Work out in front of the mirror

Paula pulled Lily by the ear to a wall of mirrors, and to Lily's utter lack of surprise, there was a set of stocks set up where the free weights used to beck. Paula roughly **** Lily down into the restraint, bent over at her waist, her hands locked in place uselessly beside her neck.

"I think your little outburst deserves some consequences," said Paula, as with a single savage yank she tore off her daughter's leotard, leaving her completely naked in sight of the entire gym. Conversations all over the gym dipped and then picked up as people realized Paula was going to give everyone else another show.

"This one is going to be great," Lily heard someone say. There was an actual crowd gathering and Paula welcomed them in like a busker about to begin her performance.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Tomorrow is my little boy's graduation, and his selfish little sister here wants to look like a blimp for the photos. Isn't that awful?"

The crowd laughed and hooted.

"I know, right? This stupid brat can't do anything right!" said Paula. "And I don't know how many times I've disciplined her, but I think you've all seen me do it, right?"

At this point, the assembled gym rats let out a lusty cheer.

"That's why I've invited a camera crew to watch! We're broadcasting live to Times Square!"

A full-sized news team with sound and an accompanying reporter who was identical to Paula in every way except that she was brunette where Paula was a red-head. "We're here at The Goddess Gym where Paula is about to set her ungrateful little bitch of a whore straight," said Reporter-Paula into the camera, before pointing at Lily and directing the world's gaze to her daughter, locked up and sobbing helplessly in the stocks.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself you useless stupid slut?" and then Reporter-Paula shoved the mic in Lily's face. And that's when Lily's mouth came back, rising up out of the smoothness of her face she broke into pitiful sobs.

"Mommy, please don't do this," she choked out between heaving sobs.

"Oh so you want to get off scott free huh? What do you say, folks, should I give it to her? Vote now in our online poll!"

"I'm sorry!" wailed Lily. "I'm so sorry! Please, I won't do it again!"

"Votes are coming in now. By a margin of seven hundred million votes to one, the people want to see Lily get it good and hard!" Reporter-Paula smirked into the camera. "I guess this is one disgusting shit-heap who is gonna get what she deserves!"

The camera swung back to Paula-Prime just in time to see her stick her thumb in her mouth and blow on it. Her cheeks popped out, cartoonishly large, each near the size of one of her breasts, and then after a moment an enormous cock tore itself loose from the groin of her leotard like Moby Dick rising to devour Ahab.

As long as a baseball bat and wide as a home run slugger's bicep, the monster schlong was accompanied by the appearance of a pair of testicles that hung like MLB-regulation hard-balls between her legs.

Paula's leotard reformed around her new anatomy. "This workout routine is called You're A Bad Daughter and I'm The Perfect Mother," she said, and then spitting a handful of superfluidic lube in each palm, Paula slicked herself up.

"Mom, I'm begging you. Please don't **** me."

"****? Who said anything about ****? The very idea!" said Paula, sarcastically, as she rammed her gigantic cock home. A grotesque distention immediately rose out of Lily's belly as her mother rammed the godcock deep inside of her, pushing her stretchy, elastic internal organs around with every rhythmic pulse.

"Also, I don't want you voting that, what's his name? Anyhow, he's dead now."

"What?" For a moment Lily was shocked into silence, and at that moment, the mirrors in front of her became a projector. It was playing a video of a woman identical to Lily except with a noticeably larger bust. She was reaching down Lily's boyfriend's pants. She was grinning and twisting at Dead Boyfriend's squeal of horror and fear. She was ripping his dong and balls right off and showing them to him.

"Yeah, I made a duplicate of myself and shapeshifted into a copy of you. His last moments were of you castrating him and laughing as he bleeds to ****. Good going, bitch," said Paula.

And with that, she had been cruel enough.

Paula came.

Pearly long strings of jizz erupted out of Lily's mouth, her nose, her ears, and the corners of her eyes. The power and velocity of the jizz was so powerful that it shattered all the mirrors in front of Lily and sent their shards crashing to the ground.

About thirty thousand people were watching the live broadcast from Times Square. Over the coming days and weeks it would go viral online--these things always went super viral--and every newspaper in the country ran a special front page story on what a horrendous slut Lily was, and how sad and unfair it was that such a magnificent and perfect woman like Paula was burdened with such a selfish sack of vomit.

Later that night, Paula made Lily give her a blowjob while she did a series of interviews with all the major networks about what an unexpected but welcomed turn of events it has been for this simple family dispute to become such an important example to the world of how amazing it is that Paula can full on **** her daughter in full view of the world and nobody cares.

"They'll never care, Lily," said Paula. "I can do it right in front of them and they just won't care." She grunted and came again. "I love you so much, sweetie," Paula said to her own reflection in the screen while she ran her hand through Lily's hair. "I love you so much."