I have to warn you though, it is more fucked up than the part one:Okay ms. fatty-boop, now you’re wife and I like this see-through cupcake-doll, but I am beginning to think a satin red matching bra, thong and garter belt would look great. Well honey, you are going to look great. Why are we doing this? *laughs* Your wife and I made a great load of cash after your last gig, and now we have decided to pimp you out. *Sensually* You are going to be the Big Beautiful Woman that everyone always answers to in escort ads. *SCREAMS REALLY LOUD* SHUT THE FUCK UP! IF I SHOVED MORE FUDGE IN YOUR FAT MOUTH, WOULD THAT SATISFY YOUR FATASS??!! WE KNOW TONIGHT ANOTHER THING IS GOING IN YOUR MOUTH THAT ARE LONG. HARD, AND DARK!!!!*in a condescending babyish voice* would that make you stop your crying? *now in a serious tone of voice* I don’t care how many tears are rolling down your pudgy cheeks, if you do not stop whining, I will beat the cupcake out of you. Come on, your mascara is running. AAWW!!!! Yes we know you have a job, well no need to worry about that, right now as we speak your wife is in the office telling your boss about your resignation. What do you mean she’s never been to your office. Oh, the security in the lobby know your wife pretty well, ever since your boss sent you on the business trip across the country. Now we are also thinking of getting you some tattoos. On your lower back a butterfly, it’ll look nice for your photo cupcake. I’m thinking something sexy and slutty inbetween your tits, and maybe one more your right ass cheek. we’ve already picked out the dress that you are going to wear. It’s black and sexy *laughs* low cut, defiantly shows off your cleavage. Girl, you have gotta show those man-boobs off, oh my phones vibrating, somebodys texting me. Hear honey hold my purse. It’s your wife, hold on *reading to herself* “Hey tara, don’t you wish you were here with fatso‘s boss,
L-M-A-O.” Hold on just let me scroll down because she took a pic on her camera phone and uploaded it. UH!!!! She get’s those 10 inches of glory and I’m here trying to give her obese hubby a makeover!!!!!!!! How fucking selfish!!!!! WHAT WAS THAT? Oh nothing, darling. Now back to what we were discussing, we are also thinking for the photo cupcake some red lipstick. Don’t pull at my phone fatty, you can’t eat that. *pause* oh dear, here it comes. Stop crying. *trying to be nice* Yes, sweety, I know that photo is very devastating, but there is no time for that now, I promised the adult catalog we would have an ad within two days and the photographer is gonna be here any minute. *gets serious* THAT’S IT!!!!! BEND OVER AND DROP YOUR LANE BRYANT PANTIES, SLUT!!!!!! I HOPE TO GOD AFTER I FINISH SPANKING YOU, MY FUCKING HANDS DON’T DISAPPEAR!!!!! *smack sounds* IF YOU DON’T STOP MAKING NOISES, I’M GONNA TAKE YOU TO THE GYM AND cupcake YOU TO LOSE FOUR PUNDS BY THE END OF THE DAY!!!!! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT? IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU MARRIED A LITTLE WHORE!!!! IT’S YOUR FAULT!!!! YOUR WIFE WOULDN’T BE MOANING ORGASMS WHILE HER TITS ARE ON YOUR FORMER BOSS’ DESK WITH 10 INCH COCK UP HER ASS, IF SHE DIDN‘T SPEND ALL THOSE TIMES TRYING TO FIND YOUR DICK!!!!!!!!!!!! Heaven knows I can use some of that! Now, let’s go the tattoo parlor and get those tattoos we discussed, sissy. *evil wicked laugh*