Rita wasn’t exactly the skinniest slut in the world but that didn’t much bother her. For one thing, those stick thin bitches all looked fragile enough to snap. For another, despite her size, she still had more than sex than every member of a scheming clique combined, a truth which had earned her the ire of every slut for miles around. Yet even consumed by loathing, they respected Rita for her raw appeal and bowed to her will like sheep in the presence of a lion.
Lying back with the local gym instructor’s cock buried in her insides she laughed between her moans, toying with her cunt as he used the folds of her pale pink cardigan to haul himself in harder.
She couldn’t help the naughty giggles; it was just too funny. The bitch she had stolen him from had practically begged her to take him. The skinny skank hadn’t had a choice in the matter, of course, since what Rita wanted she always got, but as soon as Rita had moved in to claim him as her own the dumb blonde had been so afraid of her wrath she had pretty much pushed him into her arms. The only thing she hadn’t done is put a gift bow on Rita’s new toy.
Even funnier was the fact she had given him up to a woman practically three times her size without even knowing. If the blonde had seen Rita’s real size she would have subjected her to the same barrage of abuse she and the skanks like her delighted in laying on the overweight women they saw as inferior.
But she couldn’t. Nobody could. Instead they saw a goddess among women. The spell made sure of that.
It wasn’t all that long ago she had been just like every other slut: skinny, vicious, plastic. But with so many competing whores in the neighbourhood none of them had been able to hold a spot at the top of the power struggle for long. Rita herself had only achieved the role for two days before a new competitor had knocked her from her podium. The role of alpha slut changed hands more times in a week than there were sunsets, and after several years of putting all her effort in just for the reward of getting laid once, maybe twice a week, Rita had decided to take matters into her own hands.
The spell she had chosen was simple: outwardly she would appear more beautiful than any of her competitors, while her true form would be concealed. It was just the edge she needed to stay on top. The reflection she saw in the mirror was the woman everybody else could see and she truly was divine. She enjoyed admiring her nubile figure, revelling in the knowledge that once she entered a room every other woman paled in comparison. Thanks to the radical outer transformation she had held her crown for months and sluts for miles around sucked up to her in the hope of being accepted into her court.
Even the instructor slamming her thick cunt thought he was fucking the fallen angel everybody assumed she must be, for how could a mortal woman be so mesmerizingly attractive?
Of course, the spell had not come without a price, and the concealment of Rita’s true form had proved deeply useful as a result. All she had to do in order to keep the spell working was provide it a small sacrifice once per month. Just a little thing, a trifle really: one human soul. Specifically, the soul of one of her lovers, one enamoured by the outward beauty the spell provided her. It only took a muttered incantation and whoever she was fucking at the time would be absorbed into her body to fuel the spell for another month and the memory of the unfortunate victim erased from all those who had known them.
Consuming souls, as it turned out, was hardly a low-calorie diet. The pounds had quickly piled on, swelling her to a size she would have previously considered abhorrent, but such concerns no longer bothered her. Lesser sluts would have vomited at the concept of giving up their figure in such a way, but she was much more than they could ever be. After all, nobody could actually see her, they only saw the illusion she showed to the world, and beyond that she found it hilarious that all her beta bitches were bowing to a woman they would have retched at the very sight of. They were like rats scurrying around her, meek and dirty.
Besides, the physical transformation wrought by her continued use of the spell had taught her an invaluable lesson: the body did not make the slut, it was the mind.
The spell had not made her irresistible, nor had it promised power or the loyalty of her inferiors. No, she had claimed her rightful throne purely through her own scheming, devious intent, forcing her clique into submission against their will and now reaping the rewards. All the spell had done was provide her beauty, she had done the rest herself. She had access to any man she desired whether they were already attached to a slut or not and no matter how large she became she would gladly feed the spell to keep her crown.
The time for this month’s sacrifice was approaching, but she would not take the instructor. Oh no, it would be far more satisfying to have him follow her like a lost sheep in full view of his ex. That would keep her in her place. Besides, he had such a magnificent cock it would be a crime to remove him from the picture.
Just then he tore off her remaining clothes and slammed into her harder, his cock bucking inside her. He was close, she could feel it, and with a gruff groan he proved exactly why he deserved her attention by unloading deep in her slutty hole…
Thanks for reading!
This is one of those little stories I loved reading again once it hit the top of my backlog. I love experimenting with widely accepted concepts and adding my own spin to them, and I really enjoyed focusing more on the mindset of a slut than the body of a slut when it came to Rita. Better still, it was a nice change for me to write about a different size of model for this piece.
Speaking of which, the model included here is Anna Beck. Unfortunately she doesn’t have much in the way of a PornHub profile, so I haven’t linked it. I find that though there is a niche for plus size models, there tends to be a certain point where interest in their work drops drastically, so I am happy to be able to showcase Beck’s work here.
Also, I would like to apologise for not releasing a piece last Thursday. I’ve started scheduling my releases for the month at the beginning of the month and it just so happened I was away for the start of October and didn’t realise I hadn’t scheduled one until I was away.
I’m currently in the process of writing up a few Halloween pieces since I have landed on a few exciting ideas, though I don’t quite know yet how many I’ll get done so just know you have some spookiness to look forward to.
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