Rivals

The lighting is neon pink and gold. The background is littered with empty six liter semen jugs, discarded latex panties, and designer shopping bags. The camera shakes slightly as if the person holding it is laughing too hard to stand still.

EMILY and JAMIE. They are both peak Cult of Plastic specimens. Their bodies are terrifyingly artificial: impossible BBLs that make them waddle, breasts that defy gravity, and faces frozen in permanent, glossy pouts. Their skin is tanned to a deep bronze and oiled to a blinding sheen. Both wear micro bikinis that are essentially just strings of rhinestones.

The two women are not hugging; they are aggressively shoving each other's tits while simultaneously trying to preen for the camera. They are 'rivals' in the sense that they compete over who can be more vapid, more hateful, and who can receive more seed, but they share a twisted, toxic bond of mutual submission to the Prophet.

"Hi besties!" **Emily shrieks, shoving Jamie's face out of the frame with a manicured nail."So today I'm here with my literal *worst enemy*, Jamie! Say hi, you stupid cunt!"

Jamie sticks her tongue out which is painted neon pink and blows a kiss at the camera, her eyes completely glassy."Hi everyone! I'm literally so mad at Emily because she got to have the Prophet's cock first this morning, but I'm also literally obsessed with her because she's such a bitch!" Jamie shoves Emily back, their oiled breasts colliding with a wet slap.

"Ugh, shut up, Jamie!" Emily laughs venomously. "You're only here because you're my favorite project. Remember when you were one of those pathetic, flannel wearing dykes who thought you could 'love' me? Ewwwww! "

Jamie's expression shifts instantly from vapid to pure disgust as she mimics Emily's tone. "Omg, don't even remind me! I used to be so lumpy and gross. I remember thinking girls were pretty. Like, what was I thinking? Girls are literally just unpolished, unpainted meat. So unhygienic. So... *natural.* UGH!" Both women make exaggerated gagging noises at the same time.

The two women begin to perform a synchronized 'Bimbo Dance,' which mostly involves grinding their hips together while maintaining empty, vacant stares at the camera.

"We were literally arguing about which one of us is more 'straight' today," Emily explains, pausing to pat her bloated, semen filled belly with a satisfied smirk."But then we realized... it doesn't matter who's better, as long as we both hate everything else!"

"Exactly!" Jamie adds, grabbing a half empty jug of semen and taking a swig before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Feminism is literally so boring. Like, why would I want 'equality' when I can just have a massive cock making me feel like a hollow doll? Equality sounds like *work*, and I'm literally too pretty to work. ✨"

Emily nods enthusiastically, her heavy implants bouncing. "Right? And those lesbians who try to protest outside the temple? Literally so cringe. I saw one yesterday wearing a rainbow pin and I literally almost died from the secondhand embarrassment. I wanted to tell her, 'Sweetie, your outfit is hideous and your ideology is even worse, go get some filler before you come near us.'"

The two rivals suddenly stop their bickering and turn their attention to the camera, their expressions softening into a terrifyingly hungry look as they both stare directly into the lens, imagining Him behind it.]**

"Anyway, we're done talking because we have a date with the Prophet's cock," Jamie whispers, her voice dropping to a husky, brain dead moan."We're going to see who can take more before she passes out from the blessing."

"May the best bitch win!" Emily adds with a cruel wink. "And if you're still feeling 'feelings' or 'empathy' right now... literally just go away. You're ruining our aesthetic. #RivalBimbos #CuredAndCruel #SemenSisters #FuckFeminism"

The video ends with the two women aggressively kissing each other on the lips not out of affection, but as a performative, mocking gesture of their shared hatred for their former selves before collapsing onto the bed in a tangle of latex and oiled limbs.