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Liam was very annoyed, and angry at Lily. How dare that slut reject him? Who did she think she was? He was used to having any woman he wanted!

Liam was 19 years old, and a dropout at university. He wasn't a movie star or anything, but still surprisingly handsome, with short brown hair, and dark brown eyes. He was fairly short, around 5 feet, 4 inches tall, with a slim, but toned and slightly muscular body, weighing around 120 pounds.

But he was also quite happy too now. Ever since he mysteriously opened his door to a mysterious knock the other day, only to find this wand, and a list of instructions. He was skeptical at first, but after testing it, he believed it worked now. Time for some revenge!

Liam knocked on the door of Lily's rather nice, large house eagerly. "Lily? Lily?" He called out. "It's me, Liam! C'mon, let me in, we need to talk!"

And with that, he enacted his first spell. Ensuring that, whatever Lily's feelings, she would feel compelled to let him in regardless.

Lily heard the knocking come from downstairs, scoffing as she continued to do her makeup. Who in the hell did Liam think he was? She'd already turned him down, in no unsure terms. He was beneath her, in intellect, wealth, and class... In everything! ... So she thought. The raven-haired beauty would stand, stamping a bare foot and silently praying that the silent treatment would drive him away.

She wasn't the type to look for men who had looks, or had smarts in particular... She wanted wealth. She came from a rich household, and wealth was all the spoiled girl had known from day one. A particularly 'attractive'-looking, at least in her terms, banker had recently caught her eye, and she was on her way to meet him within the hour.

The first change to a person was always the hardest, briefly dizzying Lily and sending her to blindly grab for support on her vanity before rising once more, holding her head in surprise. "H-how... Odd." she would note, shaking her head and slipping on a pair of high heels, only about two inches tall.

Clicking all the way down to her front door, she began to resolve that it would be ineffectual simply to ignore Liam, and having him in so that she can set him straight would be much more of a lasting impression. Pushing the door open, she would reveal herself to be clad in a tasteful, sky blue evening dress with a small amount of makeup covering her face. "Hello, Liam." she would say, venom dripping from her words. "Come in."

Leading them over to her living room, she would sit him down on a rounded leather couch, opposite another where she could take her place, crossing one leg over the other and doing much the same with her arms. A stoic look on her face, she would inquire "So what do you want, Liam? I thought I'd made myself clear, earlier."

Liam allowed himself a few moments to take in Lily's appearance. She wasn't merely a beautiful girl, but stunning, and dressed in a very classy style. Was she going out tonight or something? Ah well, she'd have to cut her plans short, one way or the other, here...

Then Liam made to follow her inside. Her house looked even nicer on the inside than it did on the outside! The living room alone was about the size of his downstairs!

He listened to her question, and frowned. He wasn't amused at her tone at all. He sighed. "Fine, didn't want it to be this way..."

With that, Liam drew the wand from his back pocket, pointing it at Lily. "You didn't make yourself clear at all, dear! Here's me making myself clear. Reconsider your answer! Or else!"

Lily would gasp, inching back against the couch, believing the wand to be a knife for but a moment. Taking time to look the thing over, her stunned demeanor would drop in favor of... Laughter. Soft, cultured laughter that built into an airy chortle before dying off and leaving her red-faced, wiping a small tear from her eye without displacing her eyeliner.

"Or else?" she asks, breathlessly chuckling afterward. "Or else what? You're going to poke me to death? You're going to cast a spell or something?" Lily would rise, wishing to toss him out right then and there... But no, that wouldn't do. She had to keep going. "Oh, grow up. Did I scar you that badly? That you think a spell, that doesn't even exist, would change my decision?" She sits back down, scowling. "Pitiful."

"I'll have you know that I have a date coming up. I've moved on from what little infatuation you'd thought I could have for you, and I recommend you forget about me, too." She glares at the wand, still held pointed at her. "And put that toy away!"

Liam felt a little amused by Lily's ignorance of his power, and the power of the wand. But that was overshadowed by the rage he felt by seeing her laughing at him, still thinking she was so much better than him! And what, she had a date tonight too?

Time to demonstrate his new power and control! Liam continued to point the wand at Lily. "You stupid bitch! I could have given you everything! Even more than you had! You've got a date tonight? Shame, you should have taken better care of yourself! You're looking a bit heavy at the moment!"

With that, Lily began to promptly and immediately pile on weight. Her backside and thighs received the brunt of it, swelling out, and rapidly becoming chubby and a little pear-shaped. This strained her dress quite a bit. Even her breasts grew slightly, her belly pushed out quite a bit, and even her face softened somewhat. She was far from fat, yet, but now at least 160 pounds, so definitely chubby.

A brief flash from the wand stunned her, making her stumble backward and hit the couch with her plush, fat cheeks. Lily felt the dress strain and the weight pile on, her cheeks plumping and her sense of balance thrown off for but a moment. "H-how...?" she would mutter, watching her waif-like form begin to expand and grow heavy and chubby... It was atrocious to her. All her life she'd dieted and maintained supermodel-like beauty, and now, with a flick of the wand... It was all undone.

"G-gaaah!" she cried,her hands moving away from her stomach in disgust as she rose again, her body and balance adapting to her new weight... And soon, her mind. The mental adaption would take a moment after the changes conclude, giving her only the idea that she'd been changed... But no idea how. To her, she'd always been a little on the heavy side, but she carried it well. Like an older era's dream women.

Clearing her head, she scowls back at Liam and stamps a heel-clad foot. "Y-you... Freak! Y-you changed something, d-didn't you?" Lily would take a moment to try and deduce the effects... But she could find nothing different. "H-how in the hell...?" she would mutter, under her breath. "... And I'm not heavy, you dolt! I'm just not one of those bulimic stick-figures prancing about on stage, like they're the pinnacle of beauty! Freaks, they are." Lily asserts with a wave of her hand. "And my suitor won't have a problem with my body, he won't."

Liam couldn't help but laugh a little. It was working already! The slim, supermodel-like Lily Sinclair, now significantly chubby, even vaguely fat! The old her would have been APPALLED! But Liam was loving this! "Changed you? Whatever do you mean...?" he sighed with false innocence, knowing it would do nothing to dissuade her suspicions.

With that, Liam picked up a swiftly conjured pizza from the side table, and handed it to Lily. An extra large one, with fries on the side, and garlic bread. "Don't you remember ordering this before I came? Why would you order something to eat if you were going out?" he asked, smiling. He began to work his magic upon her once more.

Firstly, Lily's appetite and hunger began to increase, particularly for fatty foods. It would be harder for her to fill her larger, fatter belly now. Let's see her lose the weight she'd already gained now!

Next, were two changes at once. Firstly, Lily's face, already rather pale, but overall stunningly beautiful, took a hit. Her skin paled, suggesting a lack of going out in sunlight, though not vampire-white or anything. It also took on a greasy, oily sheen, as if she didn't wash it much. This in turn caused spots and acne to sprout up around her face, particularly on her cheeks, chin, neck, nose and forehead, a bit on her neck, even a few on her shoulders and back.

But simultaneously, her normally stunning black hair began to lay very scruffy and messy around her head. It got worse, as it even tangled quite nastily now, and took on a very greasy, dirty sheen. It looked messy and unwashed, and generally gross. Combined with her fatter, chubby, bottom-heavy form, Lily looked definitely more slobby now. Still quite pretty, even beautiful, but like a slob. And she was facing a mirror too, to get the full view of this, as she held her food.

Lily was utterly floored watching her skin lighten into an anemic pallor, the immaculate wanness broken only by spots of irritated acne... She wanted her color back immediately, seemingly prompting more pimples to pop up in order to grant her wish. Her hands flew immediately to her hair, trying to tug out the disgusting knots in her previously pampered raven locks, only to feel her well-manicured hands grow covered in her own natural, oily grease.

"A-... Ugh!" the woman would exclaim, utterly disgusted. "I-I look like a f-... A-a recluse!" Having grown up under, though fairly lenient, strict nannies; Lily had to hold herself back from cursing. Her realization, of course, stayed true to her immediate intention.

She would rush to the mirror, watching her days of careful washing and tending her hair and dieting for her healthy, milky skin be replaced with a general lack of care; years of pampering raising not a woman always aiming to impress, rather one so sure of her beauty that she was safe to let it go. "Foul." she would say with disdain, fighting the foreign thoughts before all other truths or memories dissipated within the creeping fog in her head, the wand's creation.

Finally, she would primp her greasy, frizzy hair and turn back to Liam, huffing and trying to settle herself down. "No need to get riled up over nothing, Lily." she would assure herself. "Don't you play coy with me!" She points a slightly thicker finger at Liam, accusatorily. "I don't believe in one bit of this magic garbage, but I know you've done something." Looking down to the pizza, she feels another brief sense of confusion... She... Didn't she have somewhere to go soon? No, no. Even with her appetite for junk like this, she couldn't finish a whole pizza and tidy herself up quick enough to go anywhere fast.

Miles away, a fat, bemoustached banker would rise from his seat, confused, and exit a fairly fancy restaurant and make for his limo.

Glaring at Liam, still suspicious, Lily would retake her seat on the couch and open the pizza box... Her stomach would roar in hunger and her expression would lighten, smelling the scent of almost every topping atop it. Not enough to stop shooting daggers to Liam, however. A blush spreading across her freckled, acne-spattered face, she would mutter "Just let me get a plate...", her gaze longingly tracing over the grease-laden pizza.

Liam smiled and shook his head, gazing over the slobbier, far less classy, chubby form Lily now possessed. "I don't know what you're talking about, Lily!" he smiled. "What do you think I've "changed" about you?"

As Lily went to get a plate for her pizza however, Liam calmly flicked the wand at her behind her back. "There's no need to get a plate, Lily..." he said, almost obviously explaining it to her. "It's never bothered you before, has it? I mean, you normally just eat with your hands, don't you?" he giggled slightly. This would cause another war of memories within her mind. And, like with many true wars, someone would seek to take advantage of this, in order to swing things in their favour, while the opposing forces were distracted. In this case, Liam. And getting in more changes while Lily was distracted with this brief mental one.

Firstly was another physical change. Lily's face, slightly thicker and chubbier as it was, pale, greasy-skinned and marred with pimples and acne, was actually surprisingly still quite pretty. A monument to the original beauty of this girl, to have suffered such a setback, and still be at all attractive. Time to deliver another such... setback though! This time, more in the centre of Lily's face.

Her nose, in fact. It had previously been perfect, now mostly perfect with some pimples on it. No longer. Now it widened, inching towards the sides of her face. Her nostrils followed suit, flaring dramatically, as her nose began to upturn, increasing how noticeable her huge nostrils and nose were now. It resembled a pig's snout, and would incur a similar effect. A loud snorting sound, regular with her breathing, especially with her increased air intake, but even quite often during speech too.

Next, Lily's loins were targeted. Her libido itself, normally quite frigid and tightly regulated and control, was cranked up significantly. Along with it, came new memories. While still very vain and full of herself, it couldn't stop her lust taking control, and she slept around quite a bit now. Even becoming something of a slut. She even felt quite horny now, and would almost always now... to a limited degree.

But not just generally. Liam had been sure to add a clause to that. A crush, a secret attraction. To... none other than... Liam himself! She'd now lust for him, not massively or uncontrollably or anything, but significantly. Finding him very handsome, smart, witty, funny, nice... And instilling occasional fantasies of hers, of seducing him.

Liam smiled at Lily. "Well, if you're not doing anything tonight, want me to stay? Or I'll leave if you like?" he suggested, stepping towards the door.

"I... Don't know what you're changing." she admitted, looking to the pizza with confusion. She... Her nanny always taught her to use proper utensils and plates, hadn't she...? As her other changes began to creep in, she couldn't think of a time when she had eaten with a plate. Maybe her nanny had tried, but she never really took it to heart.

Prying a slice with her bare hands, already coating them with the orange-tinted grease and gooey cheese, she could help but smile and take a bite, thrumming contently. After swallowing, she pouts back at Liam, a small dab of the grease on her red lips, still tastefully made up. "B-but I know it's something! Maybe you made me forget or something or a-... A-a-achoo!" Lily would sneeze from the growing disruption in her nose, rapidly swinging her arm to cover her face and letting the front end of the pizza sag downward.

By the time she pried her arm away, her snout-like nose would have finished its changes. "Snnnrrrrk... Guh... E-excuse me." Memories of going to private school and being the damn-near queen of the student body were slowly fading away, replaced with the memories of being labeled 'Piggy' and, as her sex began to wet and tingle, 'Slut'. Lily was still an excellent student, so who cares what anyone else thought of her? Plus, she was still rich, so she didn't necessarily need looks to get a man.

Her disdain for Liam would begin to defrost, like a snowball left out in just-above-freezing weather. It was still there, and would take a small bit more to completely destroy it... But it was growing weaker by the second. "Stay?" she asks, having already finished her first slice and moving on to wolf down another to sate the growling in her plush tummy. "Sure."

Memories of having shot him down were still in place, unchangeable it seems, but the hate and the pedestal she'd but herself on to be above him wasn't there anymore. It... She thought he was cute in a way. And funny, witty... He didn't have much money, which was all her parents cared about in a man for her... But she had enough to take care of the two of them. "I don't mind you staying, Liam." she says, a smile growing on her grease-laden, lickstick-covered lips. "I'm not going anywhere."

Liam smiled back at Lily, a smile, he knew, would now be a dazzling one to her, with her new crush on him. "Sure, of course I'll stay, only if you really want me to stay..." he purred a little. Though Lily was truly getting uglier and uglier, he still wanted to flirt with her a bit... play with her.

Liam slowly stepped forward, moving a bit close to Lily. The wand was carefully hidden in his pocket, but still ready to be used more. And so it was...

"I'm glad you let me stay, Miss Sinclair..." Liam smiled, noting her confusion at how he addressed her. He'd get to that. "I mean, I didn't want you thinking I was too young to stay..."

Of course he didn't make himself younger. Instead... Lily was aging! 13 years, to be exact! Bringing her from 20 years old... to 33! She grew a couple of inches, but that was the least of it. It had been a bad 13 years, obviously, as she gained 50 pounds from it too, now at 210 pounds. So she was no longer chubby, now clearly fat, even overweight. Her breasts received a generous amount from it, and actually were surprisingly firm for her age and weight. So was her big fat ass, to some degree. But her dress was now painfully tight, pinching around her thunder thighs and bloated belly. Her fat upper arms and shoulders just about escaped it. Lily's face clearly matured far more, far softer and thicker now, with a clear double chin, and faint lines could be seen, even the beginnings of crow's feet in the corner of her eyes.

Liam wondered how her memories would alter now. But that wasn't all. She'd really have a thing for younger guys now. As a slut, she'd virtually take anyone now, but younger guys, especially in their late teens, like Liam...

He smiled at her, still moving closer. "You don't mind me being this close, do you, Miss Sinclair?" He continued to politely address the older woman.

Lily would smile back at him, her teeth gleaming white as they always had been. It was still worth it to take care of them, if not the rest of herself. The crush on him was true... She didn't know why she'd shut him down before. Anxiety? Surely it wasn't disinterest. She'd had a lot of men in her high school career, but just the thought of him drove her pussy crazy... Something her subconscious had begun to figure out, only reinforcing her delight at his presence.

"Miss Sinclair?" she would muse, watching him step closer and closer, fighting the urge to hug him right then and there... Ugh, she felt like a schoolgirl falling for her first boy, again. "Please, Liam, I'm only..." Lily took a moment to reconsider her words as her body shifted, expanding and tearing a seam or two across her increasingly ill-fitting dress. She was... Twenty? No, no. Twenty five. Ugh, why lie? She was only thirty... No, she couldn't get away with that. It was a long gap between thirty and thirty-three... At least for her.

Her thoughts and memories were thrown back in time, from her birth thirteen years earlier to her school life, thirteen years earlier. College was now included, as was spying Liam from afar... But she hadn't turned him down, rather simply had a few passing conversations with him. "Only..." she would continue, shaking her head, her greasy locks moving only slightly from their place adhered to her shoulders. "... Thirty-three."

Her 'conquests' with men in high school remained unchanged, despite her aging... The very same men who had bedded the slutty, homely, twenty year old Lily had now done the same to her at a much later age... It wasn't wrong, to her. After all, rich, stuffy men just couldn't do it for her. Liam... He was a dream. What she wanted in a man, at the perfect age. Extending her arms and slowly nibbling on a piece of pizza politely, she responds. "*Snrrk* Of course I don't mind, Liam. Sit as close as you want!"

Liam couldn't resist giggling a little at how Lily's mind and memories had changed to suit her new age, at 33. Pity her dress hadn't changed! It looked so tight on her fatter frame now, virtually all her curves clearly exposed. It must be hurting her!

And how Lily loved having such a younger guy in her home! But perhaps the aforementioned home... was next on Liam's "to change" list? Especially if he was going to sit closer to her... He eyed up her gorgeous, expansive house, with its beautiful furniture and decoration, and its perfect neighbourhood, all the money Lily had... Nope, no more!

In a flash, all was changed! Lily wasn't penniless now, but some would say "struggling to make ends meet". And it showed in her new neighbourhood, in her new home. As she now lived in a trailer! And not just a trailer, but a small one, with no door on the bathroom, the living room and kitchen one tiny room, and a tiny bedroom. Filthy too, with food wrappers, empty beer bottles, packets of cigarettes, and other such assorted trash lying everywhere. Probably never tidied or cleaned. Indeed, the couch she was sat on was now much smaller, and in terrible condition, filthy, springs sticking out of it. Looks like something pulled from a junkyard. Likely was.

A look out of the grimy, tiny porthole-like window revealed not her beautiful suburban neighbourhood, but a loud, filthy trailer park. Full of trailer trash, just like Lily apparently was now.

But maybe another physical change, to make her teeth and body more appropriate for trailer trash? And so, Lily's teeth began to shift around in her mouth, changing size, position... incline... colour... They were now mostly yellow, and very jagged and crooked. She looked like someone who urgently needed braces, but it was for too late for them now. They made her breath smell horrible now too, but that wasn't all. Her fatter body now smelled disgusting too. She probably never showered or brushed her teeth at all now, and it showed. It was disgusting.

Liam braved it though, and sat down on the filthy, squashed couch, next to the smiling Lily. "I got you something too!" he grinned, a thought striking him. He reached to the side of the couch, quickly conjured three more large pizzas with fries, and handed them back over to Lily. "Thought you might be hungry... Is that okay, Miss Sinclair?" he said, as charmingly as he could, still addressing her politely. He'd have to change her name soon though, Sinclair was hardly trailer trash...

The world around Lily and Liam would spin, everything seeming to rot and decay and shrink... Besides Lily, of course. The pale, fat, dress-straining woman was just as sizable as ever when her house had finally finished relocating, leaving the space it had once occupied for years now holding a vacant home. As such, the nearest empty trailer soon accommodated her and Liam as, according to Lily's new memories, it had since her mother disowned her.

Ugh, her family. A bunch of stuck-up tightwads, they are despite what cash they had, they lacked everything else. Marrying a man just because he had cash and couldn't fuck a woman to save his life? Please. With as much as she'd slept around, her bitch of a mother couldn't take it. It was the best day of her life when she was able to move into a place more apt to handle her new habits... Though the beer bottles and cigarette packs confused her. She didn't have much of a habit for those... Yet.

"Oh, Liam!" she cooed, seeing the fry boxes atop the new pizzas, each giving off a delightfully greasy fragrance. Her handprint would leave a small orange mark on the boxes as she wrested them from his hands, likely from the previous pizza. After swallowing a hot, salty mouthful of fries, she would give Liam as yellowed, crooked smile. Of course she would wait until she swallowed, it was just so impolite to do such a thing with your mouth full!

"You shouldn't have...~" she responds, leaning against the couch, careful not to jab herself with an errant spring. "And please, Ms. Sinclair makes me sound like an old maid! Please, please. Call me a Lily~" she would say, wrapping an arm around him nervously and smiling wider. Lily would begin to sweat, being so close to a man so... Perfect...~

Liam grinned to himself, still sat on the filthy old couch with this fat older woman, in her far too tight dress, in her tiny filthy trailer. He opened his mouth to reply that, of course, he'd call her Lily. Then paused, and frowned. Lily was indeed becoming, in addition to other things, total trailer trash. Literally so, living in her filthy, scummy trailer park. Lily Sinclair didn't carry the trailer trash sound of that at all, did it? No, she'd need a name change...

Liam opened his mouth once more, smiling more widely, but, he hoped, charmingly and dazzlingly to Lily... no, Lara-Sue! "Of course, Miss... Simpson.... if you'd prefer me to call you Lara-Sue, I will..." Lara-Sue Simpson. Far less classy ring to it. And, of course, this was changing in the woman's head, becoming the name she'd always known now. A massive blow against erasing her former identity!

But that wasn't all that was occurring now. More physical, and mental changes, were altering their way into Lara-Sue's body, mind, and life. First off, were the more obvious physical changes. 33 certainly wasn't old enough, and neither was 210 pounds fat enough, in Liam's opinion. She needed to be ruined more! Let's try... 45 years old.... and.... 250 pounds! Definitely middle-aged and overweight, if not obese now!

Lara-Sue didn't grow at all this time, but it was far more noticeable than that. Her face became more mature, her double chin far more evident now, and clear lines, even faint wrinkles, visibly etched upon it. It would have still been beautiful, for her age, if it wasn't for the crooked yellow-toothed smile, the piggish nose, the grease, the spots, and of course, all the fat on it. Even the crow's feet ran deeper in the corners of her eyes.

Her breasts, were still surprisingly firm for her age and weight, as was her ass, but still, even that couldn't hold out totally. They were sagging a little under their weight, and were certainly very large, even for her size, being seemingly E-cups, maybe even F! Her ass itself stuck out firmly behind her, and together, it gave off a surprising hourglass shape, the rest of the woman being clearly very fat, but slightly more heaping onto her breasts and ass. Her belly bulged totally over her waistline now, even past a spare tire, with broad love handles. Her thicker legs formed huge thunder thighs, calves melding into cankles, and even her age bringing varicose veins. Her fatter neck developed something of a turkey waddle effect.

This would prove far too much for Lara-Sue's dress, and it tore completely now, being made for someone less than half this weight. The physical relief was instant for Lara-Sue, but what was more, the remnants of the dress simply faded away, as though she'd never worn it, it had never existed. Instead, she merely sat there in her underwear, bra and panties still a bit tight on her huge breasts and ass, but not painfully so. Very revealing though.

Such a thing would not shame her for long though. Her mental process was even altering now, and she was losing her sense of manners, her sense of shame reducing somewhat. It was more evident in how slobbishly she was starting to eat the pizza and fries now, not delicately like before, but just cramming them in gluttonously. Bits of sauce and such got all over her face, in her greasy hair, her hands, even dripping onto her breasts, but she seemingly did not care. It wasn't just her attitude to food either. She was becoming far less polite and considerate, and even sexually, more shameless towards that. Not to the extent where she would just jump Liam's bones without thought... but not far off...

And in addition to that, her voice, accent, and even way of speaking was being affected. The accent was being more... Southern-sounding, but definitely more common, vulgar, and more... well, trailer trash. Her voice itself was deepening, becoming more mature. Liam thought of another way to affect it... but that would come next. It would be part of a bigger change... But for now, her speaking mannerisms were altering too. Swearing far more, speaking in a more common tone, but a more mature one in that. She would use words of affection more, "babe", "honey", "hon", "sweetie", "darling", and so forth. Probably more "dahlin'" in her case.

Liam smiled up at the older, fatter Lara-Sue, and tried to feign a look of surprise. "Oh my, I just noticed you're in your underwear? I hope you don't mind me seeing you like this? I'll go, if you like, Lara-Sue?"

"Lara-Sue...?" she mutters, the changes soon digging their metaphorical hooks into her, body and soul. Of course her name was Lara-Sue. She grew up right her in this trailer park, to Beth-Ann and Jack Simpson, having formerly known them as Bethany and Jonathan. Of course, they'd had a bigger trailer. Stupid thing was 'unfit for living', to the cops or some shit.

Filth ingrained itself into her history as much as it did her home and body, having been raised a slightly chubby, slobby kid to the delight of her equally slovenly parents. Like mother and father, like daughter. Manners didn't mean shit and were only for stuck-up hussies and assholes and besides, why hide her winning personality with stuff like courtesy and all that other bull?

Age took a toll on her body, a life of scarfing down fries and pizzas like she was now having caused her body to balloon and sever the only untainted tether she had to her previous life in the form of her dress, leaving only tatters of thin, black material amongst the beer cans and empty cigarette packs. She'll pick it up later... No she won't, Lara-Sue thought with a giggle through a mouthful of fries. Varicose veins popped up and lines sank into her face, her jowls becoming more pronounced and the crows' feet more visible more due to the amount of flesh around them than actual effect.

Her thoughts once more moved back, to a school twelve years earlier where she hadn't been a queen or even an outcast, rather 'that girl' that no-one seemed to get along with. A fashionable girl she was not, nor a particularly sociable or cleanly one... But she'd shown up those jailbait bitches that she was smart enough to pass no matter how she looked. Her parents, however, didn't pay much attention to her 'book-learnin's.' Once more, her suitors remained the same, ripe age as they'd been as they'd been introduced into the slowly-disappearing Lily's life.

Of course they couldn't help but be attracted to her, she was a fucking bombshell! Her nice hair... Running a hand through the grease-laden, frayed strands only seemed to lodge more filth from her meal into it. Her huge tits... Shamelessly feeling her rightmost breast up displayed a fat nipple capping a dark areola, narrowly missed by the trail of a faint blue vein running down the fatty surface. Her plump ass... It was chubby and formless, yet somehow managing to make an even bigger indentation than before in the couch, already covered in an oily sheen of sweat. And her man-killing smile~ Grinning, she would display her yellowed teeth in the midst of chewing a piece of pepperoni pizza, one errant and unchewed slice clinging to her incisor.

Dropping a piece of 'ultimate' pizza back in the box, Lara-Sue would shake her head. "Uuuh, muh, muh." she would say, mouth full of the aforementioned food. Finishing it with a quick gulp and a more velvety chuckle, she would continue. "Oh, no! Don't you mind my state of dress, sweetie." she would croon, looking down to the expensive black panties now stretched into an impromptu thong. "You don't have to leave! I'm fine with how I am, baby." Despite her sagging, fat, greasy body hanging out with no restraint, Lara-Sue would inch closer to Liam carrying a box of fries with her to keep herself fed.

Lily Sinclair, the rich, stunningly gorgeous potential supermodel, queen of everything social in her school, was almost all gone, only traces of her remaining, the tiniest parts of her remembering there was once even a Lily. In her place, was Lara-Sue Simpson, a middle-aged, 45 year old, 250 pound, overweight trailer trash woman, living slobbishly, with virtually no manners. Despite her age, and current state of undress, she seemed to have no problems whatsoever with Liam, 19 years old, less than half her age, and young enough to easily be her son, sitting beside her on the filthy ruined couch, and, if anything, was flirting back with him happily enough.

Liam, for his part, was determined to play innocent, to play with Lara-Sue even more. He inched closer to Lara-Sue himself as she was inching closer, knowing how this would excite her now, the big fat cougar... He giggled at the thought. "Thanks, Lara-Sue. I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable..." He wondered if she thought this was sweet. He was the very architect of her ruin, and she'd be thinking he was nice. This too brought a smile to his lips.

While she was responding to this, Liam was enacting her further changes to ruin her. He'd already brought destruction to her weight and appetite, and her age itself, not to mention her financial and social status, why not go further...? And so he implanted further cravings within Lara-Sue's mind. She already craved food a lot, eating so regularly now. And she was a... somewhat horny slut, wanting sex as often as possible, though this would prove difficult, given her looks, weight, and such. Where else to go? Simple.

The first, cigarettes. Lara-Sue was now a 30-year chain smoker, smoking since her teens, and only smoking more and more. She had to have her forty a day... at least! This now explained the cigarette packets littering the floor. It would also affect her voice even more. Now it would become more hoarse, croakier... the voice of a true chain smoker. Capitalising on this, Liam took a cigarette from a packet, and placed it carefully into Lara-Sue's crooked-toothed mouth, lighting it for her. He smiled. "Any better?"

And now for another craving. Alcohol! Lara-Sue wouldn't quite be an alcoholic, not that far. But close. She would need to drink quite heavily, and quite a lot. Definitely every day, whenever not in work or anything. Not Lily Sinclair's style of fine wines and cocktails, drank minimally... but cheap beers, ciders, and whiskeys mainly. This explaining all the cans and bottles on the floor. It affected her breath somewhat too, making it reek of alcohol.

But what of Lara-Sue's work? She'd need a job to pay for this trailer, all her massive amounts of food, cigarettes, alcohol, and such, right? She couldn't be allowed to have a job as a lawyer or whatever she'd been going for though... What would suit a fat trailer trash cougar like...

"Lara-Sue?" Liam smiled. "I'm really enjoying spending time with you... But don't you think you should be getting ready for work? You should be there pretty soon, remember? Don't you remember your job? You work as a.... waitress! In a cheap, gaudy old diner... It's a bit gropy, and grabby, with both customers and staff at times, the kind of place a sexual harassment lawsuit would feel right at home in. But you love that anyways, the customers grabbing your ass as you pass and stuff, right? And free staff meals too, and all the customers you can flirt with!" He spoke to her in a temporarily hypnotic state, so she wouldn't mind the insults or anything. Just believing it to be the truth. And time to get her dressed!

If dressed was even the word... Lara-Sue's fat body was now covered in a waitress uniform. However, it was either far too small for her, or deliberately designed to be rather slutty and revealing. Maybe both. Well, "covered" wasn't really the right word either. It was a very revealing waitress uniform, the skirt looking like a belt, and showing off all of her veined, thick thunder thighs in all their glory, as well as a good percentage of her enormous ass. Her blouse was high enough for all of her bloated, pockmarked, overflowing, stretch-marked belly to bulge under, but low enough to expose her gigantic flabby saggy breasts and their cleavage. Even her shoes were open toed high heels, enough to show her big fat cankles and fat feet.

"Oh, I don't think I could ever be *Snrrrk* uncomfortable with you, sweetie!" Lara-Sue coos, smiling with her fat lips and crooked teeth... Her smile was sure to entice him, she thought. Triggered by her movement and incessant jiggling, a small fart would escape her rear, fouling the air around her even worse than her tangy, heavy body odor and the scent of her wetting sex did. Of course, Lara-Sue would show any remorse for this, softly laughing it off.

Her heart began to race as Liam came closer, picking a small cigarette from a packet... The brief disgust with such a habit was replaced with a fond sense of familiarity and comfort... Perhaps nostalgia, as her memory cemented thirty fond tears of smoking just about anywhere, any time she could. Her ma and pa didn't mind, and they sure as hell didn't mind her drinking either. It was wonderfully considerate of Liam to offer her a smoke, what a gentleman he was! And it was a good thing, too... She was getting a bit of a craving. She always smoked after she ate, didn't she?

With the habit so far ingrained into her memory and repertoire, it began to affect her as soon as a coughing fit took her, each sputter and gag deepening and adding a rasp to her tone. "Agh..." Lara-Sue would croak, her tone husky and raspy. "Fuck, sorry doll. Thanks for the smoke...~ Much better." With the alcohol that tanged her breath, no doubt from one of the many bottles lying around her, she was often shocked she didn't spit fire every time she lit up.

With each of Liam's enthralling words, Lara-Sue's body would further alter and grow and... Cover up, if only minimally. At first the heels would come over her fat, cankled feet and then the hundred-dollar panties would stiffen and cheapen and grow stained from constant exposure to her juices. The revealing dress would squeeze and reform her body, giving it the support it so desperately needed to prevent it from looking like a saggy mess... But to Lara-Sue, she was a fucking knockout even if she was clothed or not. If at all possible, the uniform made her chunky ass and fat tits seem even bigger with as tight as they hugged them.

"Work...?" Lara-Sue would muse, titling her head and letting a few clumped strands of her greasy hair fall to the side. Of course she had a job... Shit, yeah, she had to get to work! It might've been filled with lecherous assholes and the place might not've been renovated since she was a kid... But it was homey and it played well. Plus, she got plenty of 'tip's~ "Oh, fuck, I must've forgotten... Sorry baby." she groans, wiping her hands on her filthy apron and standing.

To think, not so long ago, Lily was turning Liam down laughingly, considering herself so out of his league she wouldn't dream of going out with him. And now, Lara-Sue was so disappointed she couldn't spend time with this younger man! She was busy struggling to lift her weight to her feet, the couch groaning in relief as she lifted up from it. Liam smiled up at her. "Oh don't worry though, Lara-Sue! I'll be back later. I can't resist you, can I?" That was the way. Flatter her...

But the way Lara-Sue was swearing and rasping through her cigarette-ravaged voice still sounded very odd. Behind all the years of smoking, and the maturity... one could still detect Lily's classy voice and accent behind it. No longer. Time to take even that from her, Liam resolved. And even her accent seemed to... dumb down. Take on hints of a Southern accent, but mainly a generally more vulgar, cheap, common... trailer trash one. The swearing would fit far better now.

It wasn't just her accent dumbing down though. Liam had to really take everything from Lara-Sue. Granted, she'd always have the vague memories of being Lily, the vaguest feelings that she had been changed from what she had been, what she'd been meant to be. But he wanted to take everything else, everything he could. And so, Lily's intelligence, would give Lara-Sue a potential opportunity, if she tried hard, to maybe turn things in her favour, turn her life around, get a better job, home... That could NOT be allowed. And so, all that education was going away now. Lara-Sue was now a high-school dropout of 14 years old, too focused on drinking, smoking, eating, and trying to score with men, even at that age, to care for school. Hence why she'd been stuck in trailers... and diners... It would reflect even more in her accent, the two features combining to accentuate one another.

The years of sex... hell the years in general of the middle-aged Lara-Sue, 45 years old, took their time on more of her body now. As Lily, she'd only ever had sex in the missionary position, had demanded only that, and nothing else, utterly refused that. As Lara-Sue... anal was nothing. And so, her pussy and asshole were both equally worn, equally ravaged. Both totally... ground zero. Very loose and worn from years of having penises, dildos, hell anything really from cucumber to toilet brushes inserted into them to control her extreme libido. Well, in partially successful endeavours, anyways.

To further their state of... uncare, in the unwashed, unshowered slobby pig of a woman that stood near Liam, were changes he could only partially make out. Such as her arms and legs mainly, as the thick rolls of fat were soon coated in hair, showing a woman who was also... unshaven. What he couldn't see, for now, were her armpits, areolae, anus... groin. All were now covered with the same dark hair. The effect was undeniably gross.

But Liam still hadn't heard Lara-Sue's new voice. He knew she'd have to go to work soon, and now. He couldn't be bothered to have her head there. He'd merely teleport her there, to have the fun start sooner. Of course, he, via the wand, was controlling every element of her employment, for his amusement. But for now, time to play the flattering game again.

"Of course... you don't mind me coming by later, do you Lara-Sue? A younger guy, coming over..." he almost reminded her, purring... grinning.

Can't resist her...? That was just what she wanted to hear! Oh, god her heart was aloght with satisfaction and joy... He liked her back! If she didn't have to work, she'd jump his bones into next week at a moment's notice. God, the fun she wanted to have with him...~ Having him between her legs, hammering her cunt, inexperienced and sloppy and "Ooooh, mah~" she would coo. Another tightness would beset her throat, forcing her to gag and spit onto the floor before taking another drag of her cig... Ma n' pa were from right down south, and their speakin' just done n' rubbed off on her.

"Sorry 'bout that, dahl." Lara-Sue says, patting him on the shoulder and snorting loudly. "Sumtahms mah throat gets a lil' bit eerr-uh-tayted from all th' smoke, doc says. Ah say fuck tha' ol' coot." Lara-Dur had to sound out the longer word, but was briefly confused as to why. Well... She didn't like to admit it, but she ain't exactly a learnin' gal. School finally faded from her memory, first on a social level then on an intellectual one, leaving a gaping hole of sleeping around and getting shitfaced in het life like writing over a whited-out script.

The new history took its toll, not only leaving her with the more meek boys, proud to get a piece of her in the first place let alone any woman, but also the more... Inventive ones, or at least experimental. Her ass and pussy took a reaming, the lips fattening and plumping before a greasy bush of hair grew to surround them both. They had long since lost gheir elasticity, leaving only fairly gaping, hungry orifaces she was straining herself not to fill at any given moment. She'd bagged so many men that most hygiene, what little she had, wasn't needed in her eyes. Who cared if she had a little bit of extra fur? She knee how to fuck like a tiger, and that was all that mattered to her.

Sure, she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but fuck if she wasn't sucessful... At least by her terms. She was working a job she loved, for one. She got to take all the orders of the cute little guys popping into the restaurant, watching them break their enamored gazes from their girlfriends to get a better look st her massive tits. Plus, the single ones couldn't keep their hands off of her! It drove her nuts with lust, but at least it gave her something to do on break. Plus, it paid well enough to keep her supplied with booze n' smokes. And who could knock free meals?

Lara-Sue licked her lips, chuckling. She sure couldn't. Turning back to Liam, she wiuld wrap her flabby arms around him and pull him inti a warm hug, rubbing off some of her skin's oils and marking him with her acrid scent of sweat, sex, and food. "Now, don'tcha hez-uh-tate t' come on back now, darlin'! Mama's got sumthin' extra special for ya when ah get back hone~" she flirts back, planting a slobbery, greasy kiss and depositing whatever was left of her waxy lipstick on his cheek.

Liam loved his handiwork in action. Lara-Sue's lack of education ensuring she'd never get any better in life now, no matter what faint memory of Lily's spirit, and meshing in a lovely way with her thick, tracker trash accent. And she seemed to really love his flirting! Flirting back great too!

Although admittedly, Liam almost gagged a bit when the overweight middle-aged slob kissed him, her oily, lined, spotty face up against his, fat greasy lips pressing against his cheek, leaving behind grease and lipstick in equal measures. He almost fought to wriggle free of her fat body's embrace there and then with disgust. Instead, Liam managed a sick smile up at Lara-Sue. This would be worth it to humiliate her in the diner! "Oh don't worry! I'll be sure to come back for that then... Big Mama!" He nearly laughed as he said this. "But c'mon, I'll walk you to work!"

Liam didn't actually walk Lara-Sue to work, despite what he told her. Far easier this way... instead, he implanted memories of indeed having walked her to work. While teleporting himself and her there. He quickly and carefully made himself, for now, invisible and unheard...

Big Al's diner was only a cheap, greasy, small place. But it already had several customers seated at tables. Lara-Sue herself was now behind the counter. The manager, Al himself, was a large, overweight (although not as fat as Lara-Sue, maybe 200 pounds at most) balding man in his mid fifties or so, with a penchant for near-sexual harassment with any female employees he had. Even Lara-Sue.

"C'mon Lara-Sue, honey!" Al barked. "Customers waiting!" As he pushed past behind her, he firmly slapped her enormous ass for emphasis, slipping in a nice squeeze and grope, smirking.

Indeed, two customers sat at a table near the counter. Two very good-looking guys, maybe 17 or 18. One was named Kyle, his friend Jake.

Lara-Sue broke into a giggling fit as he called her 'Big Mama'... Not being familiar with the lithe beauty she'd once been, such a term was nothing short of the greatest accolade she'd received. Her flabby neck and jowls jiggled with her laughter, finally dying down as he offered to walk her there. From what she knew, it wasn't far.

It was a lot shorter walk than she'd expected, the only travel time being hoe long it took Liam to cast his spell. The memories 're'surfacing were fairly menial and as easily forgotten and bleary as any other short-term memories, the only specifics she remembered being that she'd flirted and he'd flirted back... Oh, he was just so lovely. Their journey had ended with a parting hug and she had ended up in the greasy diner, slightly sweaty from her 'walk'.

"Ahaw~!" Lara-Sue laughs as Al slaps her ass, the hairy, fat cheeks quaking within her short-skirted uniform and weak panties. "Oh, Al, ya ol' perv you~" she coos, sashaying over to the two boys' table.

Her low neckline revealed plenty of her greasy, fatty cleavage to the two boys, her pussy already moistening as she thought of taking the both if them into the bathroom and showing them how a real woman fucks. Purring, she speaks. "Welcome t' Big Al's dinah! Ah'll be ya waitress f' t'day~" Lara-Sue taps the slightly-faded stitching on her right breast denoting her name, just beside a vein prominently running down her tit. "What c'n ah getcha?"

Liam was simply loving the comedown here, as Lara-Sue now got to work at her new job, albeit the job she was now convinced she'd had for a very long time. And she didn't even seem to mind that some fat balding pervert had just slapped and groped her big fat ass. If anything, she'd just enjoyed it!

And now, Lara-Sue was heading off to serve a couple of young guys, only in their teens. She looked so lustful for them. Liam was still unseen and unheard, and so he was free to follow Lara-Sue, to continue to torment the poor woman. He raised his wand to fuck with her further, as she was serving the two guys... And lowered it. It looked as though the two boys had plans of their own...

Kyle grinned widely as this fatass, middle-aged, dumb, Southern-sounding waitress waddled over. He had a mischievous idea... He winked at Jake, and mouthed the words "Watch this!"

"Lara-Sue, huh?" he said, as she introduced herself. "That's a cute name. Has anyone ever told you that you're really beautiful?" he added, trying to smile charmingly, almost reminescent of Liam himself, sans the wand. Jake just gawped at him.

After they gave their orders, Kyle slid a piece of paper across the table with one hand, and maneuvred his other hand onto Lara-Sue's fat, slightly wrinkled hand. "There's my number." he smiled. It was not. It was actually his friend Jake's number instead. He was pranking them both. "I don't suppose I could get yours too, gorgeous?"

Ooh, this boy was going to be much easier than she thought. Hitting on her already? Oh, he was gonna have his world rocked by the time she went on break. "Have ah evah?" she repeats, crossing her flabby arms around her chest. Her face may have been a warzone of acne and the occasional wart, layered in grease and bearing only whatever tasteful makeup she'd had on as Lily, but to her it was the face of the goddess. She'd had many conquests in her time, and most of them treated her well... He'd be another, and she'd make him love it. So the thought, anyway.

Lara-Sue wasn't much of a book-learnin' kinda gal, but she was a love goddess in her opinion. How else would she have gotten half the guys she had? The two boys didn't need to know how many, but it had to be clear that they weren't dealing with some amateurish broad. "Ah have had it said a numbah a' tahms, sweetie." she says, dropping her small pen and pad in the pocket of her apron followed by the crunch of a candy wrapper within. "But only ra'ly so sweetly~"

She leaned on the table, her skirt providing no cover for her cottage-cheese ass and the stained panties keeping it covered and her crossed arms pushing up her breasts ever so slightly, almost an inch of her dark areolae peeking up from the cups of her bra. With a wink directed to the both of them, she cooed "May ah take ya ordah?" After getting them, just a soda and a burger each, she jotted it down on her yellowed pad of paper and tore off another page to write down her number, leaving a greasy stain of fading lipstick upon it as she slid it back over to him. "Enjoy~" Lara-Sue would say with a raspy chortle.

Kyle might have been having fun fooling both Jake, and Lara-Sue (who, unbeknownst to Jake, now has his number, not Kyle's), but Liam was having the most fun, laughing at how Lara-Sue genuinely thinks she's managed to pull a younger guy. It was a shame on the middle-aged woman, who was undeniably a cougar, still wanting younger men, even though she was far too fat, ugly, and slobby to have much of a chance really.

But maybe Liam could... help with that? He grinned, as he raised the wand once more, casting two quick spells. First, a spell of oblivion. This caused everyone to think that any magical changes he made to Lara-Sue... had always been that way. And the second took advantage of that. Lara-Sue's ugly face, still in its immaculate makeup, that Lily had put on, was altering. Not the face itself. Rather, the makeup. It was no longer immaculately applied. Now, it looked like a far cheaper brand, and slathered on thick. Like a whore. It was clear it was a desperate attempt from an ugly fat, middle-aged woman, to look younger. And failing.

This wasn't all though. Not long after Lara-Sue gave the orders to the young men, and moved back into the diner, she dropped her notepad onto the floor. She bent over to reach it, and suddenly there was a loud RIP! Her skirt had torn now, showing a lot of her panties, and a good deal of her ass, to the world. Not only this, but at this moment, her blouse ripped too, and her bra snapped, and her huge, flabby breasts dropped free, swinging below her. All this in clear view of all the customers and staff in the diner. Laughs and ironic wolf whistles split the air. Even some people got out mobile phones to film it.

As Lily, she was proud of her natural beauty, extremely so, but wasn't afraid for fill in the gaps nature had left with a tasteful amount of cosmetics. Some eyeliner to bright out her eyes, some lipstick and gloss to exaggerate her lips, and maybe just a little blush to add to the whole ensemble. Coupled with her thin body and designer clothes, she was a force to be reckoned with.

As Lara-Sue, this hadn't changed on the level of vanity, rather on the appearance of the entire package. Her 'natural beauty' was only that to her, coming across as a fat woman much past her prime, if she'd ever had one. Her disgusting form and cheap clothes would draw in no-one, so to 'compliment' all of this, she would lather on cheap makeup like a clown heading to a party. Waxy lipstick painted her lips and flat blue eyeshadow covered her eyelids, eyeliner and mascara forced her eyes down into a permanent sultry stare, though the looks couldn't fix what the rest of her gives off.

Be it a spasm, clumsiness, or an outside influence, the pad hits the floor with a slap and forces her to bend over with a snort and a strained "hrk!" thanks to her belly. It would only hurt a little as the clothes finally gave way, 'frayed and cheaply made' being a poor combination for a woman of her size. "O-oh!" Lara-Sue would gasp, rising with another grunt. The intent of the eyes on her and the irony of the cheers were both lost on her, her delusions fabricating sincerity and attraction in both.

"O-oh, mah stahs~" she coos, attempting to cover herself with her hands halfheartedly, imagining herself to be a pinup model from back in her childhood. "Sorry f' th' trouble, everyone~" Lara-Sue struts off to the back room, wiggling her ass to accentuate its existing jiggle and casting one last wink at the boys before she looks for something else to change into.

Liam was laughing at Lara-Sue along with the rest of the diner, staff and customers alike. But there was some amused surprise mixed in with that mirth. He'd have thought, assumed that, given her circumstances, Lara-Sue would be embarrassed, shamed, humiliated. Wouldn't anyone be in that case? But he didn't mind her reaction either. Lara-Sue's vanity, arrogance, seemed just as much as Lily's had been, if not even more, despite her, well, handicap. Being fat, ugly, middle-aged, slobby, and whatnot. She just assumed all those men lusted for her, the sight of her body bulging out of her underwear and torn clothes. And she loved it, winking at them and playing it up, thinking she was some sort of supermodel on a catwalk.

As Lara-Sue entered the bathroom, Liam knew he had to make his move now, for his own amusement. Grinning, he conjured up a pile of clothes, but still rather small ones. As short, slutty and revealing as her waitress uniform, but a tube top, a mini skirt, high heels, more normal clothing. He knocked upon the door too, making himself visible and hearable once more.

"Miss Simpson? Lara-Sue?" Liam called. "It's me, Liam! Your.... neighbour..." Would that work? He shook his head, and continued. "Are you alright? I got some fresh clothes for you here! And your boss said you could go home early!" The wand had ensured that. "Would you like me to walk you home?" The wand ensured this too. As Liam began to up Lara-Sue's libido even more, making her very horny and lustful for him.

It was with no small amount of restraint that Lara-Sue made her way past the lecherous stares of Al and the disgusted, evasive glances of the rest of the patrons. Be it exhibitionism or flattery, the entire situation made her hairy cunt moisten and stream moisture, a mix of sweat and femcum, down her cellulite-filled thigh. She wanted to stay out there, to show those boys' virgin eyes a real rack of tits, she thought while groping herself in the bathroom.

Giggles pierced the thin door of the bathroom while Lara-Sue looked herself over, blushing like a schoolgirl while Liam neared. "Wha's that, honey?" she calls out, stripping by peeling the adhered fabric from her greasy body, bearing her fat, hairy, old body to the mirror and giving it a quick wink. "Clothes? Oh thank you, thank you!" Now he was buying her clothes? At least, bringing some from her place? Oh, what a gentleman~!

Lara-Sue pried open the bathroom door and wiggled her fingers, her nails long and filthy. Quickly, she would retrieve the new dress and toss her old uniform in the trash... She had a few at home, and she could pay Al back with a little 'after-hours service' sometime. Much like her uniform, it hugged her fat body tight and displayed plenty of her pale flesh for the world to see, yet doesn't wish to. It seemed to be hers, judging by the crumbs and hairs and some stains that had been left on it, not to mention how broken-in the heels were on her cankled feet.

With a small pout, Lara-Sue stepped out of the bathroom and wrapped her arm around Liam, grumbling "Aww, n' ah was just startin' ta enjoy th' shift..." before perking up again. "But... Ah can't say ah'm complainin' about a walk wi' ya, doll." She'd been horny before, of course, but something about Liam being here... Her 'fresh' panties begun to develop a wet spot the moment she'd put them on.

Liam had to grin at the sight of Lara-Sue emerging from the bathroom, the sound of her new voice. He couldn't help it, especially when he thought about Lily, and how she'd been, how she'd changed, all she'd lost now. All down to him! And he'd keep fucking with her forever now! Served the bitch right!

Unfortunately for Liam, that would not come to be.

He wasn't to know this though, so he continued to smile at this pale, gross, sweaty, slobby fat cougar. "Like a vision out of heaven!" he sighed with fake theatricality. "C'mon, let's get back to yours, gorgeous!"

The two walked back this time. It wasn't a long walk, but someone of Lara-Sue's age and weight would feel it. And so she was sweaty and a little out of breath by the time they reached Lara-Sue's trailer.

"Sit down, Miss Simpson!" Liam giggled. He put his arm around her overweight body, the arm carrying the wand, and helped guide the grateful looking Lara-Sue to the filthy, battered couch.

"You put your feet up! I'll get you food, alcohol, cigarettes... You deserve it..." Liam continued to flatter Lara-Sue, lying and inwardly laughing at her. He headed off to the kitchen to retrieve Lara-Sue's... essentials... He'd laugh at her pigging out, getting drunk and smoking, then he'd think of another way to fuck with her...

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to Liam, he'd accidentally left the wand on the couch arm, right next to Lara-Sue...