New Ink Pitt--Raunchy Rachel

New Ink Pitt--St. Patty’s Day Sinner pt. 2:  Raunchy Rachel

Rachel eyed the tall stein of green beer on the table in front of her as she contemplated St. Patrick's Day.  As a good Mormon woman, she knew she should abstain from alcohol, but it looked so good!  She had realized that if she was going to be in a relationship with Lenny the Leprechaun, then a bit of partying was required!  So she licked her lips and reached for the stein, quickly turning it up and chugging it all down like an Irishman!

Rachel then slammed the empty stein down on the table and let out a huge burp!  The room looked fuzzy but she felt really good.  She tried to stand up but was a bit wobbly, and fell into another woman who was walking by.  The woman shoved her and Rachel took offense, letting out a series of cuss words that she didn't even know she had in her!  Rachel argued with the woman for a moment but was then led away by Lenny, who rushed in to save her!

"Well  Rachel, I see ye've finally come around to me lifestyle!"

Rachel drunkenly tried to speak.  "L-Lenny...you're s-s-so cute!  Weshould go and have sex somewheres later hehe!"

Lenny smirked.  "I won't argue with ye there, Lass!  Ye are so sexy right now!"

"Whhat?  Me?  Sexy?  I'm not sexy, but these are!"

Rachel pulled her top off and exposed her breasts to the entire pub they were in!  The Mormon Mommy was really starting to loosen up after that drink!  She then got up on the bar and the rest of her outfit was visible.  She was wearing a green skirt, fishnets, and high heels!   She stood up on top of the bar, topless and began dancing!  Her red hair flowed as she shook her head side to side and moved to the sounds of Irish music.  The pub attendees started clapping and cheering as Rachel began to take off the rest of her clothes!  She slid her green skirt down her long legs to reveal green panties.  As she bent over, she turned her butt towards Lenny and smiled at him!  She then threw her dress onto the lecherous leprechaun's face, followed by her panties!  Lenny sniffed them and winked at her.  Rachel stood up again, and was now completely naked except for her green fishnet stockings and high heels!  She continued dancing, but with more provocative movements as she lifted her arms up and squatted down.  Someone from the crowd yelled out, wanting to know where her pole was.  Rachel smirked and looked down at Lenny.  The leprechaun looked deviously back at his lady and then jumped onto the bar with her!  He then slid down his pants and everyone then knew where Rachel's pole was!  Rachel giggled and prepared to work her pole...in a number of ways...but before she could she awoke from her dream to the sound of Rufus yelling at Lenny from the outside of the mini van!  She looked up to see her Special Son laying on the windshield with his face pressed into the glass asking "Wenny" what he was doing in there with his mommy!


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Peepers' Pitt--President Peepings & the Opposite Pitt

Peepers' Pitt--Costume's Charge pt. 6 of 6 :  President Peepings & the Opposite Pitt

Mr. Peepers stood in awe at the strange suited man who looked exactly like him!  The man had just risen up from a leather chair and walked out from behind his desk.  As he moved away, white light was evident around his suit.  In the next moment, the man's suit had shifted into a somewhat more otherworldly outfit!  This suited version of Mr. Peepers went from a regular business suit to a studded gray jacket with a white shirt and boots.  A belt with the Mr. Peepers eyeball motif appeared around his waist and the collar of his shirt became black with the eyeball in the center as well.  This "President Peepings" then walked up to Mr. Peepers with hand outstretched for a handshake.

"Welcome, Mr. Peepers.  It's great to finally meet you."

Peepers looked at the outstretched hand in distrust.  "Peepers not know what going on here, or how you get Peepers' face, but Peepers say you and funny suit get out of Peepers way, NOW!"

"It's okay, Peepers.  We mean you no harm.  We're all friends here."  Peepers looked past President Peepings at Glademus.

"Glademus no friend of Peepers!  He and fat girlfriend mess with Peepers and his Pitt!  He probably play another trick on Peepers by make him hallucinate and see imaginary twin!  Peepers have enough, Glademus!"

Glademus stood up and giggled.  "It's no trick this time, Peepers.  President Peepings is real!"

"Glademus crazy!  Why he lie about funny Peepers look-alike?  What purpose it serve?!?"

"No lies.  Just like I am an alternate version of your universe's Trodemus, Prophet of Doom,  President Peepings is an alternate reality version of you!  You have teleported into my universe...THE OPPOSITE PITT!"

"Peepers not care because he have power to stop Glademus now!"  The laser wands in his suit slid out quickly and Peepers raised them up and pointed them at the Prophet of Optimism!  Before he could act a burst of white light filled the room, knocking Mr. Peepers off his feet!  The white light had come from President Peepings glasses!  Mr. Peepers lay on the floor unmoving.

"Now, rise up Mr. Peepers!"  President Peepings commanded as Mr. Peepers suddenly stood to his feet!  "Now you are under my control!  For the first time, you are the victim of your very own strobe effect that exists in our special glasses!"

Mr. Peepers stood motionless, awaiting the next command of President Peepings...


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Peepers' Pitt--President Peepings Preview

Peepers' Pitt--President Peepings Preview

Last time in Costume's Charge pt. 5, Mr. Peepers activated teleportation powers in his new costume.  He escaped the Pittians, but found himself inside an oval office, facing Glademus and a suited gentlemen who looked similar to Mr. Peepers.  The gentleman's name is Peepings...President Peepings!  Who is he and why does he have Mr. Peepers' face?  What does this have to do with Glademus and the Whitespace power?  Find out next week, Wednesday February 22, 2017 in Costume's Charge pt. 6!  For now, take a look at my costume design for President Peepings!












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New Ink Pitt--Stardust: Sole Proprietor

New Ink Pitt--Trodemus: Psychic Supreme pt. 3 of 3 :  Stardust:  Sole Proprietor

Trodemus stood ready on the top of his bed as the roof of his Psychic Parlor of Doom was ripped off, revealing the sparkly yellow and white face of the now giant Stardust!  Belinda had stopped screaming and now gasped as she looked over at her man.

"Troddie!  Your cloak!"  Belinda smirked as she realized Trodemus had jumped out of bed so quickly he'd forgotten he was naked.  She held the covers close to her own naked body and jumped out of bed to grab Trodemus' cloak from a nearby coat hanger.

"Worry not Belinda!  Trodemus will do it."  With that the Prophet of Doom waved his hand and the cloak was telekinetically lifted from the hanger and floated to it's place on his body.  Enveloped by his trademark black cloak, Trodemus was ready to do battle with the giant Stardust!  Belinda giggled at seeing her man all naked and still unafraid to take charge!  No doubt there would be a bedroom scene to follow that their reality show could not film yet again!

"Stardust!  Why do you disturb Trodemus of Doom in his home, and what do you hope to accomplish by ripping it apart?!?"

The huge hand of Stardust finished ripping off the roof and appeared to set it aside on the ground.  Now the full gigantic head of Stardust was visible, including his frilly reddish-orange bush that passed for hair!  He smiled a great smile and then spoke.

25"Trodemus!  What a beautiful man you are...when you have no clothes!  A perfect form to play dress up with!  My mind races with all the possibilities!"  He then inhaled a great big breath and giggled.

"Answer me, Stardust!  What are you doing here and how did you get so large?!?"

"Oh Trodemus.  I'm the proprietor of this Pitt, which means I'm all-powerful here!  I can just blow myself up anytime I feel like it!  Figured it was a great way to let you know I mean business about you paying me for the Psychic Parlor of Doom!  It's been a week since I let you know, and you've had plenty of time to worry about your finances in general with the "haunting" I put you through!  I'm here to inform you it's time to pay up or you're out of here!"

"Pay for what?" Trodemus scowled up at Stardust.  "You just knocked thousands of dollars off this place by removing the roof!  What kind of landlord are you?"

"Ooo  NO NO NO!"  The booming voice of Stardust was loud yet at the same time a deep whisper.  "I am NOT a landlord!  I prefer SOLE PROPRIETOR!  Such a beautiful title!"  He then cocked his huge head sideways and sucked in what seemed like all the air from the sky!  He then exhaled and caused a powerful wind that shook the entire psychic parlor!  Belinda and Trodemus ran for cover downstairs as the rest of their bedroom and the entire second floor flew apart!  Belinda screamed as Trodemus grabbed her by her plump arm and pulled her down the stairs.  The wind continued and the walls of the first floor began to shake.

"Bah!  The damned fool is destroying the Psychic Parlor!  Hurry Belinda!  We have to get out!"

Trodemus and his Cherished Chubby made it out the front door mere moments before what remained of the Psychic Parlor was blown off the ground it rested on and off into the air!  Trodemus and Belinda huddled together on the ground as the giant Stardust walked over to them...

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New Ink Pitt--Making Trodemus Great Again

New Ink Pitt--Trodemus:  Psychic Supreme pt. 2 of  3:  Making Trodemus Great Again

Trodemus angrily attempted to get off the ceiling.  His whole bedroom had been turned upside down, or at least he was, as he was the one on the ceiling and Belinda was still on the table below.  His efforts were distracted for a moment as he looked down at his now totally naked cherished chubby Belinda laid out on the table.  He admired her beauty, visually tracing every roll of her curvy body.  His body have been upside down, but at least one part of him was now standing upright!

"Ahem!"  came the voice of the bald woman in the business suit who just entered the room from a portal in the side of the wall.  "Are you finished admiring your lady?  She's really lovely, and I'm happy for you but I'm only female you should be paying attention to at the moment!"

Trodemus glared at the bald woman in disdain.  "Bah!  Trodemus has no time for you!  He is not interested in skinny women with bald heads!  Now begone so Trodemus can figure out what is going on here with Belinda, his money, and the Funky Poppers!"

The bald woman gasped.  "Wow!  There you go with your body shaming!  Guess you've been brainwashed by my competition!  Going to be tough to get your vote...of confidence, but I'm gonna give it a try!"

Trodemus gritted his teeth in anger.  "Woman, who are you and why do you keep babbling to Trodemus of Doom?!?"

The bald woman put her hands on her hips.  "Well fella, my name is Hillary and I'm here to help you out of your financial problems!"

Trodemus squinted in distrust.  "What would you know of Trodemus' financial problems?"

Hillary smiled and waved her hand across her body in front of her.  Her business suit became a monk type jacket one wore in a monastery.  "Everything!  The floating glass followed by the haunting of your finances, on up to your current Psychic Parlor of Doom situation!"

"H-How do you know this?"  Doom stammered but wasn't sold yet.

"Well I'm something of a guru--just don't ask me to send any e-mails!"  Hillary then smiled a toothy grin for 30 seconds as she eyed Trodemus for some sort of acknowledgement of her greatness.

"What?  Why do you look at Trodemus like a woman stuck at climax?"

Hillary broke the grin and frowned.  "This is the part where you're supposed to get down on your knees like a broken man and tell me to teach you!"

Trodemus looked puzzled.  "Teach me what?"

"Aren't you trying to become a doctor?"

"Huh?  Trodemus is a psychic and has no desire to become a doctor!"

Hillary looked disappointed.  "Well that is a bit...strange.  Could have sworn you were a sorcerer who wanted to become a doctor.  Or was it the other way around?"

Trodemus groaned and held his head.  "Woman, you are making the Prophet of Doom sick!  State your business plainly so he can get right side up again and back to his Belinda!"

"Oh all right!  I can help your financial situation!  All you have to do is vote for me as..."

Before Hillary could finish, an older man in a suit with a red tie and bad hairdo popped out of the portal!  He floated up beside Hillary and surveyed the entire room with squinty eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Now you listen here, Trodemus!"  The man spoke.  "You don't have to vote for Hillary because no man should have to take orders from a woman!  Sure she's flashy and is well-liked by most of the voters, but only the Donald can make the Trodemus great again!  Vote for me...and you'll not only be a great psychic with lots of money, but you'll be Trodemus:  Psychic Supreme!"

Trodemus just shook his head in confusion.  Despite all he'd seen and experienced as the Prophet of Doom, this scenario was perhaps the weirdest ever!  Before he could react, Hillary and Donald began fighting it out right in front of him!  Hillary slapped Donald and then Donald punched Hillary!  The two went back and forth while floating in the air, until  a strong wind came out  of the portal and sucked them both back in!  The portal then disappeared in a flash of light and when Trodemus opened his eyes again, he was upright and back in his bed!  Belinda was no longer naked on a table in the middle of the room, but lying asleep right beside him.  Trodemus, groaned and Belinda awakened.

"What's wrong, Troddie?"
"Nothing Belinda.  Just a bad dream...with politics!"
"Gotta stop watching network news before bed then Hon!"

Doom stared at his bedroom, which was normal and not full of Funky Poppers.  He sighed and lay back down.  He was just about to drift off when a scratching sound was heard from the ceiling.  The sound increased, and appeared to be coming from all sides.  The scratching then became a ripping sound. Trodemus sat up in bed again just in time to see the entire roof of his Psychic Parlor of Doom get ripped off by the hand of a giant Stardust!!  Belinda screamed as Trodemus gritted his teeth in anger!

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Shit Pitt--Betram meets the Turkey Man

Shit Pitt--Shit War pt. 19.5 of 20 :  Betram meets the Turkey Man

Betram Bunny laid down on his bed and prepared to go to sleep.  The Bisexual Bunny who was always looking for love had finally been relieved of the huge stomach upset he experienced from eating Shithead!  Originally, Betram had brought the Demon of Defecation into the Shit Pitt (as it became known) by reciting from a book of Leprechaun magic while using the toilet!  So it was his duty to return Shithead to his world the same way he had entered--through Betram's ass!  Things had gone wrong though, and there was concern that Betram would pass Shithead and he would be reborn!  Resident magician, Johnny Pizazz, then stepped in and opened up a portal inside Betram that sent Shithead back to his home dimension.*

With his stomach one more at peace, Betram could focus on the other part of his body that had problems--his face!  Horribly disfigured by the evil Dr. Dyson, Betram's face was still an odd mass of stretched skin and fur.  Betram felt sadness as he lay on his bed and thought about his looks.  How would anyone ever love him with a face like the one he had?  He began to cry as he drifted off to sleep.  Suddenly, Betram was aware of a strange noise outside his window.  He listened closely with his bunny ears and identified the sound as an "erk erk erk" noise.  He dismissed it some of the Cowboy's chickens running around, but it was already dark out and they should all be roosting for the night.

ERK ERK ERK ERK came the noise as it got louder and seemed to be getting closer.

ERK ERK ERK  GOOLA GOOLA GOOLA

Betram rose up in his bed at the familar sound.

"Ahu ahu" Betram giggled.  "That sounds like a turkey!"

ERK ERK ERK GOOLA GOOLA GOOLA  TAP TAP

Betram looked towards his window towards the tapping sound just in time to see a turkey shaped head with beak tapping the window!

"Ohh it is a turkey ahu ahu!  Didn't know the Cowboy had any!  Maybe he needs a good shooin' to send him off ta bed ahu ahu!"

Before Betram could move, the turkey began tapping the window harder and harder with its beak in between "goolas" and "erks!"  The tapping got so fast and violent that the glass began to break.  Betram was horrified!  What was wrong with this turkey?

"Go away!  ahu ahu! You got the wrong guy!  I'm a bunny rabbit!  I don't eat meat and I  don't even like Thanksgiving!"

Betram's cries went unheeded, and with one last "goola goola" the turkey cracked a hole in the window and then broke the whole thing by throwing it's body through it!  It came crashing into Betram's room screeching and puffing it feathers up like some dominant beast!  Betram looked closer to see something was not right with this turkey.  The Bisexual Bunny's eyes grew big as he saw that on each side of the turkey, where the feathers are, that there were also two manlike arms!  This Turkey "Man" then turned its attention to Betram!  It stared at him for a moment before leaping up into the air and landing on his bed!

"Oh no!  Don't huwt me!  I'm just a silly bunny man! ahu ahu,"  Betram pleaded.

The Turkey Man let out another erk erk erk that changed into something sounding like a scream.  Betram tried to hide under the covers, but could not take his eyes off the horror before him!  The Turkey Man** appeared to be struggling with something.  He erked and pranced around a bit and then squatted and screamed repeatedly.  Finally the whole frightening scene ended with a

SPLUTCH!

The Turkey Man then leapt off of Betram's bed and out the window, leaving behind a large egg, coated with unknown body fluid and fecal matter.  Betram just sat there in disbelief...


*Read http://pittreport.blogspot.com/2010/12/pitt-report-shit-in-betrams-stomach.html
**Origin of the Turkey Man  http://classicpittreport.blogspot.com/2010/11/special-thanksgiving-story-turkey-man.html

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