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🕑 Added 2021-04-02 19:31:06 +0000 UTCSTORY OUTLINE for 17 year old Tara (momentarily single):
The simp she's currently dating (Eugene or any other name really), while her and TJ are temporarily apart, let’s her stay at the apartment he's slaving over to pay for. (Because Tara fits perfectly in this dystopian future of 2021 where girls use guys for money on a daily basis and brag on OnlyFans, the 'Gram, and TWATter)
She eats up all his food alcohol
She smokes weed in the apartment, despite the simp's warning and the landlord eventually finds out
She emasculates him with her friend Clarissa (youtu.be/aUNVgvuPRDI) by physically bullying him (belly bump tennis, tie him to a pole and press their cheeks all over him, etc)
He eventually 'blows up'
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THE 'BLOW UP' SCENE:
INT KITCHEN:
Tara and Clarissa have food alcohol and weed everywhere. The two are slobbishly gorging on snacks when Eugene comes in.
"I asked you guys nicely not to eat all the groceries! It’s hard enough to keep up with you, Tara…" The overly passive man stammered with as much base in his voice as he could muster after being trampled and walked all over by this fat brunette bitch for weeks.
"Why? If you go without food for a day do your tooth pick bones finally turn to dust?" Tara asked in a condescending baby voice, chugging a beer and belching loudly to assert her dominant presence in the place HE paid rent.
"Nah, thats his scrawny ass in the gym, T!" Clarissa added, her chubby chocolate cheeks chock full of chips cookies and all other munchies for her high.
Both Tara and Clarissa exploded in laughter from disrespecting their personal cuck punching bag.
As Eugene stood stiff and silent by the table, the two tubbies chugged the beer that HE bought and further decided to step all over him by tossing the empty cans in his face and burping louder than usual.
“Sorry we were aiming for the recycling bin… but the trash is fine too!”
Clarissa nearly spit out the newly opened beer in her hand. Tara giggled and pulled out a blunt to spark.
“Oh don’t be so mean Tara!” The dark skinned Spanish vixen ‘berated’ her preppy white former rival with a poke to Tara’s overfed tummy. “You know how these dorks act, he might go school shooter and kill us both!”
“Oh my GOD you’re right!” Tara laughed, before giving her supposed date puppy eyes. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings little girl- I mean, little boy. It’s tough to tell.” She couldn’t resist adding, lighting her bluntville and taking her first pull despite Eugene repeating the rules about smoking.
Having been brought up to respect all women regardless of behavior, Eugene reluctantly accepted his total emasculation. He understood that being bullied by two fat girls was still seen as hilarious for a guy but that insecurely retaliating could just as much threaten his manhood. Not to mention the atmospheric fear of offending a whamen online or in public that most white knights like Eugene found themselves in. The only difference is those simps were much more susceptible to blowing up if their social justice virtue signaling went without reward. Meanwhile, Eugene was more willing to wait and part the course with modern empowered 2020s women; even if some were far more disrespectful than any guys he’d come across in high school.
Tara plopped her fat bare feet on top of the nicely cleaned tabletop, knocking most of her empty dishes and bottle to the ground. She took a second longer pull, and noticing the utter lack of self assurance or confidence in Eugene’s expression, the buxom brunette made sure to blow the smoke in his face.
“Sorry I’m just a pothead who’s too fat and lazy to get up and smoke outside~” Tara whined, passing the blunt to Clarissa.
“Mm, speaking of…” Clarissa said taking her hit and turning to Eugene. “You getting our munchies?”
“Hell yeah, you know how us fat girls can be! You didn’t sign up for all this to spend a skinny bitch’s budget!” Tara added, patting both their bellies simultaneously.
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MAMA TARA STORY:
INT. CHUCK E CHEESE
Mama Tara and her three kids are enjoying a pizza as the animatronic show is about to start.
“You’re not a kid anymore, mommy!” Tommy smirked, hands on his hips.
"Nooo but I know how to enjoy myself! Ooh speaking of, let’s go get some ice cream after this and take a ride on the yacht. It’s gorgeous outside~" Tara smiled, finishing off the last slice before greedily turning to the pizza stand again.
Tara walked up to the counter and asked the employee for more, despite consuming most of the establishment's supply and leaving little for anyone else.
The employee tells her she needs to wait on more
"But there’s some right there..." Tara complained.
"The food here is for the other customers who had to WAIT while your order was completed, ma'am..." He said as softly as possible. Tara clenched her arms furiously.
"Then bring a refill to my seat, you virgin." Tara's enormous ass bounced and bobbed through her leggings as she angrily made her way back to the table with her kids.
As if on cue, all the other children and parents began running over to the stage, for the start of the animatronic show. Unfortunately, the employee chose a time with no witnesses (thinking of having vore outlawed but Tara gets away with it because of her beauty wealth and lawyers; again modern 2021 here haha) to bring the 27 year old maternal predator her refill.
Tara takes the chance to eat the employee
"Oh come on Mom!" Tara's oldest girl complained, getting sick of her mother blatantly breaking the law and never ever getting caught or being held accountable. And while those were two different things, Tara got to enjoy both pleasures now.
"Give it a rest Tay.. BURRRRPP You’re gonna draw attention to us." The hypocritical hog muttered, facing the stage to blend in.
Tommy, second oldest, was only used to seeing Tara swallow the eldest sister, Tara Jr, when she really stepped out of line. And even then it was usually in the privacy of their own mansion. Tommy felt more confused than anything simply asked his older sister, "Why did Mommy-"
"Don’t ask." Tara Jr cut him off, having experienced her mother’s ravenous ways, even in public, on multiple occasions.
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They all go out for ice cream
EXT. ICE CREAM SHOP
On an outside bench, Tara was in the middle of shoveling the third bowl into her mouth when Tommy spontaneously asked, “I can’t believe you still have room mommy! Is that guy still in there?”
Tara nearly choked as she swallowed, so used to a mindless life of acting without thinking that she forgot the task of protecting her children’s innocence. From all the dangers in the world, like her.
"Oh him?" Tara played dumb, her eyes nervously panning away from her son and locking onto her judgmental oldest daughter’s eyes instead.
Tara Jr, her elbows on the table, had her smiling face resting atop snarky clasped hands and a tapping index finger.
“Uhhhh… heeeeee… got sent to jail for being so mean to me earlier!”
Tara Jr cracked a laugh, catching Tori and Tommy’s attention. Tara gritted her teeth in the 10 year old’s direction and quickly continued.
“Remember he wouldn’t give us our food?”
‘Our food…’ Tara Jr repeated in her head with disgust. She only stayed quiet about the vile ‘results’ of her mother’s vore powers out of respect for her naïve siblings. Unlike Tara claiming her actions were for the good of the family when everyone had already eaten more than enough at that point.
“So he didn’t give us our food even though we paid for it?” Tommy asked, buying his beloved Mommy's one-sided story.
"Exxxxactly!!” Tara answered whilst making a speedy and gluttonous return to her ice cream.
“Well then he got what he deserved since he stole from us!” Tori backed Tara up as always, reinforcing her mother’s actions with a gentle pat to her belly.
Tara lowered her voice to drop some knowledge, “When you have money like us there’s always mean people trying to take it… it’s really not fair.”
“Ugh! The most SUBTLE story teller on Earth!!” Tara Jr finally exploded. “Can you remind us a few more times you’re the victim?!”
“Hey Tay-J…” Tara smiled sternly enough that Tara Jr could pick up the tone but not the others. She slid her daughter her hubby’s platinum credit card. “I could use another two bowls of ice cream. Make sure to get rainbow sprinkles, cake chunks, recess pieces, and oh-” Tara quickly leaned into Tara Jrs personal space. “-another Chuck E Cheese employee…” She threw in at the last second to irk her rebellious oldest kid. “Thaaaaaaanks~!”
