Ruined Mons#10: Part 2One year later:
Friday, May 20th, 11:00 A.M: A putrid smell hung in the air of Exsploudfalls industrial district as the new paper mill was up & running full swing. With the new mill came new workers, many of them down on their luck Mon’s that lived in the run-down housing scattered thought out the district or the blue-collar tweakers who called the trailer parks of the Loudred forest home. With the new workers came new lunch rushes, the likes of which the fast-food joints in the district were hardly prepared for. One of these was Weightdonalds, a popular fast-food chain focusing on incredibly fatting & addictive food that every 600 lbs lard blob of a Mon would sware by. While some were clean & well kept, the one closest to the new paper mill was not. Dirty cracked glass filled the windows, the tables & floors were filthy & trash lined almost every surface. The bathrooms were a cesspool, the kitchen violated almost every health code imaginable, & the staff was mostly untrained college kids. Knowing the lunch rush was coming & not wanting to be caught unprepared again, everyone was working hard, burgers grilling & fries frying as the staff worked to have enough food prepped for the coming throngs. As they worked the front doors flew open & assuming they had lost track of time, the staff braced themselves for the mass of Mon’s about to flood through the door. Instead, a massive Mon angrily stomped through the doors eating a box of fries & all the employee’s hearts sank as their least favorite customer, Persian huffed her way to the counter for the 4th time that morning. Looking at the vile she-beast standing in front of them looking pissed, none of the staff would ever guess she was a polite & reserved Meowth just a year prior.
Once the sliver light faded & Meowth’s unwanted evolution concluded, Garbodor looked down at his latest victim & smiled. Making his way back to his dumpster, Garbodor dragged the, now Persian, behind him, still firmly planted on his dick & her opened the lid, taking her into the disgusting depths below with him. Once inside, Garbodor set about removing Persian from his dick, pulling her off slowly & creating a loud sucking sound as the seal his nasty juices made with her body was broken. Waking her up, Garbodor didn’t really care if this one made it or not so he forgoed testing her to see if her mind was intact, instead, going right for the chemical manipulation. Spending about a week pumping her with chemicals, Garbodor turned her into a garbage-eating slut whose only goal in life was to get as many dicks in her vile, ruined pussy as possible & pump-out disgusting future breeding blobs. Since he was a sick fuck, Garbodor made Persian crave young Mon’s more than anything, making them parents before they even understood how babies were made. But to Garbodors surprise, there was another side effect, Persian turned toxic, every stereotype about her species came true 10 fold, she became the rudest, intitled, vile bitch Garbodor had ever seen. He loved it.
Unlike most of his recent victims, Garbodor decided to go catch & release with Persian, dropping her gross body off in town. Making her way home, Persian’s mom was not happy to see her but let her in any way. This lasted for about a month. Then Persian was out on the streets, her mom no longer willing to put up with her disgusting body, & nasty habitats. In reality, with her daughter used & ruined, she was worthless to her mom so she no longer had any reason for keeping her around. With nowhere else to go, Persian settled into a roach-filled flat in the industrial district & set about doing what she loved. This meant her days were filled with eating garbage which transitioned into Weightdonalds once she found out it filled her trash cravings. She would prowl schools during recess & fuck as many Mon’s as she could lure away from the playground, taking their lunch money as payment. Then at night, she would whore herself out, specializing in multi-dick, hole stuffing gangbangs which was how she made most of her money.
Walking into Weightdonalds after a year of this, not only was Persian unrecognizable as the Meowth she once was, she was nearly unrecognizable as a member of Persian species at all. The most startling difference was unlike other Members of the Persian species, Persian stood on two legs like a Meowth instead of four & from there the changes just kept coming. Sporting 3 pairs of breasts, Persian’s tits were nasty engored fat sacks with huge dark nipples & areola, leaking green sewer slop milk. Her short fur had a layer of beige sludge on it at all times, & she had grown blue & red splotches, a constant reminder of what Garbodor had done to her. Under the best circumstances, a creature that’s diet consisted solely of fast food, trash, & cum would smell awful but Persian’s pussy blew that out of the water. Bloated & swollen, Persian’s pussy consisted of a massive “Meat curtain” labia that was the color of cooked hamburger & dripped foul slime, a love tunnel that was brown, squishy, & spoiled; & a rancid sewer pit of a womb, a biohazard in its own right. Finally while most Persian’s were lean & muscular, Persian was a 260lbs blob of rancid fat with minimal muscle mass. Currently pregnant, she had given birth to Garbodor’s litter some time ago, leaving them at home when she went out, Now she was pregnant with some playground brats kid & she couldn’t wait to give birth so she could bully their parents for child support.
Stomping up to the counter, Most of the staff looked away, trying not to get sick as the only thing Persian wore was the micro bikini she was knocked up in, leaving her rancid pussy & all but one nipple out on permanent display. A burger in one hand & the empty fry box in the other, Persian ranted & raved at the staff, demanding a free burger since they forgot her fries, the same fries she was currently eating. When they tried to point this out she screeched at them accused them of calling her a liar & demanded the manager, being the vilest toxic bitch she could be.
A short time later the doors swung open again, not for the lunch crowd but for Persian, triumphantly walking out of the store, free food in hand as she had screeched at the manager until he had given in to her demands. As she walked, stuffing her face with the new food & rubbing her bloated, child-filled gut, she thought to herself:

“It’s good to be the queen.”