misfortune almost always has a choke hold on the reader, so you get sold to a circus for the meer sum of 1,250 dollers.

— "IS THAT ALL I'M WORTH TO YOU??" You boomed at your parents, grateful for the bars that so kept you a foot's distance from ripping your parents to shreads.

"Honey, listen -" Your father was brutally cut off by your untamed anger radiating off of the walls, screeching so loud that it made the cell bars vibrate momentarily afterwards. There was no way in hell this man was trying to butter you up after selling you off.

"No. YOU listen to me, you wasteful, unwanted sperm doner. YOU could've worked me to the BONE, and I would have forgiven you because we still need a roof over our heads, but to sell me to some random-ass person who probably smells like your fuckin' toe jam for a mere sum of 1,250 DOLLARS!??? You hurled insults at your parents left and right, only recieving furious stares in return.

"[Y/N]! That is no way to speak to your father! We were low on funds, and our payment was due soon." She stepped forward with a sharp expression engraved in her face.

"LOW ON FUNDS!?!? WAS IT YOUR GRAND PLAN TO SELL ME FOR JUST 1,250 DOLLARS??"

Your intermittent breathing became the only thing that was stopping you from going over the edge of insanity town. Your parents stood without motion, their eyes locked on you as if they weren't the ones who should've been in the cell instead.

"...Don't you want your due payments to disappear? That's rich, how ironic, huh? Or maybe you two were just waiting on an opportunity to make me disappear?!?!"

Without waiting for a response, you slammed your hand on the part of the iron bars closest to their faces, getting surprised fast blinks from your mother. Her pride lasting in all of this was honestly pissing you off.

"YOU FLABBY-ASS-HAVING CUNT! YOU COULD HAVE NEGOTIATED FOR MORE MONEY!! IT'S NO WONDER WHY YOU HAD TO BRING THAT CHEAP-ASS PEARL NECKLACE, BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO NEARSIGHTED TO SEE THAT THE PRICE TAG WAS ONLY FOR 8 DOLLARS. FUCKIN' BRAGGING TO THE BAND OF THE BITCHES HOW YOU WE'RE ABLE TO BUY AN 8K PEARL NECKLACE KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR ASS IS SO POOR THAT YOU HAD TO ASK ME TO PAY FOR THAT SHIT BECUASE YOU ONLY HAD 2 GODFORSAKEN DOLLARS IN THAT RIP-OFF CHANEL BAG." You sneered at the woman who was shaking in frustration.

"Dear, there is no worry for this... thing anymore. Our twin daughters will pave the way for greatness, bringing wealth and fortune to our name. Their talents and beauty hold no bounds." The woman looked over at her husband as you glared at them before you as if they were brainless, dilapidated creatures.

"Keep on sweet talking to them like that, and they'll end up in jail for homicide." You held up a middle finger and walked to a corner of the cell. You heard them spit in the front of the gate to your cell as they left. Silence then engulfed your surroundings.

No more of your parents' nagging and selfish tendancies. It was because of them that you could never look at your early twenties with fond memories. Looking back, you could have been partying and romancing other people, yet all you were promised was work, work, and more work. The pressure of trying to make money for your teen siblings and parents was exhausting, especially when your mother was spending more than you could make. That was how you got an earful from both your parents and siblings when they found out that the family's credit score was so low that it practically nestled right beside the dogshit on the side of the road.

"Fuck. This fucking sucks..." You couldn't hold back the resentment that forced themselves out your eyes in beads of tears. You were already at 26, with no job, no car, no money, no partner, and worth only 1,250 dollars. The path you walked on was not one adorned for the bunnies and butterflies, but rather, was draped in colourless desperation and pure survival.

"At least an arranged marriage would've given me the things I worked so hard for! But no! They just want me to die miserable and poor!"

"Awe, is my new performer preaching about death? My, a face like yours would be a total waste in a casket." The voice of a man echoed through the cell, almost making you jump out of your skin. He appeared almost instantaneously before your cell gate; he was dressed in an array of red, black, and white with an assortment of ruffles.

"You! YOU SCUMMY BASTARD! JUST WAIT 'TIL I HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER TO FEAST ON!" You stormed your way back to the front of your cell and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Ah... I'm sure you would enjoy that, but alas, that mouth of yours is a bit rotten, would some chlorine and a scrub daddy do the trick?" The man's face held no defining emotion that represented what he was saying to you.

"You... YOU--"

"I suggest you quit the smack talk, unless you prefer to continue and be thrown out of my establishment; can't make quality meat without an obedient animal, am I right?" Even if his facial expression didn't change, you could tell that his words were looking to strangle you if you refused to take heed to them.

"Ah, right, before I leave, I have assigned you as an acrobatics trainee; our last acrobat died of... unforseen events." He paused before chuckling and waltzing out of sight. Making you alone in the cell once more.

You just plopped right on the ground in realization. This was your life now. Just a minute ago you got sold to some freak by your idiotic parents, and now, you were going to be one of the acrobatics in a circus that you didn't even know the name of? You could only pity yourself.

It had been a few weeks since you came here, and all you had been doing was practicing acrobatics with the help of the others. Furthermore, since that unfaithful day when you were sold, it was your decision to just stop talking altogether. If no one was hearing your voice, then what was the point?

"Ah, [Y/N]... have you finished up on your practice for today?" A young woman came over to you. It was Ellen, one of the acrobatics that taught you all the basics, from balancing on a beam to how to quickly put on different costumes in between performances.

You acknowledged her for her determination, even after entering into the circus at a young age. Though, what you wish you had was her ability to not complain and take things as they were. Alas, that was something Ellen had shown you that you hadn't observed from a person in ages; endurance.

You gave her a small smile and nodded. She brightened up before motioning you to come over to the schedule, which displayed all the events that were to partake following each day. You noticed that there was no last month performance mentioned on the chart.

Last month's performances were big and grand compared to the regular performances, which had more repetitive and basic performances. With all that in mind, you still couldn't participate in them because you were new, but soon you would participate within the next month or so.

"Ah, the other ringmaster has yet to meet you, by the way. He's been gone for a while now. He's the one who can conduct the monthly performances..." Ellen slowly stopped talking, mentally debating with herself with something before refraining on speaking as her grim face turned into one of happiness.

"Ah, right, it's almost time for the show to start, so I need to go this time. You are responsible for ensuring that the children are safe when they are watching the show." Right, you almost forgot about the children that were here. They were either sold to here or just given to the circus. They either had deformities or just had albinism. In total, there were 8 children that you needed to watch over.

You nodded once more and left to change out of the plain acrobatic suit that you wore for practice. Obviously, you had some different coloured ones, but those were strictly for performances.

Once you stepped into the changing room, you deflated and rubbed your face, which was buring from trying to hold back your tears. You sat there as streaks of tears slid down your face.

It was hard for you to just be happy about the situation. It was a struggle to just even have a neutral look on your face, to seem unbothered, to seem as if you were taking the situation well. The reason you gave for becoming selectively mute was only half of the reason. It was partially because almost every day your throat would tighten up from the never ending fear of living like this.

There were nice people, of course, but was it enough for you to accept this situation? The pain of realizing over and over again that your family betrayed you for such a little amount was painful. Even if they mistreated you, you only want to go back to the times when everything was much simpler.

You sniffled and checked the time and noticed that 10 minutes had passed. That was enough crying time for today because you weren't going to get beaten for not taking care of the children this time. Babysitting children comes first, money is second, and depression is last. That crazy psycho of a manager won't let anything slide under the rug, so you had to be on your tippie toes.

There were a bunch of mini humans wandering about, but not out of your sight, of course. You sat on a wooden bench backstage amongst the junk pile, where all sorts of thrown out props and costumes entangled themselves into one giant monster-like concoction. It was enough to keep the children entertained, and so you had a portion of your job cut out for you.

One of the 8 children was a little, baby boy, the youngest of the batch; he snuggled into your chest, feeling the warmth radiating from you.

"Ah, are you babysitting?" A man, with long hair spoke up from beside you. You hadn't noticed when he sat down. You shook your head in reply, raising an intrigued response from the man.

"Not quite a speaker, are you? I see. You must be [Y/n], then. I am Mathew Alabaster, one of the ringmasters in this lovely establishment." You raised a brow at the 'lovely establishment' part, but Mathew didn't mind, well, more like he didn't have the mind to notice.

You hadn't seen him before, and it seemed as though he shared resemblance with that of the ringmaster you met on your first day in the cell.

"Right, so how well are you fitting into your role? I assume it's daunting because you get to be hung high in the air with nothing but your skills and aura whilst the floor's comfort lulls and beckons you to just... drop." The man smiled at you, but for an odd reason; he had an off-putting look in his eyes...

Pt 1 cus I ain't writing allat rn. Also I'm so so super duper sorry for not posting in decades! (Esp @emptybrain01, it was only recently i saw your comments! Im so so sorry 💀💀💀💀) Obviously I've been on tumblr for a short period of time, but like, I was just lazy on top of me having no time on the weekend because I'm making a cosplay and I have to study during the week, along with upcoming tests and a big exam next year. Basically my hobbies take up more time than I have.

So maybe next year ill disappear for a while cos i hv a shit ton of stuff to do.

But I'll take requests instead of just thinking about a character and making a smol story for them.

Also once more, thank you for following me and getting to 770+ followers (its now 831) even if i don't post much. I would also like to thank my friend Syren, who has access to my account and sees all my shit 💀, for editing this work!

Thank you all!

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Peeking Presents

Katie felt bad about opening the package that arrived addressed to her mom, but she was just so excited for Christmas that she hoped it was the chemistry set she had asked her for. She was going to need it for the next semester of college and wanted to get as familiar with it as possible.

But when she peeked in the package, she saw a pair of sleek brown shiny thigh-high boots. It was unlike her mother to buy something so expensive-looking and so fashionable. They weren’t her mother’s style or her own for that matter, preferring more loose-fitting and comfortable clothing. In fact she had never ever worn a high heel before. However something about the boots was intriguing her. They seemed so dangerous and sexy.

As she held them in her hands, she noticed a small note tucked inside the box. To her surprise, it simply read, "To: Emma, enjoy taking your life back with the new Bitch Boots." Katie furrowed her brow, puzzled by the unexpected message. Intrigued and a bit amused, she decided to try them on, wondering how a pair of boots could live up to such a bold name.

With some effort, Katie slipped on the boots, their sleek brown surface hugging her legs tightly. A sense of constriction settled in, and an unexpected surge of irritation accompanied the feeling. As she zipped them up, the boots seemed to transform her demeanor. A sudden wave of anger and a hint of meanness overcame her. It was as if the boots had a personality of their own, influencing her emotions.

In the midst of this strange sensation, she muttered to herself, "That idiot mother of mine is so inept. Couldn't she have got boots that fit me?" The words spilled out impulsively, catching Katie off guard. She was surprised at the venom in her tone and the resentment directed towards her mother. Quickly realizing the harshness of her words, she clamped a hand over her mouth, attempting to silence the unintended outburst.

To Katie's astonishment, as if responding to her angry outburst, the boots began to subtly warp and adjust her legs. A strange warmth enveloped her, as her legs, once confined by the tightness, now underwent a transformation. They became slim, yet surprisingly toned, as if the boots were not just a fashion statement but a magical conduit molding her form to their liking. Bewildered, Katie marveled at the unexpected metamorphosis.

Katie, unable to resist the intrigue, stood before the mirror, examining her legs clad in the transformed boots. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her as she muttered, "Now that's more like it, a perfect fit for a perfect bitch." The words, laced with an unexpected brattiness, escaped her lips. Shocked by her own audacity, she swiftly clamped a hand to her mouth again, disbelief etched across her face.

Yet, as if attuned to her words, the boots responded once again. A subtle energy enveloped her, and she felt a gradual shift in her figure. Her body became more slim and toned, while a warm tan embraced her skin. Katie could only stare at the mirror in astonishment.

Katie examined her reflection, turning side to side to witness a body that was no longer flabby but instead athletic and fit. "I could be a sorority girl with a body like this," she murmured, the words effortlessly flowing out as if guided by an external force.

Yet, Katie found herself not resisting this time. In fact, she continued, "No. I could be head of a sorority looking like this," accompanied by a sly smirk. The boots vibrated lightly, encouraged by Katie’s own vanity, responded by initiating another round of changes but this time faster. Her boring brown hair transformed into a bright, almost platinum blonde, falling effortlessly in smooth, silky waves. Her nails extended into long, pointed perfection, manicured flawlessly. Makeup adorned her face, enhancing features she hadn't paid much attention to before.

“Mmmm fuck yes I feel so bratty and mean, don’t stop!” Katie moaned as she felt her loose-fitting jeans shrank into a short mini skirt, mirroring the color and material of her now sleek and tight boots. The transformation extended to her oversized sweater, which morphed into a white linen blouse, the fabric luxuriously pleasing against her now-toned skin, exuding an air of expense.

Finally her boobs started to grow and push against her expensive shirt, her nipples pressed hard into the material. “Yesssss! Big beautiful tits that will make me the envy of every woman!” She said matter of factly as the changes ceased and a wicked smile crept across her lips. A new persona seemed to awaken within her, one that seamlessly embraced the sexy clothes hugging her transformed body. The once reserved girl now exuded a confidence that matched her provocative attire.

With a wicked glint in her eyes, Katie fully embraced her newfound persona. No longer the nice and shy science nerd, she reveled in the persona of Kayla—the bitchy, bratty bully who got what she wanted when she wanted. The "Bitch Boots" had not only transformed her appearance but had seemingly rewritten her very essence, molding her into a character of audacious confidence.

As the echoes of her former identity faded away, Katie's mother arrived home to a most unexpected sight.

"Katie? What... what happened?" her mother stammered, her eyes wide with shock.

Kayla chuckled, her voice dripping with newfound malice, "Oh, Emma sweetie, Katie's gone. Now it's just me, Kayla. Merry Christmas. Like my new look?" She gestured playfully to her provocative outfit.

Her mother's gaze shifted to the sleek brown boots, realization dawning. "Those are the mind controlling boots I ordered. Please, take them off! Let me help you."

Kayla leaned in with a disgusted look on her face, "Help me? I don't need help. I'm in control now. I’ve never felt so alive, so free. I was born to be a bitch and these simply unlocked it for me… wait, did you say mind controlling?"

Her mother, desperate, attempted to backtrack, "I... I didn't say mind control. I must have misspoken. Please, let's talk about this. You're my daughter."

Kayla chuckled, standing intimately over her mother, her wicked smile widened. "You did say it, didn't you? Oh, how interesting. Boots, how do I access this power?" Kayla said into the air. The boots responded by vibrating her whole body to the point that Kayla’s eyes rolled back into her head. Not only that but her mind became awash with the instructions she desired.

“Ahhhh yeesss of course.” Kayla purred as her eyes returned but know somehow contained more malice within. Grabbing her mother roughly by the hair she took perverse pleasure in watching the pain on Emma’s face as she pulled her mother’s face to her wicked boots.

“Lick them worm!” Kayla commanded but her mother didn’t budge. Rolling her eyes, Kayla picked her mother’s nose and waited for her to run out of breath. When she did it gave Kayla the short window to push her mother’s tongue against the boot. As soon as she did, Kayla felt all struggle in her mother cease.

WEEKS LATER

Kayla strutted through campus with her clique in tow. They all struggled to keep up with her long strides in her signature boots but they knew if they feel behind Kayla would cut them loose and no one wanted to be on the new popular girl’s bad side.

Kayla had returned from winter break with a new attitude and new wardrobe that took the campus by storm. No longer the quiet science nerd, she had seamlessly integrated herself into the social scene, leaving a trail of intrigued gazes in her wake.

In a surprising turn of events, Kayla had managed to take over the most prestigious sorority and ascended to the role of president, a remarkable feat for a freshman. The former president herself endorsed her, urging the sorority to elect her in.

Since then she had turned the presidency into a queendom, with herself being the figurehead. Those who complained or fought against her soon became her most loyal allies, after they had a private meeting with the queen.

Kayla flickered her immaculate ponytail back and looked at girls bringing up the rear, carrying her books, her bag, her recent clothing purchases, amongst other things. They had arrived at her her car where her driver sat patiently in the driver seat.

“Load it up girls, and don’t scratch the leather.” Kayla scowled as the clique loaded up the trunk and front seat of the car. Once they had, Kayla sat into the back seat and stretched out as she pulled up her phone to text several boys she had on the go.

“You’re looking wonderful today dear.” The driver said sycophantly. Kayla rolled her eyes.

“How many times have I got to tell you Emma, you are not to speak to me in the car. You’re not my mother anymore, you’re just a driver so drive!” Kayla spat and her mother simply smiled and nodded. She was so thankful to have such a wonderful boss, Emma thought to herself as she drove off.

[mr2swap]

You're going to pay

-Are you serious? right now? ok boy but that will be another month in your body you fucking pervert!- I couldn't help but smirk when I looked at him he looked like shit, his t-shirt was so soaked with sweat I could see those 2 saggy full tits of fat through his shirt, I still don't understand how he can come to the gym with me every day and not have lost weight.

Anyway, that's not my problem, As long as he's a fagot he keeps paying for all this I don't give a shit, At this rate I'm going to have his life completely in one or two years. Anyway, I don't think he'll mind seeing apartments as long as he lives in the building. Maybe at some point I'll let him move in with me to help me out as a maid.

I own an apartment building that my father left me, it's pretty cool because I don't have to work and I could stay home and play video games or watch TV, well… technically I'm not the owner now But I'm the only one who knows the keys to the bank, maybe next year i'll buy a sporty lamborghini or something, these biceps would look great in one of those.

Jake was a very rude tenant, every weekend he would party with his friends until 3 am, he would leave the garbage outside his apartment hoping that one of the other neighbors would take care of it as if they were his servants or his parents, when Jake he was a month or 2 behind on the rent but when he started completely ignoring me for not paying, I decided to give him one last warning "you're going to pay me one way or another"

And of course he ended up paying, I could have taken anything from his apartment but I decided to take the only thing that really mattered to him, I wouldn't give him a chance to escape from that debt. He should have read the entire lease when he moved out.

Wasting no more of my time I flexed my hot biceps in front of him to show off my hot sweaty pits that he had been waiting so long to worship and lick in front of all the gym patrons, he didn't seem to care that all the gym patrons were watching while like a bitch played with the hairs of my armpit with his tongue.

The feel of her wet tongue moving under my huge arms slightly tickled him even more than the first time I let him do it in the gym bathroom.

He and I had an agreement that I would give him back his body while he trained mine to pay off his debts, at first it was a couple of hours a day I would walk her to the gym so I could have a little fun showing off his muscles while he soaked my shirt in the treadmill, then he was late paying rent again so I took his body back so I could have fun in some hotel fucking some of the girls on his cell phone while he cleaned my apartment, and now I don't think I'm back my body in two weeks or so.

I pushed him away from me and he fell to the ground, he looked so fucked up and disgusting that I could hardly believe I was the one who looked like this some time ago, I tossed my iPhone at his flabby belly, a smile on my face. handsome and perfect face flex my huge arms again to show my armpits that are already completely clean.

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[fishrights69]

My Top 5 GARBAGE fish that suck

Here we go again. After receiving a very high ammount of notes!! (61 UwU) on the last fish list, here's another top 5 no one asked for. I've tried to use the reasoning of ''all fish are good'' but let's be honest, we'd be better off without these. 5. Monkfish🙏

So these things are weird as hell. Their ugliness alone landed them on this list. Not only are they ugly as shit, but they're also mean motherfuckers that eat basically anything. They like to cover themselves in mud and just chill there until something crosses their path which imo is fucking lazy. Some people do eat them as a delicacy apparently(ew?). Props to them for getting over the looks. Ugly/10 5/10 for laziness 4.Hairy Frog Fish💇‍♀️

If you wonder wtf are you looking at, this fish is the living embodiment of that feeling you get when you find hair in your food. This girlie loves to swallow as it's mouth can open to make space for fish almost twice her size so don't go sitting too close 💦 Still, it doesn't take away from the fact that she looks like a mistake. 4/10 appearance 8/10 for the deep throating skills 3. Goblin Shark 👺

First of all, these sharks look like if someone designed a fish based on a child's drawing of a shark. Instead of going the terrifying route and choosing one of these pictures, I opted for a derpy yet still creepy photo. Besides being quite good at ambushing prey, these dudes still tend to eat man made garbage which further argues their position on ''the garbage fish top5™''. They also are basically living fossils since they're old af and most of their body is atrophied. 3/10 appearance 6/10 for still living so long despite everything.

2.Bony-Eared Assfish🍑

This fish is for all ass obsessed fuckers. Grilling this baby and enjoying it counts as eating ass. Some cool facts about him: -The bony-eared assfish has the smallest brain-to-body weight ratio out of all vertebrates. -Assfish are soft and flabby with a light skeleton (so like a real ass) As for personality, they are not what I'd call assholes. They are quite sluggish as they prefer to sort of flap around with short bursts of energy instead of swim. They don't do much besides that which makes them a very underwhelming fish despite the sexy name :( Apparently they were given this name to make up for how utterly boring they are. 2/10 appearance 1/10 Interest in them or what they are good for (spoiler, nothing)

If you're a fish enthusiast, you probably know what's coming at nr.1 🥁 🥁 1. Ocean Sunfish☀️

There are far, faar too many reasons for this fish to be on the first spot. Not only are they the dumbest fish in the whole world, but they also are not good swimmers AT ALL (wtf is with these poorly designed fish who cannot swim??). Scientists are still perplexed at how this fish continues to stay alive. If you want more shitty facts about them, here's a link to a very famous post trashing these bitches. BUT, I have my very own reason to hate the sunfish. One cursed morning, I decided to go get educated about animals and visit Naturalis, a museum in Leiden, The Netherlands. I was having a blast looking at all the beautiful animals showcased, along with the cool facts and atmosphere. I excitedly get to the aquatic creatures floor and mesmerised, I try to take in all the beauty. At the long corridor nearing the exit, I look around admiring the fish that were displayed. Thinking I had seen it all, I move further when I turn a corner and out of nowhere.. . . . . . . . BAM

this GIANT motherfucker, hidden in a corner makes it's presence known. I'm not kidding when I say this thing is huge. Here's a picture of the replica from another angle for size reference. As you can guess, I was legit extremely spooked and actually screamed. :( 0/10 appearence 0/10 fuck this thing. useless and it gave me a heart attack

BONUS: I'm sorry but I think I've tortured myself and you enough, so to make up for it, here's a cute fishy instead: (take him)

Alright thanks for reading and follow for more fish content. Suggest me some more top5's I could do, be it fish related, or whatever your mind decides to curse me with. Still need to cleanse yours eyes? My top 5 coolest fish

[viscerallystarved]

TW MEANSPO

you are such a fat fuck i cant even believe you!! im so fucking disappointed, you binged AGAIN??? are you kidding me? you whine and bitch about how flabby and gluttonous you are, and then you shovel fatty disgusting calories down your throat? pathetic pig, its your own fault your ugly and fat.

maybe if you really wanted it, you would have it by now. either stop bitching about your pudgy ass or put in the work.

[ribsr]

Of fucking course he’ll never love you. Are you kidding? When you have flabby tits and a loose stomach and your body jiggles when you run. It’s no wonder he looks at other girls. Disgusting bitch. Undisciplined bitch.

[misseviehyde]

BOTTLE IT

Mike loved his girlfriend Ashton so much, but she really did have a confidence problem. It was the sixth time she had tried to pass her driving test and failed.

"Oh dear," whimpered Ashton as she reversed over a bicycle and crushed it... the examiner shaking his head as he ticked fail yet again.

The stupid thing was, Ashton was a great driver. When relaxed she was brilliant... but as soon as she was put under any pressure her confidence crumbled and she bottled it.

Michael comforted Ashton as she cried on his shoulder. "I can't do anything right," she wept.

It wasn't just the driving test. Ashton was a real wallflower and would lose her nerve as soon as any pressure was applied. Michael wished he could find a way to boost her fragile confidence.

But how?

***

"Here, give your girlfriend this blonde hair dye and I promise her confidence will swell," smirked Michael's bitchy step-sister Gina. "Everyone knows blonde girls are more confident. Convince her to go blonde and I promise she'll never go back."

Michael didn't entirely trust his step-sister, but the bottle of confidence boosting blonde hair dye did seem like a thoughtful idea. Perhaps the psychological effect alone would make Ashton more bold and confident.

Michael knew that Ashton would be against using this dye, so he swapped it out for her usual hair colour and waited. He was sure she would forgive him once she saw the results.

***

Ashton hummed to herself as she lathered her hair with her usual dark brown hair dye and waited for it to take effect. It smelt and felt different this time, and as she rubbed it in she felt a strange erotic tingle throb through her body.

Ashton's eyes widened as she watched her hair sparkle and glow. A vivid blonde streak suddenly flashed through her hair, then another and another.

She moaned, her scalp tingling and throbbing deliciously as the dye was absorbed in. This was no ordinary dye, it was magical and she gasped as her hair lengthened and grew, turning blonder and silkier as it transformed.

Ashton groaned as her skin tanned and her flat boobed chest swelled and expanded. Her lips curled into a cruel bitchy smirk as her lashes lengthened and sharp pink nails shot from her fingers.

"Fuckkk yessssss," she hissed as a surge of power and confidence throbbed through her body. She laughed, tossing back her hair and giggling as her flabby body toned up. Stretching her toned body, Ashton grinned as she grew taller and more curvaceous. Her tits were now large and firm, her ass perfect. Her body posture changed to become confident and bossy.

"This is soooo much fucking better," she purred. "That fucking loser Ashton is dead... I am Ash now."

***

Ash grinned as she straddled her new boyfriends bike and looked over at the weeping loser on the road.

She'd kicked Michael over with with one of her booted heels, knocking him out of her way when the pathetic wimp had tried to stop her getting on the bike with Marlon.

"How many times do I have to tell you loser? I'm Marlon's girl now."

Ash's pussy was already wet and she could feel her superior new boyfriends big cock was rock hard through his jeans. He loved seeing his new woman crush losers.

Ash was so horny for her badboy lover. She wished she could fuck him right here and show the world what a stud he was. In fact she was tempted - it wasn't like she lacked the confidence anymore.

Since dying her hair Ash had quit her dead-end job and started working as a dancer in a bar. That was where she had met the biker gang and instantly been accepted as their newest recruit. She even had a tattoo on her lower back, the gangs emblem. She was a biker bitch for life now.

"Ashton, please. My step sister tricked me. That dye has turned you into an evil biker bitch. You have to listen."

Ignoring Michael, Ash kissed Marlon, her tongue in his mouth. Then spinning round she giggled as he groped her tits with one hand and used his other to grab the handle bars.

Ash had passed her driving test weeks ago, easily getting a perfect performance... especially when she sucked off the examiner. She loved driving, but her real passion was for motorbikes.

Ash couldn't wait to buy her own and join the gang for real, but for now she would ride with Marlon... in every sense.

Laughing wildly, she turned her eyes to the road as Marlon gunned the bike and they set off into the future. Her pathetic cuck of a boyfriend was left weeping, wishing his innocent and kind girlfriend would return.

But Ashton was dead. Ash had taken her place and this bad bitch was here to stay.

Blondes really do have more fun.

[overwhelmed-overweight]

I'm a gym girlie against my will. My boyfriend is a fitness enthusiast which you think would be great I'm helping me lose weight.

Not when we're bulking 🙃 he always makes sure I'm eating enough for muscle growth.

I'm still basically at my SW. Yes, I am significantly more strong than I was last year. Yes, my ass has gotten more dumpy thicc. Yes, my body looks less flabby and sloppy. Yes, I feel safer walking alone because I feel like I could fight off any average man that tries to mess with me. But none of that matters in this fucked up side of my head. My body dysmorphia refuses to let me see a difference.

All I know is that the scale says I'm a fat bitch. I hate the gym so much.

[bielobog-kun]

shoutout to fanartists who make e-s a lil ugly. who remember his shitty posture. and especially shoutout to ppl who draw hades flabby instead of ripped. that bitch does everything with magic he hasn't got even a 1 pack

[pangtasias-atelier]

heyyy could you write a keaton x xander fic where xander has been fattening keaton up and keaton is in massive denial about his weight until he's immobile and forced to realize?

I kinda forgot how much y'all love fates cause like outside of this community so many bitches rag on it. But I'm right here with y'all on seeing the men get fat as fuck abjsnasn

I hope you enjoy this cause I feel like I'm bad with Xander since I don't like him much but did have fun going back and seeing some his supports to like try and do him some justice

Warning: This is a fetish story!

"Looord Xanderrr," Peri skipping down the hallway, her hair as bright as her current attitude, bounces along with her movement. She hums to herself with both her eyes closed after having announced herself. 

Her fellow coworker walks behind her. Walking normally unlike Peri, Laslow's steady pace has him keeping up with her. For once, he keeps a rather serious demeanor to him with no maidens around for him to hit on. Though he does look forward to heading off into town after his last report for the day. Standing in front of the door to Xander's study, he only knocks once before the door opens. "Your majesty, your-"

"Stuff it, Laslow. He told me," Peri smiles to herself, the lethal knight radiating nothing but positivity. "Your pet asked me to come get you. Said that he's absolutely starving,"

"Keaton is my husband, Peri. Not a pet," He walks out of his study with a frown marring his pristine, chiseled face. 

"Aww, but you sure do stuff him like one though,"

Laslow's eyes widen from Peri's blunt words, even the swordsman unable to bring himself past simple jokes or teasing. "I'll make sure to speak with her over-" Laslow holds back a grumble as he gets interrupted again. 

"No need. I must admit, Keaton has been eating quite a lot. Though I am to blame for indulging my husband," Xander smiles to himself. He adjusts his clothes before going to see his lovely husband.

"Well, as long as he's happy I guess," Laslow stands back, ready to be dismissed at any moment.

Peri seems to have no tact whatsoever unlike her coworker. "He's also pretty fat too,"

Laslow shuts his eyes, ready for a lecture.

"Indeed. It suits him well, doesn't it?" Xander mentally gushes over his husband, envisioning the wolfskin's pudgy little love handles that puff out from his too tight vest and his soft, squishy thighs that stretch his pants.

"Of course! Of course, your majesty," Laslow blurts out. Eyeing Peri, he hopes she'll get his hint.

She doesn't. "Yep. He looks so soft and squishy now! You've done a number on his waist," 

"Yes, he is very soft," Xander catches his own thoughts and coughs into his fist. "But regardless, you two are dismissed for the day,"

Laslow already drags Peri away by her hand. "Thank you, your majesty! Take care,"

Xander heads back to his husband from now being left alone. His study is rather close to the two's shared room, so it only takes him a few moments to reach his husband. His entire face turns a soft shade of red upon the sight of Keaton, the same lovely shade that resembles Keaton’s gut when stuffed with an extra serving of food past his usual intake. 

Keaton currently lays down on the expansive couch, all plump three hundred pounds of him Resting on his back, his overly stuffed belly juts out above him. Keaton’s vest is completely useless now from his extra weight. All of the buttons on the black vest are gone, every single last one popped several meals. His button up fares better. Only marginally so, the buttons able to at least hold on for dear life as the fabric tries its hardest to wrap around the extra adipose. The white fabric is bunched up around his soft bundles of flab that make up his rolls. The fabric shows off more than just his chest now. Bits of Keaton’s flabby gut poke out in between the holes where his buttons barely manage to stay together. And the underside of his gut is completely exposed; neither his shirt nor his vest manage to cover up Keaton in all his entirety with so much extra width to cover. Keaton’s chest presses against the soft fabric of his shirt and vest. Two soft well cared for breasts adorn his plush body, the two breasts a large departure from Keaton’s once defined pecs. The inner bits of adipose from his chest are still exposed with the upper buttons left completely undone. The back and sides of Keaton’s clothes also struggle to withhold all his flab. The materials billow out from his soft, squishy love handles and the side of his chest. With more to cover now from the extra weight, Keaton’s widened back that’s adorned with small overlapping bits of pudge help stretch the clothes to their limit even further. 

Keaton’s pants are unbuttoned, the far too tight pants undone midway through his gorging. His thighs show off the fine craftsmanship behind the pants. Zero holes or tears throughout the entire fabric, the slightly stretchable material hugs his thick frame like a second skin. Keaton’s large thighs have some room between them with how he spreads his legs on the couch. With keaton’s position, his doughy fat pad presses against the taut pants. The two perky, smackable cheeks making up his ass similarly stretches his clothes.All of the belts and straps that used to wrap around his thighs are gone now with Xander having them removed some time ago after Keaton’s numerous complaints about the items magically shrinking rather than any other much more likely reason for the tight fit, like his extra weight.

Despite being the very reason for his extra weight—along with some extra help from Xander—Keaton finds every fault or excuse for his increasing issues from his weight besides himself or his husband. A miscast spell, a poorly washed outfit that shrunk, Nohrian furniture not as big or sturdy compared to his village, or even a hex casted on him—the latter thought coming to Keaton during his most lucid moments of only being a smidge off the actual reason—are all far more convincing and compelling reasons to explain his issues than any actual overindulgence on his part. 

And Xander finds the blissful ignorance far too adorable. Almost as loving and charming as his husband’s bloated, flabby body. “You called for me, love?” Xander kneels down on the floor. In the comfort and sanctity of their own room, he presses his face into Keaton’s gut; the warm belly audibly churns and rumbles as it digests the feast he just ate. 

“I’m hungry,,,” Keaton whines like nothing could matter more than satiating his own seemingly insatiable hunger. His eyes are closed, both of them shut tight in something reminiscent of pain as Xander applies only the slightest bit of pressure. 

“It pleases me to see how much you adore the cuisine here. Allow me to hand you the rest of your meal,” Removing himself from Keaton’s bloated gut, Xander reaches for the last plate of food. A small bowl of alfredo, the carb laden dish already has Keaton’s gut gurgling as if in a vain hope to deter its owner from eating more. But Xander stops the nearly improbable chance from happening anyways by feeding the already stuffed Keaton. 

And Keaton dutifully eats. He doesn’t bother to hide his own satisfaction as Xander feeds him another forkful and then another. His tail even attempts to wag despite being pinned under his own weight. “So good,” Keaton wheezes out as Xander finally feeds him the last remaining forkful. Every single meal so tantalizingly delicious, he couldn’t help himself but crave more of it, even with an already stuffed gut.

“I’ll let the chefs know how much you enjoyed the meal,” Xander plants a kiss on Keaton’s exposed gut, the lowest button gone halfway through the pasta. “And I’ll have them make more so it’s ready after your nap,”

“Yeah, lots of it too,” Keaton lets out a yawn that wracks his entire body with fatigue. “Love you,” He allows his body to take the desperate post binge nap it needs, Keaton snoring away not even minutes afterwards.

Xander delivers on his promise and Keaton’s request. More than enough food to go around, Keaton certainly never has to worry about ever going hungry with his husband to take care of him. And regardless of how much Keaton needs to eat just to reach base level satisfaction or how his upsized clothes rip and tear or the way furniture begins to shake and creak the fatter he gets or how out of breath he gets from the simplest of movements, Keaton never even thinks to blame his own gluttonous, hedonistic self or the loving albeit selfish desires of his husband who all too easily fattens him up. Instead, he simply allows himself to glut out to his and Xander’s heart’s content.

“Only a few more steps,” One overladen arm over his shoulder, Xander is completely calm as he helps his husband walk. 

The complete opposite of Xander, Keaton is a tired, wheezing mess that only manages to walk around with the aid of his adoring husband who secretly, only to Keaton, fattens him up. “The servants must've *groan* moved everything further,” His face drenched in sweat just from getting out of bed and waddling to the couch, Keaton would wipe off the buckets of water pouring down his face if not for the difficulty that comes from lifting up an arm that is larger than his head now. “And you’re dieting. You’re so small,” Keaton mutters right as Xander helps him get to the couch. Which he allows himself to completely fall on top of this time, his knees swaddled in copious amounts of flab wishing nothing more than to give out and rest.

And the couch gives out from underneath him, already cracked and straining legs completely broken in half from the pile of lard for a wolfskin that sits atop it.

“And the furniture is weak ughhh,” Keaton has his porcine head tilted back. His eyes shut, he slowly attempts to catch his breath. His jowls jiggle as he puffs his cheeks out with each deep breath he takes. Even Keaton’s multiple chins wobble from his heavy breathing, the sounds comparable to someone running a marathon.

Xander dabs Keaton’s ponderous figure with a towel in the meanwhile. Careful not to put too much pressure on his husband, Xander adores the sight of his titanic love. 

Most of the couch taken up by Keaton, his lard overflows the broken furniture. His ample gut that juts out in front of him sags off the cushions. Enough to drape down and slightly press and rest against the plush carpet. Keaton’s enormous gut comes close to rivaling his transformed state; the large mass of fat big enough to look even too much in his beast form. His gut currently gurgles for more food despite already having his breakfasts followed by breakfast desserts in bed. Keaton’s gut is the largest part of him, the always stuffed and crammed belly growing fatter by the day. His chest also a large recipient, the two meaty, pendulous breasts that always sway and slosh against the rest of his lard now comfortably drape down his blubbery pile of fat for a body. Keaton’s large moobs press against his jutting love handles along with his arms as well. His thighs so ponderously wide, the two pillars for legs are practically stuck together; the only thing that breaks up the glued together large thighs is Keaton’s cascading waterfall of a gut that needs as much space as it can get. Which it does. Keaton’s thighs are spread as far apart as they can, the two large, overstuffed limbs splayed out on the couch and looking even larger from pressing down on the furniture. His swollen calves and ankles look much smaller compared to the rest of his enormity. His hands are the same; the two bloated mitts for hands are slightly sunken from the tire of fat that rolls onto them from his wrists. Keaton’s large ass presses against the backrest. The two large chair crushing ass cheeks even practically envelop his poor stubby little tail, the additional limb marking him as a wolfskin completely irrelevant when compared to the rest of his enormous size.

With so much fat stacked onto his body that the wolfskin is soon starting to lose much shape along with his mobility. Something that Keaon only retains a passing resemblance of from Xander’s assistance, his loving encouraging husband always by his side to help him before he could even ask for it.

“Are you comfortable now?” Xander asks as he pulls away the towel from his now dry husband and pinches his porcine cheeks. 

Keaton responds with only a wheeze. Attempting to move on his own, his arms are strained as he struggles to do the bare minimum of adjusting his spot with his massive gut and thighs squishing his fupa. But Keaton is unable to muster up the strength and energy to do something as simple as that. The obese wolfskin quickly gives up, a jumble of groans and wheezes coming out of his mouth.

“You’ve truly gotten so fat, dear,” Xander leans into Keaton. Pressing his face to him, he kisses him. “You’ve positively let yourself go,”

Keaton whimpers under Xander’s gaze. His tail that somehow manages to wag despite being buried under his own lard tells another story. “N-no I haven’t. It’s just… There’s-”

“There’s what, Keaton? You’ve only been able to move this past week because I helped you. Surely you can recognize that. Though with how wilfully ignorant you’ve been,,,” Xander trails off pressing a finger against Keaton’s enormous breast and sinks into it.

“Well, you’ve just been fattening me up! I-I didn’t want to say no to you,” Keaton looks away. His face is completely red, a pout accompanying his blush. Finally forced to come to terms with his size, he still does his best to blame it on anything besides himself.

“Then I’ll stop feeding you so much,”

Keaton, wide eyed, turns his head, face jiggling. 

“If you don’t like eating so much. And being so massive,” Xander reaches to both sides of Keaton. He lifts up both of his arms, the two enormous barrels for biceps squishing his face with each arm larger than his head from all the fat caked onto him. “Then I’ll help you lose weight. Unless you enjoy being so nice and fat and want to get even bigger, Keaton,”

Hearing his name called brings the wolfskin back to reality. As if able to finally correlate his name with his immobile size, he takes a glance down at his body. Nothing but lard takes up his vision, the two enormous tits that are his chest the first thing he sees followed by his ponderous gut taking up most of the rest of his vision alongside some of his massive thighs that aren’t covered by his gut. “Feed me,” Grinning to himself, Keaton takes pleasure at the sight. No more mental barrier into coming to terms with his size, the wolfskin craves nothing more than glutting out and growing fatter after already having worked so hard for it and denying it.

Xander returns the smile. He kisses his husband, one hand buried underneath Keaton’s multiple chins as he caresses him. “Gladly. I’ll make sure you never go full,”

And Xander does exactly as he promises. He feeds the obese Keaton with all the prepared food and then some, hoping to truly see him immobile and unable to move with his help by the end of the day and then even more the next, the two men content.

[corruptedcaps]

The Mean Manual

“64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69…. Done!” Charlotte groaned as she finished her 10th straight day of her bust exercises. She stretched out her remarkably flexible body and looked lovingly at her big tits. She almost couldn’t believe that two weeks ago she had the body of a flabby no chested geek but that was before she found, the book.

Back then she was know as Charlie, a girl so anonymous you could ask her classmates what she was like and they would reply with, “Who?”

Charlie wasn’t noticeable enough to be bullied, didn’t stand out enough to be noticed, a quiet solitude she had grown to accept. She would spend her free time in the school library, reading her fantasy and sci-fi books away from the crowds.

However that changed when she found, hidden behind several books in the reference section, the ‘Mean Manual’. Its cover was a bright pink that almost glowed amongst the drab covers it surrounded that made it hard for Charlie to ignore.

Pulling it out she blew away the dust that had accumulated over years maybe even decades of neglect. Charlie opened the tome and curiously flipped through its pages. It seemed to be some sort of guide to becoming the ‘Queen of Mean’.

Charlie chuckled to herself as she skimmed its pages, realizing it had to be some sort of parody book. How could it not be with chapters like ‘Spreading lies to get your way’ and ‘The 10 ways to steal a man’. It was laughable to her that anyone would take the instructions as gospel.

Amused by it, she decided to take it home and read some more. It was there that she came across the chapter on ‘beauty exercises’. There was sections on toning your stomach, getting the perfect tan, how to make your body more supple, but what weirdly interested Charlie was the section on breast growth.

As the other girls in school had all hit puberty and grew reasonable and sometimes outrageously sized tits, Charlie had lagged behind, growing no more than an ‘A’ cup. It wasn’t something Charlie ever cared about, most people didn’t notice her anyway, and yet she found herself reading the instructions on how to increase her boob size intently.

“I’ll give it a try, just as a joke of course.” She said to herself with a half hearted laugh as she readied her body. The excercise involved getting on her knees and pushing out her chest 69 times, which seemed intuitive enough if a little juvenile but what was odd was she had to moan each time she did it. She felt a little silly as she began.

However with thrust of her chest her moans got a little louder, a little more genuine. It felt good sticking out her chest again and again, it felt as though her whole body was getting a workout. She couldn’t help imagine how good it would be to have the perfect tight body with perfect round tits, she found herself getting wet with each shove of her chest. She went into a near trance as she went on and before she knew it she hit 69 thrusts.

She panted in pleasurable exhaustion as she shakily got back to her feet, feeling warm and wet between her legs. She stumbled over to the mirror and gasped loudly at the sight. Her meagre breasts were gone, replaced with impressively big tits.

“No freaking way!” She said as she turned each way to make sure it wasn’t some mirror illusion but there was no denying it, her boobs were bigger.

She eyed the book out of the corner of her eye, maybe it wasn’t a joke after all, she thought. She looked at her reflection and couldn’t help wonder what she would look like with the long nails, the silky hair, the smooth skin and everything else it purported to be able to give her. She had to know.

An hour and several exercises later, Charlie was looking at a practically different woman in the mirror. Her body wouldn’t have looked out of place on a runaway, there wasn’t an ounce of imperfection anywhere now. She could bend and flex in ways that would make the Hailey the head cheerleader jealous.

A smile started to cross her lips as the idea of making a bitch like Hailey green with envy suddenly made her horny. He mind went to wicked places as she thought about doing more than making her jealous.

She imagined strutting in to school the next day, in a tight shirt outfit, all eyes on her but she would be focused on only one set of eyes. Chad, Hailey’s boyfriend, was a big block headed idiot but did anything Hailey asked. If she could seduce him, she’d have the school in the palm of her hand.

“When I seduce him.” She corrected herself with a smirk, after all no one would be able to resist her looking the way she did now. She’d take Hailey’s friends, her cheerleading position, her power. It would be so easy and fun.

She started to move her fingers down her body towards her increasingly wet pussy when she stopped herself. Something didn’t feel right, why was she thinking such cruel and nasty things?

As if to answer her, a sudden gust of wind started to flicker the pages of the book back to the opening, where ‘Queen of Mean’ was emblazoned in large letters. Charlie drank in the word ‘Queen’ again and again. It seemed to almost put her in a trance as she put her hand into her panties.

As soon as her hand made contact with her soaking wet pussy a sinister grin came across her face.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!!! More, more! I want to be a fucking bitch called Charlotte not some loser nobody called Charlie. Make me a toxic slut, make me a wicked whore, make me the Queen of Mean!” She moaned loudly as she pumped her pussy again and again, her nerdy persona getting weaker each time she did.

The book began to glow bright pink as she continued and Charlotte had an innate knowledge of what it was doing.

“Yesss take my pathetic soul, make me evil and bitchy, I’ll be hot, corrupt and unstoppable!” She moaned thrusting her chest out as if it was being pulled up. She watched in malicious joy as her soul was ripped from her body and sucked into the book. She felt free of morals and doubts as she began to cum harder and longer than ever before.

As the book slammed shut, a surge of dark energy enveloped her newfound form. Her eyes glowed for a moment a deep crimson before settling back into a cold icy blue. A wicked smile curled on her lips as the transformation completed. She reveled in the intoxicating power coursing through her veins, ready to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting world.

“Bye bye Charlie you fucking dork nobody. No one will miss you and even remember you when I walk into school tomorrow. It’s going to feel so hawt and nasty taking everything Hailey has, in fact why wait until tomorrow.” She said to herself as she picked up her phone and snapped a sexy selfie of herself.

With an evil grin she started to text Chad: “Hey! I got your number from the school secretary. I’m, like, the new girl in school and she said you would be able to show me around and stuff? It would be totes amazing if we could do something tonight? I’m so alone xxx.” She wrote sending it along with her picture.

She smirked to herself as he quickly replied and made plans to meet up asap. Within the hour she was sucking his dick in the back of his sports car and cementing her hold on him. As soon as she had swallowed his load she dropped her cutesy bimbo act and became more demanding of him. He of course would do anything she asked now.

Now ten days later and Charlotte was the most feared and popular girl in school. Everyone knew her name now and there was no way she would ever fade into the background with her commanding presence and bitchy hot body.

She didn’t know if she needed to continue doing her stretches and exercises to maintain her evil sexiness but she did them all the same, enjoying the wave of pleasure each would give her. The book seemed to glow happily each time she did as well but she could sense it was growing hungry for more. It had opened one day on a page marked “Beta Bitches”, giving Charlotte the guidance and knowledge with what to do next.

“Hello girls, welcome to tryouts to be my new friends.” She announced to a group of nerdy girls who had all been lured to Charlotte’s house under the pre-tense that Charlotte would stop bullying them if they did. And for some of them that would soon be true. “You are all pathetic losers right now, adrift, invisible. But after today some of you will be getting a new wonderful purpose; worshipping me. Now do as I do and try and keep up.” Charlotte said to a sea of bewildered faces as she began doing her stretches and one by one they each followed suit.

Charlotte’s book began to glow…