In her mother’s footsteps

“Fine walk out this door, but I guarantee you will just end up like me, it is in your blood.” A voice screamed as Emily left her home that day.

Waking from her nightmare, Emily looked over, relieved to see her husband Mark lying next to sound asleep. At 26-years-old it has been eight years since Emily had left her toxic household at 18.

As a kid she grew up in a single wide trailer raised by only her mother Bertha, the youngest of six, all from different fathers. Her mother was the epitome of trailer trash. At 400 pounds she lived off of disability and had a diet of booze and junk food.

The children had to practically raise themselves in this terrible environment. Her oldest brother Zane went to jail for dealing drugs, her oldest sister Sam was a druggie, that she had not seen in years and could be dead for all she knew, while the middle sister Amanda was the manager of a McDonalds and probably the best off of her siblings. Another brother Don was homeless and her final sister Allie was in and out of jail for prostitution.

Emily was not like any of them, a clear black sheep, but that was a good thing.

Seeing the struggles of her siblings Emily knew she had to work 10 times as hard if she wanted to make it in life. She had to overcome temptation after temptation and a plethora of roadblocks set up by her mother and siblings, who all thought she would fail.

Emily recalled the entirety of the day she left her mother and that life for better pursuits. After working hard she had graduated at the top of her class from high school, a feet that only two of her other siblings had accomplished. But she did not stop there as her hard work and tedious grant seeking had earned a full ride to a prestigious university. She had kept this close to the chest as she knew that her mother would put an end to anything as lofty as going to college and looking for a bright future. You would think that her mother would be proud, but oddly enough Bertha only seemed to enjoy the failings of her kids rather than their successes, a notion that disgusted Emily.

But her 18th birthday finally came and she had set her plans in place to leave the state and her mother or as she called her Bertha as she was no actual mother to her. While interrupting Wheel of Fortune, Emily told Bertha what she was going to do and that she would not be able to stop her. As she left for the door Emily heard Bertha’s last words to her.

“You fucking cunt, after I raised you in my home, you are going to leave your family. Stop thinking you are better than everyone. You are not going graduate college, you are going to have several kids, with different fathers, get fat, be unemployed and live in a trailer just like me,” Bertha screeched. “Fine walk out this door, but I guarantee you will just end up like me, it is in your blood.”

Emily smiled at her life and realized none of those things had happened, she had a fear that she would end up like her mother, but her hard work had proven that heartless witch wrong. She went to college majoring in business management, again ranking at the top of her class. During that time she met her now husband Matt who treated her right and the two of them fell in love were safe when it came to sex, someday wanting children but making sure they did not come too early. They moved into an affordable but nice house, when Emily got a job as am executive for a fast growing website and the young couple was on track to have the American dream, Emily had earned this life and her mother would never take that away from her.

But she was wrong.

Though many parents mistreat their children without reason, Bertha had a very twisted reason for her kids’ treatment. Emily was right her mother was a witch, but in the literal sense.

Bertha had lived in comfort for hundreds of years thanks to her magic and her children were the sacrifices. By feeding off of their miserable lives that she helped create it made her stronger, kept her immortal. One may ask why Bertha would choose to live as a trailer trash slob and it was simply because she was born a slob her magic guaranteed that her couch was always at it softest, the tv’s picture was always clear and pristine, her belly was full of food and her trailer was always comfortable. These benefits were only seen by Bertha and none of her children.

The only problem was her youngest Emily, the spell could not be fully completed until all of her children were miserable failures in one way or another, something that could not be said about the successful Emily. She tried everything to ruin her smart overachieving daughter. Everyday Bertha could feel her magic weaken and she knew that she had to make a move.

Taking out a dusty tome Bertha frowned at the black paged book. The secrets in it were all powerful spells created by her great grandmother, the only reason she never used them before was due to the fact that the user would face great consequences in a couple hundred years, but if she did not complete her current spell then she would never make those couple hundred years anyway.

Turning the pages to the specific spell Bertha smiled, as she chanted she felt a power rush into her body. The spell would allow her to alter the reality of a single person of her choosing and as she looked into her crystal ball she targeted Emily.

“Now little miss perfect how should I start?” Bertha sneered at Emily through the crystal ball. “I know how about we up your libido and sexual tendencies a bit, nobody likes a prude.”

As she chanted invisible magic snaked its way through the crystal ball into Emily’s house where she was eating dinner with Mark. She had no way to defend herself as it climbed up between her slim thighs, causing of a wave of horniness to flow through her body.

“Ohhhh,” Emily moaned as she she ate her salad, she could feel herself get wet as she placed her slim hand under her waistband.

“Honey are you ok?” Mark said concerned for his wife.

Snapping out of it Emily quickly brought her hand to her mouth and bit her fingernail in confusion and frustration.

“Yeah um, I need to go to the bathroom,” Emily said getting up in a tisy and walking into the confined room.

She looked at herself desperately in the mirror.

“What is going on, I have never felt this way before,” She said her body still tingling.

“Oh honey this is just the start,” Bertha smiled, she could hear Emily, but Emily could not hear her. “Now that didn’t have as big of an affect as I hoped it would, let’s get more drastic.” Bertha said as magic flared from her body and nailed Emily head on.

Emily’s concern was beginning to vanish as her body filled with lust and her pussy grew dripping wet as a sexual hunger developed deep inside of her. With that her wedding ring vanished and she developed a ditsy expression. Her history was being rewritten with countless sexual experiences as she could no longer be tied down by one man, Mark was now a one night stand and someone’s name she had quickly forgotten. Her intelligence took a hit as partying and sex took a priority even so at the is point she had still graduated from college, but nowhere near the top of her class. A slutty tank top took the place of her conservative attire as skin grew dark from a tan and her boobs grew bigger thanks to a generous boyfriend and plastic surgery.

 “Like why am I in here again?” Emily asked herself in a airhead tone as she walked out the door she had not even noticed that her surroundings had changed. Gone was the high paying job and the house as she walked into the hallway of a clear frat house she smiled at all the naked men as she too stripped. 

Bertha laughed at the sight, her high and mighty daughter was getting gang banged by a group of frat boys and she couldn’t be happier.

But that was the problem, in the end Emily was still happy, which in order for the spell to work Bertha could not tolerate, but she did let her daughter finish up, she figured that was the least she could do.

Hours later Emily began to get dressed she always felt great after a group fuck, now she had to get to her shift at Hooters. But as she got ready her mind began to scream.

“Wait this isn’t right, I am married and successful, not some skinny slut.” Emily said fear in her eyes, in an instant something told her this was her mother’s doing, but how?

“Better make another change, if she gets too aware that may cause a problem.” Bertha chanted.

Hunger filled Emily as her body began to swell. Again history was changing and she had actually become quite the chubby gal, even so her beauty was still intact.

“I mean, I guess I have been in denial about being skinny I really need to lose ten pounds before I get fired,” Emily giggled her mind lost again.

“Sorry my dear daughter, but I think you are heading for unemployment,” Bertha smiled wasting no time.

Emily’s smile faded her body swelled forth, she could not help that she had inherited her mother’s genetics, food was just too good and working out was too hard. Emily had become lazy now thanks to her mother’s magic and had no longer graduated from college just passing high school as a below average student. In fact Emily despised hard work and began to develop a kind of respect toward her mother, the easy way out of things did seem like the best way. Currently she was shacking up with a guy who liked bigger woman and she did not have to worry about bills or work just eating and fucking, she grabbed her bloated gut in anticipation of her next meal.

“Oh god I hope he orders me pizza, I would suck so much dick right now for a slice,” Emily moaned, but again her old mind stirred. “No what am I saying, I am not some pizza slut, mother if you can hear me stop this, why are you ruining your only successful child” Emily wailed she was confused.

“Huh still fighting it, and I can see that the new you is still happy,” Bertha frowned, but she knew her daughter was on a needle’s edge as she she decided to go outside her trailer and set up and empty chair next to her.

“I am getting kind of lonely,” Bertha grinned as she chanted once more.

A foul sensation erupted over Emily’s body as her body began to reek of body odor, cigarettes and beer. Her cute face began to harden as she grew ugly and lost several inches of height. Her clothes became tacky Walmart brand, her IQ dropped as her high school diploma vanished and gas erupted from her ass. She began to vanish from her current house and while still lucid Emily saw the familiar sight of her mother’s trailer as she formed into an empty chair outside. She had more than doubled and weight and now clearly looked like her mother’s daughter. In fact Emily now loved and respected her good for nothing mother more than anything else.

“Momma can I have another beer pretty please?” Emily said too lazy to get her fat ass up.

“Sure you useless tub of lard,” Bertha jeered. “Man I can’t believe all my kids grew up to be failures, especially you, all you are good for is eating and shitting,” Bertha could not help but put Emily down, the daughter who thought she had bested her.

“Yes momma,” Emily said dejected, but one final push came.

“No you did this you bitch,” Emily said her old spirit still there. “You ruined the life I worked so hard for, why?”

“Well it is simple in order to keep my magic all my kids need to be miserable failures and that means you too,” Bertha grinned, she knew there was nothing Emily could do now.

“No I will stop you I will fight this,” Emily said, but she could feel her old self fading being swallowed and assimilated by this new version of her.

“Well we can’t have that, one more time should do the trick,” Bertha chanted her magic as Emily screamed and faded into her new life.

Her bloated body formed back into the trailer as her heavy body smashed her mother’s couch and her gut sagged to the floor. As she ate she farted, a miserable expression on her face, at one point she thought she would leave her mother’s trailer but she never did, there was no point, trailer trash like her would never amount to nothing. Through her brief time in high school she had gotten pregnant twice with two different boys, a straight F student. After school and another five guys Emily had eight children and was pregnant with a ninth. Too lazy to take care of herself she lived in her mother’s trailer with her brood of children, that constantly bugged her, she did not care for them and let them do whatever as long as she could drink and watch TV in peace.

“Hey momma can you grab me a beer,” Emily asked scratching her belly as Bertha walked in to see her new creation, even though she didn’t care a side effect of the magic was that the magic would protect any harmful acts carried out by the mother while pregnant with children.

“Why don’t you get it yourself,” Bertha said. “Make some use out of your useless ass and take a step out that door.”

“Fucking cunt,” Emily swore as struggled to get up, but as she waddled naked to the door she found her ass to big to squeeze through. Bertha smiled as Emily threw a fit, she was unable to take a single step out of that trailer door and more importantly unable to take a step out of Bertha’s life.