meeting your boyfriend's new woman (part 1 of series)
I am your boyfriends lover, you are his cleaner. Nothing more. He just isn't attracted to you anymore. For months i've been sending him photos of my round pert tits, my tight body and he loves it - haven't you noticed him sneak off to the bathroom with his phone, or close the internet when you enter the room? haha, you really are stupid. did you really expect him to put up with you for so long? I mean, he's told me all about the sex, how boring it is, how unsatisfied he is, how he has to close his eyes and imagine me just so he can climax. don't you have any sympathy for him?
take off your clothes. i want you to stand next to me and look in the mirror. you see? have you EVER been to a gym in your life? have you ever dieted, looked after yourself?
all i can see is a fat cow. your tits are sagging so low.. they're so flacid and deflated. how old are you? look at your breasts compared to mine and tell me whos your boyfriend prefers. you know the answer.
look at your fat stomach - your gut is bigger than your boyfriends, can you see your toes anymore? can your boyfriend even find your pussy?
the first rule is that you must always be covered up. neither me or your bf want to see that saggy body of yours again. wherever you go i want you in a t-shirt and pants, nothing tight or 'sexy' i want it baggy so none of your rolls of fat can peek through.
You will not wear make-up or do your hair, and you will be allowed just one shower a week - i don't want you using all of our hot water, your boyfriend and I love taking a steamy shower together in the morning - but i don't want you stinking out the place either.'
You begin to picture your new life, how ugly you're going to seem in your baggy clothes and greasy hair next to Lucy. you realise your boyfriend will never go back to you now.