Celebrity

John flicked through the channels of on the television. Every time he saw a female celebrity he would grumble under his voice. He had an irrational hatred of them all. He wished he could make them all pay for thinking they were too good for him. After several hours of shouting obscenities at the screen he decided to go to bed.

That night, as he slept, he saw in his dreams a fiery portal. Out of the portal stepped a well dressed, attractive woman. "Hello John," she said, "I feel your hatred."

John was confused. He didn't know this woman, or why she was talking to him. "I feed on your hatred. It makes me strong." She said, in a seductive manner. "So I want to give you something in return. You see, we can work symbiotically. I fuel your hatred, and your hatred fuels me."

John finally found the ability to talk, "What... what do you mean?" He asked.

"I can give you the power to act on your hatred. You can take **** on those you feel so strongly about."

"What does that mean?" He asked, but it was too late. His dream faded to nothing as he woke up. He shook off the unusual dream and started his day. He got dressed, and went downstairs. He made himself some toast, then turned on the local news. He didn't recognize the newsreader, she must have been new, but he already hated her. She was an attractive young blonde lady, smartly dressed with her hair tied up in a bun. Under her white blouse, John could see she had very large breasts. "I wish her blouse would pop open, that would show her she's not better than me." He thought to himself. Almost instantly, all the buttons on the lady's blouse gave way, exposing a white bra. She tried to remain professional and held her blouse closed with her hands as she continued to read the news. John laughed. He couldn't believe what the coincidence. "If only she wasn't wearing a bra, it would be perfect." He thought. The newsreader screamed as her breasts dropped down a little under her blouse. John's jaw dropped. He started to realize that he could be causing this predicament, but he had to be sure. "Open your blouse." He thought to himself. The newsreader took the sides of her blouse, she had been holding shut and opened them wide, exposing her breasts, live on television. They were perfectly shaped, DD cups. The newsreader, dropping all professionalism completely, stopped talking and started swearing at the director to stop broadcasting. "Keep broadcasting." John thought, and the newsreaders big tits, stayed on the air. "Say I'm not better than John" He though.

"I'm not better than John" The newsreader said, seemingly apropos of nothing.

"You can go now." John thought and the newsreader got up and ran to her dressing room as the broadcast went dead.

John laughed as he suddenly realized what this meant. He didn't just have power over local newsreaders, he could prove to any female celebrity in the world that he was better than them.