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Tia's Comeuppance - SotM April 2019
🕑 Added 2019-04-22 01:07:46 +0000 UTCTia’s Comeuppance
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April’s story of the month was requested by: me! I decided since it’s my birth month and all I’d pick the theme of this months story. Next month usual service will continue.
This story contains: public humiliation, weight gain, and perhaps most disgusting of all high school!
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“Oh… yuck!” I groaned loudly in disgust as I pulled three purple envelopes out of the trash, our names and addresses written in gold Sharpie across all three. “Brittany!” I yelled across the house, shaking coffee grounds off of my invitation. “Why are the invites to our high school reunion in the trash?”
Silence.
“Brittany!” I shouted again, irritation growing. “I know you can hear me!”
“Because I’m not going?” My mate finally responded.
“Ugh.” I tossed my head back in frustration. Oh that dog of mine!
With my fists clenched I marched towards the living room to find Brittany, or rather a husky shaped pile of blankets on the sofa, watching Better Call Saul on the TV. “Why don’t you want to go?” I asked, trying to contain my annoyance to a manageable level. I loved Brittany to bits and pieces and knew she was a homebody, but to be honest her laidback lifestyle was a strain on our relationship at times. I’m hardly a party animal, but there is more to life than watching Netflix!
“Why are you surprised?” Brittany said with a shrug, or at least I assumed it was a shrug. She was still covered to head to toe by her blanket pile. “Actually, why do you want to go? Come to think of it, that’s the better question!”
“To see old friends. Reconnect with people you haven’t seen for ten years!” I responded with exasperation.
“Jessie, we live in the goddamned future!” Brittany said, her brown nose poking out from under her blanket pile. Anyone I care to talk to I can anytime I want. I don’t have to get dressed, eat shitty food, and make small talk with people I don’t like to meet up with the five people I actually liked from high school… two of whom I live with!”
“How do you know you don’t like these people?” Jessie asked with a sigh. “It’s been ten years, who knows how they have changed?”
“Unless they’ve picked up about 75 IQ points, I’m still not interested. You go if you want, but I’m staying here!” Brittany said, her nose disappearing under the blanket as if that was that.
. . .
In the end Nathan, knowing how important this was to me, had managed to talk Brittany into going. So a supremely grumpy Brittany, an unenthusiastic yet agreeable Nathan, and myself looking flawless as usual, who walked through the double doors that led our old school gymnasium.
I was chipper, fond memories of prep rallies and school dances filling my head. Brittany meanwhile groaned, I had a suspicion she was reliving the same memories: just with much less joy. My nose twitched with delight as the lingering smell of sweat mingled with the hardwood floor’s lacquer finish met my nose: reminding me of days gone by. I thought about being a cheerleader at Brittany’s basketball games or that time Philbrook had streaked in the middle of our PE class.
“My God.” Brittany said in a disgusted voice. I turned my neck and saw her looking up at the banners hanging off the celling. “Their most recent basketball championship 2011? They certainly gone to shit since we left.”
“Don’t worry. In just a couple of years I’m sure Riley will sort it all out for them.” Nathan said, squeezing Brittany’s shoulder. He lead Brittany across the gymnasium towards the refreshments on the far side. I followed in their wake, allowing the two much larger furs to cut a path for me. Being nine foot tall and built like a bull had it’s advantages I supposed.
I must admit, things started off a little awkward. It appeared the years had done little to dull Brittany’s fierce reputation among her high school peers. Many people cast sideways glances as Brittany, some judgmental, some fearful, some angry. I chucked to myself at some of the more comical reactions. Kent Simmons’s face turned white, who Brittany had slapped silly after he’d drunkenly groped her at a party Freshman year. Word was the former football player still bored the scars of his inebriated mistake under his beard. There was Kate Hamlet: a notorious chatter box that no teacher had sufficient authority to shut up. She’d been on of Brittany’s first victims of her magic, although none could prove it, when she used a silencing spell during a math test.
But of all the glaring sideways glances none carried more contempt for my husky mate than Tia Williams.
During her high school years Brittany had collected a small handful of rivals: her looks, massive curvy stature, hybrid status, or athletic prowess gave many of her classmates reason to fear and hate her. Most of her “rivals” where actually quite harmless whom where easily out smarted or out muscled. Tia on the other hand? Well… you’d call her tenacious if you feeling charitable. I call her too dumb to know when to quit! Either way the Irish Setter seemed always ready to go another round with Brittany. Perhaps they had just made natural enemies: star basketball players known for their athleticism, who shared a crush on the same guy (Nathan), and just over all polar opposites. Case in point: Tia was currently dressed in an expensive dress, which frankly looked a little out of place for the venue in my opinion, which Brittany was underdressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
Whatever the case Tia was one of the few people I’ve ever met to actually get the best of Brittany, mostly out of dumb luck to be honest: a broken clock is correct twice a day after all. Most of it was small stuff, one on one games on the basketball court. A few foot races. Trash talking in the lunch room. But after nipping at each others heels four four years however Things between the two finally erupted on the last day of classes, senior year when Brittany had caught Tia sneaking sugar in the gas tank of Brittany’s Bronco. I’m pretty confident Tia would have gotten murdered, literally murdered no exaggeration, had Nathan not stepped in between the two.
Brittany and Tia shared a nasty glare but Nathan smartly kept walking, his mate pinned safely under his arm and guided Brittany towards and empty corner of the gym to allow things to settle down. I, meanwhile, went to go find old high school friends.
Thankfully for every person that didn’t like Brittany there where at least two that where very fond of her! Despite what Brittany may think, she’d actually been rather popular in her high school days: many people fond her smart, funny, and above all beautiful. She didn’t view herself as too good for the “uncool” kids which had made her a sort of refuge for lonely kids looking for a friend. Before long many people started coming up to Brittany, telling her how much they admired her company, or how much fun it had been watching her to play sports in high school. Some told a few funny stories from back in the day, such as the time Brittany got an in school suspension for telling the wildly unpopular gym teacher to “Go fuck himself and stop staring at her tits.” But above all else where the many people that came up to Brittany to tell her that she and her potions had changed their lives. In particular was a trans woman, known as “Trey” in high school, who’d broken down into tears while telling Brittany how much better life had become since she’d transitioned magically into a ciswoman.
I watched the affair out of the corner of my eye while chatting up some of my old friends. Brittany, always the introvert (despite her size and fearsome reputation) hated crowds and particularly loathed being the center of attention. She clearly felt quite uncomfortable as person after person approached to thank her for all she done. Not even Brittany was immune to flattery! Soon the husky started smiling, laughing along with the crowd, getting quite chummy with a few of them! It was nice to see as was, in Brittany’s words, the “face” of Lewd Brews and the key to it’s success: handling the various photo ops, interviews, company parties… all the social obligations a company has and Brittany had no interest in. Hiding in her lab though meant Brittany rarely heard all the kind, uplifting things that people had to say about her products, her company. It was nice to watch Brittany get out of her lab and reap some of the fruits of her labor, not to mention get out of her Lewd Fortress of Solitude.
Things where going well, and I was happy as could be when suddenly. “Stupid bitch!” I grumbled under my breath. My friends all looked at my curiously, before following my line of sight and murmuring between themselves.Few had witnessed the fight between Brittany and Tia but it was the stuff of legends among the graduating class of 2011 and my entire group of friends where quite eager to see a rematch. It was funny, I supposed as everyone stood on their toes sensing blood in the water, that no matter of civilized or education one is they can’t seem to shake those primal urges: man or fur.
Tia was quite clearly intoxicated as she stumbled across the gym towards Brittany. I’d heard the rumors of her breast implants before tonight, but the mumblings I’d heard hadn’t done them justice. Massive, plastic looking things that looked most awkward and ungraceful, particularly in the way that Tia had them bursting from her to small dress. Clearly she’d wanted them to be the center of attention and it had worked, but certainly not in the way she’d been intending. I could see the smirk on Brittany’s face from across the room, her insult was clearly already locked and loaded.
I watched from afar, as there was little I’d be able to do! Hopefully Nathan would be able to keep them apart if it came to that. More and more people had started to notice Tia approaching Brittany and the gym grew quieter and quieter as the two furs drew closer. Only Tia didn’t seem to speak to Brittany at all, not from I could see at least. Instead she focused her attention on Nathan!
The poor husky looked rather bewildered and embarrassed as the drunk canine attempted to flirt with him right in front of his girlfriend. She pressed her large bust against his broad chest nuzzling him affectionally. It seemed she whispered something in his ear before Nathan could respond at all Brittany snapped out of her shock at the boldness of what Tia had just done. She grabbed the girl by the shoulders and ripped her away from her mate, tossing her across the room with all her strength. Tia went flying and both girls barred their teeth at one another as people started getting between the two to keep them separated.
“He didn’t want you in high school you cheap tramp, what makes you think some bolted on tits make him want you now?” Brittany shouted so loud I could clearly hear her across the gym. Now everyone was looking towards Brittany and Tia. However Brittany did the adult thing and sat back down, a little closer to Nathan than before, but otherwise acting as if nothing had happened. Tia, meanwhile, was dragged away by her friends as she shouted some unintelligible drunken slurs at Brittany.
Brittany whispered something in Nathan’s ear, and he nodded in affirmation. The two Furs stood up in unison and I watched Brittany exchange contact information with the people still gathered around her. I sighed deep in relief, thinking the worst was over and everything had worked out fine in the end. What I didn’t notice at the time was the mischievous look on Brittany’s face as she innocently made her way over towards Tia, who was now talking to some of her friends in center court. Yet again the gym grew quiet, Tia’s friends looking especially nervous as the two massive husky’s descended on oblivious Setter. But as Brittany walked by she didn’t raise a finger against Tia. Instead she pulled out a flask of blue liquid and tossed it at the canine. The blue potion arched perfectly through the air and lined right on her backside.
Tia jumped in surprise, feeling the liquid splashing against her fur. She wheeled around to face Brittany, her face twisted up in anger. “What the fuck!?” The Setter screamed. “You spilled your nasty drink all over my prefect fur? You jealous bitch!”
“Sorry about that!” Brittany said with a giggle and wave before quickly taking off with Nathan and exiting the gym in a rush.
An annoyed Tia tried to scrub the potion out of her fur, but the sticky substance clung to her long fur and she quickly gave up with a huff before returning to her conversation with her friends. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but whatever the topic of conversation I was confident it had something to do with Tia, particularly in the way she gestured towards her breasts: still trying to draw attention to them. But none was looking at Tia’s boobs, it seemed the whole gym had watched Brittany splash the potion against the canine’s backside and where now watching the big blue stain, wondering what was about to happen.
We didn’t have long to wait.
Tia started to blow up like a balloon, starting with her ass which made sense I suppose. That was where the potion had landed after all. At first the growth was so slow I wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually happening or I was just imagining it but sure enough it was swelling outwards: wider and fuller stretching her already tight dress to it’s limits. Personally I saw it as an improvement, who doesn’t like a nice full ass? But I knew Tia would be mortified when she realized it. For the time being though the hapless, clueless canine continued chatting away: seemingly without a car in the world even as the growth moved to other places on her body.
For a moment I thought Brittany had simply splashed Tia with a Humpable Rump potion, which surprised me. It seemed a little boring and insufficient punishment for the Irish Setter. Personally I would have like to have seen Brittany use the “Puffer Up” potion: an air expansion potion that would have her floating Aunt Marge style. A prefect punishment for someone filled with so much hot air all the time. But that’s when I saw her belly begin to bloat outwards. Not with the round, taut air inflation I’d been hoping for, but the pudgy inflation of fat packing onto her bulging belly. It filled out her skimpy red dress, threatening to turn outfit into something even more scandalous as it rode up her legs, threading to expose her new expanded ass. Her arms and legs didn’t pack on the pounds like her butt, but they where certainly flabbier then they had been a little bit ago.
The sounds of protesting fabric filled the room as the dress finally began to tear, patches of brown fur starting to poke out from the dress. Tia still obvious while everyone stared at her until finally even she took notice as the last of the fabric tore away and let Tia standing exposed in her bra and stretched out panties.
“What the fuck?” She cried in shock, looking down at her new bloated, ruined figure. Hot tears of embarrassment began to flow down her cheeks as people started laughing, although her friends hurried to throw a table cloth over her trying to help. Personally I thought it made her look even more ridiculous: but I certainly wasn’t getting involved!
“Brittany that fucking bitch!” Tia suddenly cried, her drunken brain finally having gotten to the bottom of the easiest “who done it” mystery on the planet. She tore from the gym, or waddled as fast as she could more accurately the sides of her still growing ass and swelling belly rubbing against the side of the double wide doors.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked on in utter pride in my mate. I wasn’t sure how many potions she’d come to the reunion armed with but she’d certainly picked the prefect one. With a huge flabby ass and massive Budda belly yet her large plastic breasts left unchanged Tia, somehow, looked even more ridiculous as she suddenly burst into tears and ran from the gym. Part of me felt bad for not feeling bad for the humiliated, tubby canine but really it was her that had picked the fight. Brittany had just finished it!
. . .
A few hours later I left the reunion to go find Brittany and Nathan. They where exactly where I thought I’d find them, the back seat of Brittany’s Bronco in a secluded corner of the church parking lot, just like they had done in high school. They where even naked, the scent of recent sex assaulting my nostrils as I opened the passenger door and crawled into the cab. It was quite a climb to get inside Brittany’s supersized truck.
“And you said high school reunions weren’t any fun!” I teased, looking over passenger seat at my two mates, cuddling under an old blanket.
“Well….” Brittany said reluctantly. “I’ll admit I had fun if you admit Tia hasn’t changed a bit.”
“That’s fair I suppose.” I laughed. “On the topic of people never changing Jessica Clark wants me to inform you you’ve been banned from all future reunions.”
“Eh, no big deal.” Brittany said with a disinterested shrug. “We’ll just have our own reunion at Lewd Brews. All the cool people will want to go to that one anyway!”
End
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