Standing before the main gate of the university, Martha took a deep, shaky breath. Exactly two years ago, she had fled from this very spot in a haze of humiliation and tears. Back then, she wasn't known as Martha; she was mocked as the "fat freak." People would practically spit at the sight of her. Her heavy, bloated body, the rolls of fat that hung like tires around her waist, and her identity as a shemale had made every day a living death. But today, as she stepped her shapely, toned leg inside the gate, the very air seemed to shift.
Martha made a slight adjustment to her tight leggings and the small crop top she wore. Two years of brutal hard work, agonizing pain, and that mysterious 'prayer' had completely transformed her. She was no longer fat. Her waist was so slender that a man could almost wrap his hands around it. But her most lethal weapons were her breasts (boobs). All that former fat had migrated to her chest, settling into two massive, firm, and heavy mounds. Even without a bra, her nipples poked sharply against the fabric of her top, bouncing provocatively with every step she took. Her ass was now a perfect, rounded sphere, the kind of sight that would make any passing man's pulse race and his blood boil with lust.
"Just a new start... no revenge, just a normal life," Martha whispered to herself. She naively believed that now, looking this beautiful and sexy, people would finally treat her like a human being. Surely, those bullies wouldn't bother her anymore.
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As Martha reached the center of the campus, a sudden silence fell over the crowds of students. The boys playing football froze in their tracks. Those smoking cigarettes felt their hands tremble. Every eye was glued to one thing—Martha's heavy, swaying chest and the hypnotic rhythm of her perfect ass.
"Holy shit! Where did this goddess come from?" one guy whispered to his friend, his eyes gleaming with raw hunger.
"Bro, look at that ass... I swear, if I could just get my hands on her for a second, I'd lose it right here. What a fucking masterpiece!" another replied, rubbing his crotch over his pants as he felt himself getting hard.
Martha heard the comments. It felt good not to be called a "beast" or a "whale" anymore, but the predatory gazes made her skin crawl. She lowered her head and tried to walk faster, which only caused her heavy breasts to jive and bounce even more violently. Foul insults mixed with catcalls began to erupt from the groups of men.
"Hey, sexy! Where you going in such a hurry? You look like heaven from the back, why don't you show us some of that magic from the front!" a tall guy shouted, leering at her.
Martha ignored them. She had thought beauty would be her shield, but she didn't realize that to these wolves, she had simply become a more enticing prey.
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On the other side of the campus, three girls sat on a bench. They were the 'Queen Bees' who ruled the university: Sarah, Jessica, and Ashley. The moment their eyes landed on Martha, their practiced smiles turned into venomous scowls.
"Who the hell is she? And how are her tits that big? That bitch definitely had surgery," Jessica said, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke with pure spite.
Sarah narrowed her eyes, scanning Martha from head to toe. "That tiny waist with an ass that fat? She's definitely some slut who came here looking for new clients. Look at how the guys are losing their minds over her. Someone needs to remind this whore of her place."
Ashley, the most cruel of the three, smirked. "That fat freak disappeared two years ago, and now this new trouble shows up. There's something familiar about the way she walks. Whatever. Only our word is law in this university. This bitch needs a lesson."
As Martha passed them, the girls intentionally raised their voices. "Look at this tramp! Take your business elsewhere, slut! Go sell that ass somewhere else!"
Martha's heart sank. The insults hadn't changed; only the reason behind them had. Before, she was insulted out of disgust; now, it was out of pure, bitter jealousy.
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Evening was beginning to fall. Martha was leaving the library after finishing her classes. She had hoped her first day would end peacefully. She took a shortcut through the back of the campus where the lights were dim, thinking it would get her back to her room faster.
Suddenly, five shadows emerged from behind the bushes. These were the notorious thugs of the university. Their leader, Jack, stood there tapping a wooden club against his palm.
"Hey there, gorgeous! What's the rush? The party's just getting started," Jack said, stepping forward. Behind him stood his four cronies and the three girls—Sarah, Jessica, and Ashley.
Martha's body began to shake. "Please... just let me go. I haven't done anything to you."
"You didn't do anything, darling, you are the something. My dick's been screaming since I saw you this morning," another guy laughed, unzipping his fly.
Sarah stepped forward and delivered a stinging slap across Martha's face. "Think you're so pretty, don't you? Proud of these big tits, huh?" She grabbed Martha's top and yanked it down, exposing half of her bare chest.
"Stop! Please!" Martha sobbed.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Jack barked. "Two years ago, a fat piece of meat ran away from here. Today, we caught something much better. Boys, grab her. Take her to the warehouse. Tonight, we're going to inspect this 'freak' thoroughly. Let's see what secrets she's hiding under those curves."
Martha tried to run, but Jack swung his club, connecting heavily with the back of her head. Thwack!
Darkness swarmed Martha's vision. Her beautiful face hit the dirt. The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was being dragged across the gravel as Jack's voice echoed: "Tonight, we're all taking turns on this mare. We're gonna baptize her in cum."
Martha's body lay limp and helpless as they dragged her toward the dark, isolated warehouse—a place where screams never made it past the walls.