Bhad Bhabie Being Bad

Danielle Bregoli, who now goes by Bhad Bhabie, wanting to get away from her busy life as a rapper, decided to take a vacation to the Bahamas. After going viral for her appearance on Dr. Phil, she had been in the spotlight, always performing, whether she was singing or not. Anytime she went anywhere, it was a production, and she perfectly played the part of Bhad Bhabie.

In the weeks leading up to her announcing her vacation she made a point on her social media to talk about how hard it was to live her life and how the constant attention was stressing her out. When she did announce her vacation she framed it as wanting to get away from the hustle of being so popular and wanting to take some time to herself to recenter.

But that really wasn’t the case at all. She wasn’t getting tired of the attention, it was her whole personality. So when she arrived at her all inclusive resort and the staff there seemed to have no idea who she was, her attitude took a turn for the worse. Bhad Bhabie started treating the employees like they were her own personal servants. She started calling for room service at all hours of the day, always complaining that it arrived ‘late,’ or was ‘too cold,’ or that the champagne didn’t have enough bubbles.

The staff started to dread the calls from her room and started avoiding her when she was out in the resort, trying desperately to let someone else see to her needs to avoid her verbal onslaught.

Though one in particular, Lyra, had it worse than most. As the front desk clerk she was responsible for taking calls from guests, and it seemed like every other call was Bhad Bhabie screaming about one thing or another. And since Lyra had to manage the desk, she was one of the few employees that couldn’t duck away at her approach to avoid her tirades.

Eventually it reached a breaking point. Bhad Bhabie was only on day four of a two-week stay when she berated Lyra one time too many. The front-desk clerk’s rage-grip nearly broke the phone in her hand. Never-the-less, she managed to keep it together and maintain her pleasant facade while planning her revenge.

Once the call was over, she gathered the staff and informed them that she was going to handle the unruly rapper, and that they wouldn’t need to worry about her anymore. This was true, of course, but not because Lyra was going to give her a talking-to. She had something else in mind.

That night, when her shift was over, she ran a copy of Bhad Bhabie’s room key and made her way up to her room. Swiping the key in the lock, she held her breath and turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open ever so slightly. She paused and listened intently, trying to determine if her guest had woken by her approach.

Hearing nothing, she crept in and closed the door behind her. Bhad Bhabie, for all her bluster, had booked one of the cheapest rooms available. It was so small that it actually had a Murphy bed that could be folded into the wall to allow the space to be used during the day.

Lyra made her way past the bathroom of the dark room, seeing that the terror of a woman was sleeping in the bed, her limbs splayed out in her unconscious state, the sheets covering her body. Her heart raced as she walked over toward the bed, ready to implement her plan. In a moment, Lyra was at the foot of the bed and took a strong hold of the footboard.

“Hey, bitch!” Lyra shouted. “Wake up!”

Bhad Bhabie woke with a jump and looked down at her with groggy eyes. She gave a start when she saw the front desk clerk and started to speak. But before any words could come out, Lyra threw the footboard up, triggering the closing mechanism. Bhad Bhabie gave a start but disappeared with a surprisingly quiet thud as the Murphy bed closed into the wall, muffling the guest’s complaints.

Lyra smiled and hummed as she walked over to the bed, which now looked more like a built-in armoire. These beds were built with locking mechanisms to secure them solidly into the wall to keep them from opening on their own. This room could be conjoined with the rooms on either side to act as a sort of living room for a larger suite, which would necessitate the bed being locked away.

When the bed is locked, it presses further into the wall by nearly six inches, maximizing the space in the room. Lyra planned to use this to her advantage. After the bed was locked in place and Bhad Bhabie was pressed flat inside, Lyra skipped off to the bathroom, stripped down, took a hot shower, which felt amazing after her long day at work. Wrapping herself in a towel, she walked back over to the bed, figuring the desired effect would be reached by now, since nearly a half hour had passed since she first closed the bed.

Unlocking it and lowering it back down into place, Lyra smiled at the result. Bhad Bhabie lay in the center of the bed smashed as flat as a pancake. Humming to herself, Lyra pulled the sheet off the bed, revealing that Bhad Bhabie had been sleeping in the nude. She smiled to herself and was struck suddenly by inspiration.

Lyra rushed to the bathroom and returned with the hair drier. Plugging it into the outlet on the lamp next to the bed, Lyra pulled Bhad Bhabie off the bed, flipping her over and spreading her ass cheeks apart with both hands. It took some doing, but Lyra eventually pried her asshole open enough to press the business end of the hair dryer solidly into the opening.

The whole while, Bhad Bhabie was completely aware of what was happening and was seething at the intrusion, first into her room and then secondly into her ass. Rendered incapable of moving or speaking, she mentally threw insults at the clerk, planning out how she was going to ruin her career and this whole resort over this incident.

But when the hair dryer clicked on and air flooded into her ass, she panicked, the feeling of air rushing into her body was completely alien and uncomfortable. Above her, Lyra watched Bhad Bhabie’s body fill like a balloon. Slowly, the horrible guest started to take on a more human shape, returning to her normal proportions. Though the air put enough pressure on her to prevent her from moving under her own power. She was trapped in her own skin, nothing more than a human-shaped balloon.

After a few minutes of air filling her, Bhad Bhabie was looking like herself, or more like an inflated toy of herself. Lyra let her fill a bit more, exaggerating her curves a bit. With a quick motion, she pulled the hair drier from Bhad Bhabie’s ass. A momentary blast of stale-smelling air leaked from the woman, but then her asshole closed, securing her in her inflated form.

Bhad Bhabie was well and truly trapped, the air inside of her put pressure on every inch of her body, making it impossible to make any move under her own power. She felt bloated, every part of her body uncomfortable in a way that was hard to describe.

Lyra flipped her over and laughed immediately at the shocked and vacant expression on her face. She paused for a moment, watching as Bhad Bhabie’s mouth started to open slowly. A wave of panic came over Lyra as she realized her victim wasn’t as immobilized as she thought. But then the inflated woman’s tongue flopped out, forced out of her mouth by the air trapped inside of her. With her tongue comically protruding from her mouth, Bhad Bhabie settled completely into her forced static state.

Looking over the inflated woman on the bed, Lyra had an idea. She dropped her towel from around her body, leaving her standing over the naked woman in her birthday suit. Bhad Bhabie’s eyes darted around, unable to believe what was happening. Lyra glanced around, all of a sudden self-conscious of her naked body, even though she took excellent care of herself and was very attractive.

Lyra looked around, stepped away and grabbed a few things before returning. She sat down on the bed next to her, reaching over and putting a pair of her own sunglasses on her face, perching them on the end of her nose like a disapproving librarian. Then she raised her other hand, which was holding a pair of Bhad Bhabie’s dirty panties. The inflated woman watched in panic as Lyra brought the cloth up toward her eyes. Bhad Bhabie reacted in the only way she could, by closing her eyes.

Tucking the panties against her closed eyes, Lyra held them with one hand while she shifted the sunglasses into position. She let go of both slowly, smiling as the glasses held the makeshift blindfold in place. Bhad Bhabie’s rage at her rough treatment turned to disgust at her worn panties being pressed into her face. That was the pair she wore on the flight under her leggings and were a particular brand of nasty. And of course now she wasn’t able to see what her tormentor was about to do to her, leaving her anxious over what was coming for her.

Now Bhad Bhabie truly was reduced to nothing but an object for the hotel staffer to use as she saw fit. Lyra eyed the tongue sticking out and licked her lips. Without any delay, she made her way over to the inflated woman and threw one of her legs over her body so she was straddling her face. Lowering herself slowly down, she watched the immobile woman’s tongue grow nearer to her, guiding her slit toward the protrusion.

Bhad Bhabie felt the bed moving underneath her and the large body moving just over top of her. The warmth of the other woman announced her proximity, sending her into a panic. It was no secret that she was not kind to the hotel staff, and this woman was no exception. She knew that Lyra had every reason to want revenge on her.

A sigh escaped the hotel employee’s lips and her eyes rolled back in her head as the tongue made contact with her damp pussy. The sensation was perfect, Bhad Bhabie’s tongue was stiff, but flexible, putting enough pressure to rub her in the right way, but wasn’t so solid that it was painful.

Bhad Bhabie felt something on her tongue, and it didn’t take much for her mind to put together what was happening. While she wasn’t above occasionally making out with another woman to show off for the boys or make a date jealous, the idea of being with a woman to this level filled her with disgust.

Lyra, on the other hand, only had eyes for other women, and the idea of putting such an entitled bitch in her place like this was making her incredibly aroused. She pressed down harder, letting the tongue press past her lips and bury itself in her hungry slit. One hand went up to her chest, where she took a handful of her boob and gave it a playful squeeze.

Once the inflated woman’s lips hit her clit, a flip switched in Lyra’s mind. She went from playfully teasing herself to ravenously horny in an instant. Her full weight dropped down on Bhad Bhabie’s face, she fell forward, catching herself with her free hand against the bed and used the newfound leverage to grind her hips against the inflated woman. Her pace was furious like she was trying to force the entire woman’s head inside of her vagina with the pressure of her hips alone.

Bhad Bhabie felt her head and face deform under the weight and pressure, the intense and furious up and down threatening to flatten her anew. The sensation wasn’t painful, but it was deeply uncomfortable and very confusing. Without being able to see or move meant it was impossible to know exactly what was happening.

Sensations built up in Lyra. The sexual frustration of the last few years of bad luck in the dating pool was all bubbling to the surface. Knowing that she was using this complete asshole of a guest made the whole thing that much better. It was a night of incredible sex with a side of revenge, it was perfect and was driving Lyra to new heights.

As she ground Bhad Bhabie’s head into the pillow, Lyra’s vision started to blur and spots appeared like those preceding a loss of consciousness, so strong was the pleasure. Her breath sped up in time with her hips and the wave of pleasure overtook her. Lyra’s hand squeezed her boob so hard she was convinced that she was about to draw blood with her nails. The climax hit her like a truck, her whole body quivered and her arm threatened to give out. Lyra screamed through the orgasm, her eyes slamming shut and her body twitched uncontrollably, further pressing her victim beneath her. In an instant, she squirted a veritable flood of her arousal all over Bhad Bhabie’s face.

The inflated woman suffered through the ordeal, the intense heat of Lyra’s exertion burning her face as her body crushed it in turn. It felt like her head fully matched every single contour of the horny woman’s crotch, such was the intense pressure. Then, just as she thought it was all over, she felt the wash of fluid coming down over her face, soaking the bed beneath her and the pair of her panties still pressed into her eyes. The disgust was so strong it felt like she was gagging and retching, though her body was still unable to react physically in any way.

Lyra fell against the wall, the hand that was on her chest catching herself on the headboard, her other arm calling loosely in front of her. The front desk clerk sucked air desperately, the intense orgasm leaving her body completely drained. After a moment, she grunted as she rolled off Bhad Bhabie and fell hard onto the bed next to her, her body glistening with sweat and her thighs dripping with arousal.

Bhad Bhabie’s face was noticeably flattened, but quickly regained its shape now that nothing pressed down on her, the rapper’s tongue still sticking out toward the ceiling.

“Oh, I’ll be visiting you often,” Lyra said between deep breaths. “I’ll just leave you in here, put the Do Not Disturb” sign on the door and you’ll be my personal sextoy for the rest of your stay. Maybe longer…”

A chill ran through Bhad Bhabie’s mind. There’s no way this woman would do that to her, would she?