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One bitchy mom bullies another

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One bitchy mom bullies another
« on: March 10, 2023, 01:48:09 PM »
Ming loved being a wife, loved being a mom, and loved being a bitch. Shit talking the other moms at the playground, leaving good tips but being cxnty to servers, telling her husband that he wasn’t pushing their son hard enough in kindergarten mathematics while she pinned him down and fucked his toned little body and long hard dick.

So Ming was hanging out at the park where her son was playing on the playground. Usually the hired help did this but today Ming felt like getting out in the sun. As the kids laughed and played, Ming listened to the other moms talk about mom stuff. Eventually things turned to the issue of weigh and body image when one mom started talking about how she was feeling like she just couldn’t keep the weight off no matter how much she tried to diet. This spurred the standard set of reassurances and stories from the other moms about weight loss journeys, unrealistic social expectations, still wanting to feel pretty, and all that.

To this earnest conversation, Ming added the following comment:

“You know, speaking of weight gain, Marsha has turned into a real cow. She’s really let herself go.”

The other moms were surprised by the sudden call-out. After giving birth Marsha had, of course, put on weight, and who could blame a new mom for leaving the rituals of makeup and the gym behind as balancing daycare and work and chores around the house took over? Marsha had also suffered from a little bit of postpartum depression, and was taking some medication that impacted her appetite. Yes, she did put on a few pounds, and the medication was totally worth it.

No one knew how to respond to Ming’s sudden accusatory comment.

Ming was, of course, aware of all this, but was being a bitch. “I mean, it’s fine to make fat choices for yourself, but when you have a kid you have a responsibility to not model being a chubby loser.”

Marsha, who was actually sitting in earshot, could hardly believe what she was hearing. How could someone be such a bitch? She barely even knew Ming as an acquaintance of an acquaintance. They maybe showed up at the same party once or twice a year and didn’t even talk.

Marsha shook her head and focused on watching the kids play.

Later that night, while Marsha was doing the dishes, the notifications on her phone dinged. It was a text from an unknown number.
“I know you heard me in the park.”
Marsha was taken aback by the text. She deleted it. and went back to the dishes.
Her notifications dinged again: “Wanna do something about it?”
Marsh knew who it was, but told herself she was just going to block the number and not engage. Ming was being too mean for any of this to be real. Maybe this is some kind of strange joke? Maybe Ming was getting off on playing the heel and had looped Marsha into her weird little fantasy?
Not sure what she was doing, Marsha texted back:
“I don’t know what kind of strange game you are playing, but leave me out of it. You clearly have some issues to sort out and I hope you get the help you need.”
Seconds after Marsha sent the text, a “heart” reaction appeared on the message she had sent.
“so u wanna fight?”
Marsha just stared the phone. Of course she didn’t want to fight. This was totally insane.

As Marsha continued washing the dishes, she could feel herself getting got more and more angry, and her mind went back to the only fight she had ever been in. It had been back when she was just 20 years old, wearing booty shorts and a cutoff t-shirt to the college football game, showing off her then-much-tighter body and her at the time still massive tits. She had been feeling herself, very ready to take some hot dick from a dumb frat boy. A little 18-year-old who was also wearing booty shorts and a cutoff tee had bumped into her and spilled drinks all over both of their tits had called her a “fucking cow” (as in “watch where you are going you fucking cow”). That comment immediately ignited a booze fuel confrontation where Marsha punched the bitch in the face while her opponent kicked her in the crotch and tore the shoulder off her shirt. Marsha had always thought she could have won that fight if they had been allowed to continue, but they were pulled apart in seconds.

Later that night, as Marsha was reminiscing, a date, time, and hotel with a room number appeared on Marsha’s phone from the same number. Then a winking emoji.

On the predetermined date, Marsha told her husband that she was going out to take some “me time” and drove, like a moth to a flame, to the hotel.

As she knocked on the door, Marsha’s heart was pounding. She didn’t quite know what to expect. Ming opened the door, smiling, naked under a robe, looking like she had just gotten out of a warm shower.

“Looks like the angry cow came to try to do something about it.”

Marsha couldn’t think of a retort. She just followed Ming partway into the room and felt herself getting more and more furious.

Marsha put up her fists in front of her massive tits, ready to absolutely bash the shit out of that skinny cxnt.

Unfortunately, that was not going to happen. Marsha should have suspected, but didn’t know, that her one little sort-of-fight ten years ago was no kind of preparation to fight a bitch like Ming. Her tight body had only softened a little bit when she had her son, and now that she was back to exercising and starting fights on a regular basis for the last four years, she was a vicious machine.

Ming simply let the robe fall to the floor, admiring herself in the mirror and basking in the sunlight from the window.

As Marsha approached, uncertainly, filled with nervous rage but not quite sure how to throw a punch, Ming went straight for the kill, jamming her fist directly into the big cow’s throat and slammed her knee into Marsha’s stomach. Before the bullied mother could do anything , she was curled up on the ground, not even prepared to cry, in total shock at how quickly she was getting her ass kicked. Ming just smirked and straddled her prey, settling into the satisfying rhythm of punching another loser into a bloody mess on the floor.

Marsha sobbed as blow after blow landed in her face. “Please, I give up, you win, you fucking win.”

“Is that all you got? Worthless cxnt, common, fight back.”

Ming slapped her prey lightly on the face, loosening her pin, hoping to see some spirit. But to no avail. Marsha just kept sobbing and begging for the punishment to end.

Ming sighed and got up. The second Marsha had a chance she scrambled for the door and and ran away, crying down the hall.

Ming was disappointed. It had been really easy to goad Marsha into a fight, but the result was a big let-down. Ming was already itching for another brawl.

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Re: One bitchy mom bullies another
« Reply #1 on: March 10, 2023, 02:16:14 PM »
This Ming bitch is aching for a total defeat by a better woman.  I am almost frothing on Marsha's behalf.  I obviously loved your story, and was drawn into it and hoping for whatever else is coming.