Trailer Trashed

Here's the bonus upload, an extra large and extra long one to make up for missing an upload day. Making it available to both the entry and premium tier. Next upload is tomorrow though It may be a normal sized one, then one more on Monday.

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I know what you're thinking. Just another pregnant droput with no future, living in some crummy trailer that looks like it could collapse at any given second and married to some guy that looks old enough to be her dad. Just a dumb little piece of white trash in a trashy trailer out in the woods. But before you think anything else, just let me tell you that I didn't always look like this. This wasn't the future I had planned for me, it just sort of happened entirely by accident. I did someting stupid and was harshly and unjustly punished for it. Here, while my...husband is fixing your truck, let me get you a beer and I'll tell you all about it. Not that you'll believe me or even remember once you drive your rig down the road. But I desperately need to tell this to someone, I'm not usually allowed to have visitors but Carl is in a really good mood today. He must really like you or trust you or something if he's letting me be around you. Are you sure you're one of his friends? You don't look like you're from the bar...Well, anyway, here, have a cold one and sit down. You want a cigarette? No? Well, I'm going to have one.

And don't give me any shit about being pregnant. Not like Carl cares, and I sure as hell didn't want this...Thing inside me.

It was your average late spring evening when my life changed for the worse. My name is-was Leondre, and I had been enjoying my life. I was on a full ride football scholarship at my university, a handsome 6’4 chunk of man cut from black marble and already being scouted by talent from the NFL. I was also working an easy job at a pizza place near the campus as the delivery driver, earning a few bucks on the side and more importantly, keeping busy. Free ride or not my mom had drilled into me that it was important to earn my keep, plus it kept me from sitting around and getting flabby during the off-season. Oh, and did I mention that I had recently bought a sports car and could have ANY woman I wanted?

Of course, that all changed because of a stupid mistake. My life was easy, go to class, chill out around town for a couple of hours, go into work and hit on all the cute server chicks while I waited on new deliveries and impress them with the expensive yellow sports car. But I made the mistake of not heeding the warnings and hitting on the boss’s daughter, and instead of just handling all the pizza deliveries around campus I was now dealing with the long distance ones that took me outside the city limits and into the countryside. And it was effective immediately, he couldn’t really fire me but he was clearly determined to make my life hell and keep me away from his little girl. So that set me on the path towards disaster. I’d only been on the new route for a day when the call came in, a double order of pizzas for some old trailer trash at the edge of the service area. I’d driven past his trailer once the night before and It was every bit as stereotypical as poor country bumpkin trailers were made out to be. The shells of cars sitting in weeds, no skirting on the trailer, just cinderblocks, the trailer itself looking like it was about forty years past it’s expiration date, and beer cans and bottles everywhere. It had been hard enough just to drive past it, but now I was going to have to actually pull in, get out and walk up to it and deal with the man inside, who I was informed was a racist and didn’t like people of color, like myself. I begged my boss to switch me out, but all I got was a glare and the choice of either doing the job or being fired. So I did what any college kid would do, and got in my car and drove away, the pizza order simmering just as much as I was as I traveled down the back roads and dodged as many potholes as I could.

And then I was there. I sat in what I assumed was the drive-way, just a thin strip of gravel that was being reclaimed by the over-grown grass, right behind the pick-up truck that looked like it was held together by duct tape and whatever hope could be found out here. I glared at the confederate flag window sticker as I got out of the car, retrieved the pizzas and carefully made my way towards the rickety looking door. I had a weird feeling in my stomach, so I made sure to declare myself before getting all the way up to the door.

“Yo! Pizza delivery! I got a cheese pizza no toppings, extra breadsticks and a pepperoni and mushroom pizza! I’m gonna knock on your door now!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. In town I still had to worry about being black, but at least there was visibility in my favor, plus everyone knew me on my old route. Out here though…I definitely did NOT want to end up on the business end of a shotgun and another race crime statistic, my life was so much better than that. I mentally kicked myself for being so flirty and thinking the boss’s daughter’s ass was super tight in those blue jeans. There was a muffled thump and the sound of feet padding across a creaking floor and I took a step back before the door creaked open and a smelly, hairy and drunk bear of a man stumbled out, a beer bottle hanging in his dirty hands. He looked me over, his face curling in disgust before he spit out into the yard.

“Well shit” He slurred, leaning up against the doorframe with one massive arm, “Just my luck I get one of you people out here. Was hopin' you'd be a chick already. Or at least fucking white. Ah to hell with it though, not like it fuckin’ matters”

I forced a smile and held out the pizza boxes, “That’ll be $34.76, sir”, but the man continued to just stare at me, a smile curling at the lips of his filthy beard, revealing stained teeth that were in dire need of dental work.

“What pizzas? You sure as shit ain’t makin any sense, SHIRLEY” He said with a laugh, before he moved faster than I could react and backhanded me across the face. I staggered backwards and went to drop the pizzas and run for me car, but the moment I got back to my feet I found myself slowly freezing in place. I had just enough time to raise my left hand before the changes began. It started with a fuzzy feeling that traveled across my entire body, like if my whole body had been asleep and was just started to regain circulation…And then I watched, still frozen, as my large black hand began to shimmer and shrink, the skin growing pale as my nails grew out from fingers that were growing more and more slender. A circular tattoo faded into existence on the alien flesh. Then the rest of the changes followed.

The pizza boxes in my right hand disappeared and my uniform began to shrivel away, along with the hair on my arms and the manly muscles beneath them. My dark skin began growing paler and brighter while I felt the minimal hair on my scalp begin to grow outwards, though it still clung close to my scalp. My vision distorted as my face rearranged, my nose cracking and shrinking while my cheek bones raised upwards while my lips grew puffy and pouty. I couldn't look down, my eyes stuck on the leering, approving gaze of the drunk as he took another swig of his beer, but I felt my torso begin to shift to fit whatever kind of clothes my uniform had changed into. I felt a warm in my chest followed by the feeling running water as two breasts pushed their way out of my ever whitening flesh, jiggling as they finally grew large enough I could see the hint of my new cleavage just within my lower peripheral vision. My linebacker muscles were rapidly fading as well until only soft, weak flesh remained. My ass inflated, pushing against the skimpy fabric what little I was now wearing around my widening hips as the changes continued downward. My powerful legs, sculpted by years of football games and training, simply deflated as the muscles left them entirely, and I watched in silent, frozen terror as the drunk old man suddenly towered over me and made me feel every bit as small and weak as I now clearly was. The final change were my feet, my sports sneakers evaporating into a pair of cheap sandals while my huge feet crumpled in on themselves until I could tell they were only a fraction of their former size, and very dainty. Then I felt the final change, a tingle in my crotch that felt arousing yet terrifying all at once as my cock, my woman pleasing manhood that was a little bit of a legend on campus, simply shriveled up and disappeared inside of me like it was nothing. My skull burned for a moment before whatever the old man had done finally released me.

"Hot damn would you look at you!" The drunk said with a slurred squeal of delight, "Get in here girl, lemme get the whole tour!"

And despite my desire to scream, to run, to slug this old drunk in the face and demand he reverse whatever he had done to me...I simply nodded and stepped into the run down, dirty trailer and stood in the middle of the filthy living room, placing a tiny hand on one of my hips and cocking a leg the side, all while shooting this man, this...monster a look of what had to be pure lust. He took one last swig of his beer, chucked the bottle outside at the rusting, ruined husk of a station wagon that had just moments ago been my brand new sports car, and slammed the door of the trailer so hard it shook everything inside.

“Goddamn, I knew fixin’ that pizza asshole’s car for free would pay off! Dunno how he got a’hold of that little piece of paper but fuck, you are EXACTLY what I want! C’mere!”

He violently spun me around, twisting me this way and that, pawing at my breasts and grabbing handfuls of my inflated ass before he planted a big, stinking kiss on my face and dragged me into the bedroom. I couldn’t stop him, and what was worse, I couldn’t stop myself. I went along with him, in this new body and helped him pull off what little clothes I wore, flinging them to the disgusting floor of the trailer as he threw me into the bed that was in desperate need of a wash. I rocked with his clumsy body, shivering in terrifying, alien pleasure as he ran his hands over my tiny new form, squeezing my breasts, and then shoving something long and very, very hard into the damp, pulsing furnace between my legs as I screamed out in escatsy that the sane part of my mind was horrified by.

That was six months ago. My life now is spent stuck in this horrible trailer all day, carrying my…my husband Carl’s baby. No one remembers who I was, and whatever was done to me has changed me on the inside. I’m submissive, I’m obedient, I’m sexy and alluring and horny for cock, not that I get to see any. I’m covered in tattoos, I crave cheap beer and smoke, and no one has ever heard of Leondre. I’m just Shirley now, and to the rest of the world that’s all I’ve ever been, just a high school dropout who, the moment she turned twenty-one, went to work at a strip club and ran off with the first man who gave her a big fat tip. And then truly gave her a big fat tip. Shirley’s family doesn’t talk to her, not that they’re much better than Carl, and it’s not like there’s much of a way to talk to them. I’m not allowed to have a phone, and the service out here is spotty at best. There’s no computer or Internet here, barely any TV service, Carl works odd jobs during the day and then comes home expecting his trashy little housewife to cater to his every whim. I cook, I clean, I sit on my ass and just wait for him to come stumbling in through the front door with a handful of groceries and far too many beers. If I speak out of turn, I get smacked, If I don’t keep the trailer clean, I get smacked. And regardless of what I do or don’t do, I spend my evenings wrapped around the flabby bulk of my husband’s body before he shoves his dick in me and passes out afterwards. I’ve been discarded and forgotten out here in the woods for the rest of what amounts to my life, waiting for this baby to get here. And then making another baby, and another, Carl wants a big family, after all. Means a larger welfare check which means he doesn’t have to work as much.

I had everything going for me, I was strong, tall, on the verge of greatness and riches, and in just one moment of stupid egotism and horniness, I ruined everything. I’m just trailer trash Shirley now, and forever. So now you know, and I can see that look on your face. Just Carl's crazy little piece of fuck candy making up stories again because she's 'dramatic'. Don't believe me? Well, if on the off-chance you do remember when you leave, go flirt with the daughter of the man who owns the pizza place next to the college campus. I sure as hell could use a a neighbor girl out here to keep me company.