By: cmoney34
It was a busy day at Walmart on a stormy Friday evening. You were a female cashier named Stacey. You had this job for just over a year now. While that comes with a ton of experience it can also come with a lot of headaches from absurd customers and unfortunately today would be one of those days.
"Excuse me miss,"a random male customer in his 40s said. "Why are there two prices on some of the items in your store?" "Two prices? What exactly do you mean by that?," you asked. "Well I have some watermelons in my cart you see," the customer explained. The price sticker on them says $3.00, but I just saw you ring them up and they rung up for $6.00 each instead. What's up with that?" You didn't know exactly what was up with that, however you would begin to try to give some possible explanations. "Well, sir I don't know exactly what the issue is. However, I can make some educated guesses. It's either a tech error or one of the employees in charge of pricing made a mistake. I can get my manager to come to solve the issue if you like?" "Absolutely not!," the customer yelled. They're just going to come over here and say the higher price is the correct one and screw me over. I know how y'all operate." You tried to calm him down. "Sir I can assure your that our manager isn't shady like the ones you've probably dealt with before in your life. Just let me get them down here." "Are you a stupid Bitch?!," The customer had angrily responded. "I said I don't want them to come and damn it I don't want them to come. I think to be fair you should give me the lower price." With an admittedly smartass tone you responded. "First off sir don't call me out my name. Second, I just can't do that. I would be risking this job that I actually need to provide for myself." "Typical women," the customer had said in response. If it was a man instead he would have took the loss and gave them to me for the lower price. You just have to make things difficult. Why did we ever let y'all out of the kitchen?" Now you were mad. "Get the fuck out of the store before I call security to toss your fat ass out of here fucking idiot! It's not my fault you don't have a wife to pound your anger into!" The customer left their cart and stormed off. However, that wasn't the end of the situation.
Other customers had been filming the interaction and one of their videos ended up making it to your manager. You were almost to the end of your shift when they called you in. "Hey, uh Stacey we really need to talk." your manager had said. Already knowing what it was likely about you started to explain yourself. "Look, I know I went overboard. However, I originally tried to be nice to the guy. He didn't like that and proceeded to be a sexist POS. So I acted human and treated him accordingly. You know we all get mad." I understand getting mad and not tolerating sexism or any other bigotry in life. However you can't snap on customers. It's not a good look and can put me in trouble with the real higher ups. If it happens again I have to unfortunately fire you. I hope you understand it's nothing personal," your manager had explained. Oh my god, fine fucking fine! I'll try harder to keep my cool when dealing with the trials and tribulations of retail work," you responded. "Good, you can leave for the day now," your manager finished speaking.
Finally, you were able to leave work and go home to enjoy the rest of this storm day. The nightmare was over or so you thought. You eventually arrived home to your apartment unit you had been renting with your Roommate Rachel. You slowly but surely reached your front door hoping to go in and chill, however that wasn't happening. After opening the door you see the pigstye known as half your apartment unit. "Of course, of fucking course!!!," you yelled. There were dishes overfilling the kitchen sink, the kitchen and bathroom trash cans were overfilled and not taken out, the laundry basket was still full, and the bathroom smelled like a sewage monster lived in there. Rachel wasn't new to this. She had left the apartment looking like this on multiple occasions and it just so happens due to your already shitty work day, you have had enough. "Rachel, get your ass in here!!!," you yelled. "Sigh, here I come," she said. In walks Rachel a woman that looks like the dream type for many men, yet has the cleaning habits of Rigby from Regular Show." "What do you need?," she said in an angsty manner. You responded sternly, "I need you to get your shit together! I just had a hard day at work and coming home to this every now and then isn't helpful! Do you have some unknown allergy to cleaning?!" She responded "look, I'm sorry for the state of the apartment. However I had something better to do. Not trying to be rude." "Something better to do?," you asked. "Like what? You don't even have a real fucking job. You get paid for looking good through onlyfans. I wish I was that lucky with being born. Instead I'm just average, so I actually have to do real work and deal with bullshit like rude fucking customers!" "Sorry for you," Rachel said. "But that sounds like a personal problem, not mine. I didn't ask for these looks and this physique. I just happened to be blessed with it. Some people just happen to get the short end of the stick in life." You responded, "you may have a point, but you could at least put more of that internet pornstar money towards improving the place." No can do," Rachel responded swiftly. "I have stuff I want to buy and I will buy it when I can, when I want. I already have to pay half the rent here. You have a more consistent income, you do it."
"I worked hard to get it, unlike you!," you had yelled in response. "If anyone deserves to splurge on themselves it should be me. What the hell did I ever do in life to get stuck with a roommate like you?!" "Trust me the sentiment is shared!" "That's it, I'm not doing this shit anymore from your disrespectful and entitled ass!!!," you angrily responded." "Are you going to finally move?" Rachel asked. Nope, I'm going to tell the property manager about your filthy fucking habits and get your ass booted out for good!," you responded. Please don't Stacey, I need this place!," she pleaded. She had finally seemed fearful of her actions having repercussions. But it was too late your mind was already made up and you were on your way out the door. "Too fucking bad, your time is u..."
Before you could even finish your sentence, you were frozen in place somehow. As you were wondering in your head what happened, Rachel began to speak. "Poor poor Stacey. You should really be more nice to people," she answered. You never know who you're really dealing with." "What the hell does she mean," you thought to yourself. "Oh I forgot you didn't know," Rachel responded. "Let me explain not like it really matters anyway." "My dad may have been a normal human, but my mom was a witch. A good looking one too. When I was born I inherited her good looks and her witch powers. They weren't as advanced as hers when I first started actually using them, but she taught me how to get better with them and eventually reach her skill level. She can make mountains disappear, instantly change the weather, talk to animals, do mental math that would upset both Stephen Hawking and Einstein, etc."
"Where was she going with this?," you again thought to yourself. Rachel began to speak "I can't do any of that yet, however there are a few things I can do that would wow the average person. I know some people are visual learners, so instead of just telling you I'll show you too. (giggle)" "Oh man, I wonder if it's too late to apologize," you thought to yourself again. "Yep, it's unfortunately too late for that Stacey," Rachel responded even though you could no longer talk. "That's right, I can read minds and as you already know I can freeze a limited amount of people in place temporarily. Sure I would like to be until I change my mind, but hey I have to take what I can get for now. Now the next thing I can do is actually considered a dream for some mostly men, I wonder if it's one for you too. Either way it's too late to stop now." Rachel extended her hand, closed her eyes, and began to slowly make a fist. You felt your body temporarily disappearing despite it not being painful you eventually ceased to exist momentarily. It wouldn't be long however before you came back into existence, however still without the ability to move or talk. "Oh thank god, I'm back!," you thought to yourself with relief. "I sure as hell thought I was a goner. But something was obviously different. "Wait why it dark all of a sudden and (sniff sniff) what's that god forsaken smell?!"
Rachel opens her eyes, walks to the bathroom and begins to take off her clothes. Ass soon as she finishes undressing she turns around so her backside is facing the bathroom mirror and turns her head enough to check for something. "OMFG, it really worked!!!," she excitedly yelled. What had worked was you being absorbed and becoming one with Rachel's bodacious ass. "The Hell?!!," you thought to yourself. "Mom, said I could do this, however I never had a reason to try it and didn't know how successful it would be. Luckily for me it worked out fine, which might be bad for you," Rachel explained. "Oh great, how can it possibly get any worse than this?," you asked yourself. Oh you'll see," Rachel said with a dastardly look on her face. "Due to my lack of experience, you're lucky this transformation isn't permanent. However, I'm going to make you hate your existence while it lasts."
Rachel waved both her arms in a circle with her eyes closed and grunted. "(Ungh) yes yes yes," she said. What currently was happening was she was expanding her ass that you were currently part of to an extraordinary proportion that would even have BBL participants and those like love.randalin jealous. "That should do it," she said. She slaps her new out of this world ass to emphasize how big it had grown due to her magic." Is it over?! Please tell me this is over!," you thought to yourself. "Not by a long shot Stacey," Rachel said ominously. "Now it's time to get nasty, really nasty. My specialty as you and I both already know." "Oh no," you thought to yourself wondering what was left in store for you. But anyone using context clues could have made an educated guess on what Rachel still had planned.
"You seem to not enjoy the smell my moneymaker produces," Rachel said and lets out a small fart (brrap). "It sure would be a shame if I could make it even worse wouldn't it? Oh wait, I actually can. However, this bathroom simply won't do anymore and I.. I mean we need a more suitable place to do this won't we?" She does a small Twerk to remind you of your new place in life. Rachel began to speak "I know. The living room should be a fine place for this next act." Is she really going to fart in the living room?," you asked yourself. "Sure it's gross, but it's not anything unusual." "Oh you wish," said Rachel. You both enter the living room. Rachel looks around and prepares herself and you for whatever her next act was. She lays on the ground, grunts (ungh), and proceeds to let out the biggest fart any human has ever heard. (Bbbrrrraaaapppppffffttt) "Oh god, my breath tastes like rotten eggs, you thought to yourself." "We're not done here yet deary," Rachel interjected. She grunts again, this time even longer than usual (Uuunnnggghhh) her stomach also begins to rumble. Your new mouth/her anus begins to expand as wide as it possibly can and a torrent of turds so huge even dinosaurs couldn't compete started to emerge. The flatscreen TV, table, and couch you had put in the living room with your own money was pelted and covered with Rachel's Jurassic turds and they were still coming.
"You want me out of here so bad? That's fine, that's completely fine Rachel said." "This place stinks anyway. When this nightmare is done for you, you have a week's worth of cleaning to do if you're lucky and have some expensive items to replace. Enjoy the parting gift."