From Peggy to Piggy by John Knuckles

This weekend we continue our John Knuckles appreciation.

A stuck-up high school senior experiences a remarkable comeuppance.

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My Mom was a crazy religious wackjob.  Completely insane.  She was nuttier than Mr. Peanut's bowel movements.

Of course, I didn't know this when I was still a kid.  I just figured everyone's Mom had a Christ fetish.  That's the thing about being a kid: You sort of get brainwashed into believing that your upbringing is normal.  It's not until you grow up and get out in the world that you realize how insanely FUCKED UP your family is.

So when I was a kid, I assumed everyone was fixated on Jesus.

Because my Mom was.  And she made sure we were, too.

We prayed every morning.  And afternoon.  And evening.  And before meals.  And after them.

And all the times in between.

Mom was also fixated on physical fitness.  She made up her mind that not just idle hands, but an idle body was the road to Hell.  "Jesus gave us this body as a gift, and it's up to us to glorify it," she used to say.

So by extension, everyone in the family was forced to follow her ridiculous fitness regiment.

No wonder Dad left.

But I have to give Mom credit: She kept her faith the whole time.  She looked after us.  And even though they say divorce is much harder on the woman, Mom had no shortage of suitors, believe me.  Men were always, ALWAYS after her.  Lawyers, doctors, my teachers (Gross!) - were contantly asking Mom out on dates.

Even though I was young, I knew why: She had a smoking hot body.

All those hours in the gym...

For a few years it was just Mom, me and my sister Wendy (I'm two years older) - and plenty of gym and Jesus.  But eventually Mom remarried.

And that's when MY Hell began.

Bill Biggle, the man she married, wasn't the problem.  He was nice.

It was his daughter.

Peggy Biggle, high school senior.  The ultimate Queen Bee.

She had been in my grade since kindergarten.  And she had NEVER said a single kind word to me.

Total snob.  A bitch.  Cruel to others.

So naturally, she was the most popular girl in school.

...High school sucks like that, doesn't it?

She had long blonde hair and HUGE tits.  AMAZING tits.  The best tits in school - BY FAR.  Sort of a chubby face, but with those incredible tits, who cares?!

Peggy was so popular, she even looked down on the cheerleaders!  "Brainless skanks," she'd deride them in the hallways - and her gaggle of hanger-ons would giggle like it was HILARIOUS.  Half the school was wrapped around her little finger.

I have to admit, when Mom started dating Bill, I kind of hoped me and Peggy would become friends.  What can I say?  Maybe I'd be popular, too!  Heck, maybe she'd even set me up with one of her hot girlfriends!

Uh... no.

Peggy made it clear to Wendy and me that we might be "family" - but only in name.  She still mocked me in the school.  She still giggled when her asshole football friends would shove me in the locker, or wedgie me in the hallway.

Once, Peggy caught me, um, playing with myself in the bathroom.  "Please!!  Shut the door!  Shut the door!!" I begged.  Instead, she laughed, took a cell phone picture and called in my Mom.

(Apparently, Jesus did NOT approve of masturbation.)

On numerous occasions, I tried to "accidentally" walk into the bathroom - or even her bedroom - and "accidentally" catch her naked.  No luck.  Not even once.  Not even a good look of her in a nightgown.  Nothing!  It was VERY frustrating.

Later, I found out that NOBODY had seen her naked.  Not even at school: She had some sort of bullshit medical excuse for skipping gym (and the girls locker).

But I didn't know that at the time...

Look, Peggy was a spoiled brat.  And even though I was technically bigger than her, she always found a way to bully me.  She would blackmail, tease, lie - whatever it took to get her way.

My sister Wendy had it worse.

Wendy was a cheerleader - which made her, in Peggy's eyes, a "brainless skank."

So Peggy would just brutalize Wendy.  Once, she locked her out of the house naked... when the football team was over for a pizza party.  Wendy was mortified!  But it didn't end there:

She'd sabotage Wendy's panties by cutting holes in them... really thin holes that would unravel into clumps of threads during the day, irritating Wendy in the most intimate of ways.  Peggy once drew brown stains on the inside of all Wendy's underwear, then plotted with her bitchy friends to raise Wendy's dress in home room and force it up - and then ruthlessly shame her for her lack of hygiene.  And one time, she painted pink piggies and snapped the elastic on Wendy's cheerleaders outfit.

I guess she thought it was funny, but Wendy's uniform was ruined.  She had to dance at the pep rally with the other cheerleaders in her sweatpants... which Peggy had sabotaged, too.

Mid-routine, her sweatpants dropped in front of the whole school!

"14 pigs and a naked piglet!" Peggy shouted from the stands.

(See, we're the Pigs.  The Parkview High School Pigs.  Lame, I know.  But it's tradition.  Whatever.)

Peggy was so vicious with her teasing that we didn't even have a school mascot.  Well, we had a mascot - the Parkview Pig - but nobody would wear the Piggy costume.  Because nobody wanted to face Peggy in the hallway and be mocked as a pig.  Can you imagine that?  Nobody would do it!  The entire school was petrified of Peggy's vicious taunts.

Anyway.  That's the setup.

What happened next on a Sunday afternoon is the rest of the story:

After coming home from church (of course), Wendy went to shower and get changed.  The cheerleaders were having a car wash... it was a fundraiser, so she had to wear her cheerleader uniform.

"Hi widdle Wendy!" Peggy rudely said as Wendy walked by in her towel.

Yes, widdle Wendy.  Peggy liked to make fun of Wendy's small breasts.  Which really wasn't fair - they were perfectly normal B-cups - just not the mammoth monster-jugs Peggy had.

Wendy said nothing and walked by.

Peggy grabbed her towel and yanked it right off!

"Eek!!" shrieked Wendy, trying to hide her nudity in her arms.

"Look, everyone!  Another naked piglet!"

"Everyone" was me and my pal Earl.  Good old Earl.  He hated Peggy, too.  When he made the mistake of asking her out on a date, she alerted a pair of football players who promptly pounded Earl into Dorito dust.  Earl was left a bloody mess in the cafeteria.  But he was a smart guy and swore he'd get even.

Not that Peggy gave a shit about impressing us.  Or having anything to do with us.  She just enjoyed humiliating Wendy.  And we being there made it more humiliating, I guess.

"Give it back!  I - I don't want the boys to see me naked" Wendy pleaded.

Instead Peggy rolled up the towel and - WHACK!!  She snapped Wendy's naked butt!  She flicked it like a whip!

Poor Wendy was chased, completely naked, all over the house...

Peggy was laughing up a storm.  She was chasing after my sister, wearing her tight designer blue jeans and a black sweater, with her pocketbook swinging from her hip.  Her long blonde hair swung behind her, and her makeup - as usual - was flawless.

And how those tits were bouncing in her sweater!  God, she was stacked!  The way they heaved... it was hypnotic.

She chased Wendy right in front of Earl and me.  I probably should have tried to do something to protect my sister... but I was a little intimidated by her.  She's scary.

While she ran by, I saw Earl slip a pack of cigarettes into her pocketbook.

"Why'd you do that?" I whispered.

Earl winked at me.  Then he whispered in my ear...

I smiled.

After Peggy got bored, Wendy managed to make it back to her room and get changed into her uniform.  Peggy was chatting on her iPhone in the den.

Earl and me walked over to my Mom, who was exercising in the backyard, doing her afternoon stretches.

"Mom?" I innocently asked, using my best-little-boy-in-the-world voice.  "If I see someone in our family doing something bad... would Jesus want me to tell anyone?"

Mom was startled.  "What?  Yes, of course he would... who did something bad?"

I pretended like I was terrified.  "I - I didn't want to say anything.  I don't want her to hurt me!"

"Her?" Mom asked.  "Are you talking about Wendy?  Is she okay?"

I made my lip quiver.  "No, it - it's Peggy!  She - she... oh, I can't say it!"

"She what?" Mom demanded, with a crazed look in her eye.

"She - she said she's gonna make us smoke cigarettes and d - do drugs!!"

Mom's eyes narrowed.  "Are you sure?  Maybe she was kidding... right?"

"No, Mom!" I wailed.  "She - she showed me the cigarettes!  They're in her pocketbook!  And - and she said that she's hidden the drugs on her body, where you'll never be able to find it!"

"It's true, ma'am, " Earl piped up.  He looked as serious as a judge.

My Mom stood up straight and thought for a moment.  Then she shouted: "Peggy!  Come over here this instance!"

"I'm on the phone!" Peggy rudely shouted from inside.  "Go away!"

Mom's face turned red.  Then she marched into the house.

By now my sister had joined us, wondering what was happening...

For a moment: Nothing.

...And then, out marched my Mom, leading Peggy out by the ear!  That's right, she literally grabbed Peggy's ear and was dragging her to the backyard!

"Ow - ow - ow - Get OFF OF ME, you crazy bitch!" Peggy cried, fighting herself free.

"Peggy, yes or no: Did you try to force these children into taking drugs and smoking cigarettes?"

"What?!  Your whole stupid side of the family is crazy!  Of course not!"

Mom paused briefly - and then grabbed the pocketbook off of Peggy's hip, ripping it free!  And then she DUMPED the contents to the ground.

Out tumbled the cigarettes.

"Those aren't mine!" Peggy shrieked, suddenly afraid.

Mom didn't believe her.  "Young lady, I told your father that I would respect his wishes and let him raise you as he sees fit, but that clearly isn't working.  You're not allowed to put MY children in danger!  Absolutely no drugs or cigarettes are allowed in THIS house.  Do you understand?!"

"Fine.  Whatever.  Just leave me alone!"

Mom crossed her arms.  "Good.  Now hand over the drugs."

Peggy stared blankly.  "Drugs?  I don't have any drugs."

I couldn't believe what happened next: Mom uncrossed her arms - and pulled Peggy's sweater clean off her body!  Just like that!

It took Peggy a second or two to react.  I guess she was in shock.  Her upper arms were surprisingly meaty... I guess this was when I realized that not only had I never seen her naked (alas!) I hadn't even seen her bare arms!  She was always wearing these big outfits...

I strained my eyes to see her tits, expecting her to be in a sexy Victoria's Secret bra, or something.  No dice.  Her bra was bulky and thick.  Despite the large, full cups, I couldn't make out even a tiny bit of cleavage.  Strange...

Her skin was pale.  Guess that's what she gets for covering herself up all the time.  She had quite a few birthmarks on her white flesh.

My eyes moved to her midsection.  What was that?  It looked like a blue stripe was wrapped tight around her belly... some kind of fabric?

Peggy finally reacted to her stripping by clutching her big tits in her arms.  "Aah!!  Stop!!  Give that back!"

Mom said nothing, knelt over, undid Peggy's cowgirl belt buckle, and unsnapped her jeans.

"Please!  You can't!  You can't!!" screamed Peggy, still clutching her tits in her arms.  "None of you are allowed to see my body!"

Mom slowly pulled her zipper down.  Her jeans were on so tight, the zipper sounded like gunshots as it descended: Pop!  Pop!  Pop!

Then, as Jesus is my witness, Mom YANKED HER JEANS to her knees!!

"Nooooo!!" Peggy moaned.

My eyes flew to the newly exposed flesh: Peggy's thighs were much chunkier than they appeared in her skinny jeans.  Fat, even.  Kind of flabby.  Easily her worst physical feature.

So far.

Her panties were very stretchy.  They kind of looked like spandex.  Over the top half of her panties, and covering her entire belly, was that odd blue fabric wrapped around her.  What was that?

"Off with the shoes and jeans, missy!" Mom ordered.

Peggy just glared back with this wounded, furious expression on her face.  A trickle of snot fell down her nose and dribbled past her lips.  It was the first time I ever saw her do something like that - have a runny nose, or any kind of imperfection.  She was always so... untouchable.  But after stalling a few ticks of the clock, Peggy sobbed and pulled off her jeans and shoes.

"You - you'll pay for this!!  I'm telling Daddy!"

My snobby stepsister was now standing in the backyard in her panties, a weirdly wrapped belly, and her bra!

Mom examined the contents of Peggy's jeans and the insides of her shoes.  Peggy just stood there, trying to cover her body with her arms.

She refused to make eye contact with any of us!

Finding nothing, Mom pointed at Peggy's stomach.  "Well, maybe you're hiding the drugs in that girdle of yours.  Take it off!"

"What's a girdle,  Mom?" I innocently asked.

"It's a beauty trick that women use, sweetie.  See, Peggy is trying to hide her belly and make it look smaller by wrapping something tight around it."  She looked at Peggy.  "Isn't that right?"

Peggy turned bright red.  "Yes..." she sobbed.

"Remove it, missy!"

Continuing to sob, Peggy began unhooking several latches.  I tell you, that thing must've been cinched incredibly tight!  Like, she would need industrial machinery to seal that sucker closed!  She struggled and strained...

And every time she unhooked another latch, her tummy would distend further and further out...

Finally, the Last latch popped.  The girdle fell to the floor.

All at once, Peggy's belly popped into view!

It was ghastly white with multiple birthmarks - and hung over the top of her panties!  Bulbous in shape, it heaved and jiggled with every sob!

"And you called ME a piglet!" giggled Wendy, while Mom looked through the girdle for drugs.  We all laughed.

Peggy's face grew even brighter.

Still finding no drugs, Mom said, "You have obviously hidden the drugs in your bra or panties.  I'll let you decide what to take off first."

"Please!  Please!  I'm sorry I was such a bitch!" she sobbed.  "Please don't make me - not in front of them!  I - I was just kidding about telling Daddy!"

"Decide!"

Peggy began blubbering in earnest: bawling like a baby.

I thought for sure she'd take off her bra first.  It was a no-brainer.  After all, those big gorgeous tits were surely her best feature.  But instead, she slid her panties down her chubby thighs and calves.  I stared intently at her crotch, but she carefully kept her arms in the way... dammit!

Once removed from her body, the panties instantly shrunk to half its size.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.  "What just happened?"

"Hmm," said Mom, picking up the panties and reading the label.  "It says this is extra strength form-holding panties.  Peggy, why do you wear form-holding panties?"

Peggy was burning red, with one hand over her bare pussy and the other over her bra.  Now freed of the girdle and panties, her torso looked like a beach ball!  "I - I use these panties!" she stammered.

"For what, missy?"

She hung her head in shame.  "To hold my - my - my butt in place!  It - it's the only way my jeans will fit!"

We burst into laughter.  Even Mom smiled.  But then she frowned.

"That's pathetic, Peggy.  If you need to lose weight, you should do it the old fashioned way.  For now on, no girdles allowed in the house!  No more wearing clothes that hide your real body shape.  Jesus doesn't like fakers!"

"Okay!" wailed Peggy.  "Can I go now?!  I wanna go inside!  I can't let anyone see me like this!!"

"Ooh... make Piggy Peggy take off her bra," suggested Wendy.  "Maybe that's not her real body shape either.  And we still haven't found her drugs."

Ha!  Piggy Peggy!  That was funny!

"Shut up, widdle Wendy!!" Peggy screamed.

"Piggy Peggy," Mom asked, "do you have drugs in your bra?"

"Nooo!!!  I promise!!"

"Uh huh," Mom answered.  "And is that your REAL body shape?"

Peggy just stood there, her distended belly sticking out, wearing nothing but her bra.  One arm was trying to protect her bra from view; the other shielded her pussy.  She didn't answer Mom's question.

"Well?!" Mom demanded.

As bright red as humanly possible, Peggy hung her head in humiliation and shame.  "Nooo." she whispered.

"What was that, Piggy Peggy?"

"No.  It - it's not my real body shape," she shamefully admitted.

Mom looked at her.  "Explain yourself."

"I... I..."

"Yes?"

"I stuff my bra!" Peggy tearfully wailed.

She did?!  Holy shit!!

"I told you, no more fakery!  Remove it as once!"

Trembling, weaping and her whole chubby body jiggling, Peggy moved her hands to the back of her bra.

As she fumbled at the clasp, I finally - FINALLY - got my long-awaited first good look at her naked pussy: She was shaved.  Not a scrap of hair.  Her pussy was pink... and her little clitty jutted out like a thumb!

Then the bra tumbled down.  I could see that two giant silicon-looking bags were sewed into each cup.  But dammit, I still couldn't see her tits!  She instantly had one hand over one, the other hand over the other!

"Hands down at your side!" Mom ordered.  "Let me see what you're hiding, you deceitful butterball!"

Peggy was so distraught, she didn't even protest being called a butterball.  "Please!!  ANYTHING but this!  I - I beg you!!"

"Hands down!"

Weeping like a baby, Peggy moaned, groaned and cried.  But then... she did it.

Her arms came down.

And her tits!  I finally saw her tits!!

Er... such as they were.

Her tits were NOT big.  Not even close!

They were small.  Tiny.  Miniscule.

And her little nipples were... inverted!

"Ha!  If I'm widdle Wendy, YOU are pancake Peggy!"

It was true.  Flat as a pancake.

Without those giant jugs balancing her body, her appearance was dominated by that big blubbery belly.  It was an amazing transformation.  Before, she had a narrow waste, giant jugs and a slightly chubby face.  Now, she was exposed as a flatchested fat girl!

"Drugs or no drugs, your body is shameful!" scolded Mom.  She pointed at the scale.  She always kept a scale with her when she was working out.  "Go weigh yourself, Piggy Peggy!"

Her head hung low, Piggy Peggy walked over to the scale and stepped on.  I got my first good look at her ass: It was wide, pale and wobbled when she moved.

"How much do you weigh?"

Piggy Peggy sobbed even louder.  "I weigh... 152 pounds!"

We all hooted and hollered.  But Mom motioned for us to be quiet.

"Peggy, that's way too high for a girl of your frame.  And it's not like that weight is up here," Mom said, pointing at Peggy's tiny inverted tits.  "But don't worry - I will help you get back in shape.  After all, it's the Christian thing to do.  And we'll begin right away."

"You... you're going to make me workout... naked?!  With - with them WATCHING?!" she gasped.

For the next hour, Wendy, Earl and me kicked back and were treated to the incredible sight of Mom and a FULLY naked Peggy have their first workout together.  Wow!

I mean... wow.

Mom made her stretch.  Jumping jacks.  Bend and touch her toes.  Spread.  She even took the tape measure and measured her body in front of us.

"Nooo!" she protested.  "This is private!  You - you can't know this!  It's my secret!"

"No more secrets, Piggy Peggy.  We are going to keep a journal of your measurements and weight so we can track your weight-loss.  In fact, Wendy can keep the journal in her room - to make sure you don't fib."

Her chest was a measly 31 inches.

And we saw everything.  Everything she had!  EVERYTHING.  From every imaginable angle.

Earl and me even helped her stretch her legs!  Wide, W-I-D-E!!!  Gotta loosen up those groin muscles!  Mom made Piggy Peggy thank us afterwards for helping her.

By the end, Peggy was exhausted.  Literally crawling naked, on her hands and knees, her fat ass in the air, her pussy waving hello when she moved her thighs.  She was panting like a dog.

"Mom," called out Wendy.  "I need to head over to the cheerleaders car wash.  Can I go?"

"Of course, dear.  But why don't you take Peggy with you?"

"Wh... what?!" squealed Peggy.  "But I'm naked!  No!"

"I need to go to the store and get you new, appropriate clothes that are suitable for a chunky girl with an itsy-bitsy top.  Like I said, no more fakery - and I don't trust you alone in the house.  I might not have found your drugs, but I certainly found your cigarettes.  Besides, you need all the exercise you can get."

"Nooooo!!!  Please don't make me show my naked body to everyone!" Piggy Peggy sobbed.  "I don't want everyone to know how fat I am!  I don't want them to know that I don't have any tits!!  My reputation!  I - I'll be ruined!!"

"Don't be silly, missy.  These are your friends.  I'm sure they'll be just as kind to you as you were to them."

This only made Peggy sob harder...

"Wait - I have another idea," said Earl to me and Wendy.  "The Parkview Pigs still need a mascot, right?  And it would help attract cars for the car wash, right?"

"Go on," said Wendy.

"Well, we have the perfect little piglet here... and I just so happen to have piggy ears, a piggy nose and a magic marker."

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!" screamed Piggy Peggy in desperation.

20 minutes later...

...the Parkview cheerleading squad had long suffered the taunts and mockery of the Queen Bee, Peggy the Perfect.  So imagine how perfect it was when the three of us came over - and the first cheerleader did a double take: "Oh.  My.  God.  Is... is that PEGGY?!  Naked?!"

Indeed it was.  For everyone to see.

"Oh my God!!  Her tits!  What happened to her tits?!"

"It turns out Piggy Peggy was stuffing her bra," Wendy explained.  "She's actually as flat as an 11-year-old.  We just measured her: She's only 31 inches!  Can you imagine that?!"

"And her ass!!  And stomach!!  She's... FAT!!!"

"Yes," Wendy agreed.  "Piggy Peggy was also wearing a girdle and slimming panties.  It was the only way her pants would fit."

The cheerleaders eyed their former tormentor.  "Is this true, Piggy Peggy?"

"Y - yes!!"

Poor Piggy Peggy was made to stand on the corner - naked - in all her glory!  She wore a little piggy snout on her nose and had little piggy ears in her hair.  I stuck a small stick up her ass and tied a pink ribbon around it, giving her an adorable piggy tail.  And we wrote on her belly: "Parkview Car Wash Up Ahead!  Will Shake For Your Service!"

Piggy Peggy shook her belly hard, shaking it at all the cars driving by.  It was HILARIOUS!!  And we even made her squeal, "Oink!  Oink!  Oink!"

As the day went on, we periodically hosed her off in front of the crowd, making her lift her legs, spread her ass and move around her belly, so we could reach every spot.  And then Piggy Peggy went back to work on the corner...

The car wash was such a success that the Parkview Pigs were even able to buy their brand-new school mascot a brand-new uniform - much to Piggy Peggy's utter devastation...

But that's another story.

THE END