Chapter 1 - Linda POV

Disclaimer: This story contains mature themes including explicit language, manipulation, substance abuse, sexual scenes and erotic female weight gain. Reader discretion is advised.

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“Jennifer! JEN-NI-FER!” Linda screamed furiously. The whole mansion was trembling to the beat of some shitty pop song turned to maximum volume. As she made her way through the hallway, the music intensified. Once she reached the door to her step-daughter’s bedroom, from which the cacophony originated, the noise became almost unbearable. Damn that little bitch! she thought.


“JENNIFER!” Linda screamed once again, though she hardly heard her own voice through the ear-piercing noise. She took a deep breath, slammed the door open and walked in.

The rather spacious – some (including Linda) would even say unnecessarily spacious – bedroom was an absolute mess: clothes were scattered all over the place accompanied by empty make-up bottles, used paper tissues and discarded candy wrappers. What a fucking trashyard… The chaotic state of the place could be considered normative, given the girl was seventeen, but the view made Linda angry nonetheless. But what enraged her even more was the fact the bedroom was EMPTY. What a slippery little minx…


Linda quickly approached Jennifer’s trash-covered desk and pressed the mute button on her step-daughter’s laptop, turning off the deafening music. She took a few seconds to appreciate the sudden silence. Then, she made her way to the open - window which her supposed-to-be-grounded step-daughter had used as an escape route - and closed it angrily.

Fuck, she thought. Situations like this made her wonder if the whole gold-digger-turns-murderer scheme she pulled off was really worth it. Of course, the amount of money she inherited from Jennifer’s late father was tremendous… but the fact her step-daughter survived the car ‘accident’ that was supposed to kill her along with her father, made Linda sick with anger.


Not only she had to spend the last couple of years raising up a bratty teenager who absolutely hated her guts, but she was now death-scared that once of legal age, her step-daughter would sue her over the whole heritage. Suddenly, she looked back at the computer screen, wondering. She opened it again, a sly smirk forming on her lips.


“Well, not the smartest cookie in the jar, are we?” Linda said in a cold voice. Always password-protect your devices, kids, she thought. Just out of curiosity, she clicked on the messaging app.


Well, well, well… somebody is already whoring around… Linda mused to herself as she scrolled through multiple conversations with several different boys. What is wrong with this generation? she wondered, looking at the shameless display of dick pics, nudes and explicit text messages.


No wonder she is such a slut, having that perfect young body of hers… she thought as she eyed down a selfie her step-daughter had recently sent to one of the boys. In the picture Jennifer posed just in black lingerie, sprawled on her bed, her milk-white skin complimenting her dark brown eyes. Her toned physique was only accentuated by her long legs, slender arms, and sharp facial features. By no means bony, Jennifer had just the right amount of curves. She was beautiful, but more importantly, she was hot. No matter how much Linda hated that brat, she could not deny her step-daughter had really blossomed in both beauty and sex-appeal. Even if Linda was twenty years younger, Jennifer would look like a supermodel next to her. And Linda despised her for that.


Suddenly, Linda’s phone began to ring, interrupting her thoughts. She looked at the screen and frowned. Jennifer.


Irritated, Linda picked it up.


“Fuck you, Lindaaaa!” sang a drunken female voice, followed by crowd laughter in the background.


“You are grounded for another two weeks for this, young lady,” said Linda in a calm voice, ignoring the insult, “now get your ass back here right now, or I will make it a month!”


“Well, you’ll… ehm… you’ll have to pick me up… I’m… I’m at McIrvins. Josh is throwing a party, so…”


Unbelievable, Linda thought, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. And with a resigned “Ok, I’ll be there,” she terminated the phone call. She took another look at the photo of her step-daughter posing seductively in lingerie and sighed.


With this much partying, she should have at least had developed a beer belly by now or something… she mused, staring at Jennifer’s perfectly toned, flat stomach. A moment of sudden revelation brought a wide smile to her face. She just got the craziest idea ever.