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anaskunk · 11 months ago
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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
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fagpulp · 1 year ago
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this is for Zacharie OFF but apply it to whomever you please
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braintamer · 27 days ago
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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. 🐽
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smokin-salmon · 1 month ago
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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!
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puripurin · 6 months ago
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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.
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— "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.
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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.
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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...
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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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misseviehyde · 6 days ago
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PHONE CLONE
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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.
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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.
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corruptedcaps · 11 months ago
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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mr2swap · 1 year ago
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You're going to pay
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-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.
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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.
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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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asiancuckcake · 2 months ago
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My wife Hannah was a strong-willed, independent & domineering white woman. For most of our relationship, I kept quiet and made sure she was happy, it wasn’t worth the hassle and I got to live my own life peacefully. Over the last few months her behaviour became more obnoxious as she started to criticise and emasculate me in front of our friends. She would openly say I was Asexual because i didnt want to have sex with her. all the while telling them she was married to a boring old man. I laughed it off in public, but it was clearly a difficult and unpleasant situation. Still, I plodded on regardless and kept my counsel while she told me of all the young studs at her office, how they looked at her, spoke to her…..even flirted with her. I doubted it as she was...basic, reaĺly. I would come to find out most all white 'wo-men' are. I shrugged it off and said that I would be going out tonight, perhaps if she wanted to invite one of her young lads over, then she could. That seemed to enrage her and I smirked with self satisfaction as I headed out. A few days passed and her behaviour got worse, when we went out, she openly referred to me as Asexual....because i didnt want to have sex with her. Then kept asking if I knew what it meant…….I still kept calm andgood-natured, and I started spending my evenings out. My wife confronted me and demanded to know what I was doing, when I told her I was having an affair with a younger woman, she looked at me and burst into hysterical laughter. Several minutes of guffawing then she sneered at me. She was insecure around Asian Women, and actually told me - "Go ahead...get yourself an Asian Girl! See if she treats you better." I wasn’t worth anything to her, and in her covert narcissistic way, she felt there was nothing I could do about it. She wanted to play the victim. My younger girlfriend, who just HAPPENED  to be Asian, said "let your wife play the victim. I can help with that!"  My wife thought there was nothing I could do and indeed, I didn't. BUT my gf said there was something  she WOULD do...I just didn't know what. The weekend was quiet, serene and love was in the air. You see, I wasn’t lying. Gorgeous young Akiko was intelligent, kind and truth be told, had a wild side. As I was preparing dinner, she asked me to come up to the attic and see what she had done for me. The scene was perfect…..my bitch of a wife, naked, bound and severely gagged. The loose rope tied around her neck, held to the beams in her room. Her green eyes, red from the tears and the stinging lashes that Akiko had delivered. Her flabby tits clamped with cruel clothes pegs. The electrical tape was wound tightly over her head and under the chin, as well as over her mouth. A layer of microfoam tape held her sodden panties in her harsh mouth. Akiko made it clear she baited my wife to come to her place with some texts using both my phone and her own. All she said she had to do was leave the front door open a crack and the "stupid fugly white bitch" couldnt resist "catching" me in the act she said. Akiko said, "She came to see something  she thought woulf happen. I dont think we should disappoint her. She's a closet cuck after all anyhow. She confessed." Akiko asked if I like what I saw, as she stroked my cock through my trousers. My wife whined, seeing how objectively gorgeous Akiko was, and by comparison,  she made my wife look like a trans-man. As I got hard and I told her, "I took your advice". When Akiko unzipped my trousers and knelt down to mount me, my wife started to sob. Akiko spoke before I could actually & told her sternly her not to cry, she was still my wife - for the moment - but things would be different. Especially as Akiko later presented her with the new bridle gag & collar. In time, my white wife would be released to carry out the chores - in BOTH homes……household harmony was vital after all. 
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fishrights69 · 2 years ago
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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🙏
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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💇‍♀️
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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 👺
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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🍑
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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☀️
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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
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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)
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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
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viscerallystarved · 1 year ago
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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.
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overwhelmed-overweight · 6 months ago
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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.
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ribsr · 3 months ago
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I hate when a fat bitch tries to tell me I'm fat, literally look at yourself and your flabby arms in the mirror before you come for me miss 150 pounds 🙄
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bielobog-kun · 5 months ago
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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
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substantial-gains · 3 months ago
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Zhu Yuan's NEPS ads are on the TV, which means Nicole will be gushing over her flabby love for a solid 20 minutes.
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"Oh, ooh, it's about to be in frame...! THERE, just look at that ass! Zhu Zhu can basically crush a car with it, but he's so gentle and loving while using his thug shaker on me! Sitting on my tummy and force feeding me such greasy, heart-stopping slop....he's such a sweetheart!!~~"
She's practically swooning and falling in love with him all over and over again each and every time the commercial plays~
If Nicole could, she'd be discreetly touching herself through her jorts, but the pinkette has already accepted that her gut is going to slap like hell against her thighs regardless of stealthful intent, and is just hoping Anby won't notice at this point...
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Anby, on the other hand, is praying for a wash tub to hit the top of this white bitch's head like in Tom and Jerry so she will finally stop yappin' and shaking her around like a lunatic-
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misseviehyde · 1 month ago
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BOTTLE IT
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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?
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"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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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