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As you look across the street from your window, you see the worst person ever. She bullies everyone on the street if they don't praise her so called excellence. You can't help but get turned on though, she had amazing tits and a skinny waist. You usually jerked off to her. Never in your life however did you worship her. After she made the little girl cry, she glared to my window and gave me a disgusted look. You shiver slightly as she glares at you. You close the blinds and windows and go back to your room, but you realise, there's a cute pink top on your bed. "How did that get here?" You wondered as you went to go inspect it. You picked it up to see if it had a name on it, but there was none, you looked back on your bed and saw a white shirt with pink shorts, you look back at the jacket but can't seem to find it, it was in your hands a minute ago, where did they go? When you looked at your bed the shorts and shirt were gone too, are you going crazy or something? "Is it cold in here? I don't remember it being so cold." You ask yourself as you shrug the idea of clothing off and go to the living room. However, the thought of cute and sexy clothes didn't strike as strange, you felt a joy in thinking of them. The thought of it made you feel empowering and sexy. A sudden pressure struck your body as your waist shrunk and your hips widened. The pressure felt so nice, you liked your new hourglass figure, you felt two amazing breasts grow on your chest, you couldn't help but feel how sensitive they were, your new soft delicate fingers cupped your tit, making you moan in such a sexy way. You look down to see the jacket and white shirt on, the breasts have a great window for anyone to see them. You then begin to feel a swelling in your ass. You look back and see your ass growing in size. You quickly looked for a mirror, you checked out your changing body. Looking at it made you feel so sexy and empowering. You saw your hair burst out in blonde delight, and beginning to tie itself into a long ponytail. You witnessed as your face began to fill with makeup, as your lips became these plump, huge cock pillows, you just had to pout them and blow a kiss. That kiss was what sent you, you could get anyone but still not allow them to get you. Your body was amazing. However, you see a lump in your cute shorts, you look at it in disgust and it quickly shrinks away. You feel womanhood enter your system, making you feel so confident and sexy. You looked at your reflection and smiled devilishly, "That biatch won't know what hit her." You tell yourself as you snicker. You leave your house and see the biatch from earlier. You two lock eyes as you smirk at each other, "I see you've like filled out nicely." She snickered. "Uhhh yeah like of course I have, you jealous honey?" You responded to her. "Nice joke hun, but I'm like way hotter." She told you. "Yeah sure honey, we'll like see at the pool party. Biatch." You put your middle finger up at her as you strut away, knowing full well you two are going to get along so well, that no one will ever want to say no to the two. That's what it means to be Dat Biatch.

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As you look across the street from your window, you see the worst person ever. She bullies everyone on the street if they don't praise her so called excellence. You can't help but get turned on though, she had amazing tits and a skinny waist. You usually jerked off to her. Never in your life however did you worship her. After she made the little girl cry, she glared to my window and gave me a disgusted look. You shiver slightly as she glares at you. You close the blinds and windows and go back to your room, but you realise, there's a cute pink top on your bed. "How did that get here?" You wondered as you went to go inspect it. You picked it up to see if it had a name on it, but there was none, you looked back on your bed and saw a white shirt with pink shorts, you look back at the jacket but can't seem to find it, it was in your hands a minute ago, where did they go? When you looked at your bed the shorts and shirt were gone too, are you going crazy or something? "Is it cold in here? I don't remember it being so cold." You ask yourself as you shrug the idea of clothing off and go to the living room. However, the thought of cute and sexy clothes didn't strike as strange, you felt a joy in thinking of them. The thought of it made you feel empowering and sexy. A sudden pressure struck your body as your waist shrunk and your hips widened. The pressure felt so nice, you liked your new hourglass figure, you felt two amazing breasts grow on your chest, you couldn't help but feel how sensitive they were, your new soft delicate fingers cupped your tit, making you moan in such a sexy way. You look down to see the jacket and white shirt on, the breasts have a great window for anyone to see them. You then begin to feel a swelling in your ass. You look back and see your ass growing in size. You quickly looked for a mirror, you checked out your changing body. Looking at it made you feel so sexy and empowering. You saw your hair burst out in blonde delight, and beginning to tie itself into a long ponytail. You witnessed as your face began to fill with makeup, as your lips became these plump, huge cock pillows, you just had to pout them and blow a kiss. That kiss was what sent you, you could get anyone but still not allow them to get you. Your body was amazing. However, you see a lump in your cute shorts, you look at it in disgust and it quickly shrinks away. You feel womanhood enter your system, making you feel so confident and sexy. You looked at your reflection and smiled devilishly, "That biatch won't know what hit her." You tell yourself as you snicker. You leave your house and see the biatch from earlier. You two lock eyes as you smirk at each other, "I see you've like filled out nicely." She snickered. "Uhhh yeah like of course I have, you jealous honey?" You responded to her. "Nice joke hun, but I'm like way hotter." She told you. "Yeah sure honey, we'll like see at the pool party. Biatch." You put your middle finger up at her as you strut away, knowing full well you two are going to get along so well, that no one will ever want to say no to the two. That's what it means to be Dat Biatch.