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Poor, pathetic, unfucked Billie Eilish or, as she's come to be known lately, “Bottom” Eilish. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride in situations like this, and sadly, it was her own fault. Bottom, for all of her merits…wasn't a very good bottom…at all. Did she have those gorgeous ocean eyes, just perfect for staring back at her owner? How about some of the biggest and fattest natural tits a young woman in Hollywood has ever boasted? What about a perfectly juicy, pale, ridiculously huge dump truck that would make any professional ass-fucker swoon? The answer to all of those questions was, of course, GOD YES. But if so…why was this her third time this week spending her night handcuffed to Olivia Rodrigo’s bedpost, completely stripped save for a set of nipple clamps weighing down her massive titties and forcing them to sag even more, and various derogatory writings sprawled across her body as she was forced to watch her precious GODrigo enjoy the smaller but equally familiar ass of another.
“Ohh fuck…oh my f-fuuuuck,” acclaimed Netflix and movie star Jenna Ortega gushed as she spread her cheeks for The Perfect, All-American Bitch to wreck her little Latin shit-pipe. All while Billie Big Bottom looked on, consumed by jealousy, her own asshole forced to remain empty without so much as a plug to accompany it, thanks to her inability to stop herself from disobeying her God. Her GODrigo, a woman who was in many ways, more than a woman. A woman who was SUPPOSED to be Billie’s reason for being. And maybe if she was, Liv’s comically huge strap-on cock, looking even bigger on her slim physique, would've been in Billie's ass and not in that of the much smaller girl’s.
“Mmmmmmm….fuck! This ass….it's so…hehe…like, smaller than yours, Bottom!” Olivia gushed as she pounded her fellow Disney alum. “And….ughhhh, God…I don't even mean that as, like, disrespectful for anything, because you know that…mmmm…we're, ugggh, like, close friends beyond all of this worship of me…besides doing that blonde bitch’s music video- no, no! Let it go, Liv…you're bigger than that!” A classic, trademark Olivia Rodrigo rambling that, ultimately distracted her from the original point she was trying to make. Luckily for her, Billie and her ridiculously fat, pale dumper were happy to remind her fellow Gen Z pop sensation.
“Bruhhhh…” Billie, in another blatant display of more brutal blasphemy, interrupted without permission. “Can we…umm, GODrigo? Can we PLEAAAAASE reconsider this whole ‘cold turkey’ thing? C'mon…I swear I've been good recently! I went almost an entire month without disobeying! That's gotta count for somethin’, right, dude? God…fuck…sorry.”
Olivia turned and grinned, continuing to thrust her hips as she laughed at the Birds of a Feather singer. “OHHHHH….so close, Bottom! Well, uhh, not really, actually, hehe. See, you're so deep in the hole…deeper than I am in WHOREtega’s hole right now…that I, like, seriously would need to see some LONG-TERM commitment and worship of me to ACKSHEE care? Is that computing in your little bottom brain, bitch?”
Billie simply sighed and lowered her head before nodding in agreement, her efforts pointless and ineffective.
“Good! Slay! Now, do as you're told and watch a good bottom in action!” Olivia demanded, emphasizing her words by shoving Jenna's hands aside before slapping those tight yet plump Latina butt cheeks, this generation’s Wednesday Addams crying out in a response fueled by passion, but twinged in disapproval. Disapproval that, thankfully for Jenna, and that last little spark inside of her just absolutely BEGGING to fuck some ass, Liv never seemed to catch.
Nevertheless, Billie lifted her head and continued to watch the action unfold, deja vu of where they just were before the young woman known for hiding her body’s outburst. And, unfortunately for that fuckpig…a phrase branded on her forehead in Olivia's favorite shade of purple Sharpie, along with other vicious assault like “FAT” and “UDDERS” each written on one of her incredibly massive tits, and “LIV WUZ NOT HERE” written across Bottom's big, fat bottom, among others…things weren't going to get any better. In fact, they were about to get much worse for the chart-topping, record-setting alt. pop sensation, as the action picked up, and Jenna's breathing grew heavier. Blatant indications that very soon, Jenna would experience something that Billie hadn't in ages: a proper anal orgasm.
All the while, Olivia continued to spew vitriol, reminding, “Don’t forget, Bottom…you were supposed to be my perfect, all-american bitch! Fully subservient, happy to publicly flaunt your sexuality. But you don't do that, huh? No, dummy, you don't! You still try to hide those massive fucking udders and that ridiculously huge wagon under those HIDEOUSLY baggy clothes, after I specifically told you to start slutting up!”
“I'm…I'm sorry,” Billie tried to reply, but it was no use. Liv was going off now, both on Billie AND Jenna, for entirely different reasons.
“It's too late for sorrys! Gah! Fucking dumb, thick bitch! Look at your body, Bills! Seriously, like…you've seen it! It should be on display at all times! So…what the fuck? Why are you so insistent on hiding it ON TOP…heh, the only time ‘you’ and ‘on top’ will ever belong in a sentence together, hehe…umm, right…ON TOP of constantly trying to sneak some fingers in your ass! God, you're seriously so gross.”
For a moment, Billie seriously considered breaking down into tears. Liv had been mean in the past, but this was basically an entirely new, sharp level of vitriol. But crying almost felt pointless, mostly because she knew GODrigo wouldn't care. Olivia wasn't exactly one for sharing feelings in the bedroom…no, she got her fair share of that in the recording studio. Billie knew her tears wouldn't reach Liv because all the younger girl cared about was fat, subservient ass, and to a slightly lesser extent, fat tits, as well. And that's when it hit her.
“What if…” Billie chirped up, clearing her throat to fight back the tears as she concocted her thoughts. Thoughts that, hopefully, would lead to her first ass-fucking in months. “What if I, like, got you some new ass to fuck? Would that…maybe…earn me some brownie points?”
Olivia turned her head, keeping her hips in action as she slammed Jenna WHOREtega's shit-pipe. “Oh? The fuckpig is recruiting now?”
“Well, nah, like…not like that, you know? We both know I'm not topping. I'm just saying, maybe I can set you up with someone new? Someone you've never fucked before?”
“I'm listening…” Olivia informed sternly, wearing a face that indicated nothing but unamusement, which continued throughout Billie’s explanation.
“Well…I guess that's all I got for now. C'mon, it's just a minute pitch!” Billie argued, her little bottom brain failing to expound on what was ultimately a pretty solid idea. Luckily for her…perhaps the first time Billie had been lucky in months…Jenna was happy to offer a lifeline.
“Ohhh FUCK! I…I overhead…uggghhh…at a Netflix premiere party that-ohhhhhhh goddd YESSSSSSS…that Millie Bobby Brown is…upset with her Mistress! Always complaining…she doesn't get fucked enough!” Jenna struggled through her moans to announce.
Olivia couldn't help but smile. “Oh really!? Oooh, she's so hot! And British! And juicy! Fuck, I wouldn't mind, like…heh…rearranging her GUTS, heh,” Rodrigo quipped, the announcement only encouraging her to pound Ortega's pooper even harder. And, naturally, the news was like music to Billie’s ears. An easy target, one who her precious GODrigo was interested in? Goodness gracious, she could practically feel the cock in her ass already…
“I can get you Millie! I'll have her fat, slutty ass on a silver platter for you, GODrigo,” Billie announced.
Liv furrowed her brows. “And? If you think I'm just gonna, like, forget all of the bad shit you've done, you're even dumber than I thought, Bottom!”
“No, no, no! Not forget. But, maybe like…give me another chance?” Such was barely a reward, especially when Billie knew she was risking adding another fat ass into Olivia's collection, but hell, she was too desperate to resist. She'd welcome anything BESIDES being cuffed to the bed and made to watch someone else get their ass fucked, at this point. “Just somethin’...a chance to show you I can still be a good bottom. That I can make you happy, Godrigo.”
Those last words seemed to resonate with the SOUR starlet, who contemplated what had been said long and hard before replying, “Alright. If you do that…if you can get me, your GOD…” Liv’s typically cherry tone disappeared as she spoke the word ‘God’, only for it to return immediately after. “Then MAYBE I'll be willing to lighten up on you. MAYBE. Get her here first though. Then we'll see, okay?”
Agreeing was bittersweet for Billie, no doubt, because she knew that in doing so, her ass would remain empty until Millie was within fucking distance, at the very least. But what choice did Eilish have? Getting her fat dump truck slammed by GODrigo was what she was made for, and this was the closest she's come in FOREVER to making that a reality. “Yes, GODrigo,” Billie submitted, thinking about the silver linings.
“Ahhh, slay!” Liv beamed, fantasies of Millie's fat, British booty filling her mind as she grabbed hold of Jenna's scrawny arms and yanked them back, annihilating Wednesday’s shitter as she announced, “And as for you? CUM! Go on, WHOREtega! I know, I know…you normally should beg, but don't worry, you deserve a reward for getting me a new bitch! So fucking cum! Cum for your GOD!”
Billie couldn't help but feel that jealousy and bitterness burn brighter, but alas, there wasn't anything she could do handcuffed to Olivia's bed. Nothing except hope and pray she can get the star of Stranger Things bent over so quickly, that GODrigo has no choice but to see how good of a bottom Bottom truly is! In time…in time.
For now, it was Jenna's time to shine, her sweet, Latin cakes getting absolutely hammered as her mind went blank, and euphoria consumed every inch of her teeny, tiny goddess-like frame. Jenna came, boy did she ever. She came good and hard like a bitch for GODrigo’s cock, just as she always did, without a single inkling of topping or fucking ass creeping inside of her mind. Ironically, thoughts she actually would've liked, unlike Billie, who would've been so happy and grateful to spend each and every day bent over for the Pop Rock Princess.
That was the dream, the two of them on opposite ends, one wanting desperately to be the biggest, brightest bottom ever, while the other aspired to have the best of both worlds as a switch…though Jenna would never admit this. Ortega wasn't sure when or IF she'd get the opportunity to make her dream a reality, but Billie knew that she was one step closer to achieving her’s. All she needed was a little push, and she hoped that securing The Face of Netflix's juicy, fat ass would be that and so, SO much more.
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A few days later…
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As the clock clicked to 8 on the dot, Millie Bobby Brown pulled up to an especially large New York apartment building, her mind a mix of various different emotions, just as it had been since she got that call from Billie Eilish a few days ago. The star of ‘Stranger Things’ had always been a huge fan of Billie's work, the unique blend of quiet, soothing vocals and the genius sound-mixing in collaboration with her brother Finneas, Eilish’s music appealed to the mass of Gen Z, and Millie was not excluded from that. She'd been to a few concerts here and there when she wasn't busy filming stuff for Netflix or promoting her “Florence by Mills” fashion and cosmetics brand…or getting her ass fucked by Mistress Natalia…but, MBB had never gotten the chance to meet Billie directly. So, when “The Bad Guy” herself called Millie up, asking if she was interested in having Billie model for Florence by Mills…well…the ‘Eleven’ actress simply couldn't pass up on an opportunity to grow her business AND meet one of her favorite artists, now could she?
Though the proposal came out of seemingly nowhere, especially since they'd never even met before, Millie was happy to agree, leading Billie to text an address for them to meet up and discuss the logistics of it all. The British Bombshell could see it now…FLORENCE BY MILLS-FEATURING BILLIE EILISH! It was destined to be a smash hit with fans, no doubt about it. Millie was nothing if not a smart businesswoman, especially for her age. She's seen the discourse online for years, fans clamoring to see Billie embrace her natural, god-given sex appeal more often. Getting Eilish and, most importantly, her INCREDIBLE body on board would grow her business tenfold, hell, maybe even twentyfold! Well worth booking the flight to New York City…especially since Mistress Natalia was always too busy anyway to give her a reason NOT to anyway. Though Millie couldn't help but think about how strange it was that Billie had her come out to NYC when everything she'd read online said The Bad Guy lived somewhere in LA.
Either way, Millie stepped out of the car, looking like a million bucks in her own branded workout apparel, a simple, lavender two-piece bralette and biker shorts combo that hugged her curves perfectly, her dyed-blonde hair hanging down to her chest. She wasn't sure what to expect as she walked the halls of the complex until she stepped up to Billie's apartment door and knocked, pulling a small mirror out of her purse to check her make-up before her announcement was answered. It wasn't long before the door creaked open and Billie Eilish, in all of her trademark, baggy-clothed swag stepped out. “Yoooooooooo, what's up, Mills?” Billie greeted, grinning ear-to-ear; Millie couldn't help but feel that Billie seemed unreasonably happy to see her. Though, she didn't think about it too long, mostly because she was happy to finally meet her.
“Oh goodness…it's really you, haha! I mean, like…I knew it'd be you aftah the conversation we had and whatnot but…still surreal to see all of ya in person! I'm such a big fan, seriously, like…Hit Me Hard and Soft was my album of the year last year…just SOOOOO good!” Millie gushed, feeling as though she heard a scoff when Mills mentioned HMHAS as her top album, though it obviously didn't come from Billie. “Is…Is anyone else there?”
Billie furrowed her brows, looking behind her only briefly to sell the moment before insisting, “Huh? Oh, nah. Just me, for real. Come in, dude…like I told you over FaceTime, we got some shit to talk about.” The Grammy award-winning superstar welcomed Millie in, who stepped inside the lavish apartment before Billie closed the door behind them, offering Mills to, “Take a seat on the couch,” and locking the door once the actress was far enough not to hear the sound of a shifting deadbolt.
“This is a nice place…different from what I'm used to on the farm and all. But like, obviously being an actress and whatnot I…you know what, I should probably just stop talking haha. Sorry, I'm just star-struck. Ahhhh!” Millie announced, looking around as she traveled to the couch, her eyes passing over the lively, atmospheric decor. Decor that, while nice…really didn't feel very “Billie”. Strange, but MBB didn't think about it for too long. After all, why would global superstar Billie Eilish, of all people, lie to her?
“Oh shit? Hell yeah, bro, that's cool! I'm glad you like it. And for real, no need to be all gaga over me. Especially since I'm a big fan of yours too.” Billie grinned, the true meaning of her words going undetected. Which, truthfully, was to be expected. How could Millie possibly know what was about to happen?
Billie took a seat next to Millie before immediately asking, “Wanna drink or somethin'?”
“No, no…I'm good, thank you!” Millie denied.
“Bet, bet…”
“SOOOOO…do you wanna get right into the details? I talked to my legal team yestahday and they already whipped up a contract to make you the official brand ambassador of Florence by Mills,” Millie announced, opening up her purse, clearly in search of the document, only to be cut off by the inspiring artist.
“I mean, we coulddddd…but like, maybe we should chat first? Get to know each other on a personal level before I sign that contract, you know?” Billie suggested slyly, directing the conversation exactly where she wanted it.
“Oh, yeah…definitely! That sounds good,” Millie agreed, and just like that, they embarked on a nice, long chit-chat, shooting shit back and forth, discussing interests, talking about their jobs, giving in-depth looks at both. Bonding over their shared love of music, specifically Billie’s music, as well as gushing about the last season of Stranger Things. On and on it seemed to go, Billie buying her time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to initiate the big reveal…and when Bills got a text informing her that she “was taking too long”, she decided to stop waiting and get the ball rolling.
“Cool, cool. So, like…what do you do for fun? Like, in your free time?” Billie asked.
“Oh gosh, I'm so busy all the time between my job and passion projects like Florence by Mills. I'm sure you're rather busy too, yeah? Something of a global phenomenon, eh, Billie, haha?” Millie joked.
Clearly, Mills was operating under the assumption that her secrets were just that…secrets. Perhaps she wasn't aware that EVERYONE in Hollywood was fucking each other, especially the girlies? Either way, it was blatantly obvious that now was the time to strike, and strike The Bad Guy did, like a bolt of white-hot lightning. “Of course I'm busy but…I always make time for my Mistress,” Billie assured, dropping the bombshell before adding, “Don't you, Millie?”
Millie tried to feign shock for but a moment before realizing that Billie wasn't kidding, forcing her to drop the facade. “Ughhhh…not lately. Not my fault, either. I try to make time for Mistress Natalia but, like-uggghhh, she's always too busy with Sadie or Maya! It's like she doesn't even want me! And like, c'mon! I'm way hottah than either of them!” Millie spewed, venting like crazy, as if it was the first time she was getting all of this off of her chest.
“Woah, woah…Mistress Natalia? Sadie? Maya? Are all of you Stranger Things chicks bangin’?” Billie asked with a giggle.
“Well I think at first, it was just me and Mistress Natalia,” Millie confirmed, feeling so open and loose, vastly different from how she had when she first entered. Billie ultimately made the right move by starting with casual banter before jumping in with the big guns. “She USED to have time for me. But that was so long ago, I rarely even get to talk to her, let alone get my arse fucked. Bum’s always plugged, thank God, but still!”
“Lucky,” Billie whispered underneath her breath, the chirp remaining unheard while she pushed the conversation further. “Ahem, um, anyway…it's interesting you say that, haha. ‘Cause I kinda had someone I wanted you to meet, Mills…oh, GODrigo!!!!”
That dazed and confused look on Millie's face returned only briefly, everything happening far too quickly for her mind to process the pun and reveal to her the identity of who'd been beckoned. Luckily, said revelation was just on the horizon, loud clunks seemingly belonging to a pair of heavy combat boots coming from upstairs, drawing closer and closer. Millie’s eyes locked onto the top of the staircase, waiting for whoever it was to turn the corner. And then, in a flash of burning crimson, there she was. Mastermind behind hit albums like SOUR and GUTS, princess of pop-rock, Olivia Rodrigo. Slender, serene and spectacular in a rather simple red T-shirt, (perhaps a tease of her next album’s theme?) slim-fit high-rise blue jeans, and signature Dr. Martens 8065 Mary Jane boots. Her lips and nails were red to match her shirt, and her long, gloriously brown hair was done up in a ponytail, a rarity for Olivia, at least compared to her public persona. Compared to the other girls, she looked like the perfect picture of grace, modesty and femininity, something Billie knew GODlivia was the furthest thing from.
“GODDDD, I thought you were NEVER gonna shut up and get on with it,” Liv groaned as she stepped down the stairs, her words clearly directed at Billie, who immediately dropped to her knees, as Millie looked on in shock and awe, a sudden realization popping into her mind: this wasn't Billie's apartment…it was Olivia's, and this whole ‘business meeting’ was a set-up.
“I…I'm sorry, GODrigo! I just wanted to wait for the right moment, you know?”
Olivia rolled her eyes and ignored her MOST pathetic, unGUTSy, not-so-perfect all-anal bitch, instead opting to focus on her latest target. Sticking out her hand, Liv greeted, “Hi there, Millie…I'm Olivia. It's nice to meet you!”
Millie reached forward, immediately taking note of Liv’s surprising grip strength. “H-Hi, I'm-”
“No need to introduce yourself, I know who you are! I'm, like, suuuuuuuch a ST girlie! WOOOOO, RONANCE!!! WOOOOO!!!” Olivia cheered, proclaiming her love for her favorite Stranger Things ‘ship. “No offense to that geeky kid…whatever his name is…but El should TOTALLY end up with Max. Buuuuut, anywhoooo…my little pet already told you why you're here, didn't she?”
“Ummmm, no, technically. But, I can kinda infer, I guess,” Millie pointed out, forcing Olivia to roll her eyes at Billie, who lowered her head in shame.
“God, you suck,” Liv scowled in Eilish's direction, rolling her eyes with a look on her face reminiscent of her SOUR album cover, minus the pretty dichotomy stickers attached to her face.
“Sorry, GODrigo,” Billie cried out, but it was too little, too late.
Olivia smacked the top of Billie's raven-haired head and scolded, “Bad bitch! Bad! Did I, like, NOT tell you to make it clear to her what I wanted so I WOULDN'T have to do allllllll of the work myself?”
Billie winced as she pleaded, “You did! Fuck, I'm sorry, GODrigo! I'm so sorry! Like, for real!”
“Ughhhh, you're just BEGGING to be…reverted…aren't you, bitch?” Olivia asked and suddenly, Billie, who was already terrified, seemed to achieve a new level of fear.
“God no, please…anything but that again!” Billie cried out, pathetically kissing Olivia's boots in between her speech. “I swear! I'll do anything! I want to keep being a girl…or your fuckhole…whatever the fuck you wanna call me! Please! I don't wanna MOO anymore!”
Millie watched on in a mix of horror and intrigue, a bevy of thoughts swirling in her mind, chief among them being just how powerful Olivia seemed to be. Almost unreasonably so for a girl barely older than her, without an ounce of muscle on that skinny, model-like frame of hers. Yet, her grip over Billie was astounding. It was as if Billie's entire life revolved around worshipping Olivia, a feeling that Millie sorely missed, reminiscent of the early days of her loyalty towards Natalia.
“You don't want to MOO for me? For you God?” Olivia asked rhetorically.
“Fuck…I'm sorry! I'll do it, if that's what you want, GODrigo! Seriously! I shouldn't have begged to, like, NOT! Please! Clearly I need it! Dehumanize me! Turn me into breeding stock!!!!” Billie rained down kisses on Liv’s boots once again, continuing to showcase the stranglehold the younger popstar held over her fellow Grammy winner. So visceral, so raw and irreparable that a simple question could force Billie to gladly welcome being stripped of her human identity in favor of posing as breeding stock for her God’s amusement. “MOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOO!”
All the while, Olivia giggled to herself, patting the bitch on the head as she assured, “Just fuckin’ with ya, Bottom. THAT punishment is reserved for the bottomest…bottomiest? Bottomer? The…like, the very bottom of the barrel? Those bitches. Which, at one point in time, you were, but hey, then you graduated to just being my cuck, remember!?”
“Yes, GODrigo! Thank you so fuckin' much!” Billie graciously accepted.
“Right! And despite everything, you did a good job! Millie is here…you did exactly as promised…and brought her fat, British BUM to me in a silver fucking platter! Slay!”
“Wa…wait. I…well, I don't know if you heard but I already have a Mistress,” Millie announced.
“So?” Olivia asked matter-of-factly. “You're not gonna fool me, Mills. I know you're not happy with Natalia.”
Millie gulped.
“I know that your asshole is sooooooooooo unloved and desperate for attention. It's, like, written all over your face. Seriously! Like, it's SUPER obvious,” Olivia insisted. But, Millie wasn't entirely sold quite yet.
“I…okay, okay, ya not wrong. But I can't just, like, betray Mistress Natalia or whatevah! She taught my arse to love! It…it wouldn't be right. I'm sorry,” Millie maintained.
Billie chirped up, “But you said she doesn't even fuck you though, bro. And not even because, like, you don't deserve it, like me…”
“Exaaaaaaaactly,” Olivia replied, this time lightly patting Billie on the head. “Clearly she's more interested in fucking…who? Maya? Sadie? Can't blame her, those are some serious pieces of ass…”
“Hey…my arse is fattah then theirs are!” Millie fired back before quickly covering her mouth, realizing she'd spoken out of turn.
“Hmmmmm, well I guess not if you're completely neglected and unfucked, huh? But, can't be helped, I guess,” Olivia smugly pointed out with a sarcastic shrug. “I can't FORCE my FOURTEEN INCH strap-on in your ass, can I, Mills? No, no…WAIT! Don't answer that…answer this one instead: you DO realize that this is a one-time offer, right? Either you take this opportunity to worship MEEEEE, Olivia GODrigo, hehe…or you return home to your sad little farm in Georgia with a sad and empty little butthole.”
Millie lowered her head, so conflicted. But she stayed silent, allowing Olivia to continue her manipulation tactics. “Mills, truly…I hope you're happy…just not like how you would've been with me…RIP. Oh well! At least you tried, Bottom. Woe is me…woe is me. But, to quote another of my fat-assed bitches, it's ok, i'm ok. We have OPTIONS. I guess since you're the only piece of ass around, I'll just have to fuck you, then!”
Billie's ocean eyes went wide, and her jaw slacked in disbelief. Could it be? The moment she'd been waiting for? The “Happier Than Ever” singer was so stunned, she could barely even think enough to respond. “W…woah…r-really?! Like…you're not kidding?”
“Do I look like I'd be kidding?” Rodrigo snapped, subsequently pulling Billie back on track as well.
“No, no! No way! Umm…thank you so much for the reward, GODrigo!” Billie beamed.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Olivia dismissed before returning her attention to Millie and explaining, “Mildred, the door is right there, okay? Please…see yourself and your empty little unfucked butthole out. I'll just upstairs, in my bedroom…second door on your right, hehe…fucking this bitch…wishing I had some new ass or whatever…”
It was pretty obvious even to a dumb, anal-addicted bottom like Millie what Olivia was doing. She was preying on the actress's needs, and using Billie to make those needs even more prevalent and ferocious. And the sad part was, as Olivia and Billie ran up the stairs towards her room, leaving Millie alone…it was working. Mills plopped down on the couch instead of leaving, instead of walking away and confirming her loyalty towards Mistress Natalia. For several long, dragging minutes, she sat and thought about the best option. She knew in her heart of hearts that she should've just left…no way that Olivia Rodrigo, some wannabe pop-punk princess from the Disney Channel, could ever truly compare to a goddess like Natalia Dyer. A real woman, in Millie's eyes. The woman who took her butt cherry and made her fall in love with submitting to alpha cock.
Deep down, Millie knew that Olivia couldn't match Natalia but…she couldn't stop herself from getting curious, from thinking about what another top might actually be capable of. MBB knew what she'd be risking heading upstairs, but it couldn't be helped. Her curiosities got the better of her. “It'll be fine, yeah…I'm just gonna watch,” She kept telling herself once she finally found the courage to stand up, walk the stairs, and navigate Olivia Rodrigo’s second story. Heel, toe, heel, toe, until she found the second door on her right, just as Liv had teased. As she drew closer, what were quite obviously Billie Eilish's moans of pleasure became audible, and when Millie arrived at her destination, she found out exactly why she could hear them so clearly. The door had been left open, only a crack but more than enough to let the alt. pop superstar’s cries of euphoria seep out into the hallway, and more importantly, enough to inform Millie Bobby Brown that she was more than welcome to come in and join the fun. An invitation she couldn't deny and thus, she pushed the door open lightly and slipped inside, her eyes immediately locking onto the action.
Initially, Olivia didn't seem to notice that Millie was watching her cute little Filipina tush jiggle ever-so-slightly as she hammered Bottom Eilish’s insanely massive dump truck. Hell, Mills couldn't even tell if Liv knew she was there, and she was certain Billie had no clue; the super-pale LA-born superstar was so high on cloud nine that she wouldn't have noticed if the fucking building caught on fire. But, Millie quickly learned how illogical her assessment of Olivia was when that GUTSy ass-fucking guru greeted, “Oh, hey, Mills! L O L, haha…that didn't take long, did it.”
“Hey I..” Millie spoke up but quickly lowered her tone after she was interrupted by the sound of Olivia's palm cracking off of Bottom’s massive, pasty booty. “I…just came to watch, is all. I've never seen anothah top in action before.”
“Interesting, interesting…” Olivia grinned in-between grunts, her words barely even audible through Billie Big Bottom's incoherent ramblings. Ramblings that were well and truly understood, seeing as how Billie’s massive dumper hadn't been fucked in months. Hell, she wasn't even allowed to wear a plug anymore, such was life as a bitch who meant well but always managed to slip up and disobey just before getting her good girl points. But, none of that mattered now! Nope! She'd done good on her promise! Billie brought Millie to her precious GODrigo and now, she was reaping the rewards in the form of 14 inches of girlcock slamming her shit-pipe silly. Was she only getting it because Millie still needed convincing, and giving her a first-hand look at what she was missing out on? Sure, but it didn't matter to Billie. All that did was her big, fat ass was getting wrecked by a skinny pop-star a year younger than her. The rest was just pointless details.
“I'm just…curious, is all,” Millie insisted as she drew in, coming around the side for a closer look at the action. That's when she finally saw Billie in her fully-depraved state. Eyes bulging, mouth hanging open with drool pooling out onto the sheets below, nipple clamps weighing down her magnificent, monumental milkers, and various insults written in purple Sharpie that Olivia seemed to notice at the exact same time as Millie.
“I guess this shouldn't be here anymore, huh, hehe?” Liv asked, running her hand along the ‘LIV WUZ NOT HERE’ branding, a phrase that had been written, showered off and rewritten so many times over the last year that it was practically tattooed on Billie's pale, porcelain-esque skin. Such was proven moments after when Olivia spat into her palm and attempted to rub it off, only to get absolutely nowhere, resulting in a fit of pointless frustration and a punishment of several harsh smacks, as if it was Billie's fault that permanent markers are fairly effective. “Welp, I tried, hehe! Sorry, Bottom! But liiiiiike…ugh…I mean it's not like you're NOT gonna need it later, right, haha?”
Billie's mind was too cooked to care about Liv’s teasing, much less her future with that massive, purple strap-on turning her asshole to mush for the first time in forever. Something that Millie herself couldn't help but notice, seeing as how she was going through her own withdrawal. But, unlike Billie, Mills wasn't even at fault! She always did exactly what Mistress Natalia demanded, always played by the rules. Yet, she never got to reap the rewards. Hell, she rarely even got to play along, and spread Maya or Sadie's fat cheeks, or be the resident ATM whore of the group. Most of the time, she was just a piece of ass in the collection, the dusty toy at the bottom of the toybox, inside and seemingly unwanted, and the worst part was, Olivia knew it, too.
“Why don't you take a picture, Mills? It'll last longer, hehe,” Liv teased, giving The Bad Guy’s big fat booty another spank as she slammed the juicy, jiggly cheeks as hard as her little frame would let her, Rodrigo already beginning to work up a sweat. “You know…this COULD be you! No pressure, of course, hehe…I know that just watching is…hehe…enough for you…g…get it? Do you get it? You get it, right?”
Millie weakly shook her head; she wasn't quite so familiar with Olivia's discography.
“Whatevah!” Liv giggled to a chorus of Billie Big Bottom bleats, mocking Millie's British accent. “I'm sure watchin’ me bum ‘er huge arse gives ya…hehe…deja vu…you get that one right!? C'mon, you have to! That's like, one of my biggest songgggggsss!!!”
The young, English actress couldn't help but grin at Olivia's natural, quirky charm and inescapable “theater kid” energy. “Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one. ‘Car riiiiiiides…to Malibuuuuu’...good stuff, good stuff.”
“Aww, c'mon, Mills, don't leave it there! Ah, no-WAIT! BOTTOM….?”
“FAWK!!! Y-Yeah???” Billie, frail and faltering, asked; the pleasure had long-since begun to overwhelm her, which was understandable considering how long it had been. But, the length of time didn't change the fact that cumming without permission was a bad idea right?, and Billie likely wouldn't get the go-ahead until she spilled her GUTS about how badly she needed it, which would only come AFTER doing everything that GODrigo demanded until the BITTERSUITE end.
“What's the next line, bitch!? Sing it! Now! Sing my perfect, well-written and raw and emotional lyrics that IIIIIIIII wrote myself because I'm a REAL musician!” Liv demanded, slapping Billie yet again for emphasis, though it was mostly for her own selfish desire to see that pasty, gelatinous cheek jiggle uncontrollably.
“Uggghhhhhh, fuuuuuck…ummmm…s-strawberry…ice cream…one s-spoooooooon for-AHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCK!!!!” Billie attempted to finish the lyrics to the opening verse of Olivia's smash-hit, “deja vu”, but she couldn't keep her composure, thanks to the massive purple strap-on barreling in and out of her shit-pipe, Billie getting her cheeks clapped better than she could ever remember, likely because she couldn't even remember the last time she GOT them clapped anyway. Her failure was understandable albeit upsetting to Olivia, who always loved hearing those lyrics she poured her heart into. But hey, it couldn't be helped, right?
“Eh, well…close enough, I guess, haha!” Olivia giggled to herself before turning to Millie and insisting,“I'm just too good at owning bitch ass, Mills. It's not Bottom’s fault that my dick is too good for her to focus, you know?”
“You're awfully full of yourself, huh?” Millie asked, perhaps getting a bit too comfortable.
“Well, ummm…DUH?” Olivia confidently replied, grabbing a handful of Billie's jet-black hair and yanking the ocean-eyed artist’s head back as her perfect, all-american hips went to work on that comically large, pale dumper. “Like, seriously though. I don't mean to say that I'm just, like, so much better than you guys as human beings or whatever because, c'mon, I'm just a girl living her dream, you know? The umm…the music dream, not the whole, like, ass-fuckery thing? But anyWHO, I'm trying to say that it should be pretty obvious WHY I'm ‘full of myself’. I've never met a bottom who didn't think I was absolutely SLAY in the sack, you know? Unless…you think…I'm not?”
Millie quickly scrambled to explain, “No, no! I…didn't say that. But I already have a Mistress, and-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I already know! Mistress Natalia this, Mistress Natalia that! Who cares? Bottom? Bottom, wakey, wakey!” Olivia called out with a series of smacks to that bountifully fat booty before asking, “What's that thing I always have you say? You know it…why don't you tell young Mildred here so she can get an idea about how I compare to ‘Mistress Natalia’?”
“Ohhhh God, bruhhhh….” Billie squealed before happily obeying like a good little cock zombie. “Wh…why have uhhh…a Mistress when y-ya c-can…ooooh fuuuuuck…obey a GOD!”
“Exaaaaaaaactly! See, you got it!” Liv praised before turning back to Millie. “There it is, Mills. That's the ugly truth. Like, I'm sorryyyyyy…but, like, if Mistress Natalia was here? She'd melt, and I'd fuck her ass just as hard as I'm fucking Bottom’s. Yeah, uh-huh. Sorry, I don't make the rules…hehe…just kidding.”
“Oh, good,” Millie sighed. “No way that Mistress Natalia would bend ovah for anothah top.”
“Whoops! Sorry, I ummm, I wasn't kidding about that, hehe,” Liv clarified. “The KID was saying I don't make the rules. Clearly I do. Isn't that right, Bottom????”
“Fuck yessssssss, GODRIGOOOOOOO!!!!” Eilish screamed, beginning to reach her absolute limit despite her owner failing to pay any nevermind.
Instead, Olivia continued her manipulative diatribe on the star of Netflix's biggest show, ramping up her efforts with a simple reminder. “But, I guess you wouldn't know that considering you won't do what's good for you and just, like, bend over for me. Whatevs. It's your loss.”
“I…I have a Mistress, can't,” Millie reminded.
“Yes, you've made that very clear…why are you still here?” Olivia asked.
“I…I wanted to see what anothah top was capable of-”
“Well guess what, Mills?!” Olivia interrupted, her peppy, theater kid energy fading in a momentary flash of frustration. “Looking’s for losers. Clearly you're biased against me, it's fine, it's fine! It's just like we always say around here, right bottom? All the tiiiiiiiiiime, I'm grateful all the time! Maybe you should learn that, Mildred. Because, like, you SAAAAAAAY you wanted to see what another top could do…but why?”
“I…” Millie paused, letting it stew for a moment, before coming to a surprising realization. “I…don't actually know.”
“Well maybe you don't, but guess who does? Me! Livie! That's who! And why did you SUDDENLY decide to watch little ol’ me do what I do second best…first being writing music, of course…? Because you've got a slutty, unfucked butt! And you're so desperate for ANY kind of attention for it, but you're too dumb to realize it's not gonna come from your Mistress, but you're ALSOOOOO too dumb to betray your Mistress.”
“That's not true!” Millie barked, a flare-up that easily would've seen her sentenced to a lifetime of Olivia stripping away her rights as a human if the actress was already her property.
“Oh gosh…who are you kidding? It's SO true! C'mon, what do you think I am, dumb? Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question. Instead, answer this: don't you miss getting…hehe…bummed? Huh? Huuuuuuh?” Olivia couldn't help but do her best British accent again; it came with the UK slang territory for her, a love letter to her special-someone across the pond, as it were.
“I…I can't betray Mistress Natalia,” Millie reiterated, every syllable lacking the confidence she carried even a moment ago, much less than what she had upon walking the stairs. She was cracking, Livie could tell. All she needed was one more push, and luckily for the three time Grammy winner and nine time Grammy snub, she had just the thing in mind.
“So, don't betray her. Just get a closer look! It won't hurt! Go ahead and spread Bottom's big fat ass for me so I can focus on moving my perfect, all-american hips! Like, open her up even mo’ for GOD-RI-GO, hehe…you like that one, Bottom? Yeah, I know you do, heh! C'mon, Mills, that's no different than what you do for Mistress Natty, right? You said it yourself!” Ye old ease, the perfect solution to Millie's apprehension. Comfort. Placing her in a comfortable, familiar situation.
“I guess that…wouldn't be so bad,” Millie weakly agreed, slowly walking over to the bed, setting her purse down on the nightstand and doing just that, Olivia pulling her hands away from Billie Big Bottom's bountiful booty and allowing Bobby Brown to broaden that butt herself.
“See, there you go!” Olivia snickered as her hips pumped, while Millie took in the feeling of her favorite pop-star’s gigantic ass in her grasp. So pale and pasty, fuck a tan and tasty. Billie's dump truck was beyond perfect. So perfect, in fact, that if she didn't have those ridiculous milk tanks attached to her chest, it'd be her best feature, a statement GODrigo had submitted to her no less than a thousand times since submitting. Truthfully, as a pathetic, fat-arsed bottom herself, Millie never thought about just how juicy Eilish's expansive rear end was, but now that it was in her hands, centimeters away from her eyes…she couldn't help but notice. And, as she did, another thought occurred: Olivia's self-control was quite impressive.
Quite literally, Millie had never seen such a massive, ridiculous dumper up close. Considering the entire concept of topping seemed to be centered around ass-centric activities and the like, MBB would've guessed that Rodrigo would be LIVin’ in Billie's backdoor. But…no. Impressive…very impressive self-control that Millie couldn't help but commend and be impressed by. Equally breathtaking however, was the force that Olivia managed to unleash with her thrusts. Obviously belonging to little Natalia Dyer, Millie was no stranger to experiencing a slim and skinny top going to WORK at an extreme degree. But…maybe it was just the fact that Millie hadn't been fucked in months or even seen a top in action in a few weeks, or maybe Olivia's added weight and muscle-tone compared to Natalia gave her some kind of advantage in the comparison…Little Livie seemed to be much more powerful.
Millie didn't get to dwell on that thought for long though. Shortly after, Olivia began to slow down her thrusts before coming to a complete and abrupt stop, Billie squealing like a stuck piggy GODrigo’s 14-inch purple mastodon was plucked from her stupendous shitbox. Said cock was then directed towards Mills, Olivia asking, “Care for a taste?”
Immediately, Millie denied, “No, no…I…I really shouldn't. Spreading ‘er cheeks is one thing but…”
“Oh c'mon, Mills! Think about how many times you're going to get to taste Billie Eilish's asshole…this is your only shot! Hell, you didn't even know she was a bottom until about an hour ago! You'll probably never get this chance, like, EVER again, you know,” Olivia argued, and unfortunately for Mistress Natalia, that pop-rock princess made too good of a point for Millie to deny any further.
“I…I guess it wouldn't hurt if I…” Millie groaned with lust as her eyes locked onto that massive drop, dripping with the remnants of her favorite pop-star's butt juice. And, just like that, she couldn't resist. Millie opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Olivia's cock, devouring Billie’s butt cream, feasting as if it was LUNCH time. Up and down, up and down, slurping up as much as she could before getting adventurous and taking more and more down her throat. Admittedly, Millie's cock-sucking skills were a bit rusty, but she still managed to enjoy more than enough to last her a lifetime. Only…she didn't want it to last…Billie tasted so good…so perfect.
Olivia could tell that Mills was loving the taste, and promptly preyed on the bitch's feelings. “Are you…like…absolutely POSITIVE you don't wanna at least try this cock out? C'mon…just ten minutes…”
“B-But…no, I-” Millie began refusing again, even more unsure and unconfident this time, but Liv wasn't giving up. She could feel victory in her grasp, Olivia knew that all MBB needed was a little push to become a full-fledged traitor.
“C'mon, PWEEEEEEZE?” Olivia pouted, flashing her big, brown puppy dog eyes, before warming up her vocal cords and singing, “All I want is YOUR FAT ASSSSSS, is all I want too much to askkkkk? Is there something wrong with meeeeeeeeee? Like, c'mon, haha. Just 10 minutes. I won't even fuck you! You can just ride it! I swear! And I promise, if I'm not like, the tippiest top you've ever felt, I'll leave you alone forever!”
Millie went silent for a moment as she mulled over the question. The proposition was incredibly convincing, especially after getting a taste of Billie's asshole, subsequently forcing her into “the mood”, so to speak. Little by little since she first laid eyes on Olivia, Millie's confidence had been wavering, until now, when it was practically hanging on by a thread. All she needed to do was cut that thread. Pluck it and end all of this, once and for all. “Ya promise?” She asked.
“Scout's honor,” Olivia assured, crossing her fingers. “Wait…I wasn't in the scouts. Hmmm…I did play a baker in a movie once…let's go with baker’s honor? Is that a thing? Eh, fuck it, it's fine! Just trust me, hehe.”
“O-Okay,” Millie agreed, Olivia immediately beaming from ear to ear.
“SLAYYYYY!!!! Get up, bitch!” Liv barked, slapping Billie's fat ass. “Back to the bedside where you belong!”
“Aww, what?” Billie groaned, understandably upset and distraught by the fact that she was back to being disregarded no less than a second after Bobby Brown agreed to bounce on Olivia's baton. No matter what, when it came to Billie's relationship with her God, it was always 1 step forward, 3 steps back. A sad, unfortunate reality, but THE reality nonetheless. “I didn't even get to cum!”
That face…Olivia's totally annoyed, definitely 1000% SOUR expression returned, forcing her bubbly, cheerful expression down again as she asked, “Who the fuck said you deserved to cum anyway?” And, promptly, Billie went right back to obeying.
“Fuck…sorry GODrigo! Please don't punish me again! I swear I'm grateful for what I just got! Thank you so much for giving my fat, worthless-ahh, fuck…MOOOOO! MOOOOO!!! Is that better? I'm so sorry…MOOOOO!!!” So pathetic…so helplessly pathetic. Millie continued to wonder if Natalia had what it takes to EVER have such power over another human being the way Olivia has over Billie.
“That's okay, forgive you, little miss livestock. Just…get out of my WAY!” Olivia barked, promptly pushing Billie off the bed, forcing the fat-assed, big-breasted moo’ing bitch to tumble down painfully. Though her physical wounds could never, ever compare to the emptiness in her heart and, more importantly, gaping asshole, knowing that her only tender moments with GODrigo were spoiled. She didn't get to cum, and probably wouldn't anytime soon. Such was life as Bottom Eilish. Adding salt to the wound, Olivia reminded, “Just remember, Bottom…All the tiiiiiiiiiime, I'm grateful all the time! Sing it, it applies to you, hehe!”
Billie sang softly to herself in her typical hushed, whispery tones, her eyes never leaving the action on the bed as her nipple clamps weighed even heavier than normal. That being said, the other girls paid her no nevermind, Olivia instead focusing on laying flat while Millie stripped off her clothes and crawled up and began to straddle her. Like an experienced bottom should, Mills expected Olivia to crave a first-hand look at her fat, British bum, despite the fact that The GUTSy Girlie claimed she wouldn't even be involved in this endeavor, terms that Millie herself agreed to. But, perhaps her bottoming instincts were taking over. That couldn't be helped, could it? Either way, she didn't think too much about it, instead focusing her attention on crawling into a reverse cowgirl deal before reaching back to remove her plug and, promptly…hesitating.
Olivia, noticing this, quickly jumped in, stating, “Allow me…” before taking the initiative and, using one hand to spread one of Millie's delicious cheeks, wrapped her fingers around the base of that plug and plucked it out slowly, forcing the English actress to moan. Liv scanned over the cream-covered plug briefly, noticing the lack of Natalia ‘branding’ as it were and starting, “Just a basic, store-bought plug, huh? That's kinda lame. Ah, but who cares, right? Proceed, Mills, proceed, hehe.”
Livie passed the plug off to Billie, giving her the opportunity to return the favor so to speak by experiencing the taste of Millie's ass for the first time. So good, as expected of a gorgeous young girl with a beautiful bum, though obviously, The Bad Guy knew it'd taste even better off of GODrigo’s massive strap. Nevertheless, she happily sucked on that plug like a baby would a pacifier as Millie fondled Livie’s spit and ass-covered cock, lining it up with her awaiting shitbox. Needless to say, she was more than a bit nervous. It was a moment of firsts. The biggest cock she's ever taken, or at least it certainly looked like it. But more importantly, the first cock belonging to someone other than her Mistress. But, Millie knew she needed to do this. Mentally, she knew that she needed to prove Mistress Natalia's worth. That Natalia was better, and that her own love for Natalia would usurp whatever pleasure she managed to pluck from this peppy pop girlie. And with those thoughts in her mind, she slowly began to impale herself on that massive rod.
Immediately, Millie bellowed out in pain. Huge, absolutely huge, the stretching resulted in the most pain that she could ever remember experiencing from anal, which should've been expected. This was the biggest cock she'd ever attempted to take, after all, following months of abstinence outside of her plug. It was natural, and Millie knew that in time, she'd be just fine. It helped that as she winced and cried in pain, Olivia hummed the lyrics to “all-american bitch”. The same lyrics she'd thrusted upon Billie. “All the tiiiiiiiiiime, I'm grateful all the time.” She didn't sing them out-right, but by now, Millie recognized the melody with relative ease. For some reason, she found it surprisingly soothing. It helped ease the tension and push Millie towards taking every inch faster than she should've.
Which wasn't all bad, seeing as how she only had ten minutes to enjoy the ride, right? She didn't want to spend that entire time writhing in pain, did she? Her “Mistress Natalia” narrative was suggesting that she should've, in her mind. A small price to pay to guarantee her beloved owner's success in this one-sided battle between pop-star and actress. But that would've meant NOT even attempting to enjoy the first dick her fat, jiggly bum has had in months, and as a proud member of the anal-addicted club, she simply couldn't resist. Once everything settled down, and she spent a nice few minutes recovering after gobbling up every thick inch with her British keister, Millie took the opportunity she'd desperately been waiting for, and began to bounce up and down on a big, fat girlcock for the first time in months.
Slowly at first, while her butthole was still reeling. Just taking her time, completely melting away and forgetting that after 10 minutes, she'd have to give up this gloriously huge purple shaft and go back to being an empty-but-plugged fuckhole. Sad but, before long, Millie was making the most of the time limit, putting her thick, jiggly thighs to work as she became more and more comfortable. Before long, The Face of Netflix had fully transitioned to a squatting on that dick, allowing every inch to glide in and out of her shitter with even greater ease as she dropped that fat, jiggly arse low and picked it back up over and over, showing her worth as a bottom.
Worth that, before long, Olivia couldn't resist but get a first-hand feel for, reaching up to grope and squeeze Millie's perfectly-sized bum, going back on word that she'd stay out of this endeavor completely. Mills didn't argue, likely because she was already too deep into her zone to even notice, much less care, giving Livie the free will to enjoy that booty as she pleased. And what gorgeous booty it was! Fat too, bordering on dump truck levels, though it paled in comparison to the wagon Bottom Eilish was draggin’, but nobody could fault Millie for that. Her booty was juicy, fat, and perfect as-is! Enjoy Liv did, endlessly playing with those cheeks, testing the jiggliness and twerkability before ultimately pushing the envelope by delivering a smack, one that Millie simply moaned in response to, telling The GUTSy Girlie everything she needed to know. That she had Millie Bobby Brown was eating right out of the palm of her little hand. And with that, she announced the end of the time limit.
“Aww, damn…that's ten minutes, Mills. Guess you have to get off my massive cock now, huh?” Olivia asked, lightly tapping Millie's booty to help snap her out of “the zone”.
“Wha? N-No…no!” Millie pleaded, turning back to look at Olivia, that purple python still faux-balls deep inside of her glorious, British pound cake.
“No what, Mills? We had a deal! 10 minutes was all I wanted unless…GASP…” Olivia covered her mouth, feigning shock and awe. “Don't tell me…Millie Bobby Brown! You would NEVER! But what about…GASP…Mistress Natalia!”
“Fuck Mistress Natalia!!!” Millie screamed at the top of her lungs, earning herself a harsh smack to her perfect crumpets.
“Hey, bitch, keep it down! These walls are sound-proofed but they're not THAT sound proofed, hehe. But I like that energy…so, what you're saying is-”
This time, it was Livie who was interrupted by Millie's burning passion for bottoming. Her ravenous lust, in indescribable desire to keep taking that cock again and again, over and over, until the end of time. “I'm saying I want you to keep fucking me! Please! Fuck…please, I need it!”
Olivia grinned slyly and reminded, “I haven't even started fucking you yet, Mills. So why don't you, like, beg me to? Right now. Go ahead…everything's out in the open now. You…heh…hehe…spilled ur GUTS…you loved that one, Bottom, I see you grinning over there, haha! Ahhhhh…but yeah, do it.”
Easy-peasy. Millie was far too deep and, more importantly, Olivia was far too deep in her ASS to turn back now. She needed this. She couldn't resist it. Maybe she'd come crawling back to Mistress Natalia or, maybe, she'd become GODrigo’s latest perfect, all-anal bitch. But either way, she needed the depravity to continue. And even better, she needed to see what that purple python was capable of with its owner in full control. “Please fuck me…GODrigo,” Millie moaned, continuing to ride but slowing down as to focus on her words more. “Please show me why it's better to worship a GOD instead of a mistress. Show me why Billie…Bottom is grateful all of the time though she…mmmm…gets nothin’! Please! Please, fuck me! Fuckin’ ruin ma bumhole, pleaseeee!”
Liv couldn't help but cackle at the wonderful sound of victory ringing through her ears. BAH GAWD(rigo), she'd done it! A new piece of ass in her collection, a brand new perfect, all-anal bitch, as far as she was concerned. Because truth be told, while Millie's brain was completely scrambled, and it was obvious she wasn't thinking clearly, Livie's think-tank was as sharp as it is when she's writing a smash-hit. And she knew that there was no chance Millie would EVER end up back with shrimpy ol’ Natalia Dyer. Poor girl. Not Millie, obviously…but Natalia. She'd be singing the lyrics to ‘happier’ in no time at all…or, maybe she won't even notice that Millie isn't hers anymore? Who's to say? Not Olivia, that's for sure. She had a brand-new used piece of ass to fuck.
“Beautiful, beautiful! Music to my ears, heh. Very fitting, Mills. You know, I've always had a thing for English accents…” Olivia assured as she pulled herself up, slowly and skillfully transitioning Millie into traditional “bitch position”, doggystyle with her money-maker face down into the bed sheets, and her ass high up, presented to its (unofficial) new owner. “So, like, you're just like…so perfect to get absolutely RodrigOWNED, you know? But whatevs, anyway. Bottom, get over here and spread these crumpets for me, pleaseeee!!!”
“Yes, GODrigo, right away, GODrigo,” Billie, happy to be included in the festivities again instead of just watching everything unfold, gladly crawled back onto the bed and spread Millie's jiggly, thick cheeks for her owner. With that, The GUTSy Girlie wasted no time beginning to pump her hips. No aplomb, no grandiose build-up; Liv had waited long enough and her cock was already balls-deep in Millie's British bumhole anyway. Nothing was necessary besides making good on her words and slamming that shit-pipe as hard as she possibly could. Though, in true Rodrigo fashion, she simply HAD to keep running her mouth once things got going.
“Ooooh, hehe, there we go! That's more like it, huh, Mills? See, doesn't that feel nice?” Olivia asked, working her hips at something of a modest pace, though the force on each thrust came with her max effort; slow and steady wins the race, as they say, and she was obviously building to something truly groundbreaking.
“Oh fuuuuck…fuck yeah,” Millie moaned, already loving every second, just like she knew she would from the moment she begged for it. God, how she missed getting bummed! Mistress…Natalia…hadn't fucked her in so long! Even working at half-speed, Olivia felt AS GOOD as Natalia ever had. Was that likely because of the long layoff Millie's asshole was coming back from? Sure, but it didn't change the fact that her pleasure receptors were going absolutely haywire, back and forth, this way and that, rapidly losing control.
“She's taking it so good, GODrigo,” Billie piped up, obviously jealous but, having come down from her orgasmless high, was enthralled her asshole was currently sore and gaped again for the first time in months. Just like Millie’s would be soon enough, once Olivia was done. For now though, Liv was happy to take her time, just enjoying her first slice of MBB’s British pound cake, and jacking her jaw all the while.
“Damn right she is, hehe! Looks like Natalia did something right, after all, huh? She stretched you out just good enough for you to handle, like, a REAL woman's cock, haha! Wait-wrong! Silly Livie! You're not a woman…hehe…you're a God!” Olivia cackled wickedly, pumping and pumping and pumping, minute-after-minute, her wicked, joyous laughter never ceasing. At least, until she decided to drop a tiny curveball into the shenanigans. “Mmmmmm…who wants a taste of this BUTT, huh?”
“Oooh, me! Me! I do, hehe!” Billie pleaded, flashing her beautiful ocean eyes, oh so lovely, in a way Olivia simply couldn't resist in her current mood. “All the tiiiiiiiiiime, I'm grateful all the time!”
“I know you are, Bottom, hehe. I know you're a grateful girlie or…farm animal or…whatever you're identifying as, hehe…so, why not? I'm peppy! I got P E P,” Olivia assured, slowly plucking her cock from Millie's bumhole, The Face of Netflix simply whining as what she begged so hard and waited so long for was ripped away so soon; now she understood how Billie felt.
“Mmm, thank you, GODrigo,” Billie smiled as she wrapped her lips around Olivia's cock and began to suck. But unfortunately for Eilish, like all things involving herself and Olivia, her ass-to-mouth came HARD and SOFT. The reward was nice, but Liv simply couldn't just let the bitch enjoy it, could she? Oh no, instead she took Billie by her jet-black locks and fucked The Bad Guy’s pretty face, slamming her cock down that uber-famous gullet like a common street whore. Billie got to taste Bobby Brown's beautiful, bonny bowels, but she did so with no time to properly enjoy the moment or savor the taste, and before long, that cock was back inside of Millie's asshole, stocking up more cream for a repeat performance. Only, not with Billie.
The next batch went right to the woman that fat, jiggly booty was attached to, herself. Of course, unlike her fellow Zoomer icon, Millie was granted the privilege of actually sucking GODrigo's impressive rod. She got to actually enjoy it without being treated like a useless cock-puppet. Bobbing up and down, licking the length of that shaft before planting her plump lips down and showering it in kisses, an act that Olivia couldn't help but giggle about. “Relax, it's not a real dick. L O L, haha.”
“I know, I know. It's bettah!” Millie assured with a sly grin. “GODrigo’s cock is the best!”
“Is that so, huh? Well, DUH! I told you that, like, forever ago!” Olivia reminded.
“I know, I'm sorry,” Millie replied. “Is there anythin’ I can do to make it up to ya?”
Livie comically stroked her chin, seeming to wager her options before asking, “Many things, I'm sure. In time. But I need to know something first, Mills. Something very important.”
“What's that, GODrigo?” Millie asked, planting one last kiss on that huge, purple dildo.
“Are you…ready to become…MY newest…perfect…all-anal…bitch? For GOOD?” Olivia asked, patting Millie on the head. “Like…no more Mistress Natalia?”
Millie thought for a moment. She scanned her memories and thought back to all of her good times with Natalia…but in doing so, realized that none of those moments had come even semi-recently. The reality was, Natalia Dyer didn't have time for Millie Bobby Brown. Or, she didn't care enough to make time to top her. Either way, Millie was set on turning towards the option right in front of her. Maybe she'd live to regret it. Maybe sometime soon, Natalia would do something to sway her back. But, even then, she wasn't sure if she'd ever go back…if Olivia would even leave enough left to want to. So…her future was set.
“No more Natalia…I only wish to worship you…my GODrigo,” Millie assured with a smile.
“Aww, how sweet! Great job, Mildred. Welcome to the team!” Olivia replied with another head pat. “And, now that we've got that out of the way, we can get onto another piece of business…”
“Like, rules and stuff?” Millie asked.
“No, no, we'll, like, worry about all that fluff later. Right now? I need to know what else you have to offer me…like…for exaaaaaaaample…do you still have any cherries left?”
“Cherries?” Millie asked with genuine intrigue. “What, I get more than one?”
Olivia's jaw dropped open, before she picked it up, allowing a sinister grin to form. “Are you for real right now? You…oh boy, Natalia, I've got so much to show you about topping, gurl…Mills, you seriously don't know about your other cherries?”
Millie shook her head. And just like that, Olivia Rodrigo, pop-rock extraordinaire, knew exactly how she was going to cap off this night. “Oh, Mills…how about we show, instead of telling? Oh Bottom?!”
“Yes, GODrigo?” Billie asked, answering her summon; though the summoning was unnecessary seeing as how she'd never left her owner’s side anyway.
“Go grab a strap and harness from my closet…and lay down, okay?” Olivia ordered, and almost immediately, The Bad Guy seemed unsure. Her? Wearing a strap-on? That was practically SACRILEGE. But, Livie was quick to caress her bitch's soft, pale, rosy cheek, reassuring her that everything would be okay. And thus, Billie jumped into action, strapping herself up with something that, from Millie's point-of-view, looked to be about 12 inches in length.
“Y-Your not…gonna…” Millie began, but just like with Billie, Olivia was quick to flash a warm smile and quickly soothe her bitch’s worries.
“Oh yes we are, Mills. You've got a cherry you should have, gurl. C'mon, it's like, so obvious, you know? I want something from you to really solidify your belonging to me, and you have a double-anal cherry. It's an even trade, okay?”
“I…It won't hurt?” Millie asked.
“You'll be just fine. You're a big girl bottom, you can take two dicks in your fat ass no problem! Remember the lyrics? You remember them, right?” Olivia's words were surprisingly hypnotic, convincing her to happily agree while simultaneously reminding Millie of how she should respond.
“All the tiiiiiiiime, I'm grateful all the time!” Millie replied.
“Good girl! Now get over there and…woah, that's a SENTENCE, huh? I almost said, ‘get over there and ride Bottom's cock’. Weird, weird, to quote a not-so-fat-assed-but-her-booty-is-still-super-cute bitch of mine. But anyway, get over there and start riding, Mills. I'll be right behind ya!”
“Yes, GODrigo,” Millie answered, and promptly skipped over to Billie, straddling the equally-pathetic bottom. Within seconds, her asshole was stuffed again, happily MBB happily bouncing on that smaller cock like a bunny as she awaited Olivia's arrival. Which, sadly, came a bit later than Millie would've expected, only because Liv took her ol’ sweet time walking her victory lap. Just soaking up her power, her grace, her stature in the topping world. Admittedly, she wasn't used to stealing bitches from other tops. So getting that exact opportunity here, and turning it into a smash-hit no different than ‘good 4 u’, ‘driver’s license’, or ‘vampire’ was nothing short of terrifically fulfilling.
Liv’s victory lap didn't last forever though, and eventually, she made her way behind Millie, the presence of her soft, soothing hands informing the most-successful actress in the room to stop in her tracks. Millie did just that, Olivia guiding her booty down until every inch of Eilish's loaned-strap was inside. “You know what to do, Bottom,” Olivia announced afterwards.
“Oh yeah, GODrigo!” Billie agreed, immediately spreading Millie's fat, tasty cheeks afterwards, parting the Red Sea in a way for her owner to officially initiate Mills into Olivia's cock-worshipping cult. Inviting her to be a SOUR Sister. A moment Millie would never forget. A lesson only a truly remarkable top like Olivia Rodrigo could teach.
“Oooh fuck YES! SLAYYYYY, HAHA! OH YEAH! Here it comes, Mills,” Olivia announced, pressing her cock against that already-stuffed shit-hole. “Just breathe, okay? Some things are about to happen in your mind. Embrace them. Enjoy them. Spill ur GUTS if you have to. Just worship…me.” With that, Liv pushed forward, humming those unmistakable lyrics of “all-american bitch” once again as she tactfully forced another, larger cock up Millie's already-stretched shitter.
Naturally, MBB bellowed out in sheer pain as her bootyhole was widened to the most-obscene degree of her young life. Olivia took her hope as sweetly as she could, but there was only so much her skill and topping experience could do to mask the feeling of an additional 14 inches of rubber forcing its way inside of her cramped pipe. It was a raw and guttural feeling, but luckily for Mills, she had that damn song playing in her head. One that she couldn't have heard more than once or twice in full but, thanks to The Queen of Lyrical Bridges repeating the same closing lines, she seemed to know every word.
“All the time, I'm grateful all the time. I'm sexy and I'm kind, I'm pretty when I cry.”
The pain was so intense, but she couldn't help but sink under the weight of those lyrics. The meaning or perhaps even various meanings of them. Before she knew it, Millie had taken every inch of Olivia's cock too, with her mind having completely wandered through the journey thanks to that little song called “all-american bitch”. Such was the power of Olivia Rodrigo.
“Ahhhhh!!! Slay! Slay! Two cocks! Every inch of two fucking girlcocks in your fat ass, Mills! That is fucking NUTS, hehe. And it also means that you double-anal cherry? It's mine! Mine forever! Which also means that YOU are mine forever! Yesss, haha!” Olivia beamed, promptly pulling her pipe from that packed peach before pushing back inside with power.
“Ohhhh…oh goddd,” Millie moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, barely clinging to consciousness as Olivia settled into a rhythm, Billie motionless but just her strap being inside of Millie's asshole, a pike for Liv’s to rub up against on each thrust was enough of a sensory overload as it was. So many different feelings, most of them very good and very intense, all attacking Millie at once left her completely broken mentally and physically in the early goings.
“Mmmm, you feel it, don't you, Mills? Hehe…UH-HUH, UH-HUH, as another one of my cute-bootied bitches would say! You definitely feel that! You love having two cocks in your ass, Millie! YUSSSS! I KNOW YOU DO!”
“UGGGHHHHHH FUUUUUCK! YESSS! FUCK YES!” Millie cried out, crumbling under the intensity of double-anal with GODrigo, Olivia gradually turning the dial up with each passing second. Ticking by, one after another, and as they did, Liv thrusted faster, thrusted harder, grabbed a handful of Millie's sweat-soaked, dyed-blonde hair, slapped the British baddie’s fat, jiggly cake. Anything she could do to overwhelm The Face of Netflix to another obscene degree. To leave as nothing except an empty, mindless husk. And unsurprisingly, that's exactly what was happening.
Double-anal quickly proved to be a feeling unlike anything Millie had experienced before in her relatively short two years bottoming to Natalia Dyer. So physically, mentally and emotionally draining and demanding. So relentlessly intense, pleasurable and painful, all in equal measures. She couldn't even describe it if asked, and somehow, that fact made it even better. Millie repeated the “all-american bitch” lyrics in her head for as long as she could to stay focused, but eventually, she couldn't think straight enough for that, even. Eventually, even thinking at all was asking too much of her.
Shortly after came the biggest indicators that something MONUMENTAL was about to take place. Millie’s motor functions essentially kicked the bucket, before her entire body went completely numb. Cold all over, her mind beyond-melted like a bowl of strawberry ice cream left out in the burning hot sun. Millie could feel it slipping. She could feel her first Olivia-induced orgasm approaching, the longer the double-bumming dragged on, the closer that reality became.
It built and built, quite organically until it was literally unavoidable. Until all Millie could think about was cumming like a maniac on both of those cocks. Her first double-anal orgasm, the fireworks at the end of the festivities, as it were. Olivia left her on the hook, left Millie thinking and stewing over the craving until the bitch had no choice BUT to beg for it.
“Oh GODDD!!! I…I'm gonna cum! Ahhh FAWK I'm gonna CUM! Can I cum, please! Pleaseeeeeee!!!!????” Millie mindlessly begged, her admittedly-faltering instincts and cognition guiding to a halfway decent request. Enough for Olivia to grant permission, and mark her official claim over Millie Bobby Brown once and for all.
“You wanna have your very first…hehe.. RODRIGASM, huh, Millie? Don't you, bitch!? Well, fucking do it then! And Bottom, you start thrusting, too! Let's fucking blow her mind!!!!” Olivia growled, and naturally, both of her bitches did as they were told. Billie began filling the gap in Livie’s thrusts, doubling the butt-fucking in a moment’s notice, a domino effect that quickly sent Millie spiralling over the edge. All three girls screamed in ecstasy, the worry of Olivia's specially-designed sound-proofed walls failing to block their pleasure, not even a twinkle in any of their eyes. In that moment, all three could've cum from the sheer weight and significance of it all, it was that special. But only one did…only Millie, The Face of Netflix cracking and breaking as she experienced what she hoped to be the first of many Rodrigasms in the future. In HER future as Olivia Rodrigo’s newest perfect, all-anal bitch.
By the time Millie finished cumming, she was completely spent, collapsed on top of Billie's fat, clamped udders, passing out momentarily. When she awoke moments later, still on the ground, Bottom Eilish happily going back and forth between the dildo that HAD been protruding from her own waist, now in her grasp, and GODrigo's cock, still where it always has been and always would be, Millie considered joining in on the fun. But her body was too weak. She could barely move. And, in any case, said ‘fun’ was quickly interrupted by a familiar ringtone suddenly blaring out, forcing all three girls to turn their heads to the night table beside Liv’s bed.
Naturally, being the only one with any free will between them, Olivia was the first to stand up and investigate by walking over to the nightstand. She quickly realized that the ringtone was coming from Millie's purse…and obviously, from Millie's phone. Olivia scanned the screen and immediately burst out laughing, much to the other girls’ confusion. But, things were quickly cleared up moments later when Olivia walked over with the phone that had, unsurprisingly, stopped ringing. Thankfully for the confused lot, however, the remnants of the missed call still littered the screen. And as Liv turned it to face Mills, The Face of Netflix, and GODrigo's new perfect, all-anal bitch understood what Olivia deemed to be so hilarious: Missed call from-Mistress Natalia.
“So, ummm…do YOU wanna tell her, or should I, hehe?” Mills and Bills joined their God in a laughing fit, the perfect way to cap off an amazing night between Olivia GODrigo and two of her perfect, all-anal bitches.