Angie Transformed
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
learngerman
"I'd rather be a thief than a fat little rat!" Paula shot back. Not the most creative comeback, but anything that pointed out the aging hippie's extra baggage was sure to piss her off.
But something was wrong. Angie wasn't angry. In fact, she didn't look upset in the slightest. Her face had gone blank, devoid of any expression. She just stared on, as if her mind was caught in some sort of trance. Confused by her rival's odd reaction, Paula bent forward and gave Angie a prodding poke on the forehead. Paula nearly passed out herself as Angie began to dissolve, her body disappearing before her eyes.
"Kyaaa!" she screamed, "D-did she die?"
"Hmm, this actually reminds me of when I first transformed. I got all weird like that," James explained. "Wait, Mom, check her clothes. Quick!"
Not questioning his instructions, Paula immediately bent down and dug in to the pile of plus sized attire. Rifling through, Paula discovered something in the large cups of Angie's E sized bra. It was a furry little rat, plump as a ripe tomato. She wasted little time in swiping it up, holding the creature by its tail.
Unlike most women, Paula was accustomed to dealing with these annoying rodents. A notoriously messy person, the countless pieces of food and such she left laying around the house attracted these things like flies to trash.
"What a fat little rat..." Paula said, squeezing its chubby little belly. The creature squealed in response.
"Mom, don't you understand? That's Angie!" James explained. "You must have activated my condition on her, somehow."
"Wow, really?" She said, examining Angie's new body. "Well then, just what are we going to do with you now Angie?"
Angie struggled in vain, her tiny movements unable to break Paula's grip on her tail. Paula smiled, realizing that this was the perfect chance for revenge. She had two methods of dealing with the little rat in her hands. The first was to lock her up in James's old hamster cage. A little jail time might clear her foul attitude.
On the other-hand, Paula couldn't help but consider a second option: swallowing her whole. As barbaric as it sounded, the neglectful mother had developed her own method of dealing with the pests that snuck into her house. It started as a drunken dare from her best friend Mary but after she felt how good it was to have a living creature scurry around in her belly, she was hooked.
In the end, though, she went with...
But something was wrong. Angie wasn't angry. In fact, she didn't look upset in the slightest. Her face had gone blank, devoid of any expression. She just stared on, as if her mind was caught in some sort of trance. Confused by her rival's odd reaction, Paula bent forward and gave Angie a prodding poke on the forehead. Paula nearly passed out herself as Angie began to dissolve, her body disappearing before her eyes.
"Kyaaa!" she screamed, "D-did she die?"
"Hmm, this actually reminds me of when I first transformed. I got all weird like that," James explained. "Wait, Mom, check her clothes. Quick!"
Not questioning his instructions, Paula immediately bent down and dug in to the pile of plus sized attire. Rifling through, Paula discovered something in the large cups of Angie's E sized bra. It was a furry little rat, plump as a ripe tomato. She wasted little time in swiping it up, holding the creature by its tail.
Unlike most women, Paula was accustomed to dealing with these annoying rodents. A notoriously messy person, the countless pieces of food and such she left laying around the house attracted these things like flies to trash.
"What a fat little rat..." Paula said, squeezing its chubby little belly. The creature squealed in response.
"Mom, don't you understand? That's Angie!" James explained. "You must have activated my condition on her, somehow."
"Wow, really?" She said, examining Angie's new body. "Well then, just what are we going to do with you now Angie?"
Angie struggled in vain, her tiny movements unable to break Paula's grip on her tail. Paula smiled, realizing that this was the perfect chance for revenge. She had two methods of dealing with the little rat in her hands. The first was to lock her up in James's old hamster cage. A little jail time might clear her foul attitude.
On the other-hand, Paula couldn't help but consider a second option: swallowing her whole. As barbaric as it sounded, the neglectful mother had developed her own method of dealing with the pests that snuck into her house. It started as a drunken dare from her best friend Mary but after she felt how good it was to have a living creature scurry around in her belly, she was hooked.
In the end, though, she went with...
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