loneiqlet
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I wake up, ready to face the horrendous bottomless pit that is my life. I go downstairs to see if my family would maybe let me eat breakfast today, making sure to avoid all reflective surfaces to avoid seeing my disgusting pimple ridden face. I used to brush my teeth in the mornings, but I cannot anymore because that would mean I would have to see myself in the bathroom mirror, and consequently, my teeth are greenish, yellow, and rotting. My parents tell me to get the fuck back to my room when I ask for breakfast, my siblings spit on me and the dog chews up what was left of the jeans I have been wearing for 3 months. I run away to my room, face covered in spit and tears. I open my computer in order to escape to my safe space, looksmax.org. That is when the greatest catastrophe besides my birth happens — I cannot open the site. I try everything I can to troubleshoot it, calling my Internet provider, restarting the router, ignoring the fact that the error clearly said it was a server side issue. After what seemed like an eternity of troubleshooting, I quit. I lay my petite and boneless 5,3 110 pound body into my bed and cry, cry even harder until I fall asleep. Minutes later, I wake up in my piss ridden stained bed. I stand up, and notice that everything in my room seems a little lower than before. The shelf I usually couldn’t reach seems to be at face level, and my room looks so small. I panic, and as I’m thinking I’m having one of my schizophrenic episodes again, my breathing tightens. I need my inhaler immediately, but it is a dangerous spot. I rush to the place I never willingly enter, the forsaken bathroom. I make a leap for the cabinet, but my eye still glances toward the mirror to look at my usually hideous face, the glance fueled by some sort of morbid curiosity, like watching a cartel execution. However, I don’t see the recessed pimply and ugly disgusting creature in the mirror…I see something entirely different. I blink multiple times, in complete and utter shock. I touch my cheek, and the person in the mirror touches his. I spend minutes in the bathroom, touching myself in different parts of my body, dancing, jumping, and the person in the mirror copies my exact move, like a reflection. I stare at him, tall as a giraffe with head almost hitting the ceiling, perfect frame, eyes so bright blue that they could blind me if I stared too long. Perfect ratios, perfect harmony, perfect features. But why do I see eye to eye with him, such a superior being? Why am I at the same level as him? He should be towering above me, like I am nothing but an ant. I walk out of the bathroom, convinced that I have lost all sense of reality, and then my sister stops dead in her tracks in sight of me. She looks up to me, her eyes glitter with a mix of awe and panic, and her mouth drops. “W-wh—who are you?” Who am I? She knows who I am, she calls me it everyday. I’m a creep. I’m a loser. Ugly. Incel. Bottom. Nobody. Why hasn’t she spat on me yet? Why hasn’t she called me those things? For seconds we stare at each other, both equally confused. Then I realize, I realize it all. Maybe god is real, maybe he felt pity on me, maybe his guilt for creating me was so heavy that he decided to change me, fix me. I look down at my rock hard 8 pack, perfectly visible without flexing, my forearms, veiny and bigger than her head. Something flickers inside of me, something changes. “Shut the fuck up bitch”, I say in a deeply masculine voice. She is speechless, her throat locks, incapable of producing any sound. I walk up to her, the ground bending to my will and shuddering with each step. With a single slap, she flies across the room and gets buried into the wall. I walk downstairs, the stairs creaking under my every step, and step dining room where my family is eating their breakfast . I enter, and I glance at my dad, pigging out with a plate of bacon and biscuits in front of him. He glances at me, and we lock eyes. The fat slob, mid swallow, starts to choke on his sludge, gagging and trying to breath while his gaze is unwillingly fixated on my A10 eyes. My family notices him first, and then they notice the man, they notice me. My mother, who is at first worried for my dad, doesn’t even bother to look his way after she catches sight of me, hopelessly staring because of her biological foid encodings that submit to Chad. My brothers, try to help my dad as the fat slob chokes and his face turns red. Moments later, the choking sounds stop, his thrashing ends, and he drops to the ground, quiet, inanimate. My brothers begin to cry and back up as I walk towards his dead body, struck by grief not only for our dad but also the life-ending brutal mog they have to endure while I spit on my dads body and walk out of the room. Half naked, I put on my backpack and walk towards the bus stop. As I board the loud bus usually filled with retarded high schoolers, I encounter silence. The bus lady, who is usually aggressive with me cannot utter a single word. “Get the fuck up” I say to her, but she is inanimate, almost frozen in time. With testosterone flowing within my blood, I grab the ugly bitch and toss her out of the bus, like a GTA character. I begin driving the bus towards my school, and as I’m driving every girl who has the courage to do so walk up to me, gets on her knees, and begs to suck my dick. Soon I have an entire line of foids in the bus, waiting to slobber on my dick. I get pulled over for speeding, and the female officer kills the male officer immediately and thereafter joins the line, while the normies in the back of the bus start cucking and jerking off while I fuck their girls, because Chad does whatever the fuck Chad wants. I crash into a gas station near the school, the bus catches fire, the engine explodes, and everybody inside fucking dies. Everybody except me, and I walk out of the burning bus full naked with my clothes burned off, but my skin fully unscathed and untouched, because Chad does whatever the fuck Chad wants. I chug the gasoline as the Indian cashier hopelessly watches, and run the remaining way towards school, the concrete of the road crumbling with each step. I soon walk in, and immediately walk towards the principals office, fucking her bare ass on her desk because Chad does whatever the fuck Chad wants. Every foid packs into the principals room, a line forms outside and my cum never ends. Every normie outside watches and cucks, each one crying in the corner. However, one normie in particular, the jock who would bully me, Josh, decides he has to do something. He gives a speech to the crying cuck normies, and they all gear up to wage war against me, hoping that with their numbers they will have a chance. The school shortly turns into a war zone, and I multi-task by knocking the fuck out of normies while fucking their girls, my sharp reflexes deflecting all punches and objects thrown at me while also managing to protect the foid I’m fucking. The normies are desperate, and their numbers start to dwindle as each one who is brave enough to attack me is instantly blinded and thereafter neutralized. When before I thought I merely blessed by god, now I think I may be god himself. The last of the normies flee, and every foid has been put sound asleep by my cock. I walk outside of the silent school, and having been through all that I experienced today, I instinctively try to open org, only this time, it actually works. One thing leads to another, and I accidentally click on one of @Regret ’s threads. Soon after my body begins to break down and deteriorate, my skin turns green and hives break out immediately, my face starts to melt and my bones crumble. In a brutal transformation, I turn back into a 5,3 skinny pimple faced sub3 with a micro penis. Fuck you Regret.
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