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Hot Girl Meg's Chunky Cheerleaders Bounce Back from Buffet to RATTLE Hippo-Hop Scene

Booty shorts and butt cheeks galore—Megan Thee Stallion's Hot Girl Summer tour hit Austin, Texas, giving everyone an eyeful. Thousands of scantily-clad women twerked and bared it all, shaking what their mommas gave them. The city was set on fire, and so were the loins of thirsty men within a ten-mile radius. Austin hasn't been the same since.

Published June 14, 2024 at 12:15pm by Deborah Sengupta Stith

Megan Thee Stallion Brings Her 'Hotties' to Rap Church, Where She Preached About How Her 'Booty Don't Lie' While Her Female Followers Shook What Their Mamas Gave Them

It was a hot girl summer, and all the Hot Girl Summer disciples came out to worship at the church of Megan Thee Stallion. There were scantily-clad women and gay men galore, and the energy was thicker than the Texas heat.

The femme fatale herself rose from the depths of the Moody Center stage, a serpentine goddess in a skin-tight bodysuit. She spat fire and shot flames from her mouth—both literally and metaphorically—as she took aim at her haters and naysayers. It was a battle cry, and her followers ate it up like sacrificial lambs.

But let's not forget the booty. Oh, the glorious booty. It was a twerkathon, an orgy of ass-ets and a celebration of all things bootylicious. The dance breaks were enough to make you blush, and the twerking could've caused a heatwave. Megan and her crew put on a display that would make strippers blush. It was a wonder the stage could handle all that junk in the trunk.

And then, there was the moment we all waited for: the arrival of the People's Champ, Paul Wall. The crowd went wild as the Houston legend spit his fire, but some weaklings sat down, probably because their booties were sore.

Megan Thee Stallion is a woman scorned, and she's not holding back. She's been through the wringer, from shooting incidents to court cases, but she's come out on top. She's a champion of female sexuality and empowerment, and she's not afraid to get graphic. This goddess gave us all a lesson in taking control and loving yourself. It's a shame some prudes had to ruin it by screaming, "my body, my choice."

The love was palpable, and so were the sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Megan showed love to her fans, shining a light on their twerking skills and even bringing some lucky devils onstage to shake it. It was a safe space for women and gay men to let loose and get rowdy, and it was a beautiful mess.

As the night drew to a close, a wise woman's words rang true: "I support women's rights and women's wrongs." Preach, sister.