Glenda Quagmire and Prison Meg

After pumping up her next door neighbor with enough cum to sink a ship and leaving her a giant bloated ball of flesh and semen with a woman attached to it Meg slid her way down the jizz-slicked skin and back to the pavement below. There were quite a few horny bitches that had gathered around the now 8ft tall sphere of a bitch that were now begging to be dealt with the same way. NOT amongst them was one of Patty’s (Patty? Oh, Peter… Patricia…) old friends, who was watching from across the street in her own yard.

Glenda Quagmire was masturbating furiously at the site of her own friend’s wife getting absolutely dominated by a younger woman. Meg locked on to the futa and made her cock recede before going over to talk to her.

“Hey Glenda.” The still semi-nerdy looking girl said to break the preoccupied futa out of her haze.

“Oh! Meg Hi… uh wasn’t expecting to see you… or for you to see me… uh was there..uh.. something I could to.. I mean FOR you? The futa was definitely a little jittery after what the college girl had just done to Bonnie. Glenda had no aspersions of being penetrated as much as she liked being the penetrator.

“I’ll say you can. When you see Jo, let her know that Bonnie is my bitch now.” The amount of power and In-Control attitude reminded Glenda of when Meg had just gotten out of prison and beat the absolute shit out of Patty and the rest of her family in a rage. Glenda knew that if Meg ever got upset to that point ever again … and at her, there would be mountains of hospital bills involved.

“Oh Yea, I saw that… uh.. good… good pull Meg. She really seems to like you. Well I better get back inside. Don’t want to catch cold or something like that.” Glenda gave everything she had to not run from the young woman in front of her for fear of being dominated similarly.

“You know Quagmire, I remember you once asked if I was 18. I know it was because you wanted to have sex with me. Tell me, was it because you thought I was pretty or because you were bored?” Meg was now leaning on Quagmires mailbox, insinuating that she was the next target and that she wasn’t leaving until she got what she wanted from the sex crazed pilot.

Glenda turned red and panicked at the question. There was only one right answer here and worse it had to be said a specific way. Couldn’t sound cocky or indifferent, and also couldn’t sound ashamed or sympathetic. It had to be said just right to get away without a load of cum in her guts… or a broken face… or both. “Well Meg I was a younger and stupider person back then and …uh… I was just… well I had a goal to bed every girl in Quahog and You were… I mean you still are a uh…”

“Was it because I was pretty or Were. You. Bored?” Meg repeated her question with more **** as her face lost it’s soft smile.

“I…I… I…. Was.. bored…” Glenda was now openly terrified as she knew it was the truth but also the wrong wrong wrong VERY wrong answer. She gritted her teeth and shrank away ready to cut and run from the overly confident Meg.

Meg stood there to let the perma-horny futa stew over her answer for a few moments while giving her a cold stare. “Thank you for being truthful.” Meg said as she gave Glenda a slight slime. It caused Glenda to relax her guard for just a fraction of a second, which was long enough for Meg to alter her Measurements and make herself muscular. Her hand shot out and grabbed Glenda in a one handed **** and picked her up. Her new muscles well defined as she walked the futa to her own front door and slammed her up against the wall next to it.

“Now you listen to me and you listen good. I know you’ve got the hots for my Mother just like Briana, our old dog, did. You don’t come near me OR my Mother ever again. In fact I have a job that should keep you too busy to even THINK about her. Your little black book is probably about the size of an entire Set of Encyclopedia Britanica. From now on every week you’re going to select three women and send them to our house. My Mother and I are going to have our way with these sluts and if I like them You won’t see me coming back here. Now slap my arm once if you agree and twice if you’re about to run out of oxygen.”

Quagmire did her best to remain silent and listen as her lungs begged and burned for air. She began feeling lightheaded as Meg got to the end of her demands as Quagmire slapped her arm twice just to get some air.

After the second slap Meg just sneered before responding “then you better slap once.” There was a very weak slap at her arm and Meg could see the futa was about to pass out. Just before her eyes fluttered closed Meg dropped her and watched her crumple to the floor like a discarded t-shirt. “Seven days Glenda. You have Seven days.”