The Terror

“OMG,” said Brittany. “Her butt is so big!”

Though new to the school, Brittany’s looks ensured she was popular, and she used that popularity like a terror weapon.

“Don’t talk about Angie’s butt,” hissed the girls around her. “It’s not safe.”

“Why not?” she laughed. “It’s huge!”

In the locker room, Angie was shunned by the other girls. Alone, she took off her swimsuit and breathed a sigh of relief. It was hard to squeeze into that thing, but there were advantages…

As her tentacles oozed over the lockers, Angie smiled.

Brittany would discover who the school’s true terror was, today.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/15/17-may-2019/