New clothes

Vanessa followed Markle upstairs to her bedroom, crawling on all fours. Upon entry, Markle rushed over to a cupboard, while Vanessa attempted to stand. "I took the liberty of redesigning your clothes, especially now you're a larger size!" Markle chuckled, searching the cupboard for Vanessa's clothes. Vanessa felt slight relief, she may finally get to cover her naked body.

Markle found what she was looking for and held it up infront of Vanessa. "Tada!" Markle announced, causing Vanessa's jaw to drop. Markle held up Vanessa's expensive white top she wore a week ago before submitting herself to Markle. The top was very different now, however. For a start, it was larger, probably to fit her chubbier size. "Markle's Poopy Princess" had been drawn into the centre of the top in a brown font. Underneath on the hem of the top, poop emoji pictures lay next to each other. Two drawings of a poop turd were drawn either side of the phrase. Finally, "poo" was written over and over again on the straps holding the top together. "So whaddya think?" Markle asked.

Vanessa was too stunned to speak, her mind conflicted about how to react. "I think I've done a splendid job!" Markle continued. "You've fucking ruined my stuff yet again!! But I guess that's who you've made me now.." Vanessa hung her head down in shame, the humiliation had been too much. She had to submit to Markle or risk losing even more of her dignity.

Markle glossed over Vanessa's response, too excited about her designs. "Oh! I even sorted out your jeans too!" Markle lifted up a dull pair of brown denim shorts. Vanessa prayed that wasn't what was left of her designer jeans, now turned into a horrid colour and shape. Vanessa clenched her fists, furious with Markle. She managed to keep calm, however, knowing an outburst would likely get her on that awful machine again.

Markle chuckled, she could see the anger sprouting out of Vanessa. "Well, come over here and I'll get you dressed!" Markle instructed. As much as Vanessa hated to admit, she needed to cover up. She'd spent the past week destroying her body and pooping butt naked, clothes were starting to feel like a privilege.

Vanessa crawled over to Markle and allowed the her chubby tormentor to pull the humiliating garments, that were once fancy, onto her body. She was soon dressed. Markle held Vanessa up on her feet infront of a mirror, to solidify the new look. Vanessa felt crushed, she looked horrendous. The haircut, the chubby size, the awful clothes, she was everything but the supermodel she was only a week ago.

Tears rolled down Vanessa's cheeks, while her fists clenched. She was balancing both anger and frustration with sadness. "Well now that's that sorted, let's go have fun!" Markle demanded...