Story is based on a lot of UK'isms, some people may not get some of the references, if unsure of any words used in the story, then Google is your friend
Lauren was your average somewhat attractive young woman. She had shoulder length brunette hair with petite breasts and a svelte frame.
The young woman was a straight-A student, and a bit of a social outcast. Whilst fellow students were out boozing at the weekends and having a good time, she was at home buried in her books.
Just turning 21, she had just started University this summer and had therefore moved out of her parents’ house, and just like any other student, she was looking for a bit of extra money to help her get by on.
Everyday she had been studying the university job noticeboard for the past week, looking for any opportunity’s that she hadn’t previously seen. Whilst scanning the board, she came across one that had only been placed this morning. “Young women for product testing wanted; 2-3 hours only, very limited places, £200 for successful participants".
£200 for 3 hours’ work? Lauren was ecstatic that such an opportunity had fallen into her lap. She grabbed the note off the board and immediately rang the number on the leaflet.
The phone was ringing for what seemed like an eternity to Lauren, eventually a woman’s voice came through the phone and announced herself as a receptionist for a local cosmetics company. The woman asked Lauren for some details about herself such as her height, hair colour etc.
Lauren was a bit cautious to be handing out so much information about herself over the phone to a stranger, however, the voice on the phone reassured Lauren that it purely for the purpose of ensuring she was suitable for the products that would be tested.
Reassured, Lauren provided all details that were asked of her. The woman on the phone declared that she was perfect for the trial. The voice on the phone was rather enthusiastic about having Lauren come to the cosmetic shop as soon as possible, she arranged an appointment slot for the afternoon and gave Lauren details of where she should go. After hanging up, Lauren knew she didn’t have much time to get to the shop, and immediately set off.
As Lauren approached the building she noticed that it looked a little run down and a bit out of the way, the young woman’s anxiety increased slightly at the state of the building, and deliberated not going in.
Nevertheless, £200 was £200 and she entered the building through a cracked, glass door into a small reception area. A woman at the reception desk greeted Lauren as she entered, the young woman immediately recognised the receptionists voice as the voice from the phone earlier.
The receptionist confirmed some details with Lauren, after which the receptionist hurriedly took the young woman through to a small empty room. The receptionist swiftly exited the room, back through the door they had both come in from, leaving Lauren puzzled as to why the room was empty and what the hell was going on.
Just as Lauren was beginning to regret this whole thing, she heard the door click, and the hiss of gas rushing into the room. The young woman panicked and tried to open the door, banging to get out, but it was locked. The gas slowly overcame the frantic girl and she passed out.
When Lauren awoke, she was strapped to what looked like a vertical table, in an x-shape raised off the floor. Looking around, Lauren discovered that she seemed to be in the sort of room you would see in a hospital or clinic, everything looked so clean and sanitised, the complete opposite of where she had entered.
Groggily, she looked down at herself, she realised very quickly that she was completely nude and exposed, panic ensued, with the young woman attempting to get out of her bindings, with no luck.
The young woman quickly became more and more distraught at the situation and began to shout for help, Lauren shouted for what felt like an eternity before a woman’s voice came from a speaker in the room, “Ahh, Lauren I see you're awake finally” She Immediately stopped squirming as her attention snapped to the voice in the room. Although the speaker was slightly distorted, Lauren recognised the voice from earlier. “You may wonder why you’re here. Well let me explain, you see I run a business where a client can submit an order for what you could call, ‘a customised, mail order bride’” Lauren’s apprehensiveness rose again with her beginning to struggle in her bonds, this caused the voice to bark at Lauren “Stop!”. Lauren froze as she realised that she was being watched too, the voice from the speaker continued. “The client in your case, is a little different from what I would usually work for.
She is a middle-aged council estate woman, with more sons than she can count, but no daughters, the last of her sons are just getting past the age where she can claim social benefits off them, and unfortunately she can’t bear any more children to keep the gravy train rolling. That’s where you come in; She wants me to turn you into her long-lost childbearing daughter who has come to back to live with her again!
Now usually due to the cost of this service, it’s usually some rich pervert looking to have a dolly bird hanging off his shoulder at his fancy parties, but as you can tell, this is a little different. The client, I mean, your ‘mum’, is not paying a dime, as I want to try some new experimental techniques for my paying clients. So, call this a favour for a friend. Besides, by the time I’m finished with you, there will be nothing beautiful about you Lauren!”
The speaker cut off with a static pop, the young woman frantically began panicking again, trying to free herself, but was quickly interrupted by the sound of machinery in the ceiling above her. Lauren looked up at the ceiling as it seemed to open inwards like a pair of doors. A full body length mirror started to lower down from the dark space above her, before settling about a metre in front of her, allowing Lauren a full view of herself in the reflection, and a good view of the coming changes to her body.
Lauren briefly observed the reflection of her perfect body in the mirror, quickly, a pipe with a nozzle on its end snaked its way down from the ceiling, stopping in front of her feet. The noise of a pump echoed around the room as a brown/orange coloured liquid was sprayed at her from the end of the nozzle frightening Lauren. The pipe worked its way up Lauren’s body making sure that the liquid got everywhere possible; she instinctively closed her eyes as the pipe reached her face. After a few minutes, the noise of the pump quietened as it had finished its job and the pipe began to recede back into the ceiling.
Lauren slowly opened her eyes and saw her reflection in the mirror and shrieked, from head to toe she was covered in a ridiculous amount of fake tan, the orange hue her body now gave off presented a remarkable resemblance to an Oompa Loompa.
Before Lauren had any chance to let the shock of her changed appearance sink in, another pipe just like the first slinked its way down from the ceiling and stopped in front of her pussy, same as before, the sound of a pump started up, but this time a clear liquid was sprayed from the nozzle onto the area around her pussy. Lauren clenched as the cool liquid hit her sensitive area, the liquid sprayed her for about 30 seconds before it ceased flowing, the pipe moved up her body with Lauren tracking its every move as it aimed itself at her armpit. The liquid began flowing again coating the armpit area briefly before stopping again. The process was repeated in her other armpit before the pipe receded back into the ceiling. Lauren was curious what had just happened, as the clear liquid seemed to soak into her skin, unlike the first which stained her skin. She however got her answer quite quickly, as within about 30 seconds, Lauren noticed that small black hairs had started to sprout in the areas the second nozzle had sprayed her.
The woman who had been observing Lauren, spoke over the speaker again to explain what had just happened. “Happy with the changes so far Lauren?” the woman mockingly laughed, “as you can see in the mirror, you now have a nice new tan, you need not worry about ever having to reapply that tan, as it's now a permanent part of your skin!” Laurens' eyes widened at the sound of those words, as she had thought that as bad as the tan looked, she could at least wash it off after she got away from this mad woman, those hopes had now just been dashed.
The voice went on to describe Laurens new found pubic hair “I see your new pubic hair is coming on nicely, in the next 5 minutes or so you will have a nice big bush and thick hairy underarms that will be fitting of your new persona. Trashy, lazy chavs keep it natural Lauren. Oh, and I wouldn’t bother trying to shave or wax them off, as they will grow back just as fast as they are growing now” Look I can see a nice mat forming already!” the woman laughed. The thought of having a mass of permanent pubic hair, made Lauren feel sick. “You look a little green their young lady, don’t give up on me now, we’ve only just begun…”
The next change in Laurens transformation involved altering her body. The straps holding Laurens legs in place were released, allowing her legs to swing around. The weight of herself swinging around put immense pressure and discomfort on her arms, until she found footing on a small pedestal which she could rest her weight on.
As she finished finding her feet, an open large metal box came down from the ceiling, Lauren looked quizzically at the box as it came down past her eye line, she could make out what looked like a large mould for her legs, with a mould above for her waist region and stomach. What struck her as odd, other than the metal box itself, was that the moulds seem like they could fit a person in much larger than herself. Lauren tried her best to try and swing out of the way as the metal box moved to envelop her body, but still heavily restricted by her arm restraints she couldn’t move far enough. The metal box closed and sealed itself around her lower body.
The young woman found that she still had a fair bit of room to move around inside, but was obviously going nowhere, as she was essentially sealed in a metal sarcophagus from the stomach down.
Within seconds of the box closing, Lauren began to feel a thick liquid filling up the empty void inside the moulds, the liquid made its way up her legs and past her waist region until it reached her stomach area. The thick liquid made it harder for Lauren to move around in the metal box, than what it had been before it had been pumped in.
With Lauren now essentially immobilised from the waist down, her arm restraints were released. The young woman immediately tried to open the metal box enveloping her lower body. She didn’t get very far though, two robotic arms shot out of the wall behind Lauren, and grabbed her hands. The robotic arms stretched Laurens arms out, whilst another pair of robotic arms pulled two rubber gloves over Laurens struggling hands, up her arms until they reached just before the armpit, at this point they were sealed shut with a type of wax.
The pair of gloves had a valve built into them; into which a nozzle attached itself to, from each of the robotic arms. The same liquid currently enveloping her body inside the metal box, was pumped into the gloves, until her arms became three times the size they were before the liquid was pumped in.
Once the liquid had finished pumping into the gloves, the nozzle was detached and the restraints holding her arms out were released. The shock of the added weight to her arms, caused them to flop straight down, before Lauren rather haphazardly raised them back up to observe them. The liquid sloshing around in the gloves made it hard for her to control her arms, as she struggled to look at her arms, she thought to herself, that they looked about the same size as what a rather obese woman would look like.
Before Lauren could contemplate anything else, she heard something moving around in the box, whilst focusing on the sound of the moving machinery in the box, she felt something slip into her pussy. Knowing full well that whatever it was felt very phallic like, she began to panic, and tried to move her hips away from it. The lack of manoeuvrability inside the mould, and the ever-thickening liquid made it impossible to escape its rhythmic pulsing in and out of her pussy, slowly she succumbed to the pleasure the device was providing her.
Whilst she was lost in the euphoria, she failed to notice what resembled a large metal bra come down from the ceiling, it positioned itself over her chest, sealed itself around her small pert breasts, two small needles inside each of the cups pierced into her nipples, if it wasn’t for the current state of euphoria that Lauren was feeling thanks to the device currently invading her pussy, the needles would have just caused her a rather large amount of pain.
After the needles had fully inserted themselves, they started pumping a liquid into her breasts that would steadily increase the size of her breasts to 46FF, much bigger than her current 34B.
After about 20 minutes of being teased by the phallic device in her pussy, its rhythm slowly began to increase to the point where it finally sent Lauren over the edge, she screamed in ecstasy and began to orgasm as the device “shot its load into her”. The device had just inseminated Lauren with the seed of a random person who she didn’t even know, this semen had been modified in such a way that it would result in a 100% percent chance of pregnancy, Lauren was well on her way to being a single parent, and the perfect example of a Chavette.
After a few minutes, Lauren started to come around from her feeling of euphoria. The phallic device withdrew from her, its job was finished. The Bra like device, uncoupled itself from her now heaving tits and withdrew back into the ceiling. The gloves she was wearing were removed by the robotic arms from earlier, but no liquid was to be seen. Whilst she was still groggy, her arms were strapped back into the position she was in earlier with her arms pointing up into an X shape. The metal box opened, filling the room with steam from the changes it had just performed to Laurens body and receded back up into the ceiling.
As Lauren started to regain her senses again fully, the steam had just begun to dissipate. Lauren got a good look at herself for the first time since the start of her physical changes, to say she was shocked was an understatement, if her jaw could have hit the floor it would have hit with a massive bang.
As she looked at her body, from the neck down she was now a chubby young woman, here petite frame gone forever. Laughing was heard from over the speaker system as the operator observed the shock on Laurens' face.
“How do you like your new body Lauren?” the woman teased. “That liquid from earlier that was surrounding your body is now inside your body!”
Lauren realised that the feeling she had earlier, when she thought the liquid was getting thicker, was actually in fact, because her body was getting bigger, and was beginning to fit the moulds around her body.
Lauren wept at the sight of her new body. Her ankles and calves had merged into hideous cankles. She now possessed a pair of thunder thighs that would slap together wherever she walked. Her ass had ballooned to epic proportions, it was big saggy and full of cellulite just like her thighs. Her pussy hairs had grown to their fullest length, and resembled a glistening carpet of sweat and semen that had leaked out of her pussy from her earlier fucking. The phallus from earlier had stretched her pussy so that it was no longer nice and tight, but was as loose as a prostitute with 40 years’ experience.
Moving up her body, her stomach had ballooned out and was sagging considerably with stretchmarks scattered all over. Her pert breasts were now humongous, heavy and saggy. Already they had begun lactating, even though her pregnancy was still at such an early stage. Her arms that had also been encased in the liquid, had ballooned in size, with visible signs of stretch marks and early signs of bingo wings.
“Well aren’t we starting to look the part now finally?” the woman teased, “Well your body does, but your face doesn’t”.
Lauren, who had been speechless all the way through this ordeal, finally shouted in her sweet voice; “Please stop this! Reverse these changes, let me go and I won’t tell anyone, please…” The woman laughed heartily through the speaker “Well, why didn’t you mention that earlier? I might’ve let you go” she lied. “Besides it’s too late now, time for your makeover!” The woman laughed, pressed a button and the next phase began.
Lauren, who was busy feeling sorry for herself, was suddenly surprised when a clamp came out of the wall and held her head in place, Lauren tried to shake free but couldn’t move at all. A pair of buzzing electrical hair clippers began to lower from the ceiling; Lauren knew immediately what they were, and began to hasten her struggle against the head clamp to no avail.
The first lock of her beautiful brunette hair fell in front of her eyes, and onto the floor. The sight of the falling hair sent Lauren over the edge; she ceased her struggle and just cried as the clippers went to work. After about 10 minutes, the clippers had finished their job, and retreated back into the ceiling from whence they came.
Lauren looked up at her reflection in the mirror, her beautiful hair gone. As she was pondering over her new look, a strange looking helmet device worked its way over her, and plonked itself down on top of her head.
Lauren was curious what more damage could be done to her head, she had already lost all of her precious hair. A few seconds later she got her answer in the form of a small pin prick to the head. “ouch” Lauren muttered, this was followed by another, and another, and another.... this went on for about another 10 minutes, after a while she got used to the pin pricks and just let the helmet finish whatever it was doing. Once the pin pricks ceased, she felt her head starting to get warmer and warmer, almost like she was under a hairdryer. This went on for another 10 minutes or so, before the helmet finished and went back up into the ceiling.
What she saw in the reflection of the mirror amazed Lauren. Her hair was back, in a fashion. Laurens' hair was now slightly longer than it had previously been, however, it was now bottle blonde yellow, her hair had been stripped of all life and shininess that her previous hair possessed, and looked as if it had been dyed too frequently. Lauren, although happy to see that she was no longer bald, was disgusted by the colour and texture of her new hair, and it was about to get worse.
One of the hoses from earlier came down from the ceiling, and sprayed her hair with a greasy liquid; this was massaged into her scalp by a mechanical hand until it was well worked in. Once they had both finished their job, they disappeared again. Lauren looked at her hair and noticed it now glistened in the light. Whilst she was observing her new hair, one of the robotic arms from earlier grabbed her hair, and styled it into a ponytail. Her new hairdo showed off the length in her new hair perfectly.
The voice came over the speaker again, “How do you like your new hair?” Lauren shot back “it's hideous!” the woman on the speaker retorted “Well you better get used to it, it isn’t changing for anyone. The pin pricks you felt earlier were your hair follicles changing to your current hair colour, that’s right, your hair is now permanently bottle blonde yellow, and your hair will be forever Lifeless, Stale, Frizzy and Greasy. No amount of shampoo will ever fix it, no dye will ever work on it, and if you decide to cut your hair, it will grow back exactly the same!” Lauren stared into the mirror despondently, could her hair really be stuck like this? “And with that let’s get back on with the show!”
A mask lowered down from the ceiling and settled in from of Laurens' face. The mask forced Laurens lips together and a needle injected a substance into each of her lips, Lauren tried to move away but was still held in place by the head clamp. The substance snaked itself about Laurens' face. Her face which up to know had not seen any changes, was about to go through some major ones. Laurens face was now numbed by a powerful local anaesthetic, to enable her changes. The young woman’s neck and face, grew fuller to match her newly gained weight, she gained a double chin and her lips plumped up into a perfect pair of thick, fuck me lips.
Her mouth was clamped open and her perfect pearly white teeth removed one by one. In their place, a set of false teeth were placed in. The false teeth were a far cry from the perfect teeth Lauren had up till now possessed. They were stained yellow from the years of poor dental hygiene and smoking that Laurens new persona will have abused over the years, her teeth were not straight with gaps in places due to missing teeth.
Whilst her mouth was still clamped open, a pipe was fed into her mouth and she was forced to swallow a foul-tasting liquid. Lauren tried to refuse the liquid, but almost choked. She just drank the liquid and hoped for the best.
Unfortunately for Lauren, it would not be for best at all.
The liquid contained all sorts of nasty chemicals designed to alter her body permanently. A concentrated mixture of nicotine and other chemicals would be ingested, this would make her a chain smoker for life, and cause her to have permanent ashtray smelling breath. Another chemical invaded her liver, and made her alcohol dependent. Her libido would become insatiable; she will want to fuck anything that has a cock. Laurens Ovaries will become enhanced, every time she has sex, there will be 99.9% chance she will become pregnant, perfect for breeding future children. Her vocal chords will be altered, no longer will her voice be sweet and sultry as it was, now it will be a gruff voice, exactly like someone who has smoked most of her life and for as long as she can remember.
Once the foul liquid was fully consumed by the unwitting girl, the pipe withdrew from her mouth, and the mouth clamp removed itself.
The mask carried on its work. Laurens now plumped up lips were coated in a permanent glossy red lipstick, which would never come off, and was fully waterproof. for all intents and purposes, it was part of her now.
A small painless needle went into each eyeball and changed the colour of Laurens irises from Brown to Blue. A laser went to work removing her natural eyebrows, removing her follicles so they never came back. After they had been removed, a tattoo gun went to work painting on a pair of big cheap looking black eyebrows that looked completely ridiculous, but looked exactly like the ones a cheap Chavette would wear.
Once the main changes to her face were complete some cheap looking permanent makeup was applied by the mask. Foundation was spread over her face that made her look even more orange than she already was, gratuitous amounts of eyeliner were added around her eyes akin to a panda, bright pink eyeshadow was liberally applied around her eyes, a thick pair of large hoop earrings were put through her ears and copious amounts of pink blusher were splashed onto her cheeks. After the permanent makeup was applied, the mask moved away from her face and disappeared out of view, the head clamp finally released Lauren, allowing her to move her head again.
Lauren looked at the mirror, she could now see what she looked like and screamed: “What have you done to my face?” Lauren recoiled at the sound of her voice “What have you done to my voice?!” It was all too much for Lauren, and she broke down in tears. The voice mockingly came over the speaker again “I take it you don’t like your new look then? No worries, we’re nearly finished now. We just need to get you dressed!”
Laurens arm restraints moved from holding her arms in place, and positioned themselves under her armpits to lift her up, Lauren struggled whilst she was being lifted, kicking out at the robotic arms that were trying to restrain her legs.
The robotic arms got the best of her and held her legs still, whilst a pair of pink knickers were pulled up her legs and around her waist, the knickers were a bit too small for Lauren and rode into her backside slightly.
Next, a cheap pair of skin tight black leggings were pulled up the struggling women’s legs, the cheapness of the leggings, meant that you could almost see straight through them and you could definitely see her big pink knickers, alas the new Lauren soon wouldn’t care less.
A cheap, fake pair of Blue fluffy UGG Boots, were positioned directly below Lauren, obviously, she wouldn't be able to afford real ones, so she will have to make do with the fake ones. These will do a fine job of messing up her posture in no time.
Once the boots were in position, she was lowered into the awaiting UGG boots. The robotic arms forcefully positioned Laurens struggling feet into the soft boots, ensuring the leggings were tucked into the boots. She was now for the first time in hours, standing on her own two feet.
Once Lauren was stood on the floor she tried to force herself away from the robotic arms, but her feet remained held firmly in place. The robotic arms that were holding the upper half of her body lifted her arms straight up into the air again, a bright pink bra was pulled over Laurens massive sagging tits, she was actually quite relieved at this as the weight of her new boobs was killing her back.
After the bra was clasped closed, a black, 2 sized too small, low cut top was pulled over Laurens' head, it only covered half of her stomach and left her cleavage very exposed. Lauren wouldn’t wear anything like this, but the new Lauren would as it would be showing off her “prized assets”.
To finish off the outfit a big pink faux fur coat was pulled over Laurens back. Lauren hated fur, and the thought of wearing this gaudy pink one revolted her, regardless of the fact the coat that she was being forced to wear was fake. Laurens' struggling arms were forced down the sleeves of the coat and her hands out the end. Laurens outfit was finished, she looked in the mirror at the finished outfit and cried, she looked nothing like she used to and would never again, from the yellow hair to the blue UGG’s everything screamed trashy and that’s just what had been ordered.
As Lauren was held in place by the arms, the mirror went back into the ceiling and the woman’s voice came through the speaker again, “How do you like your new outfit, Lauren?” Lauren just whimpered. “I think you will come to like it Lauren. Actually, I think it’s time to call you something else more fitting of your new look, I think the name Lauren is too good of a name for you now, How about Chantelle? Hmm, Chantelle it is! So, Chantelle, are you ready?” Lauren refused to be called Chantelle and ignored the voice. “hmm well like it or not it’s time to finish the job”.
Lauren heard a sound from above and saw a chair begin to peak through from the ceiling, slowly it lowered onto the floor facing her, until it landed 2 or 3 metres in front of Lauren. It had straps on the arms and the legs, a weird helmet device and vibrator sticking out the seat.
The voice crackled through the speakers again “This chair will turn you into Chantelle, Lauren will be no more after you have sat in that chair, you will become a chain smoking, alcoholic, sex obsessed, pregnant, jobless layabout for the rest of your life, you will not remember your past life, only the life of Chantelle. Goodbye Lauren”
Lauren stood confused, what the hell was that thing and could it actually do any of that? Whilst Lauren was pondering the machine, the arms restraining her began to move and force her towards the chair. “Noooooo, Stop Please, Nooooo” Lauren screamed as she was pushed further and further towards the chair. Lauren tried to resist the arms, but her stupid footwear and her now much larger frame, left her with no chance at all. Once the arms had pushed Lauren close enough to the chair, they span her around; at this point, Lauren was inconsolable with tears.
The robotic arms forced her to sit down; her feet were positioned and strapped to the leg restraints. The arm restraints were harder to put on as she struggled against the robotic arms, eventually they got the better of Lauren, and squashed the straps down over her fur coat, immobilising her arms to the chair. Another restraint from the back of the chair was tied around Laurens midsection, this pushed her heaving tits up, making them look even bigger and about to spill out. It also pulled the undone fur coat closed over her stomach, this really showed of her massive belly and had the intended effect of restraining her further.
Lauren could see outside of her peripheral vision, that the Helmet was lowering down, it didn’t touch her head and instead just hovered above her new blonde, greasy hair. Lauren bucked and struggled to try to get free, but she was well and truly secured.
The woman came over the speaker one last time “Well Lauren… Sorry, Chantelle, this is it, that machine you’re sat in is one good piece of kit. Essentially that vibrator you’re sat on will never stop, it will be relentless, and when you finally orgasm, Lauren will cease to exist, new memories will override your current ones, Chantelle will truly become Queen of the chavs. Any last words?”
Lauren just sobbed “Please don’t do this” the voice laughed, “I thought you might’ve thought of something better to say than that! oh well, never mind, goodbye Lauren…” the speaker crackled, followed by a static pop. There were a few moments of silence after the speaker became silent, Lauren just sat there and looked around, waiting for the inevitable, and then it began.
She felt something push into her thin leggings, and could feel the invader touching her pussy lips through the thin material, she immediately recognised it as the vibrator from earlier, Lauren struggles to move her hips away from the device but only succeeded in ensuring the device was able to bury itself further into her pussy. A few seconds later the vibrator powered up and Laurens' eyes widened.
The relentless buzzing tormented Lauren for what felt like an eternity, Lauren bucked in the chair trying to escape, but she just heightened her arousal further as she rubbed the vibrator into her pussy.
The crotch of her leggings was now soaked with her pussy juices, she knew it would not be long till the inevitable happened. She tried to resist the temptation to orgasm for about 20 minutes before she finally gave in with an almighty cry. Lauren realised what she had done, but absorbed by the orgasm, she didn’t even try to resist.
The helmet lit up and plopped itself onto Lauren head. She felt new memories flooding into her mind, Memories of her old life were replaced with those of Chantelle’s, her old family replaced by her new 4 brothers and her new mum, her university education gone, replaced by memories of her first smoke behind the bin sheds at school, her first fuck for a pack of fags, countless nights out fucking whoever she could get her hands on for some free booze. The flood of new information was too much for Lauren and she passed out, Lauren had ceased to be.
As the young woman came around, Chantelle’s persona had taken over, the trashy woman was still strapped to the chair looking around the room, and with a gruff voice said “the fuck is this place? I know that guy from the pub was into some kinky shit, but I didn’t sign up for some BDSM crap, wait till I get my hands on that asshole”.
With that, the transformation to Chantelle was complete, the woman behind the speaker laughed to herself, as she pressed a button that released gas to knock Chantelle out.
When Chantelle woke up later it was mid-afternoon and she was at her mum’s house, getting herself up out of bed she went downstairs, her mum asked her “rough night?” Chantelle groggily replied “Yeah, some dickhead from the pub tried some “50 Shades” bondage shit on with me.” Her mum just laughed at her. Chantelle then tried to remember how she got home, but couldn’t. She just put it down to getting too “mortaled” the night before.
Chantelle reached for her “Morning” fag, as she reached for one, she noticed her packet was half empty, she shouted at her mum “Mum, stop takin my fuckin fags will ya.” her mum replied, “Well you shouldn’t be smoking with a baby, Chan”. Chantelle replied, “Who the fuck cares Mum, I’ll smoke and drink all I want, you did with all of us!” Her mum smirked to herself because she was right, she didn’t really care what Chantelle did, she just saw the gravy train starting again.