I want their eyes on me tonight, I want to make them look.
I know lots of the girls will be wearing these Carrier dresses, maybe they'll even put little manikins inside them to fill them out the way they’re meant to be filled out. Oh god haha, I wish I had one that looked like him. I swear, all the girls at this place may be turning into Amazons, but none of them are going to look half as hot as me, not even that new busload of uber-bitches stand a chance. I’ve put on some weight, yeah, but he likes us heavy.
He’s going to notice the outfit. Even if I don’t have his manikin I'm going to make him picture it, make him think about what it’d be like to spend his shrunken little night inside my dress, smushed onto my right tit, or along my hip, right inside one of these flesh windows where he can see out past his strappy little cage. I know he’ll think about it, it’s the way guys are today. They all want to be small and inferior. I just wish the perfume was ready, so I could start getting him addicted to me. But in the meantime he’s still her junkie, the queen of the bimbo bees. Knowing her she’ll probably tether him for the first time tonight - women are starting to do that, too. She’ll want to show all the cameras exactly who this new vulni prince, Mr. Famous, belongs to. Well, he may get leashed to her, but soon I’ll make him beg to be mine.
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thx to RiF for edits