Cinderella's take on the Fat Slags - Princess of Porn

Princess of Porn

'Oh, holy Jesus!' Cinderella stood on the spot jiggling her 44 double D's and wiggling her space-station arse. 'Call yourself a fucking Fairy Godmother? I said, 'make me SKINNY,' not make me SHIMMY, you deaf twat!'

                That'll teach you, you cheap little slut. 'Oh, Cinders, I'm so sorry, my little cherub of-'

                'Shut up, hag! Pray let me stop? I-I beg of you! I so need to sit!'

                The Fairy Godmother nodded. 'Of course you do, my sweet sugar plum.' That Syrup of Figs doesn't half do the trick! She swirled an 'S' in the air with her wand, showering sparkles of magical incandescence over Cinderella.

                'Not the sparkles! Not the fucking sparkles, PLEEEEE-?' Cinderella stopped shimmying. She sucked in her cheeks, turned the colour of borsht and promptly shat her g-string. 'Damn you, you familiar of Beelzebub! And that pernicious dust of yours! I can't bear the twinkling sight of it! Oh, how will I ever get to shag Prince Charming looking like an incontinent rhino?'

                FAG - Fairy Anne Godmother sighed. 'Cinders, my little-'

                'You and that half-wit dust! I'm ruined! If the Prince's dick isn't saluting me before midnight, I'm doomed to a life of Rampant Rabbits, cucumbers and ketchup bottles! Althooough, I do admit the Rabbit is rather good ... especially that new flicky-tongue function...'

                Fat lard-ass slag. Why did I have to get lumbered with you, you overly-sexed hump-back? Like what prince is gonna give you one? 'Hush, my little marshmallow. You must learn to trust the dust.'

                'Trust the dust? You must be fucking joking! I say 'slim' it makes me dim -'

                Ha! You did that all by yourself, fat-so. 'You must take control of the dust, flower. Be its master. Ditch the rhymes. The prince will be yours.' May you not grind his bones into flour.

                Cinderella tried to frown, but her fat-cells refused to wrinkle.  'OK, cobweb-crutch.' She focused every ounce of energy on the mantra, I must, I must, I must control the dust. Within moments, a shifting ball of glitter circled above her head.

                FAG smiled.

                'Dust. I COMMAND YOU. Make me slender and beautiful!' Rhyme that, fucker!

                Cinders rose into a shimmering cyclone.

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Cinderella's glass slippers hovered above the floor - so light-afoot! She opened her eyes and Prince Charming stood naked and glorious before her.

                'DUST! I command you, MAKE IT BIGGER!