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Getting Behind by greinskyn (WG, Magic, Revenge, Unfinished)
Postby buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:24 pm
The costume party was well underway by the time Mandy and Lacey arrived. Late as usual. They stood in the doorway taking it all in. Devils and witches abounded along with a wide assortment of non Halloween themes. All seemed to be moving to the pounding beat from Marv's overpriced stereo, whether they were dancing or not. Yep, it was Marvelous Marv's Halloween Blowout. One of the top three parties of the year.
“Where's Marv?” Shouted Mandy.
Lacey's angelic features looked dismayed.
“You're not really looking for him are you?”
“Dressed like this? Are you nuts? His hands would be all over me. I want to be where he's not!”
Lacey nodded, understanding all too well. Marv's hands were notorious for winding up where they shouldn't be. A habit that increased in its daring the more drunk he or his targets became.
“There he is over there!” Lacey shouted.
Mandy followed her friend's crimson tipped finger to find none other than the treacherous lech cornering what looked to be some unsuspecting sophomore or junior. 'Well, at least he's occupied' Feeling somewhat safer she headed in the opposite direction. Lacey apparently had come to a similar conclusion moments before as she was already several paces ahead. Mandy followed the sexy She-Devil towards one of the tapped kegs. As she did so, her eyes dipped down taking in the sleek swinging tail and form fitting red bikini style bottoms. Half the girl's ass cheeks were hanging out, “covered” only by fishnet stockings. 'I wish I could wear something like that' Mandy thought jealously. Apparently she wasn't the only one marking Lacey's progress as several wolf whistles and leering teens attested. Mandy had to actually push some of the more open gawkers out of her way.
Not that Mandy herself wasn't good looking. She was actually considered one of the prettier girls in Layton Hills high. She just tended to dress more conservatively... especially in the presence of Lacey's Goddess-like form.
As the party progressed the two girls would occasionally cross paths. Each time they would catch each other up on the latest buzz. Also each time they were both noticeably more inebriated than the last.
“OK, no more Long Islands for me!”
Lacey swayed visibly as she said this; already looking longingly at the array of bottles littering the Kieffer family's bar.
“Me too.” Agreed Mandy, finishing her Green something or other with a flourish.
“Hey who's that?”
Mandy tried to follow her friend's wavering finger... herself wavering in the process.
“Jessica Tompkins?”
“No! Not her! The girl behind her!”
Mandy looked beyond her former target and immediately saw who her friend was pointing at. There was a rather pretty girl with a flowery wreath about her head dancing in the corner.
“I dunno. Never saw her before.”
“What the hell is she dressed as?”
Mandy shrugged, taking in the flowers and what looked to be flowing white robes.
“A 60's flower child?”
Lacey didn't look convinced.
“But why all the padding?”
“What padding?”
Lacey grabbed her arm violently.
“Here look!”
From this new angle Mandy could now see the slender gal had a ridiculously large amount of padding under her robes... all centered around her ass. Nothing came to her that could explain why someone would do something to destroy an otherwise attractive costume... especially when the wearer was so beautiful.
Before Mandy could comment, her friend staggered off in the girl's direction, apparently to ask what was up. 'This isn't going to be good' the sandy haired girl thought, following her lead. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach and it wasn't from the overly sweet alcoholic drinks she'd been downing either.
Lacey planted herself almost directly in front of the mystery girl. To her dismay she wasn't immediately greeted or complimented on which was the norm. Being Layton Hills High School's hottest piece of ass, Lacey had come to expect accolades to be showered on her. The fact that she was being ignored... not to mention this girl was even more stunning up close didn't set well with the She-Devil. 'How dare she ignore me' thought Lacey indignantly. Changing tactics she reached out with her red plastic devil's fork and tapped mystery girl on the shoulder. At least that's what she intended to do. In her inebriated state the action was more of a jab.
Startled, the fair skinned girl shot a look at Lacey that was chillingly dark. At least that was what it looked like to Lacey. It was hard to tell for the expression lasted the briefest of moments. Shocked at what she'd done. Lacey took a step back, then another couple half steps to steady herself.
If it was the girl's attention she wanted, Lacey definitely had it. Rubbing her sore shoulder with one hand, she gestured at the fork with her other.
“I thought that was just for looks, I didn't know it was real!”
Glad there wasn't a scene, Lacey breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sorry about that. My aim was a little off.”
Mystery girl even managed a smile.
“That's OK, my name is Tamara Wilder by the way.”
Lacey took her outstretched hand.
“Lacy, Lacy Calder. Are you new here?”
“Naw, I'm just visiting.”
That was welcome news to Lacey, this beauty could cause some serious competition.
“Friends or family?”
Tamara shook her head, smiling.
“Neither.”
Lacey waited for Tamara to continue, but she left the cryptic comment lie. Not that Lacey really cared, she was just trying to make small talk to broach the strange padding of the girl's costume. Losing patience, no doubt from the copious amounts of alcohol, Lacey just blurted out what was on her mind.
“So what's up with your costume?”
Tamara looked uncomfortable.
“What do you mean?”
Lacey once more jabbed the plastic Devil's fork forward, gesturing at the unmistakable flare of the girl's robes.
“Why are you wearing all that padding? It looks ridiculous!”
Tamara's face fell far beyond uncomfortable to utter misery.
“Its not padding.”
The comment was so low, it was lost amid the pounding rhythm.
“What?” Lacey demanded.
“Its not padding!” Tamara shouted.
Unfortunately her response timed perfectly with a pause between songs.
Mandy had been watching everything play out. Fortunately or unfortunately, her mind was a little clearer at the moment.
“Lacey, I think its...”
She never got to finish.
The angered She-Devil jabbed Tamara's padded hips... and found the area to be firmer than she expected. Tamara, trying to get away from the attack, turned and retreated into the crowd behind her. As she did so, the flowing fabric of her robes became entangled in the barbs of the Devil's fork. This instigated a short tug-of-war. One in which Lacey won. With a mighty heave the She-Devil yanked back on the fork. It came back... with Tamara's robes with it. Unbalanced, Lacey fell back in a heap.
The pounding beat of Hatebreed covered up the multitude of gasps from surrounding teens. As such Lacey wasn't immediately aware of what she'd done. Even in her drunken state, however, what played out before her couldn't be ignored for long.
Tamara stood there clothed in nothing but a bra and panties. No robe, no padding.
One slender arm attempted to cover her milky white breasts, themselves half covered in a delicate lacy bra. Her other arm darted lower trying to maintain some vestige of modesty. It was woefully outclassed for the task. Here was where every teen in range, including Lacey by this point, had their attention focused. For this was no ordinary set of hips. A veritable mountain of flesh exploded from beneath Tamara's waist, not the gentle flare one would expect. Her hips must have been a good three feet wide. Those on the side were treated to an exceptional view of her ass, which was no less extraordinary. It jutted out shelf like, straining against the sturdy white cotton.
No one moved to help or cover her.
Lacey sat there wide-eyed in the jumble of white cloth; her eyes trying to focus on the bulging flesh. Her thoughts were just as jumbled. Horrified, shocked... replused; she didn't know whether to apologize or join in on the waves of laughter that were just beginning to erupt.
Then Tamara spoke.
“Its called Steatopygea. In other words my ass is much fatter than it should be. I used to be just like you then whammo my hips got bigger and bigger until there was no way I could hide it...”
Lacey listened to the oddly calm speech the strange girl was giving. Despite the blaring music, she could here every word as if it was only in her head. 'She is speaking right?' Lacey shook her spinning head to clear it. 'I must be drunker than I thought'
That must've been the case for it appeared for all the world Tamara's lips were pursed tightly shut.
“... Every day I feel more and more a freak, something people like you feel compelled to ram down my throat. Just once I wish a hot chick like you would get a taste of what it feels like to live a life like mine.”
Lacey's head spun even wilder. Soon a buzz began to fill her mind, accompanied my an increasing darkness that spread from the corners of her vision.
Then all went black.
After about the third attempt Lacey managed to open her eyes. The bright light flooding in, however, made her doubt it had been such a good idea.
“Uggh! I'm never drinking again.”
“That sounds familiar.” Came a half-moan from her right.
From the sound of it Mandy felt just as grand.
Lacey swung her feet over the side of the bed and staggered to her feet. Shuffling to the bathroom took forever. At least it was a private one. How Lacey hated her own at home, shared with three brothers. Here she could take advantage and not bother to lock the door.
Ignoring the mirror (Who wants that news right away), Lacey went straight to the loo. After a quick fumble to dislodge her bright red sheer panties, 'What a waste. Todd didn't even get to see them' Lacey plopped down less than gracefully onto the cold seat. It took a while, but eventually she realized she had no recollection of disrobing or of putting on the oversized sleep shirt she now wore. No doubt it was Mandy who performed the service. 'Great another waste! All that time practicing my strip tease for Todd all for nothing' It was downright naughty too. Oh well, there was always his birthday...
“You about done in there?”
“Yeah, hold on.”
Lacey finished her business then opened the door, once more grimacing at the bright light. 'Doesn't that girl have curtains?'
Mandy forced her way past, bumping Lacey in the process. Pushing back off the doorframe the leggy blond managed her best pseudo-sunny disposition.
“Morning Miss Sunshine!”
“Whatever.” was the reply.
Slam!
That brought about a real smile to Lacey's face.
Her mood further improved by winning “Rock Paper Scissors” two out of three for first shower. This had the added benefit of giving Lacey first choice of Mandy's clothes while the other girl showered; an opportunity she was determined not to waste.
“Let's see...” She pondered, standing in front of the open closet.
Being a size six to Mandy's healthy size eight gave Lacey free reign over the entire wardrobe. Whenever the situation had been reversed, Mandy at Lacey's house had a much smaller selection. 'Unless she chose some of my mom's stuff' the teen thought evilly.
Like that would happen.
“Ooh! That's new.”
A sexy pair of lowriders was plucked from within. Followed closely by a gorgeous white sateen top with a rosette neckline. Lacey had to admire her friend's taste.
They looked even better on.
'Damn girl you look hot'
She was currently modeling the combination in front of Mandy's full length mirror. It took the addition of a white patent leather belt and matching white flats to complete the ensemble... but the results were worth it. Spinning around, Lacey got a peek of her sheer red panties peeking above the lowriders in back. 'That oughtta get some attention' At first she hadn't liked the way Mandy's jeans had hung on her so loosely, but now she got a glimpse of the positives...
“Hey, I haven't even wore those yet!”
Mandy had just emerged from her own shower; towel wrapped around her head and hands on hips. She didn't look pleased. Truth be told, however, her irritation was more on how much better her friend looked in them than she did. 'Those jeans aren't even tight on her' Self consciously Mandy's hand drifted from her hip to the slight bulge of her tummy. (Thankfully hidden by her fuzzy robe) Too clearly she recalled how the damn denim barely fastened around her own waist... and left nasty red marks when she finally peeled herself out of them. 'Some people have all the luck'
“Well don't get anything on them.” She said before snatching out a much less flattering pair of carpenter jeans, and her Fergie T-shirt.
“I won't” Lacey replied.
'As long as you don't count Todd's hands'
The thought triggered another.
“Hey. You think the guys will still meet up with us at the mall?”
Mandy, who was trying to get her T-shirt to hang straight down from her boobs, answered over her shoulder.
“Sure. Why wouldn't they?”
“Well, they were pretty sloshed.” Lacey ventured.
“And you weren't? Trust me, they'll be there.”
Mandy gave one more tug then called it good.
****
Todd drew the kiss out longer this time. He also used the opportunity to undo three more buttons on Lacey's blouse. (Lacey had already unfastened the first two before he arrived)
“Are you sure your parents won't come back?”
Lacey smiled and batted her eyes playfully.
“Relax, do you think I'd risk being caught down here if there was?”
Todd didn't exactly look reassured.
“Well, I think I'd be in a lot more trouble than you. Your dad and brothers might take turns grinding me into a pulp.”
Lacey rolled her eyes in a dramatic gesture and sighed.
“My folks took Randy to see Zack and Taylor's football game in Raleigh. They won't be back for hours.”
That was good enough for Todd. He moved in again and the final two buttons fell beneath his fingers. Lacey provided no opposition... she rarely did. Bolder now, his hands encircled her narrow waist as he drew her nearer. The firm flesh he found there felt warm, almost hot to the touch. Lacey arched her back in response, thrusting her chest into his. Nimbly she shrugged out of her blouse leaving her upper body bare but for a bra. This proved no problem for her boyfriend. He already had his fingers searching for the clasp. In an instant the hooks pulled free.
Only the contact of their two bodies pressing together kept the garment on. Eager as he was to see her marvelous breasts, Todd found himself too busy with Lacey's passionate kiss to proceed further. 'She is an amazing kisser' Teasing and exploring, their tongues danced in an intricate and instinctive fashion. After three months they knew what the other liked.
Which brought Todd's mind back to his girlfriend's breasts.
Lacey sensed him pull back slightly, but wasn't ready to end the kiss just yet. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Thus the kiss continued. That is until her groin grinding into his lit an even hotter fire down below.
Breaking free Todd allowed himself a look at her wonderfully formed breasts, which rode high on her chest even without support, before starting in on the buttons of her skirt. 'What is with all the buttons? Is she trying to drive me crazy?' If that was her goal it was working. Truth be told, he wouldn't change a thing. The mere sight of Lacey in that skirt always took his breath away.
A tinkling sound from Lacey undoing his belt spurred him into action.
Deftly Todd undid each of the jet black buttons, eager to unveil the prize within. As the last popped free, Lacey lifted her ass off the sofa cushions so he could slide the skirt free. He did so with an expertise that showed this was far from their first time.
Once the skirt was out of the way Todd rose and stepped out of his Levis, which she had conveniently undone for him. From the obvious tent in his boxers, Todd jr. was growing impatient. Those too were removed.
The only thing left was a condom.
Reaching down for the discarded Levis, Todd went to retrieve the little foil packet.
“Here let me”
Lacey produced a different condom... from where he had no idea. Like a cat she uncoiled from the sofa, then knelt before him. Tearing the packet open with her teeth she let a painted nail trail down the eager surface of his shaft causing Todd to inhale sharply. The sensation teetered on the edge between erotic and pain, with erotic taking the prize. Expertly Lacey unrolled the condom in a manner that only seemed to make Todd harder.
Again in a catlike manner, Lacey stood, then with a playfull wink turned away from him. A few sashaying steps later she wiggled her hips and spoke.
“Like what you see?”
Unable to answer, Todd let his eyes dip down to the fire red panties she wore. Little red She-Devils outlined in black, dotted their fiery surface.
“I was hoping to give you this little show last week.”
Briefly Todd's mind drifted back to the Halloween party... and the sight of his girlfriend passed out in a jumble of white cloth. I say briefly for whose mind could be elsewhere with this blonde goddess half naked in front of them?
Lacey gyrated her hips as she performed a little dance just for him. His eyes did double duty darting from the gentle flare of her hips to the swaying of her unhindered breasts... that is until he couldn't take it any more.
In two steps Todd closed the distance. Taking her in his arms the two locked into yet another deep kiss before he swooped her into the air and carried her back to the sofa. No more time for subtlety remained. Off came the red panties, which went flying.
Again and again he plunged into her as they momentarily became one. The sounds of deep breaths accompanied by Lacey's gentle moans filled the room. Both increased in speed and volume until finally building into a crescendo that was far too brief.
Afterward, Todd cradled Lacey in his strong arms. The small sofa didn't provide much room, but that only made the moment even more intimate. 'Damn I'm lucky' he thought, trailing his fingers down the firm taut flesh of her ass. Cupping her right cheek he gave a little tweak.
“Ready to go again?”
****
“Oh Gawd! Look how fat I'm getting!”
Lacey didn't even bother to look up from the back issue of Seventeen she was reading. She'd been expecting such an outburst the moment Mandy had picked out that outfit. 'It was tight enough on her last summer' Lacey knew her friend had put on four pounds since then... and that was before the girl spent Thanksgiving at her grandma's.
“Love handles! I'm getting love handles!”
Lacey couldn't help herself. Peering over the top of the magazine she beheld her friend, who was busy fussing about in front of her bedroom mirror. 'She really is getting love handles' The poor girl was nearly busting out of the skintight shorts she wore. A definite muffin top formed practically all the way around Mandy's waist. Lacey's trim tummy, in contrast still showed definition even seated as she was. Something which a conspiratorial glance down confirmed. She doubted Mandy could even sit in those shorts, and if she did, the effect would be anything but flattering.
“Aren't you listening to me?!”
'Ok, time to be the supportive friend'
Putting down the magazine, Lacey walked over to the distraught Mandy.
“Its not so bad, really.”
Mandy sniffled as she looked to her friend for comfort.
“You think so?”
Lacey looked at the pouf of flesh bulging out over the waistband of the jean shorts and tried not to wince. The cropped top she wore didn't help matters any, only drawing more attention to the problem.
“Oh, definitely.”
She gave Mandy a little hug.
“We'll just find you something more conservative to wear until you lose a few.”
Mandy managed another sniffle.
“Yeah sure.” she replied, with less than a confident tone.
“C'mon! It won't be that bad. I've got some amazing workout DVDs you can borrow. We'll have you into that slinky dress you've been eying by New Years!”
Mandy's eyes grew misty as she imagined herself in the daring outfit. It would take a lot of effort, but it would be worth it to see the look on Jennifer Backstrom's face. 'I still owe her for that comment on the beach last summer'
Lacey took her friend's silence for apprehension.
“Tell you what, why don't we go get you that dress for motivation, and we'll stop by my house for the workout videos on the way back. I've got some wrist weights too, that'll really help tone up those arms.”
Mandy's eyes locked on her reflection, her eyes widening at the realization her arms did look a little fuller. 'If anyone knows how to lose weight its Lacey'
“Let's do it.”
****
Ding Dong!
Lacey drew her coat closer as another gust of wind from the North came barreling between the buildings. The trendy little short jacket she wore did next to nothing to stop it.
“C'mon c'mon” She muttered, trying to keep her teeth from chattering.
'Fuck I hate December'
Just as she was about to jab the doorbell again the front door opened.
“Lacey! Come on in before you freeze to death!”
“Thanks Mrs. Teague.”
Lacey quickly stepped inside and stomped her feet a few times. The gesture was more to warm her feet than to remove the small amount of snow clinging to her shoes. After all, the high priced pumps were designed more for looks than protection.
“Mandy is upstairs. Help yourself to some snacks if you like.”
Lacey hung her coat on one of the many hooks in the entry way.
“I'm not very hungry, thanks anyway.”
Her eyes trailed along the array of junk food laid out on the Teague's dining room table; no doubt fodder for the men in the other room huddled around the bigscreen TV. Lacey rolled her eyes. 'Men and football'
Mandy's mother smiled and shrugged.
“Suit yourself, but don't expect there to be much left after half time.”
That was a good point.
Snatching up a plate Lacey helped herself to some baked chips and some lowfat (Hopefully) cheese. She had an inkling those were only there for Mrs. Teague as the rest of the choices were all loaded with sugar or grease. 'No wonder Mandy has such a time watching her weight' Lacey snatched up a Diet Pepsi and trotted upstairs.
About halfway down the hall, a familiar pounding beat began to override the hooting and cheering down below. Lacey recognized it as one of the lower level selections she'd given her friend to use. Reaching Mandy's door, Lacey tucked the soda under her arm in order to turn the knob... and was instantly rewarded with a music volume rivaling that of Hot Topix.
Mandy was in her workout gear dancing to the heavy beat. Sweat and concentration both dotted her brow as she struggled to keep up with the rigorous routine. In contrast, the slim instructor on the screen smiled cheerily, and was as perspiration free as if she'd been reclining in the shade. 'Man that smug looking bitch always pissed my mother off' Perhaps it was spite over that fact that motivated the older Calder to keep to the routine. The same seemed to be true with her new victim.
Mandy still hadn't detected her presence. Lacey thought of announcing herself, but it was too precious a moment to waste. For fun she set down her plate and recorded some of the impromptu workout session on her phone. Then she sat down herself and began to munch on the chips. The soda she was saving for the right moment. Lacey was familiar with this video. 'It won't be long now'
Mandy's efforts made quite a sight, especially clad as she was in her old leotards. 'I doubt she'd be wearing that out in public' Lacey thought wryly. The high dollar garment was form fitting, and would have been flattering about a dozen pounds ago. As it was, every curve and bulge stood out. Not only that, every unwanted jiggle was on display testifying to the lack of discipline of their owner. A shudder ran through Lacey's body at the thought of a similar fate befalling her own trim physique. 'No way Never happen'
Eventually the music ended. Mandy, along with the instructor performed the necessary cool down. When that too was over, Mandy dropped the weights; sagging from the effort.
Lacey picked up the can.
Pssshhht!
In the confines of her friend's bedroom the sound was glaringly loud... and unexpected. Mandy reacted accordingly, giving a loud shriek as she flailed about.
“You!” She shouted accusingly. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Lacey tried to act innocent as she sipped the Pepsi, but her lips betrayed her.
“I'll get you for that.” Mandy continued, in mock anger.
Picking, up a towel, Mandy wiped her brow, then spotting Lacey's plate of snacks, padded over to help herself to some.
“Uh uh” Lacey chastised, pulling back on the plate. “Someone's on a diet remember?”
A look of disappointment flashed across Mandy's face but it was quickly replaced with a look of pride.
“I'll have you know I've lost six pounds already”
Lacey had her doubts. 'Six pounds in two weeks?' That was more than she would've given credit for. At least considering Mandy's previous performance in weight loss attempts. She had to admit, however that her friend's face looked a little more defined, and her arms seemed slimmer. 'She still needs some work around the waist' Lacey's gaze fell briefly to the little dome of flesh pushing against Mandy's snug leotards. You could easily see the none-too-subtle indent of the girl's belly button. Her hips still had too much padding distending what should have been a gentle flare. And that roll, (Sometimes two) that formed whenever Mandy would lean just right... as she was doing right now.
Mandy sensed the scrutiny and shifted uncomfortably. Determined to focus on the positive she walked over to her chart.
“I've also added 15 minutes to my routine! And I'm on the intermediate workouts now.”
Mandy's enthusiasm became contagious. This was more of an effort than Lacey would've thought her friend would put into this. Usually Mandy settled for starving herself a week or two before a big event then go back to her old ways. To see this kind of commitment excited Lacey. 'Perhaps she might even stick to it this time'
“See, I told you you should have bought that dress two weeks ago!”
Mandy looked sheepish.
“I know. I know. Its just that there's no way I could've fit into it and...”
“I bet you could fit into it now.”
Mandy's eyes widened.
“You think so?”
“Totally”
****
Uptown Raleigh, two hours later...
“Do you think its still here?” Mandy asked, a tinge of concern in her voice.
“I don't know, New Years is only three weeks away.”
It wasn't news the sandy haired girl wanted to hear. Almost unconsciously her pace quickened.
“Maybe no one from home will have driven this far?” she offered.
Lacey considered the point.
“True, most of the girls from home would've gotten their dresses downtown or at Layton Hills Mall”
Mandy shuddered as if a chill from outside somehow found its way up her spine.
“They've got some nice stuff there... but that place gives me the creeps.”
Lacey had to agree, just barely managing to stifle her own shudder. There'd been rumors surrounding LHM for as long as she could remember. She'd even witnessed an odd thing or two herself.
If only they didn't have such nice stuff.
“That's for sure. Remember that foul mouthed stripper claiming to be a lawyer?”
Mandy's eyes got huge. 'How could I forget'
“You mean the one with the huge tits?”
“That's the one! I wonder just how big those things were.”
Mandy held her arms out as if cupping something massive.
“A LOT farther down the alphabet than mine are... that's for sure!”
Lacey laughed, but her thoughts drifted back to the gaudy woman struggling with the police, remembering how she claimed to be some hotshot attorney; Julie Danvers. It was probably the graphic nature of that image that locked it into Lacey's mind so that when the real Julie Danvers turned up missing she recalled the name. Lacey didn't really follow the story, but did recall seeing something on the news later about the mystery woman knowing too many details of the missing lawyer's life. Last she heard the stripper was on trial or something...
“We're here!”
Lacey was suddenly drawn from her reverie by Mandy's excited voice. Sure enough the two girls stood just outside Madelaine's. Lacey felt her own pulse quicken. She couldn't recall a single time leaving Madelaine's without a bag or two in her arms.
“Alright!”
****
Back in one of the spacious dressing rooms, grunts of exertion and frustration could be heard.
“Urggh. Al...most............there!”
With a final thrust Lacey managed to force the zipper up past Mandy's waist. As soon as that hurdle was passed, the going was easy for a few inches, until encountering more resistance at the level of the red-faced girl's bust.
“I can't breathe!” Lacey squeaked.
It was a bit of an overstatement, but not by much.
Mandy looked into the mirror, distress evident on her face.
“I'm so fat!”
Lacy knew she had damage control to do.
“Its not that bad, besides you still have three weeks left.”
She gave a few tugs, trying to get the dress to sit lower, but Mandy's waist and hips kept it riding back up. As a result, an unflattering gap formed between the bustline and her breasts. The fabric also bunched up against Mandy's soft underarms, digging in and forming a roll above. Everywhere excess flesh pressed against thin satin causing numerous creases. Hardly a desirable effect.
“I don't think its enough time” Mandy despaired.
“Hey, don't worry!” Lacey cheered. “You've already lost six pounds. Another eight or nine and this will fit fine.”
“Actually it was more like four pounds.” Confessed Mandy.
'I knew it' Lacey did a little quick math in her head.
“That's still two pounds a week you've already lost and you weren't even in shape yet. Just step it up a little bit and you can drop those nine pounds easily in three weeks.”
Mandy looked back at her reflection, sucking her tummy in.
“You think so?”
“Hey, its only three pounds a week. No problem.” Lacey did her best to shrug it off. It was working too... even she was beginning to buy into the idea. “Believe me, once you get into the level three and four workouts, the fat will just melt off.”
A new hope began to build in Mandy. 'Nine pounds. I can do it... I'll just pretend to be sick at Grandma's over Christmas' One look at the deep panty lines on her derrière did more than just set her will; it made even Gram's famous rich gravy appear distasteful.
Lacey stepped back as if to admire the dress even further, then continued to lay it on.
“Who knows, if you keep it up, you might even be able to squeeze into a six.”
“Yeah right!” Mandy snorted. “If I buy a six, you'll snatch it up and wear it yourself.”
Lacey didn't deny it.
'OK so I went a little too far'
“Truthfully girl, you keep this up and you will be down to my size before you know it. So it won't be by New Years... don't let that get you down. You'll get there. I'll help.”
Mandy pondered this. She had always avoided exercise in the past, but everyone has their moment of truth. She was seeing hers as she bulged out of a size eight. Certainly even a ten would be snug. Images of slinking around in a skimpy bikini like Lacey raced through her mind. Oh how she'd always longed for that. She vowed never again to have to hide her figure under a baggy t-shirt or one of those horrendous Tankinis ever again.
“Does that mean you'll work out with me?”
Lacey cringed at the thought... in her mind anyway. The last thing she wanted to do was dance around in front of a stupid TV. 'If I want exercise I'll be with Todd' Thinking quickly, she tried to change the subject.
“Hey, if you're done trying that on, I'd like to try out those jeans I grabbed on the way in.”
Mandy's eyes fell on the sleek pink denim; envy flooding in as she did.
“Um, yeah... sure. Can you help me out of this first?”
****
As soon as the party dress was safely hung up on the dressing room wall, Lacey practically attacked the pair of De L'Amore jeans. Rumor had it the rather exclusive designer was planning on releasing a limited run of their spring line early. The excited girl couldn't believe she'd been lucky enough to find some of the very first ones. 'Every bitch at school is going to be soooo jealous' Even Todd, who knew next to nothing about designer labels wouldn't help but be impressed. One look at the way they were cut and Lacey knew he'd have his eyes... and likely hands all over her ass.
“Oof!”
Lacey let slip her frustration as she tried... and failed, to pull the denim up past her hips. Sure she'd expected them to be snug, but this was too much. 'Damnit!' Doubling her resolve, Lacey gave another yank. This time the jeans complied, but their reluctance was felt in the way they clung to her so viciously. Even her thighs felt constricted. 'I did grab a six right?' Looking down at the tag so innocently hanging from the pocket, Lacey noted she indeed had a six. 'No way is this a six' It had to be a mistake.
Mandy, who had been watching from the side, offered her thoughts.
“I think I read somewhere that companies are mislabeling their sizes.”
“Why would they do that?” Lacey asked, forcing the snap closed.
“They said it was something to do with exclusivity, but I think it's a conspiracy for the diet industry.”
It that was true it was working, even Lacey felt like dieting after less than a minute in the damn things. 'Enough of this' With nearly as much effort, she began peeling the jeans off.
“Do you want me to get you a pair of eights?”
Lacey knew her friend was just trying to be helpful... or was she? There almost appeared to be a hint of mirth in the girl's tone. Regardless, there was no way she was going to be caught dead wearing a size eight. 'They can keep their overpriced crap'
“Um, no thanks.”
Mandy looked at her strangely.
“Why not? If they fit what's the problem?”
Lacey didn't answer as she put them back on the hanger. Mandy, however, didn't let it go.
“If you're worried about the size, I won't tell anyone.”
OK, that time there definitely was a touch of mirth to the sandy-haired girl's tone.
“Its not that” Lacey lied. “If they can't be honest about their products, then I don't want anything to do with them.
Mandy nodded.
“I agree.”
Lacey picked up her discarded pair of jeans and began to pull them up.
“You know, I'm about done looking for clothes. How about we go check out that new eco-friendly foundation I told you about?”
“That sounds fun!”
Mandy turned to get her dress, thus missing the confused look on her friend's face as she realized just how snug her old jeans felt...
“...and those earrings we found last summer at Macys would go perfectly with my mom's necklace. If she lets me wear it, of course. And those...”
Mandy prattled on and on about what she planned to wear with her sleek dress at the New Years Bash. Lacey nodded, and occasionally gave some indication she was paying attention, but, her mind kept drifting back to the ill-fit of her jeans. 'Mrs. Teague must have washed them... that's it' she figured after an attempt to worm her hand into her back pocket failed. 'I was just too excited before to notice she'd shrunk them'
Of course the girls had to dress up for their trip to the mall. No way would either of them be caught dead clad in ordinary clothes as they had been. And without make-up? No way. Buying a party dress is a big deal. You have to look your best. Lacey fortunately had plenty of clothes to choose from, since various outfits of hers had a tendency to collect in Mandy's closet. She didn't know exactly when the designer jeans and top she was wearing had wound up there, but they matched Mandy's outfit perfectly. In all the excitement over their hair and make-up, not to mention accessories, Lacey had simply not noticed how snug they were.
She noticed now.
'Even the damn legs are tight', she thought critically. This was especially evident along her inner thighs where the seams ran. Every step made them pinch just a little. Oh it wasn't terribly bad, but it did force Lacey to adjust her stride slightly. Mandy never noticed a thing, lost as she was in her little world.
'Surely it was Mrs. Teague's fault'
At least that was what Lacey was determined to believe.
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Re: Getting Behind by greinskyn (WG, Magic, Revenge, Unfinis
Postby buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:25 pm
****
One week later, and back in Mandy's bedroom...
Bum... Bum... Bump! Bum bum bum... Bump!
The two girls danced vigorously to the fast paced beat. It was one of the advanced workout routines, and the effort to keep up with it was evident on their faces. Well, evident on Mandy's anyway. Lacey found it a bit challenging, but was having a far easier time of it than her panting friend.
“I... can't believe you're... actually doing this... with me!” Mandy panted between breaths.
Lacey couldn't believe it either. Nor could she hardly believe why she was here...
The days following Mandy and her shopping trip were plagued with several instances of “Shrunken” clothes. This meant one of two things; either Mrs. Teague had a secret vendetta for all of Lacey's pants, or she was putting on weight. Both would seem just as ludicrous. Only a dreadful self inspection Thursday before her date with Todd finally broke her self denial.
You see, that was what was really going on; denial. No, Lacey didn't secretly blame her friend's mother. However, she did at first try and blame the ill fit on the clothes themselves;
“Stupid cheap-ass fabric!” She'd cursed, trying to button up that skimpy pair of LaRouche shorts.
“What's with this thing?!” Lacey had yelled, after failing to get the creases out of a favorite form-fitting skirt.
In the end, however, it was her mother that had sewn the seeds of where the true fault lay;
“Lacey dear, where did you get those jeans?”
That seemingly innocuous comment had come about on that fateful Thursday. In fact it had lead to Lacey's rapidly approaching... and utterly devastating self discovery. She'd been bent over at the time, her ass in full view. Lacey, not seeing the look of confusion on her mother's face had mistaken it for a compliment.
“Oh, I got these at Madelaine's last summer!”
She did a little model's spin to show them off; hoping to elicit another comment. As a pretty and somewhat vain teen, Lacey never tired of people showering accolades on her. This time, however, Mrs. Calder had something else in mind.
“They're awful tight dear.”
Lacey froze as the words slammed into her. Mom was right. They were tight, really tight... too tight. The look on the older woman's face further hammered things home. It wasn't an appreciative one, or prideful, but rather concerned and confused.
Then the hammer fell.
“Are you putting on weight?”
Lacey could only stand there, speechless.
Sure, countless people had been asked that question, perhaps many times in their lives. For Lacey it was her first and maybe that's why it cut so deep. She said the first thing that came to mind.
“Why? Do I look fat?”
Seeing the distress on her daughter's face, 'Who knew she'd take it this hard' Mrs. Calder chose her next words carefully.
“Oh no dear, its not that. I just want you to be careful, that's all. You know how much you take after your grandmother...”
Images of the old woman's huge ass flashed through Lacey's mind, causing an inadvertent gasp.
“... She was so slim when she was younger. I remember how jealous I used to be whenever she would wear...”
Lacey didn't hear the rest. She'd fled the room, fighting back tears and a rising hysteria. Her mind raced for some other explanation as she charged up the stairs. 'It can't be me. It just can't'
The reflection in the mirror said otherwise.
In the safety of her room she'd shimmied out of the tight Dior denim, and left the expensive jeans puddled on the floor. Then, turning, had aimed her ass directly at the silvered glass.
“Omigod”
No way could she have been prepared for what she saw. Somehow, a strange puffy softness had invaded what was so recently firm toned flesh. It was as if her entire ass had suddenly been covered with a thin layer of fat. Lacey's sexy black panties (Worn in anticipation of her date with Todd) pulled overly tight into her cheeks and the edges dug in more than she cared for.
It just didn't seem real. 'How could this have happened so fast?'
Even now in Mandy's bedroom Lacey could still see the look of shock on her face, reflected back as she followed up the visual inspection with a probing hand... a hand that had just found her ass to be much softer than she'd expected.
“Hey, that's what friends are for!” she replied, adding some extra swing to her routine.
The two pushed on into the next set, which if anything was even more demanding. Despite this, Mandy continued on, though it was obvious she was nearing her limit. On the screen, the instructor smiled her confident smile, bouncing as high as ever. Lacey eyed the woman's sleek thighs and perfectly shaped ass. 'Gawd I hate that bitch' Perhaps it was her exhaustion or her determination that caused Lacey to miss the irony of the situation. This was the first time she'd felt truly envious of another woman's figure. Question was; was it the last?
“OK! That's enough!” Mandy shouted, abruptly dropping her hand weights.
Lacey didn't argue. They'd been going at it for nearly 75 minutes. 'Patience girl. You're not going to get there in one day' With great pleasure the exhausted blonde walked over and shut off the DVD. Just in time too for the camera pulled in for a close-up of the instructor doing a side-step maneuver. The last thing either of them wanted to see were those damn sculpted thighs again.
Mandy, headed straight for the scale.
“Three pounds exactly!” she cheered, “I'm right on track!”
Lacey believed her this time. She watched as her friend did a little victory dance. It was obvious she'd slimmed down even more. 'Definitely less tummy' Lacey perused, 'And those love handles look smaller' Mandy's waist was showing some real definition.
“Thanks Lace. I wouldn't have pushed myself this hard if you weren't here with me.”
Lacey gave a reassuring smile.
“Like I said, that's what friends are for.”
Mandy didn't let it drop.
“No, really. I mean its not like you have to be here with a figure like yours.” She gestured at Lacey's sweatsuit clad body (Yes, sweats... eww!) “You could be out with Todd.”
Lacey averted her eyes, and uncomfortably fiddled with the drawstring on her sweatpants.
“Todd's helping his father do something with their roof.”
“That's not the point. The point is, you're here helping me.”
'If only she knew'
Mandy gave a grateful smile, then held up her fist signaling a Rock, Paper, Scissors challenge.
“Ready?”
Lacey's luck held and she got the first shower... and the hottest water.
“Yow!”
Dancing back out of the stream, Lacey adjusted the temp a little lower. 'That's better' With a sigh, she stood under the massaging beads. Oh how good it felt to her abused muscles. A good ten minutes must have passed before Lacey even budged, but eventually she knew she had to. With another sigh, (This one of resignation) she picked out some of Mandy's wonderful Kiwi shampoo, and began lathering it in. 'Damn this stuff is good' An intoxicating fragrance combined with the pleasurable tingling elevated Lacey's mood. She even began to hum a favorite tune.
By the time Lacey had rinsed out that shampoo, she had moved from humming to singing. Lyrics from Rihanna's “Disturbia” filled the small confines of the stall. Though not as melodic as her superstar inspiration, Lacey had a passable voice, which she was making the best of at the moment.
“Release me from this curse I'm in!”
Lacey ran the tangerine sponge along her arms and back again, then down each breast.
“Trying to maintain, but I'm strugglin'”
She performed a little impromptu dance then lathered up the flat surface of her tummy, swaying as she did so.
“If you can't go-o-o”
Adding some fresh body wash to the sponge Lacey ran it down the front of her right thigh and calf, then back up along the back.
“I think I'm gonna...”
The words stopped suddenly, as if ripped from her body. She'd forgotten about her... problem. Standing there, in the now eerily quiet shower, She began exploring the expanse of her ass. This was the first time Lacey had dared to do it, other than that initial test squeeze. 'Gawd it feels squishy' she thought, horrified, yet amazed. She reached farther, realizing the cushioning spread beyond her ass, down to her thighs. In reality this shouldn't have been news given how tight the legs of her jeans had been getting. Her inner thighs were softer still, and there seemed less room between them than she remembered.
Overcome by a sudden and quite foreign feeling of insecurity, Lacey kept her towel wrap in place until a good thirty seconds after she heard Mandy's shower running. Finally letting the terry cloth drop to the floor, she began to look through Mandy's closet for something to wear. Normally she felt so delightfully naughty parading around in her underwear (Sometimes less) but now all she wanted was something to cover up with. Almost immediately her eyes fell on the fiery red fabric of one of her favorite skirts. It was Todd's favorite as well, and was the one he'd more than casually hinted that she wear on their date last Thursday.
Reflexively Lacey took it out of the closet. It had been the very one she'd worn that night over a month ago when she'd finally given Todd that strip tease. Lacey had only wore it once since then, when she and Mandy went out to Club 18; the local hotspot for minors. Even that was a good four weeks back. 'Can I even fit into it now?' she wondered. Taking it off the hanger, she just had to find out.
All went well at first as she stepped into the skirt and slid it up her shapely calves. When the silky fabric reached the area where her ass met thighs, however, Lacey ran into trouble. Instantly there was a binding that a few tugs failed to budge. Muttering a curse, she undid the last two of the five buttons (She'd only ever had to unbutton three in the past) This allowed her to pull up the skirt, but Lacey still couldn't bring the top button closed. In desperation she hiked it up higher and was finally able to bring the two ends together. The next button wasn't so easy. The third less so, and left the fabric around it puckered terribly. There was no hope for the fourth. Lacey looked down dumbstruck at the wide V the material formed as it parted way from the straining third button. Even worse was the soft flesh poking through the gap. What a change from how it had previously flattered her trim physique.
Looking away from the trouble spot, Lacey instead was faced with her reflection. 'I look ridiculous' Her wide hips threatening to burst free of the restrictive skirt looked so out of proportion with the rest of her lithe form. Hiked up as it was, the effect reminded her of all those moms out there trying to camouflage their middle age spread. It had been a joke among the girls during the annual fourth of July picnic.
It wasn't a joke now.
Unable to bear it anymore, Lacey undid the buttons. The relief she felt from the constriction did nothing to help her mood, only souring it further. She almost considered tossing the damned thing in the trash. But then again, why throw the skirt away? What better symbol to keep around not only for motivation, but to parade her newly restored figure in? When she accomplished it, anyway. Smiling, more from grim determination, (And the confidence of a plan well laid) than any mirth, Lacey carefully clipped the skirt on the hanger and placed it back in Mandy's closet. For added measure she put it dead center where it was sure to always catch the eye.
That still left her with the need for some adequate covering. Out of habit Lacey's eyes fell on outfit after outfit she'd left here. It was surprising how many there were. At least a full quarter of the closet's contents didn't belong to its owner. She kept an internal dialogue as she assessed and dismissed each one; 'Too tight, too revealing, too tight, too tacky...' Her fingers hesitated on a loden avocado wool skirt. 'Maybe...' It wasn't the most flattering thing in the world, but Lacey remembered how roomy it had been. 'Perhaps with this sweater?' She held it up to the skirt. They matched but the combination was anything but flirty. 'Blah city' Lacey thought, moving to put it back. It wasn't even hers, Mandy would often wear it on chilly days around the house. Lacey would rather endure the cold if it meant she could show off her...
Bam!
'Shit she's done with her shower'
Mandy never did take long.
Cursing, Lacey slipped on the skirt. OK, so it wasn't as roomy as she remembered. It'd have to do. She then hurriedly threw on the sweater and fixed it over her hips. Thankfully the cut was as long as she'd hoped it would be. The loose fabric hung down low, easily camouflaging her hips. A quick check in the mirror showed nothing amiss... that is if you weren't looking too closely. There was a bit of extra flare, both from the front and profile view. Lacey tried not to dwell on it much. It was just a temporary measure until the weight came off. 'Besides their eyes will probably be here' She threw back her shoulders, trying to emphasize her bust a bit more. It worked.
“A little conservative today aren't we?” Came Mandy's voice from behind.
Lacey could just feel the smirk on her friend's face without even looking.
“Yeah, haven't you heard? The church look is all the rage.”
Lacey put a hand to her cheek and adopted her best Vogue pose.
Mandy played along.
“Oh good! We can stop by my grandma's place and pick up some of her dresses. She has a pair of support hose that would go great with that skirt.”
Lacey stuck out her tongue and the two of them broke down in a fit of laughter. Then they began the serious task of picking out an outfit for Mandy. The girl was eager to use her weight loss to her best advantage.
“What do you think of these Lace?”
Lacey pondered, looking at her friend critically.
“I don't know, that last pair of slacks made you look the thinnest.”
“Yeah, but they're sky blue! I don't have anything to match them.”
Lacey remembered a certain top she'd spotted in the back. She'd left it here sometime last summer. It was a small, but it did have an empire waist. 'Should I even suggest it?'
“Here, try this.” Lacey offered, producing the breezy top.
Mandy looked doubtful. “I don't know, its kinda cold out...”
What she really meant was “Its probably too small for me.” Mandy knew it was Lacey's and hardly anything of her friend's was flattering on her. Did she really want to risk having her confidence take a hit just when she was starting to make some real progress?
“C'mon, give it a shot.” Lacey coaxed.
To be honest she didn't really think it would fit either.
“ok.”
Mandy took the proffered top, then turned away from Lacey as she stripped off her T-shirt. Even for as close of friends as they were it was hard for her to let Lacey see the pudge still gathered at her middle. As it was, the other girl got a good look at her love handles. 'Wow, she has lost some weight' Lacey marveled, feeling her eyes dip down to Mandy's ass. It was obvious the diet and exercise were working their magic there too. She looked even slimmer in the sky blue slacks.
Lacey almost regretted suggesting them.
“Looks pretty good don't ya think?” Mandy prodded once they were all done with her make-up.
“You look positively delicious.” Lacey admitted honestly.
In contrast, her own make-up looked much more plain in keeping with her attire. It was hard to accept Mandy seemingly outshine her so. Lacey had little choice but to accept it, however. No way was she going to strip now and change in front of her. 'Not like this' Her eyes darted to the open closet, her red skirt highlighted within. 'In a couple weeks I'll be back for you' Lacey pictured herself parading in front of Todd and Mandy, the skirt once more fitting her sculpted form. For the first time that day, a genuine smile adorned her face.
Mandy enjoyed the compliment.
“Alright.” She nodded, smiling. “I think I'm going to put on some different earrings though. Put on some shoes, I want to get to the mall quick before it gets too crowded. You know how it is after lunch.”
Lacey did know, and wanted to beat the rush. She went to Mandy's shoe rack, having just the pair in mind. 'There they are on the bottom'
Mandy picked out the earrings she'd wanted, but saw what might be a better choice. Picking up both pairs, she turned to ask which one she should wear... just in time to see Lacey bend at the waist to grab the shoes. 'Whoah girl!' Mandy thought, surprised at how tightly the wool clung to her friend's ass. The image was quite unflattering, making Lacey's trim derrière seem awfully wide. The effect lessened considerably once the girl stood upright again. Mandy didn't get long to look, however as Lacey self consciously pulled the sweater back down covering her ass. The image was quickly forgotten.
“So, which pair should I choose?”
****
They did manage to beat the rush and had but a couple others to contend with at H&M. Mandy found several things to try on in short order, but Lacey had not. Well, that's not entirely true. She had found several trendy items, especially a hot little dress guaranteed to give Todd an aching erection. She just didn't dare try them on. It was too embarrassing.
This feeling was amplified when Jennifer Backstrom and Kerri Miller arrived. No way was she gonna risk showing off her wider butt to either of those harpies. Jennifer especially was willing to point out any flaws. More than once over the years Lacey had witnessed her acid comments directed at Mandy. Today she seemed almost civil, even complimentary on occasion. Still Lacey refused to let down her guard. Throughout the foursome's foray through LHM, she continually found herself tugging at the baggy sweater hoping to escape Jennifer's attention. She'd also wished she'd stood up for her friend more in the past. For some reason it was weighing on her mind more than ever.
By lunch time Mandy had the most with three full bags of clothes. Jennifer and Kerri weren't far behind, after raiding Hollister. Lacey lagged behind, carrying but a single bag with a new hat and a couple bracelets.
“So, what's up with you?” Jennifer challenged as they stood in line at Asian Noodle House. “Usually we have to cool your credit card down in ice.”
Before the nervous Lacey could answer, Kerri joined in.
“Yeah. Your dad get after you for spending too much?”
Lacey took a mental sigh of relief.
“Something like that.”
She was glad when the little fellow at the counter asked for their order.
“That's all you're going to have?” Kerri asked, seeing Mandy and Lacey with nothing but a lemon ice tea and some plain rice each.
Mandy answered first... if a bit to exuberantly.
“Weboth ate beforewecame.”
The other two girls nodded, seemingly in understanding, but not before Jennifer took a long piercing look at Mandy's middle. Lacey used the distraction to duck into her chair.
Sunday December 15
Up in her room Lacey held her Nokia with one hand and twirled a lock of hair with her other.
“Are you sure you don't wanna see a movie?” She prodded hoping to sway Todd's decision.
“Nope. My choice remember?”
She remembered. Its just she didn't want to be cavorting around the roller rink just now. Todd always had a habit of feeling her up... for Balance. 'Yeah right' Normally that was a good thing, a compliment even. Lacey's hand left her hair, drifting lower. Laying as she was, a good portion of her backside spread out beneath her. She felt her finger sink in.
“You can choose the movie.” she tempted.
Todd was adamant.
“Nope, Rollergarden.”
“I'll even watch G.I. Joe with you.”
That time there was actually a pause.
“Tempting, but I'm more concerned with the rising of MY cobra.”
Lacey momentarily forgot her worries.
“It'll take more than a trip to the Rollergarden for that buster!”
Todd smiled, remembering all the hoops he'd had to jump through just to get to second base. Lacey Calder was anything but easy.
“That's OK, I've been known to work for it.”
In the background Lacey could hear Todd's mother call his name.
“Oops! I gotta get some chores done before I pick you up.” He apologized. “See you at seven then?”
“But the movie starts at seven. We'll miss the beginning!”
Todd chuckled.
“Nice try. Rollergarden & pizza.”
Lacey gave in. “Ok. Seven it is.”
“See you then... I'll be wearing my red shirt and my black docks, if you want to wear something to match.”
'You mean if I'll wear my red skirt' Lacey thought glumly.
“Um, yeah sure.”
“Good. Later sweetie!”
“Later.”
Todd hung up the phone hoping his girlfriend got the hint. He'd been dying to see her in that boner popping skirt for weeks now but no dice. 'What's with her anyway' he thought, feeling frustrated. Lately the sexy vixen had been wearing stuff that looked like it came from Vicky's Closet rather than Victoria's Secret.
He just hoped she wasn't falling for someone else.
The mere thought of the possibility made him cringe. As Todd grabbed the garbage to haul outside, his mind tried to find any hint that that might be the case. Several boys came to mind immediately that had a crush on Lacey. (There was never a shortage of them) Question was; had she shown any one any extra attention lately? He came up with nothing. 'Don't be such a fool' he chastised. 'She's still into you'
That still didn't explain why she'd been so cold as of late.
OK, so not cold exactly, but more distant. A frown creased Todd's brow as he headed back into the house. It seemed that every time he tried to hold her close or get her to throw her legs around him as they kissed, 'While I cup that fabulous ass of hers' he added; she'd tense up and distance herself. It was enough to drive him crazy.
And that's not mentioning the sex. Todd knew for a fact Lacey's parents were out of town at the boys' football game Friday. That was supposed to be their time. 'She didn't even return my call'
The worried teenager began to strip in preparation for their date. As he pulled his shirt over his head, his features changed from worry to determination. 'Whatever it takes to keep her I'll do it'
****
It was a much happier Todd that pulled into the Rollergarden. For one thing, Lacey's soft smile and warm kiss at her door eased his fears that something was coming between them. For another, the parking lot was barely half full. Sunday nights were always the best time to come here if you wanted to avoid the crowds. Of course the chilly December wind blowing in from the North probably did its share in discouraging other skaters.
It certainly sped up the couple's race to the building.
Snow crunched underfoot as the laughing couple dashed from the semi-warmth of Todd's Sebring. Muted sounds of Pop music leaking from within mingled with Lacey's squeals and Todd's deeper laugh.
“Ha! Beat cha!” She cried victoriously, yanking open the door.
Instantly the volume of music rose.
“That's cause I let you win.”
He always let her win.
Not that it was that easy, mind you. Lacey Calder was quick and agile. He didn't doubt she could really give him a run for his money if she put her mind to it. 'Of course coming in second has its rewards' Todd could stare at her lithe form effortlessly prancing in front of him all day. Not that he could see any of that now. Lacey's down parka all but swallowed her up.
Inside, Todd scanned the rink and dining area. 'Good, not too many kids'
“I'll get the skates if you want to pick out a good table.” he offered.
Lacey smiled up at him. “OK”
They parted ways, but after a few steps Todd lingered to glance back at his girlfriend. She'd slipped out of the parka revealing a brilliant red hoodie underneath. 'Damn Struck out twice' He'd already noted the distinct lack of her bare legs; meaning no skirt. 'And now a bulky hooded sweatshirt. Can't a guy get a break' He returned to his task of getting the skates.
Lacey picked out a prime spot near the second turn and secured it by throwing her parka onto one of the benches. No sooner was she free of it, however than she gave another insecure tug to the hoodie making sure the thick cotton covered her ass. It was becoming an annoying habit no matter what she wore, but Lacey couldn't help herself. 'It'll all be over in a week or so' she reassured; fidgeting slightly when she caught her hand going back again.
It was just so hard not to obsess about it when her ass felt so huge. Even now as Lacey slid into the booth she could feel how tightly her slacks clung to her. The act of sitting itself seemed off, as if the bench felt softer somehow, more padded.
Trying to take her mind off it, Lacey looked around. Off to her left, a group of teens about her age milled about, laughing and joking. She didn't recognize any of them so assumed they were from one of the neighboring schools. One of the young men sitting down, caught her gaze and smiled. 'He's kinda cute' she mused. Not in Todd's league mind you, but still passable eye candy. Continuing to make eye contact, the boy gave a slight lift to his head... adding a little rise to the eyebrows. 'So the flirting begins' Lacey thought, trying to feel offended. 'Can't a girl look around without being hit on?' The offense, however was just a ruse, one that even she didn't buy. Truth be told Lacey loved the attention. It made her feel special, important... sexy.
Part of that adoration meant she had to make them work for her attention. It was part of the mystique. Lacey feigned boredom and looked away, not bothering to return the boy's advance. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his disappointment. More importantly she saw his continued longing glances. 'Sorry kid, this girl's taken' Other boys sent similar hungry looks Lacey's way. Few were as bold as the seated hunk. Most slipped her stealthy (So they thought) glances. Lacey simply smiled demurely, seemingly paying them no mind. It was vastly reassuring and she felt her self esteem begin to return.
“Your skates M' lady” Todd announced with a flourish.
Lacey took the skates and immediately began putting them on. They were the Velcro kind so she was done before Todd had his first one laced up.
“Hurry up slow poke!” Lacey chided.
Standing effortlessly, she scooted off in a flash leaving Todd to finish by himself. He could hear her laughter on the rink.
It wasn't long before he caught up with Lacey, however; managing to pull in about twenty feet or so behind her as she'd just rounded the corner. A sly grin formed on his face. He so loved this part. It was almost like stalking prey. With a little kick Todd increased his pace, just enough to slowly begin to overtake her. 'Damn she looks hot' he marveled, taking in how the lights danced on Lacey's shining blond locks. And she moved so effortlessly with such grace. He felt almost entranced. Dipping his eyes lower, Todd's eyes skipped on past her waist (You couldn't see much anyway with the bulky hoodie covering everything up) to settle on that amazing ass. Unfortunately the hoodie did its evil work here too, hiding those heavenly curves. That is until Lacey helped scoop up a child that had landed on its own bum. With relish, her boyfriend's hungry eyes took in the full round globes of Lacey's ass as it jiggled slightly with the rhythmic skating motion. 'Wait a minute' Todd frowned. Something wasn't right. 'Her ass never jiggled before' he realized, taking a more serious look. 'And was it always so full...?'
“Hey watch it buddy!”
Todd startled at the sudden warning, and nearly collided with another skater while trying to avoid the first. As it was he missed them both, nearly falling on his butt in the process.
“That was graceful.”
Todd followed Lacey's mirth-filled voice to see her grinning face but inches away from his. She was skating backwards just in front of him. 'Damn that girl can skate' and 'Damn she's hot' were but two of the thoughts crowding his brain... before she took his hand wiping out all thought altogether.
They kissed.
Still in motion, Todd pulled her close, allowing his left hand to drift down and cup her heavenly ass. Unfortunately she'd somehow managed to cover it once more with the hoodie. Thus he was greeted with soft ,somewhat yielding cloth instead. 'That's sure some thick-ass cloth' he mused, before Lacey's dancing tongue became the center of his attention.
Funny, the hoodie didn't look that heavy.
Wednesday December 18
Lacey looked at the painter's jeans in her hands. 'I guess its going to have to be these then' she thought resignedly. But what choice did she have? There were only two other things that fit; her dark gray slacks and that horrid wool skirt. She'd wore the skirt twice last week and already on Monday. Yesterday she'd worn the slacks (The same pair she'd worn on her date) and had wore them last week as well. To do so again would be undeniably tacky.
Longingly Lacey looked down at the pile of discarded clothes that littered her floor. D&G, Vera Wang, Dior... not a one would make it past her hips. At least with any prayer of fastening. Tears threatened to well up as she took in each one; for they all had a memory. Like the time Lacey had shown everyone up in that black mini last fall at the school harvest mixer. Or those Pearl Capris that had Rick Haskell following her around like a little puppy. That is until Todd threatened to rearrange his face. Outfit after outfit fell under her gaze; The hip huggers picked up in Ft. Lauderdale, the dress Jennifer had picked out but couldn't pour herself into, those Abercrombie & Fitch distressed shorties she'd wear playing co-ed touch football (Where Todd would tackle her anyway) Nothing of hers would fit.
Which brought her back to the painter's jeans... Mandy's painter's jeans. How humiliating.
As she slid them on Lacey couldn't help but think the inevitable 'Why is this happening to me' It wasn't like she hadn't been trying. For days now she had been exercising at least once, sometimes twice daily. Add to that the extreme care Lacey had been taking, planning out her meals. The determined teen should have lost weight.
As she buttoned up the painters Lacey could feel the heavy cotton begin to pull against her butt cheeks. Swiveling her hips to get a better look, she gasped at the sight. 'But these are a size 8' Lacey had been expecting the jeans to provide some welcome camouflage. Instead it was obvious just how full her ass had become. You could even see the outline from her overly snug panties (Another point of humiliation) as they struggled to contain the fleshy globes. This if anything showed not only the increase in size, but the loss of firmness. Something had to be done. But what?
In a flash of inspiration, Lacey threw on a plain T-shirt and snuck over to the twins' room. Zack and Taylor had already been picked up by their friends so there was no one around to protest... except Andy that is, and she could shut him up easily enough. 'Just let there be a clean one' she prayed looking through the jumbled closet.
“Ah ha!”
Lacey snatched one of Zack's football jerseys off a hanger (She doubted anything of Taylor's would be worn less than twice since the last wash 'Ewww') and held it up to her chest. The thing easily reached to mid-thigh. 'Yes' Breathing a mental sigh of relief, Lacey headed back to her room. This was about the only occasion she'd appreciated how big her younger brothers had become. Most times she just hoped they didn't remember how badly she'd picked on them back in grade school.
Once more in front of the mirror Lacey slipped out of her T-shirt, and put on the jersey. A few quick adjustments revealed an unexpected bonus. With her much slighter build, the deep V neck of the jersey rested significantly lower, giving a tantalizing view of her breasts. In order to make the most of this, Lacey switched bras to one that created more cleavage. 'Yeah That'll do just fine' she thought, with an evil grin.
****
Kerri and Mandy stood by their lockers discussing possible hairstyles for the New Years Bash while sneaking little peeks over at Trevor Hodgdon and his gang. Both held out some hope that he'd ask them out and desperately tried to catch his eye whenever he looked their way...
A slight disturbance by the North doors caught Kerri's eye.
“Since when did Lacey give a damn about school spirit?”
“She doesn't.” Mandy replied, not bothering to look up from her copy of Seventeen. Kimberly Caldwell had THE most perfect style. 'I could wear mine like tha...OWW'
Kerri elbowed her in the ribs.
“She does now.”
Mandy's jaw dropped.
“No freakin' way.”
There by the doors was the angelic form of their friend being greeted as usual by nearly everyone... everyone that mattered anyway. What wasn't usual was the school football jersey she was wearing; cobalt blue with a yellow #3 under the name CALDER... also in yellow.
“What's she doing wearin' Zack's jersey?” Kerri asked.
“I have no idea.”
Even more surprising was the pony-tail Lacey was sporting, tied back with matching blue and yellow scrunchies. Kerri looked lower.
“Aren't those your painters?”
Mandy took in the familiar baggy khaki, covered with useless loops and straps.
“Yeah, they're mine.” she replied, almost absentmindedly.
'But Lacey hates those jeans... hates anything loose and baggy'
Lately, however, that didn't seem to be the case.
Eventually Lacey made her way through the crowd. With a majority of the male population gawking at her half exposed cleavage, the trip took longer than usual.
All the extra attention helped boost the girl's mood.
“Hey guys! Wasup?” Lacey asked, practically bouncing to a stop.
(Fortunately for her she was too self absorbed to notice the extra bounce behind)
Mandy stifled a giggle.
“N-o-t-h-i-n-g” she replied, drawing out her answer while giving Lacey's uncharacteristic outfit the once-over.
Kerri wasn't as successful containing her own giggle.
“So what's with the getup? You joining the glee club or something?”
“Ha ha.” Lacey replied sarcastically. “Can't a girl show some support for the team?”
“Um, we were like eliminated Friday.” Kerri pointed out, adding “From a game you didn't even bother to attend.”
Lacey never attended any of the games.
“OK, so maybe I felt that showing some team spirit would help cheer up the guys?”
Mandy's face cracked into a wry grin.
“Oh you've cheered 'em up all right.” Her eyes dipped to Lacey's boobs. “But I doubt its from showing them your spirit!”
****
All in all the day went pretty smoothly. Sure Lacey had to put up with some teasing, mostly from the girls, but the positive attention from the boys more than made up for it. It was a little ridiculous really, how attracted they were to her boobs. 'Men are so easy' Time after time Lacey would catch them staring... sometimes while talking with them! By the end of fourth period she actually started to have some fun “inadvertently” tugging the front of the jersey down as she spoke, or performing a little bounce causing a telltale jiggle. Rick Haskell's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets one of the times.
“Lacey! Cut it out!” hissed Mandy after a particularly daring display. 'They can see your bra for Chrissakes'
Lacey smiled wickedly.
“I know, I know.” she apologized. “I should be offended.”
But she wasn't
“You should stop encouraging them.”
“Ok, I'll stop.”
'Except for Todd' she amended silently. Lacey had a special treat planned for him.
****
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Re: Getting Behind by greinskyn (WG, Magic, Revenge, Unfinis
Postby buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:25 pm
That night in Mandy's room...
“Can't... we shut... this bitch off?” Lacey panted.
It was the third CD in a row.
“Just a few more minutes?” Mandy pleaded. “I really want to look good in that dress.”
Lacey nodded. She certainly could identify with that. 'I doubt I could even fit into mine'
A week ago the satin had been unflatteringly tight around her derrierre... despite fitting perfectly everywhere else. Given the deterioration in the fit of the rest of her wardrobe, Lacey didn't even want to try the thing on anymore.
'Damn'
Her spirits sank even further, and not just because of the dress either. For the last forty-five minutes or so, Lacey had been struggling to keep up with the smiling fresh-faced instructor. So focused was she on that, that she'd overlooked another in a growing list of problems. Namely an extra movement down below. Now thinking of it, Lacey felt her face flush. With every step she could feel her butt cheeks jiggle. Worse still, the extra mass seemed to pull ever so slightly off to the sides disrupting the once smooth athletic gait she'd always taken for granted. It was disconcerting. The more she thought about it, the more it became impossible to ignore. Lacey threw herself further out of time in order to give a self conscious tug to the sweatshirt's hem. 'I just hope these can conceal my ass' She'd die if Mandy noticed, or for heaven's sake pointed it out.
Lacey felt her self esteem slip down another notch.
For you see, these weren't even hers...
“Can I borrow some sweats?” She had asked when it came time to work out. “I forgot mine at home.”
The second part was a lie. In truth Lacey's own sweats had been none too loose to begin with. Now with her gain they resembled tights more than sweats and served to highlight her disproportionate gain.
“Sure, no problem” Mandy had replied. “Help yourself.”
The larger size had been reassuring, providing much needed concealment. Yet despite this fact, Lacey was taking no chances. When the workout began she had positioned herself just behind her friend. As warm-ups gave way to more strenuous routines Lacey felt herself drifting further and further back out of sight. Unfortunately this had the added effect of giving Lacey an unparalleled view of her friend's much reduced figure.
'Damn she HAS lost weight' Lacey had realized, somewhat jealously. All doubt whether Mandy had been exaggerating about her nine pound loss evaporated with each thrust and bounce. Her friend was no longer bulging out of her leotards. In fact, the outfit was starting to look rather flattering. Sure there were a few areas less than firm. This was especially noticeable when the sandy-haired girl would lean far to one side or another, causing rolls to form at the waist. A little pudge still puffed up Mandy's belly too... but not much. Certainly the tummy support panel hidden within the dress could keep things in check.
It was Mandy's ass, though, that was the hardest to look at.
No doubt remained in Lacey's mind that her friend now had the sleeker, trimmer derrierre of the two. This fact haunted her with every lunge and squat. 'Is this how I always made her feel' she wondered, not used to feeling inferior. A whole new light began to be shed on Lacey as she looked back to all the times she'd paraded around in nothing but her bikini bottoms. Comments she'd made to Mandy in the past about “Needing to lose a few” or “You're kinda pouring out of that suit” among many others now took on a whole new significance.
Swallowing hard, Lacey put more effort into the routine.
“There, that should be enough!” Mandy announced suddenly.
She accompanied the announcement with an unexpected look back; just in time to catch another appraisal by Lacey over the fit of her leotards. Mandy misread the look of jealousy as one of condemnation.
“Or we could do another set!” she added hastily.
Now it was Mandy's turn to put more effort in.
The time eventually came when neither could continue. Surprisingly it was Lacey that gave up first. By that point she was too exhausted to care if Mandy saw her ass... though she doubted her friend was in any condition to do so. With a leaden finger, the blond girl jabbed the stop button. 'Thank Gawd that's over'
Both girls collapsed, panting; Mandy to the floor, Lacey to the bean bag.
“Let's not do that again.” Mandy offered.
“Amen to that.”
“All I can say is that Trevor better appreciate this.”
Lacey's beaten body perked up in an instant.
“You mean to say he asked you out?”
A heavenly grin fell upon Mandy's exhausted features.
“I mean to say.”
“You go girl.”
A dreamy expression formed on Lacey's face as well, one that complimented Trevor's dreamy body. Moments passed as each girl fantasized about his muscular form. For Lacey, however, her mind inevitably drifted to Todd. While not as sculpted as Trevor, she knew and loved every inch of her boyfriend's body. Thoughts drifted to seven in particular...
Lacey's pleasant musings were cut short by Mandy's outstretched hand and the words;
“You're going down this time Missy.”
Lacey smiled weakly at the challenge and adopted an aggressive stance her exhausted muscles would have had a hard time backing up.
“Bring it on then bee-otch!”
Mandy brought it.
Thirty seconds later the sandy-haired Mandy was headed to the shower whistling a victory tune. It had been a quick two nothing round of RPS. 'Damn' Lacey cursed, watching her go.'Mandy never does paper after scissors' She almost smiled despite her loss, at the cute little dance her friend was performing. Almost smiled. Namely because with Mandy taking first shower Lacey would have to dress in front of her.
“Crap.”
At least a half a dozen lame excuses played across her mind as Lacey dug through the closet looking for something passable to wear. Nothing came to mind, just as nothing decent could be found. 'Please just let me get through this' she begged. 'At least until I can get slimmed back down again'
But when would that be?
Lacey had hoped she'd see some results by now, but if the snug fit of the painters this morning was any indication...
Her eyes fell on Mandy's scale. Perhaps their marathon session succeeded in melting off something? There was only one way to find out. Lacey paused before acting, ears and eyes attune to be sure Mandy was truly in the shower. Assured at least on that point she then crossed stealthily over to the scale. Once there it still took a few moments to build up the courage to step on. 'Now or never' Lacey took a deep breath and stepped on. 'Please let it be a pound at least' she prayed before looking down. The flickering LCD display scrolled higher and lower before settling on 127. The change was indeed a pound, only in the wrong direction. 'No freakin' way'
Stepping off, Lacey tried to convince herself that it was the scale was to blame. But that was a losing battle. As was her attempt to lose weight apparently. Even before her eyes locked on her reflection Lacey knew what she'd find; that her ass was just a tiny bit bigger. She was getting to the point where baggy clothes were unable to fully camouflage the gain. Sure enough, Mandy's baggy sweats seemed to flare out too much at hip level. Turning sideways painted an even worse picture as Lacey's ass seemed to stick out awfully far. Rearranging the bulky cotton did little to nothing, and in Lacey's eyes began to actually draw attention to her problem rather than away from it.
Just then it dawned on the distraught blonde, that she was running out of time.
“Shit!” she hissed, racing back to the closet.
Lacey needed all of the few minutes remaining before Mandy emerged to pick out something that would both fit and likely match what her friend would wear. She just hoped Mandy wouldn't make a big deal out of her wearing more of her stuff.
Tears threatened as she stared down at the notoriously baggy pair of size eight slacks.'Why isn't this working' she asked. 'If I eat right and exercise my ass off I have to lose weight Right'
Exercise her ass off.
Lacey didn't miss the irony of the comment and laughed a hollow laugh.
Mandy appeared seconds later, blissfully unaware of the pained expression on her face.
During her shower Lacey plotted ways to distract her friend long enough to put on the slacks and hopefully the sweater too. Depending on Mandy's state of preparation she could use hair, make-up, or even clothing suggestions if it came to that, to get her friend to leave the room... or at least turn her back. Anything to buy time.
When Lacey re-entered the bedroom wearing only a carefully tucked terry cloth towel, she found all her plans were for naught. There on the bed was an entirely different outfit. She recognized the party dress immediately. A one-piece spaghetti strap number. The slip on dress had been a clubbing favorite; light and breezy, if a bit short, Lacey had wowed boys all summer and fall in it.
Mandy saw her eyeing up the dress, but missed the only partially hidden horror.
“Ta-dah!” She cheered, obviously proud of her selection. “I found you the perfect shoes to go with it too! You're going to love them!”
Lacey gave a fake nod of approval as Mandy held up a stunning pair of heels.
“We can put your hair up in a French braid and...”
Mandy continued, but Lacey wasn't really listening. Instead her head was going through mental calculations on just how full that dress had been cut. If memory served well... not full enough.
“Well, c'mon!” Mandy prodded, anxious to work her magic. “Trevor and Todd are going to be here in less than an hour.”
Lacey's eyes widened at the news.
“The guys are coming tonight?”
Mandy waved off Lacey's concern.
“Oh yeah, Trevor called while you were in the shower. He wanted to change our date to tonight because he had to work Friday, but I told him you were over, and well, I wound up talking to Todd too and its a double date! Can you believe it?”
Lacey truly couldn't.
“I knew you wouldn't be caught dead in a club wearing that crappy outfit so I picked something else out for you. Matches pretty well don't you think?”
Mandy did a bouncy little pirouette.
Lacey had to admit that their dresses would be a perfect match. That is, if she could wear hers.
“Looks good.”
“Good?” Mandy froze, shooting Lacey a look. “I'll have you know I look smokin' in this.”
She certainly did look better in the dress than the last time she'd worn it. The workouts were really paying off. Lacey held up her hands in defeat.
“Ok! Ok! You win. You look hot.”
That seemed to appease Mandy.
“Just make sure Trevor has a bib handy. Don't want him drooling all over it.”
Lacey used Mandy's mirth over the comment to scoot over to the bed. Strategically untucking the towel, she lowered herself to the mattress; bare bum on the comforter. Lacey was prepared to let the terry cloth fall onto her lap at a moment's notice. Now all she needed was another quick distraction.
“I think you should wear a belt with that outfit, though.” she said thoughtfully, while gesturing to a small rack by the closet. “It'll highlight your new waist.”
Mandy considered the suggestion. Certainly when she'd bought the dress, the undefined waist had been a strong selling point. Now, minus nine pounds she just might be able to pull it off.
Lacey saw the interest begin to pique.
“Try that thin black one.”
Mandy liked the idea and eagerly sought out the belt. Lacey, of course, sprung into action the second her friend's back was turned. In one fluid movement she picked up the dress, oriented it correctly and slipped it over her head. It only took a shake or two to get it flowing over her shoulders and breasts. When it reached her waist, Lacey stood up, letting the towel fall to the floor. A quick succession of tugs and the dress was on and positioned properly. Of course that didn't stop Lacey from adding a few more tugs to try and lower the hem as much as possible. Unfortunately here her options were limited, that is unless she wanted her boobs to pop out entirely. The dress was low cut enough as it was. Going braless only made the effect more daring.
Mandy picked up on that in an instant.
“You're going braless?”
It hadn't been Lacey's first choice, but Mandy didn't leave her with many. Then again, it wasn't the first time she'd gone that way. More than once she and Mandy had gone to parties “unsupported”.
Mandy looked in awe and jealousy at the way Lacey's nipples poked into the silky fabric.
“Why you little Hussy!” she chastened.
“You're just jealous because I can go this way and you can't.”
Mandy, who was suddenly tempted to pull the same stunt shot back;
“Who's to say I'm not going braless too?”
“Todd and I have been going out for three months, so I can get away with it. This is your first date with Trevor. You don't want him thinking you're that easy do you?”
She had a good point, not that Mandy could let her totally off the hook.
“No, I guess not.” She went back to fiddling with her belt, deciding to tighten it one more notch. “You're right, only one of us should look like a slut.”
“Hey!”
Mandy flashed her a wicked smile.
Lacey, of course was dying to look down. She only prayed the dress was looser than it felt. Her friend's proximity, however didn't provide any openings. Lacey had to endure shoe selections, necklaces, earrings, and other accouterments, all the while with no opportunity for anything other than a nervous tug or two on the dress' hem. Finally she had to resort to drastic measures.
“Uh, Mandy?” she said apologetically.
Mandy, who was in the middle of deciding between her favorite necklace and her mom's more demure gold one, stopped to look innocently at her friend.
“What?”
Lacey leaned closer, giving a little waving gesture in front of her face.
“Girl, you might uhm, want to use a little rinse.”
Mandy's well rouged face went pale in shock. She instinctively shot a hand up to her mouth and dashed off to the bathroom.
Lacey made the most of her limited time to inspect the fit of her dress. To her relief, it wasn't a total fashion disaster. Her overactive imagination had been running wild the last few minutes. As such she'd half expected her ass to be all but exploding from the light material. That it wasn't didn't mean she was entirely off the hook either.
Like the previous times Lacey had worn the dress, it lightly draped over her body, giving a sensuous aura. Something in the way it would slide over her nubile form with the slightest movement was extremely intoxicating... at least from the reactions she'd gotten that appeared to be the case. This would've been the case tonight except for her hips. Here it hugged her now obviously fuller curves. As such the dress didn't glide over her body as she moved, but was tugged and pulled by the restriction there. A totally different effect.
Desperate, Lacey struggled to gather enough material in her hands to try and loosen the fit. It was incredibly difficult to accomplish what with how slippery the fabric was, not to mention how snugly it clung to her. Lacey eventually did manage, and pulled as hard as she could.
Despite audible creaking from the seams, very little if any improvement was made. Lacey decided to give another try, but just then Mandy returned.
“Thanks girl, you're a lifesaver.”
She put a hand on Lacey's shoulder.
“Hey, we make quite a pair!”
Lacey put on her best game face.
“Better than any man deserves.”
“You got that right!”
Todd and Trevor arrived shortly after in Todd's Sebring. Since it was a first date for Mandy, the girls rode together in the back while the boys chatted up front. If things went well on the date, Mandy would let Trevor ride in the back with her. She hinted as much. Certainly if he had any brain at all Trevor would have picked up on her veiled comments... and would do his best to earn that ride back.
Club18 wasn't totally crowded, which gave some hope for finding a table or booth. Todd went off in search of either while Trevor did the gentlemanly task of collecting all their coats.
'Score one for Trev' thought Mandy as he took hers with a wink.
That left the girls to meet and greet, and perhaps find a way to worm in on a friend's booth should one not be open.
The music was loud, and despite it not being packed as usual, a large number of teens still filled the floor dancing and prowling. One such girl, probably of legal drinking age, bumped hip to hip into Lacey.
“Whoops! Sorry!” She shouted in way of apology.
Lacey waved back a “No harm done” gesture, as she took in the girl's figure. Woman would be a better term, as the busty female looked to be at least college age. No one Lacey knew was that big on top without being too big down below. She immediately felt jealous, and made a mental note to keep Todd as far away from her as possible.
Looking up, Lacey found her competition to be sizing her up as well. The newcomer seemed to spend added attention on Lacey's hips before delivering Lacey a wicked smile. For emphasis she swiveled her hips Lacey's way in an exaggerated motion.
Point taken.
Lacey turned away quickly and headed off after Mandy. She could just see her friend off to the right, talking with someone. Eager to put distance between herself and miss boobs, Lacey's progress was a bit less lady-like than usual.
“There you are!” She shouted, coming upon Mandy.
“Look who's here!” Mandy shouted back, tilting her head towards the person in question.
Lacey turned to face none other than Jennifer Backstrom. 'Gee Can the night get any better'
Jennifer did a none too quick once-over of Lacey as well, before introducing her date. “Jessie” was on break from the university and was visiting from out of town. Lacey nodded at his linebacker-like form then rolled her eyes at Mandy.
The two made a fake “Catch you later” and headed off in search of the boys.
Hopefully they found a booth.
Lacey in her eagerness to leave totally forgot to minimize exposure of her assets to Jennifer's piercing gaze. It was something the evil vixen took advantage of. And judging from the grin on her face, she wasn't nearly done with taking advantage of what she'd just discovered.
They found Trevor and Todd, but unfortunately the guys could only secure a table. Lacey had never given it any thought before, but tonight felt awfully exposed as she was with her back facing the crowds. The slimline chairs seemed designed to put her ass on display.
Despite this Lacey found herself getting lost in the conversation quickly enough and began to relax a little.
“I'm thirsty!” She ventured, after a few minutes of the usual date talk. “Let's get something to drink.”
“Todd already ordered.” Said Trevor, using the distraction to sidle a smidge closer to his date.
Mandy noticed, but pretended not to. So far he was passing with flying colors. 'He better keep his hands to himself though' she thought, warily. 'For now...'
The drinks did arrive in short order. Eagerly Lacey took a healthy sip of hers. All that talking over the noise was hell on her throat. 'Yuck What the hell' she thought disgustedly as the distinct flavor of Diet Coke flooded her tastebuds. Lacey hated Diet Coke. 'Why did Todd order me Diet Pop?' she thought.
Then it hit her.
'Is he trying to tell me something'
Lacey looked over to her boyfriend. Todd was busy laughing at some corny football related story Trevor was telling. 'Does he think I'm fat' The thought was enormously deflating to Lacey's ego.
Trevor nearly snorted soda through his nose at some of Trevor's anecdotes. The boy's timing for wisecracks was impeccable. Mandy too seemed to be enjoying his company even though the topic was mostly sports related. He looked to Lacey.
What he saw sobered him up. His girlfriend was obviously bothered by something. 'Guess I've been kind of neglecting her' he realized. Wanting to redeem himself, Todd quickly stood then rounded the table towards her. She looked up at him just as he kneeled down.
“C'mon lets dance.” He suggested, nodding towards the dance floor.
Lacey hesitated, but after some coaxing and a nuzzle to her cheek she acquiesced.
Though it was a faster beat, Todd managed to keep her close. It was an impromptu dance, but looked and felt right. Still, Lacey seemed distant, and more importantly, distressed.
“Hey, cheer up.” He said, lifting her chin with his finger. “You like this song.”
Lacey did, but didn't seem to be at this moment.
Todd had to implement serious measures, pulling away and doing his best Michael Jackson moves... which in truth were truly awful.
That brought about a smile.
Lacey dove into his arms once more, if anything just to get him to stop.
“That's better!” He shouted over the blaring music.
Lacey responded with that impossibly cute nose-crinkling smile of hers. Todd could literally feel her melt in response.
Another two fast beats followed which Lacey kept up with despite her complaining muscles. That workout earlier was just too much. Thus when a slow song came up it was with relief that she sagged back into Todd's strong embrace.
Todd was relieved as well. Sure he had enjoyed the way Lacey's unrestrained breasts jostled about during the other tunes, but to have those same assets pressing into his lower chest was just compensation indeed. Smiling, he drew her in closer.
A minute or two later and he became even more daring, allowing his hands to dip down to cup that fabulous ass of hers. What followed wasn't his usual devilish smile, but one of confusion as Todd felt his hands sink into the soft flesh found there. 'What the...' he thought, almost pulling his hands away in shock. He'd been expecting that same warm, firm ass Lacey had hypnotized him with from the first day he'd met her. Something was wrong.
Despite himself, Todd felt his fingers begin to knead Lacey's butt cheeks, amazed by their yielding softness. Gone was any trace of the usual athletic tone.
Just then he felt Lacey stiffen up, and pull away.
She'd been entranced by his strength and the gently swaying motion, thus hadn't realized what was happening right away. Todd's hands usually found their way there anyway so that wasn't what alerted Lacey to her dilemma. Only when she felt his strong fingers sink into her flesh did she realize. In fact her heart felt like it skipped a beat when Todd actually gathered some between his fingers as one would grab a roll of flab at their waist (Not that she'd ever had that problem)
'Oh my G-d' she thought, her mind barely able to comprehend her horror.
Unable to fully meet Todd's gaze, she gave a half apology and ran off towards the bathroom. Todd was left with a shocked expression and a remarkable view of her fuller butt cheeks quivering with each harried step. 'Damn even her thighs looked thick' he thought noting how the usual space between them had almost disappeared.
He waited diligently for ten long minutes outside the women's restroom for Lacey to reappear. When she did not, concern prompted him to seek out Mandy.
“What did you do?” She'd demanded, as concern turned to anger and back again.
Todd kind of flexed his hands in front of him, but couldn't begin to tell her what happened.
“Just check on her please?”
Mandy glared at him once more then went off in search of her friend.
Lacey didn't answer her first shout, but a familiar pair of black heels indicated she was hiding in the back stall; the handicapped one. It took some coaxing, but eventually her friend let her in.
“What's wrong?” Mandy asked.
Lacey looked up at her with tear filled eyes then let it all go, the weight she'd gained, the deteriorating fit of her clothes, Todd's discovery...
Mandy saw what she was talking about. Sitting on the seat as Lacey was, seemed only to accentuate the gain. It seemed totally unreal.
Finally Lacey was cried out.
“What am I going to do?”
Mandy took her hand and guided Lacey out of the stall.
“We'll get you through this, but first, let's get you fixed up.”
Lacey saw her reflection in the mirror. Her make-up was a wreck.
It was another good fifteen minutes before the girls emerged. Only after Mandy's best efforts to downplay how her ass looked in the dress, not to mention agreeing to get the guys to call it a night early, would the berieved girl agree to be lead out of the restroom. Mandy follwed Lacey through the crowd, often putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder whenever she would hesitate too long.
Following behind, however had its temptations, and Mandy found her eyes dipping down whenever she thought she could get away with it. 'Damn her ass really is bigger How could I have missed it before' Mandy allowed her gaze to rest there an uncomfortably long time entranced at how Lacey's rear would jiggle slightly as it swayed. The heels only seemed to accentuate both motions.
For some reason Mandy felt more excited at the prospect, than sorrow for her best friend.
Lacey, in the meantime seemed to know exactly what Mandy was up to, but felt too drained to react. With every step her mood and confidence plummeted further.
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Getting Behind by greinskyn (WG, Magic, Revenge, Unfinished)
Postby buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:24 pm
The costume party was well underway by the time Mandy and Lacey arrived. Late as usual. They stood in the doorway taking it all in. Devils and witches abounded along with a wide assortment of non Halloween themes. All seemed to be moving to the pounding beat from Marv's overpriced stereo, whether they were dancing or not. Yep, it was Marvelous Marv's Halloween Blowout. One of the top three parties of the year.
“Where's Marv?” Shouted Mandy.
Lacey's angelic features looked dismayed.
“You're not really looking for him are you?”
“Dressed like this? Are you nuts? His hands would be all over me. I want to be where he's not!”
Lacey nodded, understanding all too well. Marv's hands were notorious for winding up where they shouldn't be. A habit that increased in its daring the more drunk he or his targets became.
“There he is over there!” Lacey shouted.
Mandy followed her friend's crimson tipped finger to find none other than the treacherous lech cornering what looked to be some unsuspecting sophomore or junior. 'Well, at least he's occupied' Feeling somewhat safer she headed in the opposite direction. Lacey apparently had come to a similar conclusion moments before as she was already several paces ahead. Mandy followed the sexy She-Devil towards one of the tapped kegs. As she did so, her eyes dipped down taking in the sleek swinging tail and form fitting red bikini style bottoms. Half the girl's ass cheeks were hanging out, “covered” only by fishnet stockings. 'I wish I could wear something like that' Mandy thought jealously. Apparently she wasn't the only one marking Lacey's progress as several wolf whistles and leering teens attested. Mandy had to actually push some of the more open gawkers out of her way.
Not that Mandy herself wasn't good looking. She was actually considered one of the prettier girls in Layton Hills high. She just tended to dress more conservatively... especially in the presence of Lacey's Goddess-like form.
As the party progressed the two girls would occasionally cross paths. Each time they would catch each other up on the latest buzz. Also each time they were both noticeably more inebriated than the last.
“OK, no more Long Islands for me!”
Lacey swayed visibly as she said this; already looking longingly at the array of bottles littering the Kieffer family's bar.
“Me too.” Agreed Mandy, finishing her Green something or other with a flourish.
“Hey who's that?”
Mandy tried to follow her friend's wavering finger... herself wavering in the process.
“Jessica Tompkins?”
“No! Not her! The girl behind her!”
Mandy looked beyond her former target and immediately saw who her friend was pointing at. There was a rather pretty girl with a flowery wreath about her head dancing in the corner.
“I dunno. Never saw her before.”
“What the hell is she dressed as?”
Mandy shrugged, taking in the flowers and what looked to be flowing white robes.
“A 60's flower child?”
Lacey didn't look convinced.
“But why all the padding?”
“What padding?”
Lacey grabbed her arm violently.
“Here look!”
From this new angle Mandy could now see the slender gal had a ridiculously large amount of padding under her robes... all centered around her ass. Nothing came to her that could explain why someone would do something to destroy an otherwise attractive costume... especially when the wearer was so beautiful.
Before Mandy could comment, her friend staggered off in the girl's direction, apparently to ask what was up. 'This isn't going to be good' the sandy haired girl thought, following her lead. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach and it wasn't from the overly sweet alcoholic drinks she'd been downing either.
Lacey planted herself almost directly in front of the mystery girl. To her dismay she wasn't immediately greeted or complimented on which was the norm. Being Layton Hills High School's hottest piece of ass, Lacey had come to expect accolades to be showered on her. The fact that she was being ignored... not to mention this girl was even more stunning up close didn't set well with the She-Devil. 'How dare she ignore me' thought Lacey indignantly. Changing tactics she reached out with her red plastic devil's fork and tapped mystery girl on the shoulder. At least that's what she intended to do. In her inebriated state the action was more of a jab.
Startled, the fair skinned girl shot a look at Lacey that was chillingly dark. At least that was what it looked like to Lacey. It was hard to tell for the expression lasted the briefest of moments. Shocked at what she'd done. Lacey took a step back, then another couple half steps to steady herself.
If it was the girl's attention she wanted, Lacey definitely had it. Rubbing her sore shoulder with one hand, she gestured at the fork with her other.
“I thought that was just for looks, I didn't know it was real!”
Glad there wasn't a scene, Lacey breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sorry about that. My aim was a little off.”
Mystery girl even managed a smile.
“That's OK, my name is Tamara Wilder by the way.”
Lacey took her outstretched hand.
“Lacy, Lacy Calder. Are you new here?”
“Naw, I'm just visiting.”
That was welcome news to Lacey, this beauty could cause some serious competition.
“Friends or family?”
Tamara shook her head, smiling.
“Neither.”
Lacey waited for Tamara to continue, but she left the cryptic comment lie. Not that Lacey really cared, she was just trying to make small talk to broach the strange padding of the girl's costume. Losing patience, no doubt from the copious amounts of alcohol, Lacey just blurted out what was on her mind.
“So what's up with your costume?”
Tamara looked uncomfortable.
“What do you mean?”
Lacey once more jabbed the plastic Devil's fork forward, gesturing at the unmistakable flare of the girl's robes.
“Why are you wearing all that padding? It looks ridiculous!”
Tamara's face fell far beyond uncomfortable to utter misery.
“Its not padding.”
The comment was so low, it was lost amid the pounding rhythm.
“What?” Lacey demanded.
“Its not padding!” Tamara shouted.
Unfortunately her response timed perfectly with a pause between songs.
Mandy had been watching everything play out. Fortunately or unfortunately, her mind was a little clearer at the moment.
“Lacey, I think its...”
She never got to finish.
The angered She-Devil jabbed Tamara's padded hips... and found the area to be firmer than she expected. Tamara, trying to get away from the attack, turned and retreated into the crowd behind her. As she did so, the flowing fabric of her robes became entangled in the barbs of the Devil's fork. This instigated a short tug-of-war. One in which Lacey won. With a mighty heave the She-Devil yanked back on the fork. It came back... with Tamara's robes with it. Unbalanced, Lacey fell back in a heap.
The pounding beat of Hatebreed covered up the multitude of gasps from surrounding teens. As such Lacey wasn't immediately aware of what she'd done. Even in her drunken state, however, what played out before her couldn't be ignored for long.
Tamara stood there clothed in nothing but a bra and panties. No robe, no padding.
One slender arm attempted to cover her milky white breasts, themselves half covered in a delicate lacy bra. Her other arm darted lower trying to maintain some vestige of modesty. It was woefully outclassed for the task. Here was where every teen in range, including Lacey by this point, had their attention focused. For this was no ordinary set of hips. A veritable mountain of flesh exploded from beneath Tamara's waist, not the gentle flare one would expect. Her hips must have been a good three feet wide. Those on the side were treated to an exceptional view of her ass, which was no less extraordinary. It jutted out shelf like, straining against the sturdy white cotton.
No one moved to help or cover her.
Lacey sat there wide-eyed in the jumble of white cloth; her eyes trying to focus on the bulging flesh. Her thoughts were just as jumbled. Horrified, shocked... replused; she didn't know whether to apologize or join in on the waves of laughter that were just beginning to erupt.
Then Tamara spoke.
“Its called Steatopygea. In other words my ass is much fatter than it should be. I used to be just like you then whammo my hips got bigger and bigger until there was no way I could hide it...”
Lacey listened to the oddly calm speech the strange girl was giving. Despite the blaring music, she could here every word as if it was only in her head. 'She is speaking right?' Lacey shook her spinning head to clear it. 'I must be drunker than I thought'
That must've been the case for it appeared for all the world Tamara's lips were pursed tightly shut.
“... Every day I feel more and more a freak, something people like you feel compelled to ram down my throat. Just once I wish a hot chick like you would get a taste of what it feels like to live a life like mine.”
Lacey's head spun even wilder. Soon a buzz began to fill her mind, accompanied my an increasing darkness that spread from the corners of her vision.
Then all went black.
After about the third attempt Lacey managed to open her eyes. The bright light flooding in, however, made her doubt it had been such a good idea.
“Uggh! I'm never drinking again.”
“That sounds familiar.” Came a half-moan from her right.
From the sound of it Mandy felt just as grand.
Lacey swung her feet over the side of the bed and staggered to her feet. Shuffling to the bathroom took forever. At least it was a private one. How Lacey hated her own at home, shared with three brothers. Here she could take advantage and not bother to lock the door.
Ignoring the mirror (Who wants that news right away), Lacey went straight to the loo. After a quick fumble to dislodge her bright red sheer panties, 'What a waste. Todd didn't even get to see them' Lacey plopped down less than gracefully onto the cold seat. It took a while, but eventually she realized she had no recollection of disrobing or of putting on the oversized sleep shirt she now wore. No doubt it was Mandy who performed the service. 'Great another waste! All that time practicing my strip tease for Todd all for nothing' It was downright naughty too. Oh well, there was always his birthday...
“You about done in there?”
“Yeah, hold on.”
Lacey finished her business then opened the door, once more grimacing at the bright light. 'Doesn't that girl have curtains?'
Mandy forced her way past, bumping Lacey in the process. Pushing back off the doorframe the leggy blond managed her best pseudo-sunny disposition.
“Morning Miss Sunshine!”
“Whatever.” was the reply.
Slam!
That brought about a real smile to Lacey's face.
Her mood further improved by winning “Rock Paper Scissors” two out of three for first shower. This had the added benefit of giving Lacey first choice of Mandy's clothes while the other girl showered; an opportunity she was determined not to waste.
“Let's see...” She pondered, standing in front of the open closet.
Being a size six to Mandy's healthy size eight gave Lacey free reign over the entire wardrobe. Whenever the situation had been reversed, Mandy at Lacey's house had a much smaller selection. 'Unless she chose some of my mom's stuff' the teen thought evilly.
Like that would happen.
“Ooh! That's new.”
A sexy pair of lowriders was plucked from within. Followed closely by a gorgeous white sateen top with a rosette neckline. Lacey had to admire her friend's taste.
They looked even better on.
'Damn girl you look hot'
She was currently modeling the combination in front of Mandy's full length mirror. It took the addition of a white patent leather belt and matching white flats to complete the ensemble... but the results were worth it. Spinning around, Lacey got a peek of her sheer red panties peeking above the lowriders in back. 'That oughtta get some attention' At first she hadn't liked the way Mandy's jeans had hung on her so loosely, but now she got a glimpse of the positives...
“Hey, I haven't even wore those yet!”
Mandy had just emerged from her own shower; towel wrapped around her head and hands on hips. She didn't look pleased. Truth be told, however, her irritation was more on how much better her friend looked in them than she did. 'Those jeans aren't even tight on her' Self consciously Mandy's hand drifted from her hip to the slight bulge of her tummy. (Thankfully hidden by her fuzzy robe) Too clearly she recalled how the damn denim barely fastened around her own waist... and left nasty red marks when she finally peeled herself out of them. 'Some people have all the luck'
“Well don't get anything on them.” She said before snatching out a much less flattering pair of carpenter jeans, and her Fergie T-shirt.
“I won't” Lacey replied.
'As long as you don't count Todd's hands'
The thought triggered another.
“Hey. You think the guys will still meet up with us at the mall?”
Mandy, who was trying to get her T-shirt to hang straight down from her boobs, answered over her shoulder.
“Sure. Why wouldn't they?”
“Well, they were pretty sloshed.” Lacey ventured.
“And you weren't? Trust me, they'll be there.”
Mandy gave one more tug then called it good.
****
Todd drew the kiss out longer this time. He also used the opportunity to undo three more buttons on Lacey's blouse. (Lacey had already unfastened the first two before he arrived)
“Are you sure your parents won't come back?”
Lacey smiled and batted her eyes playfully.
“Relax, do you think I'd risk being caught down here if there was?”
Todd didn't exactly look reassured.
“Well, I think I'd be in a lot more trouble than you. Your dad and brothers might take turns grinding me into a pulp.”
Lacey rolled her eyes in a dramatic gesture and sighed.
“My folks took Randy to see Zack and Taylor's football game in Raleigh. They won't be back for hours.”
That was good enough for Todd. He moved in again and the final two buttons fell beneath his fingers. Lacey provided no opposition... she rarely did. Bolder now, his hands encircled her narrow waist as he drew her nearer. The firm flesh he found there felt warm, almost hot to the touch. Lacey arched her back in response, thrusting her chest into his. Nimbly she shrugged out of her blouse leaving her upper body bare but for a bra. This proved no problem for her boyfriend. He already had his fingers searching for the clasp. In an instant the hooks pulled free.
Only the contact of their two bodies pressing together kept the garment on. Eager as he was to see her marvelous breasts, Todd found himself too busy with Lacey's passionate kiss to proceed further. 'She is an amazing kisser' Teasing and exploring, their tongues danced in an intricate and instinctive fashion. After three months they knew what the other liked.
Which brought Todd's mind back to his girlfriend's breasts.
Lacey sensed him pull back slightly, but wasn't ready to end the kiss just yet. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. Thus the kiss continued. That is until her groin grinding into his lit an even hotter fire down below.
Breaking free Todd allowed himself a look at her wonderfully formed breasts, which rode high on her chest even without support, before starting in on the buttons of her skirt. 'What is with all the buttons? Is she trying to drive me crazy?' If that was her goal it was working. Truth be told, he wouldn't change a thing. The mere sight of Lacey in that skirt always took his breath away.
A tinkling sound from Lacey undoing his belt spurred him into action.
Deftly Todd undid each of the jet black buttons, eager to unveil the prize within. As the last popped free, Lacey lifted her ass off the sofa cushions so he could slide the skirt free. He did so with an expertise that showed this was far from their first time.
Once the skirt was out of the way Todd rose and stepped out of his Levis, which she had conveniently undone for him. From the obvious tent in his boxers, Todd jr. was growing impatient. Those too were removed.
The only thing left was a condom.
Reaching down for the discarded Levis, Todd went to retrieve the little foil packet.
“Here let me”
Lacey produced a different condom... from where he had no idea. Like a cat she uncoiled from the sofa, then knelt before him. Tearing the packet open with her teeth she let a painted nail trail down the eager surface of his shaft causing Todd to inhale sharply. The sensation teetered on the edge between erotic and pain, with erotic taking the prize. Expertly Lacey unrolled the condom in a manner that only seemed to make Todd harder.
Again in a catlike manner, Lacey stood, then with a playfull wink turned away from him. A few sashaying steps later she wiggled her hips and spoke.
“Like what you see?”
Unable to answer, Todd let his eyes dip down to the fire red panties she wore. Little red She-Devils outlined in black, dotted their fiery surface.
“I was hoping to give you this little show last week.”
Briefly Todd's mind drifted back to the Halloween party... and the sight of his girlfriend passed out in a jumble of white cloth. I say briefly for whose mind could be elsewhere with this blonde goddess half naked in front of them?
Lacey gyrated her hips as she performed a little dance just for him. His eyes did double duty darting from the gentle flare of her hips to the swaying of her unhindered breasts... that is until he couldn't take it any more.
In two steps Todd closed the distance. Taking her in his arms the two locked into yet another deep kiss before he swooped her into the air and carried her back to the sofa. No more time for subtlety remained. Off came the red panties, which went flying.
Again and again he plunged into her as they momentarily became one. The sounds of deep breaths accompanied by Lacey's gentle moans filled the room. Both increased in speed and volume until finally building into a crescendo that was far too brief.
Afterward, Todd cradled Lacey in his strong arms. The small sofa didn't provide much room, but that only made the moment even more intimate. 'Damn I'm lucky' he thought, trailing his fingers down the firm taut flesh of her ass. Cupping her right cheek he gave a little tweak.
“Ready to go again?”
****
“Oh Gawd! Look how fat I'm getting!”
Lacey didn't even bother to look up from the back issue of Seventeen she was reading. She'd been expecting such an outburst the moment Mandy had picked out that outfit. 'It was tight enough on her last summer' Lacey knew her friend had put on four pounds since then... and that was before the girl spent Thanksgiving at her grandma's.
“Love handles! I'm getting love handles!”
Lacey couldn't help herself. Peering over the top of the magazine she beheld her friend, who was busy fussing about in front of her bedroom mirror. 'She really is getting love handles' The poor girl was nearly busting out of the skintight shorts she wore. A definite muffin top formed practically all the way around Mandy's waist. Lacey's trim tummy, in contrast still showed definition even seated as she was. Something which a conspiratorial glance down confirmed. She doubted Mandy could even sit in those shorts, and if she did, the effect would be anything but flattering.
“Aren't you listening to me?!”
'Ok, time to be the supportive friend'
Putting down the magazine, Lacey walked over to the distraught Mandy.
“Its not so bad, really.”
Mandy sniffled as she looked to her friend for comfort.
“You think so?”
Lacey looked at the pouf of flesh bulging out over the waistband of the jean shorts and tried not to wince. The cropped top she wore didn't help matters any, only drawing more attention to the problem.
“Oh, definitely.”
She gave Mandy a little hug.
“We'll just find you something more conservative to wear until you lose a few.”
Mandy managed another sniffle.
“Yeah sure.” she replied, with less than a confident tone.
“C'mon! It won't be that bad. I've got some amazing workout DVDs you can borrow. We'll have you into that slinky dress you've been eying by New Years!”
Mandy's eyes grew misty as she imagined herself in the daring outfit. It would take a lot of effort, but it would be worth it to see the look on Jennifer Backstrom's face. 'I still owe her for that comment on the beach last summer'
Lacey took her friend's silence for apprehension.
“Tell you what, why don't we go get you that dress for motivation, and we'll stop by my house for the workout videos on the way back. I've got some wrist weights too, that'll really help tone up those arms.”
Mandy's eyes locked on her reflection, her eyes widening at the realization her arms did look a little fuller. 'If anyone knows how to lose weight its Lacey'
“Let's do it.”
****
Ding Dong!
Lacey drew her coat closer as another gust of wind from the North came barreling between the buildings. The trendy little short jacket she wore did next to nothing to stop it.
“C'mon c'mon” She muttered, trying to keep her teeth from chattering.
'Fuck I hate December'
Just as she was about to jab the doorbell again the front door opened.
“Lacey! Come on in before you freeze to death!”
“Thanks Mrs. Teague.”
Lacey quickly stepped inside and stomped her feet a few times. The gesture was more to warm her feet than to remove the small amount of snow clinging to her shoes. After all, the high priced pumps were designed more for looks than protection.
“Mandy is upstairs. Help yourself to some snacks if you like.”
Lacey hung her coat on one of the many hooks in the entry way.
“I'm not very hungry, thanks anyway.”
Her eyes trailed along the array of junk food laid out on the Teague's dining room table; no doubt fodder for the men in the other room huddled around the bigscreen TV. Lacey rolled her eyes. 'Men and football'
Mandy's mother smiled and shrugged.
“Suit yourself, but don't expect there to be much left after half time.”
That was a good point.
Snatching up a plate Lacey helped herself to some baked chips and some lowfat (Hopefully) cheese. She had an inkling those were only there for Mrs. Teague as the rest of the choices were all loaded with sugar or grease. 'No wonder Mandy has such a time watching her weight' Lacey snatched up a Diet Pepsi and trotted upstairs.
About halfway down the hall, a familiar pounding beat began to override the hooting and cheering down below. Lacey recognized it as one of the lower level selections she'd given her friend to use. Reaching Mandy's door, Lacey tucked the soda under her arm in order to turn the knob... and was instantly rewarded with a music volume rivaling that of Hot Topix.
Mandy was in her workout gear dancing to the heavy beat. Sweat and concentration both dotted her brow as she struggled to keep up with the rigorous routine. In contrast, the slim instructor on the screen smiled cheerily, and was as perspiration free as if she'd been reclining in the shade. 'Man that smug looking bitch always pissed my mother off' Perhaps it was spite over that fact that motivated the older Calder to keep to the routine. The same seemed to be true with her new victim.
Mandy still hadn't detected her presence. Lacey thought of announcing herself, but it was too precious a moment to waste. For fun she set down her plate and recorded some of the impromptu workout session on her phone. Then she sat down herself and began to munch on the chips. The soda she was saving for the right moment. Lacey was familiar with this video. 'It won't be long now'
Mandy's efforts made quite a sight, especially clad as she was in her old leotards. 'I doubt she'd be wearing that out in public' Lacey thought wryly. The high dollar garment was form fitting, and would have been flattering about a dozen pounds ago. As it was, every curve and bulge stood out. Not only that, every unwanted jiggle was on display testifying to the lack of discipline of their owner. A shudder ran through Lacey's body at the thought of a similar fate befalling her own trim physique. 'No way Never happen'
Eventually the music ended. Mandy, along with the instructor performed the necessary cool down. When that too was over, Mandy dropped the weights; sagging from the effort.
Lacey picked up the can.
Pssshhht!
In the confines of her friend's bedroom the sound was glaringly loud... and unexpected. Mandy reacted accordingly, giving a loud shriek as she flailed about.
“You!” She shouted accusingly. “You scared the shit out of me.”
Lacey tried to act innocent as she sipped the Pepsi, but her lips betrayed her.
“I'll get you for that.” Mandy continued, in mock anger.
Picking, up a towel, Mandy wiped her brow, then spotting Lacey's plate of snacks, padded over to help herself to some.
“Uh uh” Lacey chastised, pulling back on the plate. “Someone's on a diet remember?”
A look of disappointment flashed across Mandy's face but it was quickly replaced with a look of pride.
“I'll have you know I've lost six pounds already”
Lacey had her doubts. 'Six pounds in two weeks?' That was more than she would've given credit for. At least considering Mandy's previous performance in weight loss attempts. She had to admit, however that her friend's face looked a little more defined, and her arms seemed slimmer. 'She still needs some work around the waist' Lacey's gaze fell briefly to the little dome of flesh pushing against Mandy's snug leotards. You could easily see the none-too-subtle indent of the girl's belly button. Her hips still had too much padding distending what should have been a gentle flare. And that roll, (Sometimes two) that formed whenever Mandy would lean just right... as she was doing right now.
Mandy sensed the scrutiny and shifted uncomfortably. Determined to focus on the positive she walked over to her chart.
“I've also added 15 minutes to my routine! And I'm on the intermediate workouts now.”
Mandy's enthusiasm became contagious. This was more of an effort than Lacey would've thought her friend would put into this. Usually Mandy settled for starving herself a week or two before a big event then go back to her old ways. To see this kind of commitment excited Lacey. 'Perhaps she might even stick to it this time'
“See, I told you you should have bought that dress two weeks ago!”
Mandy looked sheepish.
“I know. I know. Its just that there's no way I could've fit into it and...”
“I bet you could fit into it now.”
Mandy's eyes widened.
“You think so?”
“Totally”
****
Uptown Raleigh, two hours later...
“Do you think its still here?” Mandy asked, a tinge of concern in her voice.
“I don't know, New Years is only three weeks away.”
It wasn't news the sandy haired girl wanted to hear. Almost unconsciously her pace quickened.
“Maybe no one from home will have driven this far?” she offered.
Lacey considered the point.
“True, most of the girls from home would've gotten their dresses downtown or at Layton Hills Mall”
Mandy shuddered as if a chill from outside somehow found its way up her spine.
“They've got some nice stuff there... but that place gives me the creeps.”
Lacey had to agree, just barely managing to stifle her own shudder. There'd been rumors surrounding LHM for as long as she could remember. She'd even witnessed an odd thing or two herself.
If only they didn't have such nice stuff.
“That's for sure. Remember that foul mouthed stripper claiming to be a lawyer?”
Mandy's eyes got huge. 'How could I forget'
“You mean the one with the huge tits?”
“That's the one! I wonder just how big those things were.”
Mandy held her arms out as if cupping something massive.
“A LOT farther down the alphabet than mine are... that's for sure!”
Lacey laughed, but her thoughts drifted back to the gaudy woman struggling with the police, remembering how she claimed to be some hotshot attorney; Julie Danvers. It was probably the graphic nature of that image that locked it into Lacey's mind so that when the real Julie Danvers turned up missing she recalled the name. Lacey didn't really follow the story, but did recall seeing something on the news later about the mystery woman knowing too many details of the missing lawyer's life. Last she heard the stripper was on trial or something...
“We're here!”
Lacey was suddenly drawn from her reverie by Mandy's excited voice. Sure enough the two girls stood just outside Madelaine's. Lacey felt her own pulse quicken. She couldn't recall a single time leaving Madelaine's without a bag or two in her arms.
“Alright!”
****
Back in one of the spacious dressing rooms, grunts of exertion and frustration could be heard.
“Urggh. Al...most............there!”
With a final thrust Lacey managed to force the zipper up past Mandy's waist. As soon as that hurdle was passed, the going was easy for a few inches, until encountering more resistance at the level of the red-faced girl's bust.
“I can't breathe!” Lacey squeaked.
It was a bit of an overstatement, but not by much.
Mandy looked into the mirror, distress evident on her face.
“I'm so fat!”
Lacy knew she had damage control to do.
“Its not that bad, besides you still have three weeks left.”
She gave a few tugs, trying to get the dress to sit lower, but Mandy's waist and hips kept it riding back up. As a result, an unflattering gap formed between the bustline and her breasts. The fabric also bunched up against Mandy's soft underarms, digging in and forming a roll above. Everywhere excess flesh pressed against thin satin causing numerous creases. Hardly a desirable effect.
“I don't think its enough time” Mandy despaired.
“Hey, don't worry!” Lacey cheered. “You've already lost six pounds. Another eight or nine and this will fit fine.”
“Actually it was more like four pounds.” Confessed Mandy.
'I knew it' Lacey did a little quick math in her head.
“That's still two pounds a week you've already lost and you weren't even in shape yet. Just step it up a little bit and you can drop those nine pounds easily in three weeks.”
Mandy looked back at her reflection, sucking her tummy in.
“You think so?”
“Hey, its only three pounds a week. No problem.” Lacey did her best to shrug it off. It was working too... even she was beginning to buy into the idea. “Believe me, once you get into the level three and four workouts, the fat will just melt off.”
A new hope began to build in Mandy. 'Nine pounds. I can do it... I'll just pretend to be sick at Grandma's over Christmas' One look at the deep panty lines on her derrière did more than just set her will; it made even Gram's famous rich gravy appear distasteful.
Lacey stepped back as if to admire the dress even further, then continued to lay it on.
“Who knows, if you keep it up, you might even be able to squeeze into a six.”
“Yeah right!” Mandy snorted. “If I buy a six, you'll snatch it up and wear it yourself.”
Lacey didn't deny it.
'OK so I went a little too far'
“Truthfully girl, you keep this up and you will be down to my size before you know it. So it won't be by New Years... don't let that get you down. You'll get there. I'll help.”
Mandy pondered this. She had always avoided exercise in the past, but everyone has their moment of truth. She was seeing hers as she bulged out of a size eight. Certainly even a ten would be snug. Images of slinking around in a skimpy bikini like Lacey raced through her mind. Oh how she'd always longed for that. She vowed never again to have to hide her figure under a baggy t-shirt or one of those horrendous Tankinis ever again.
“Does that mean you'll work out with me?”
Lacey cringed at the thought... in her mind anyway. The last thing she wanted to do was dance around in front of a stupid TV. 'If I want exercise I'll be with Todd' Thinking quickly, she tried to change the subject.
“Hey, if you're done trying that on, I'd like to try out those jeans I grabbed on the way in.”
Mandy's eyes fell on the sleek pink denim; envy flooding in as she did.
“Um, yeah... sure. Can you help me out of this first?”
****
As soon as the party dress was safely hung up on the dressing room wall, Lacey practically attacked the pair of De L'Amore jeans. Rumor had it the rather exclusive designer was planning on releasing a limited run of their spring line early. The excited girl couldn't believe she'd been lucky enough to find some of the very first ones. 'Every bitch at school is going to be soooo jealous' Even Todd, who knew next to nothing about designer labels wouldn't help but be impressed. One look at the way they were cut and Lacey knew he'd have his eyes... and likely hands all over her ass.
“Oof!”
Lacey let slip her frustration as she tried... and failed, to pull the denim up past her hips. Sure she'd expected them to be snug, but this was too much. 'Damnit!' Doubling her resolve, Lacey gave another yank. This time the jeans complied, but their reluctance was felt in the way they clung to her so viciously. Even her thighs felt constricted. 'I did grab a six right?' Looking down at the tag so innocently hanging from the pocket, Lacey noted she indeed had a six. 'No way is this a six' It had to be a mistake.
Mandy, who had been watching from the side, offered her thoughts.
“I think I read somewhere that companies are mislabeling their sizes.”
“Why would they do that?” Lacey asked, forcing the snap closed.
“They said it was something to do with exclusivity, but I think it's a conspiracy for the diet industry.”
It that was true it was working, even Lacey felt like dieting after less than a minute in the damn things. 'Enough of this' With nearly as much effort, she began peeling the jeans off.
“Do you want me to get you a pair of eights?”
Lacey knew her friend was just trying to be helpful... or was she? There almost appeared to be a hint of mirth in the girl's tone. Regardless, there was no way she was going to be caught dead wearing a size eight. 'They can keep their overpriced crap'
“Um, no thanks.”
Mandy looked at her strangely.
“Why not? If they fit what's the problem?”
Lacey didn't answer as she put them back on the hanger. Mandy, however, didn't let it go.
“If you're worried about the size, I won't tell anyone.”
OK, that time there definitely was a touch of mirth to the sandy-haired girl's tone.
“Its not that” Lacey lied. “If they can't be honest about their products, then I don't want anything to do with them.
Mandy nodded.
“I agree.”
Lacey picked up her discarded pair of jeans and began to pull them up.
“You know, I'm about done looking for clothes. How about we go check out that new eco-friendly foundation I told you about?”
“That sounds fun!”
Mandy turned to get her dress, thus missing the confused look on her friend's face as she realized just how snug her old jeans felt...
“...and those earrings we found last summer at Macys would go perfectly with my mom's necklace. If she lets me wear it, of course. And those...”
Mandy prattled on and on about what she planned to wear with her sleek dress at the New Years Bash. Lacey nodded, and occasionally gave some indication she was paying attention, but, her mind kept drifting back to the ill-fit of her jeans. 'Mrs. Teague must have washed them... that's it' she figured after an attempt to worm her hand into her back pocket failed. 'I was just too excited before to notice she'd shrunk them'
Of course the girls had to dress up for their trip to the mall. No way would either of them be caught dead clad in ordinary clothes as they had been. And without make-up? No way. Buying a party dress is a big deal. You have to look your best. Lacey fortunately had plenty of clothes to choose from, since various outfits of hers had a tendency to collect in Mandy's closet. She didn't know exactly when the designer jeans and top she was wearing had wound up there, but they matched Mandy's outfit perfectly. In all the excitement over their hair and make-up, not to mention accessories, Lacey had simply not noticed how snug they were.
She noticed now.
'Even the damn legs are tight', she thought critically. This was especially evident along her inner thighs where the seams ran. Every step made them pinch just a little. Oh it wasn't terribly bad, but it did force Lacey to adjust her stride slightly. Mandy never noticed a thing, lost as she was in her little world.
'Surely it was Mrs. Teague's fault'
At least that was what Lacey was determined to believe.
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Re: Getting Behind by greinskyn (WG, Magic, Revenge, Unfinis
Postby buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:25 pm
****
One week later, and back in Mandy's bedroom...
Bum... Bum... Bump! Bum bum bum... Bump!
The two girls danced vigorously to the fast paced beat. It was one of the advanced workout routines, and the effort to keep up with it was evident on their faces. Well, evident on Mandy's anyway. Lacey found it a bit challenging, but was having a far easier time of it than her panting friend.
“I... can't believe you're... actually doing this... with me!” Mandy panted between breaths.
Lacey couldn't believe it either. Nor could she hardly believe why she was here...
The days following Mandy and her shopping trip were plagued with several instances of “Shrunken” clothes. This meant one of two things; either Mrs. Teague had a secret vendetta for all of Lacey's pants, or she was putting on weight. Both would seem just as ludicrous. Only a dreadful self inspection Thursday before her date with Todd finally broke her self denial.
You see, that was what was really going on; denial. No, Lacey didn't secretly blame her friend's mother. However, she did at first try and blame the ill fit on the clothes themselves;
“Stupid cheap-ass fabric!” She'd cursed, trying to button up that skimpy pair of LaRouche shorts.
“What's with this thing?!” Lacey had yelled, after failing to get the creases out of a favorite form-fitting skirt.
In the end, however, it was her mother that had sewn the seeds of where the true fault lay;
“Lacey dear, where did you get those jeans?”
That seemingly innocuous comment had come about on that fateful Thursday. In fact it had lead to Lacey's rapidly approaching... and utterly devastating self discovery. She'd been bent over at the time, her ass in full view. Lacey, not seeing the look of confusion on her mother's face had mistaken it for a compliment.
“Oh, I got these at Madelaine's last summer!”
She did a little model's spin to show them off; hoping to elicit another comment. As a pretty and somewhat vain teen, Lacey never tired of people showering accolades on her. This time, however, Mrs. Calder had something else in mind.
“They're awful tight dear.”
Lacey froze as the words slammed into her. Mom was right. They were tight, really tight... too tight. The look on the older woman's face further hammered things home. It wasn't an appreciative one, or prideful, but rather concerned and confused.
Then the hammer fell.
“Are you putting on weight?”
Lacey could only stand there, speechless.
Sure, countless people had been asked that question, perhaps many times in their lives. For Lacey it was her first and maybe that's why it cut so deep. She said the first thing that came to mind.
“Why? Do I look fat?”
Seeing the distress on her daughter's face, 'Who knew she'd take it this hard' Mrs. Calder chose her next words carefully.
“Oh no dear, its not that. I just want you to be careful, that's all. You know how much you take after your grandmother...”
Images of the old woman's huge ass flashed through Lacey's mind, causing an inadvertent gasp.
“... She was so slim when she was younger. I remember how jealous I used to be whenever she would wear...”
Lacey didn't hear the rest. She'd fled the room, fighting back tears and a rising hysteria. Her mind raced for some other explanation as she charged up the stairs. 'It can't be me. It just can't'
The reflection in the mirror said otherwise.
In the safety of her room she'd shimmied out of the tight Dior denim, and left the expensive jeans puddled on the floor. Then, turning, had aimed her ass directly at the silvered glass.
“Omigod”
No way could she have been prepared for what she saw. Somehow, a strange puffy softness had invaded what was so recently firm toned flesh. It was as if her entire ass had suddenly been covered with a thin layer of fat. Lacey's sexy black panties (Worn in anticipation of her date with Todd) pulled overly tight into her cheeks and the edges dug in more than she cared for.
It just didn't seem real. 'How could this have happened so fast?'
Even now in Mandy's bedroom Lacey could still see the look of shock on her face, reflected back as she followed up the visual inspection with a probing hand... a hand that had just found her ass to be much softer than she'd expected.
“Hey, that's what friends are for!” she replied, adding some extra swing to her routine.
The two pushed on into the next set, which if anything was even more demanding. Despite this, Mandy continued on, though it was obvious she was nearing her limit. On the screen, the instructor smiled her confident smile, bouncing as high as ever. Lacey eyed the woman's sleek thighs and perfectly shaped ass. 'Gawd I hate that bitch' Perhaps it was her exhaustion or her determination that caused Lacey to miss the irony of the situation. This was the first time she'd felt truly envious of another woman's figure. Question was; was it the last?
“OK! That's enough!” Mandy shouted, abruptly dropping her hand weights.
Lacey didn't argue. They'd been going at it for nearly 75 minutes. 'Patience girl. You're not going to get there in one day' With great pleasure the exhausted blonde walked over and shut off the DVD. Just in time too for the camera pulled in for a close-up of the instructor doing a side-step maneuver. The last thing either of them wanted to see were those damn sculpted thighs again.
Mandy, headed straight for the scale.
“Three pounds exactly!” she cheered, “I'm right on track!”
Lacey believed her this time. She watched as her friend did a little victory dance. It was obvious she'd slimmed down even more. 'Definitely less tummy' Lacey perused, 'And those love handles look smaller' Mandy's waist was showing some real definition.
“Thanks Lace. I wouldn't have pushed myself this hard if you weren't here with me.”
Lacey gave a reassuring smile.
“Like I said, that's what friends are for.”
Mandy didn't let it drop.
“No, really. I mean its not like you have to be here with a figure like yours.” She gestured at Lacey's sweatsuit clad body (Yes, sweats... eww!) “You could be out with Todd.”
Lacey averted her eyes, and uncomfortably fiddled with the drawstring on her sweatpants.
“Todd's helping his father do something with their roof.”
“That's not the point. The point is, you're here helping me.”
'If only she knew'
Mandy gave a grateful smile, then held up her fist signaling a Rock, Paper, Scissors challenge.
“Ready?”
Lacey's luck held and she got the first shower... and the hottest water.
“Yow!”
Dancing back out of the stream, Lacey adjusted the temp a little lower. 'That's better' With a sigh, she stood under the massaging beads. Oh how good it felt to her abused muscles. A good ten minutes must have passed before Lacey even budged, but eventually she knew she had to. With another sigh, (This one of resignation) she picked out some of Mandy's wonderful Kiwi shampoo, and began lathering it in. 'Damn this stuff is good' An intoxicating fragrance combined with the pleasurable tingling elevated Lacey's mood. She even began to hum a favorite tune.
By the time Lacey had rinsed out that shampoo, she had moved from humming to singing. Lyrics from Rihanna's “Disturbia” filled the small confines of the stall. Though not as melodic as her superstar inspiration, Lacey had a passable voice, which she was making the best of at the moment.
“Release me from this curse I'm in!”
Lacey ran the tangerine sponge along her arms and back again, then down each breast.
“Trying to maintain, but I'm strugglin'”
She performed a little impromptu dance then lathered up the flat surface of her tummy, swaying as she did so.
“If you can't go-o-o”
Adding some fresh body wash to the sponge Lacey ran it down the front of her right thigh and calf, then back up along the back.
“I think I'm gonna...”
The words stopped suddenly, as if ripped from her body. She'd forgotten about her... problem. Standing there, in the now eerily quiet shower, She began exploring the expanse of her ass. This was the first time Lacey had dared to do it, other than that initial test squeeze. 'Gawd it feels squishy' she thought, horrified, yet amazed. She reached farther, realizing the cushioning spread beyond her ass, down to her thighs. In reality this shouldn't have been news given how tight the legs of her jeans had been getting. Her inner thighs were softer still, and there seemed less room between them than she remembered.
Overcome by a sudden and quite foreign feeling of insecurity, Lacey kept her towel wrap in place until a good thirty seconds after she heard Mandy's shower running. Finally letting the terry cloth drop to the floor, she began to look through Mandy's closet for something to wear. Normally she felt so delightfully naughty parading around in her underwear (Sometimes less) but now all she wanted was something to cover up with. Almost immediately her eyes fell on the fiery red fabric of one of her favorite skirts. It was Todd's favorite as well, and was the one he'd more than casually hinted that she wear on their date last Thursday.
Reflexively Lacey took it out of the closet. It had been the very one she'd worn that night over a month ago when she'd finally given Todd that strip tease. Lacey had only wore it once since then, when she and Mandy went out to Club 18; the local hotspot for minors. Even that was a good four weeks back. 'Can I even fit into it now?' she wondered. Taking it off the hanger, she just had to find out.
All went well at first as she stepped into the skirt and slid it up her shapely calves. When the silky fabric reached the area where her ass met thighs, however, Lacey ran into trouble. Instantly there was a binding that a few tugs failed to budge. Muttering a curse, she undid the last two of the five buttons (She'd only ever had to unbutton three in the past) This allowed her to pull up the skirt, but Lacey still couldn't bring the top button closed. In desperation she hiked it up higher and was finally able to bring the two ends together. The next button wasn't so easy. The third less so, and left the fabric around it puckered terribly. There was no hope for the fourth. Lacey looked down dumbstruck at the wide V the material formed as it parted way from the straining third button. Even worse was the soft flesh poking through the gap. What a change from how it had previously flattered her trim physique.
Looking away from the trouble spot, Lacey instead was faced with her reflection. 'I look ridiculous' Her wide hips threatening to burst free of the restrictive skirt looked so out of proportion with the rest of her lithe form. Hiked up as it was, the effect reminded her of all those moms out there trying to camouflage their middle age spread. It had been a joke among the girls during the annual fourth of July picnic.
It wasn't a joke now.
Unable to bear it anymore, Lacey undid the buttons. The relief she felt from the constriction did nothing to help her mood, only souring it further. She almost considered tossing the damned thing in the trash. But then again, why throw the skirt away? What better symbol to keep around not only for motivation, but to parade her newly restored figure in? When she accomplished it, anyway. Smiling, more from grim determination, (And the confidence of a plan well laid) than any mirth, Lacey carefully clipped the skirt on the hanger and placed it back in Mandy's closet. For added measure she put it dead center where it was sure to always catch the eye.
That still left her with the need for some adequate covering. Out of habit Lacey's eyes fell on outfit after outfit she'd left here. It was surprising how many there were. At least a full quarter of the closet's contents didn't belong to its owner. She kept an internal dialogue as she assessed and dismissed each one; 'Too tight, too revealing, too tight, too tacky...' Her fingers hesitated on a loden avocado wool skirt. 'Maybe...' It wasn't the most flattering thing in the world, but Lacey remembered how roomy it had been. 'Perhaps with this sweater?' She held it up to the skirt. They matched but the combination was anything but flirty. 'Blah city' Lacey thought, moving to put it back. It wasn't even hers, Mandy would often wear it on chilly days around the house. Lacey would rather endure the cold if it meant she could show off her...
Bam!
'Shit she's done with her shower'
Mandy never did take long.
Cursing, Lacey slipped on the skirt. OK, so it wasn't as roomy as she remembered. It'd have to do. She then hurriedly threw on the sweater and fixed it over her hips. Thankfully the cut was as long as she'd hoped it would be. The loose fabric hung down low, easily camouflaging her hips. A quick check in the mirror showed nothing amiss... that is if you weren't looking too closely. There was a bit of extra flare, both from the front and profile view. Lacey tried not to dwell on it much. It was just a temporary measure until the weight came off. 'Besides their eyes will probably be here' She threw back her shoulders, trying to emphasize her bust a bit more. It worked.
“A little conservative today aren't we?” Came Mandy's voice from behind.
Lacey could just feel the smirk on her friend's face without even looking.
“Yeah, haven't you heard? The church look is all the rage.”
Lacey put a hand to her cheek and adopted her best Vogue pose.
Mandy played along.
“Oh good! We can stop by my grandma's place and pick up some of her dresses. She has a pair of support hose that would go great with that skirt.”
Lacey stuck out her tongue and the two of them broke down in a fit of laughter. Then they began the serious task of picking out an outfit for Mandy. The girl was eager to use her weight loss to her best advantage.
“What do you think of these Lace?”
Lacey pondered, looking at her friend critically.
“I don't know, that last pair of slacks made you look the thinnest.”
“Yeah, but they're sky blue! I don't have anything to match them.”
Lacey remembered a certain top she'd spotted in the back. She'd left it here sometime last summer. It was a small, but it did have an empire waist. 'Should I even suggest it?'
“Here, try this.” Lacey offered, producing the breezy top.
Mandy looked doubtful. “I don't know, its kinda cold out...”
What she really meant was “Its probably too small for me.” Mandy knew it was Lacey's and hardly anything of her friend's was flattering on her. Did she really want to risk having her confidence take a hit just when she was starting to make some real progress?
“C'mon, give it a shot.” Lacey coaxed.
To be honest she didn't really think it would fit either.
“ok.”
Mandy took the proffered top, then turned away from Lacey as she stripped off her T-shirt. Even for as close of friends as they were it was hard for her to let Lacey see the pudge still gathered at her middle. As it was, the other girl got a good look at her love handles. 'Wow, she has lost some weight' Lacey marveled, feeling her eyes dip down to Mandy's ass. It was obvious the diet and exercise were working their magic there too. She looked even slimmer in the sky blue slacks.
Lacey almost regretted suggesting them.
“Looks pretty good don't ya think?” Mandy prodded once they were all done with her make-up.
“You look positively delicious.” Lacey admitted honestly.
In contrast, her own make-up looked much more plain in keeping with her attire. It was hard to accept Mandy seemingly outshine her so. Lacey had little choice but to accept it, however. No way was she going to strip now and change in front of her. 'Not like this' Her eyes darted to the open closet, her red skirt highlighted within. 'In a couple weeks I'll be back for you' Lacey pictured herself parading in front of Todd and Mandy, the skirt once more fitting her sculpted form. For the first time that day, a genuine smile adorned her face.
Mandy enjoyed the compliment.
“Alright.” She nodded, smiling. “I think I'm going to put on some different earrings though. Put on some shoes, I want to get to the mall quick before it gets too crowded. You know how it is after lunch.”
Lacey did know, and wanted to beat the rush. She went to Mandy's shoe rack, having just the pair in mind. 'There they are on the bottom'
Mandy picked out the earrings she'd wanted, but saw what might be a better choice. Picking up both pairs, she turned to ask which one she should wear... just in time to see Lacey bend at the waist to grab the shoes. 'Whoah girl!' Mandy thought, surprised at how tightly the wool clung to her friend's ass. The image was quite unflattering, making Lacey's trim derrière seem awfully wide. The effect lessened considerably once the girl stood upright again. Mandy didn't get long to look, however as Lacey self consciously pulled the sweater back down covering her ass. The image was quickly forgotten.
“So, which pair should I choose?”
****
They did manage to beat the rush and had but a couple others to contend with at H&M. Mandy found several things to try on in short order, but Lacey had not. Well, that's not entirely true. She had found several trendy items, especially a hot little dress guaranteed to give Todd an aching erection. She just didn't dare try them on. It was too embarrassing.
This feeling was amplified when Jennifer Backstrom and Kerri Miller arrived. No way was she gonna risk showing off her wider butt to either of those harpies. Jennifer especially was willing to point out any flaws. More than once over the years Lacey had witnessed her acid comments directed at Mandy. Today she seemed almost civil, even complimentary on occasion. Still Lacey refused to let down her guard. Throughout the foursome's foray through LHM, she continually found herself tugging at the baggy sweater hoping to escape Jennifer's attention. She'd also wished she'd stood up for her friend more in the past. For some reason it was weighing on her mind more than ever.
By lunch time Mandy had the most with three full bags of clothes. Jennifer and Kerri weren't far behind, after raiding Hollister. Lacey lagged behind, carrying but a single bag with a new hat and a couple bracelets.
“So, what's up with you?” Jennifer challenged as they stood in line at Asian Noodle House. “Usually we have to cool your credit card down in ice.”
Before the nervous Lacey could answer, Kerri joined in.
“Yeah. Your dad get after you for spending too much?”
Lacey took a mental sigh of relief.
“Something like that.”
She was glad when the little fellow at the counter asked for their order.
“That's all you're going to have?” Kerri asked, seeing Mandy and Lacey with nothing but a lemon ice tea and some plain rice each.
Mandy answered first... if a bit to exuberantly.
“Weboth ate beforewecame.”
The other two girls nodded, seemingly in understanding, but not before Jennifer took a long piercing look at Mandy's middle. Lacey used the distraction to duck into her chair.
Sunday December 15
Up in her room Lacey held her Nokia with one hand and twirled a lock of hair with her other.
“Are you sure you don't wanna see a movie?” She prodded hoping to sway Todd's decision.
“Nope. My choice remember?”
She remembered. Its just she didn't want to be cavorting around the roller rink just now. Todd always had a habit of feeling her up... for Balance. 'Yeah right' Normally that was a good thing, a compliment even. Lacey's hand left her hair, drifting lower. Laying as she was, a good portion of her backside spread out beneath her. She felt her finger sink in.
“You can choose the movie.” she tempted.
Todd was adamant.
“Nope, Rollergarden.”
“I'll even watch G.I. Joe with you.”
That time there was actually a pause.
“Tempting, but I'm more concerned with the rising of MY cobra.”
Lacey momentarily forgot her worries.
“It'll take more than a trip to the Rollergarden for that buster!”
Todd smiled, remembering all the hoops he'd had to jump through just to get to second base. Lacey Calder was anything but easy.
“That's OK, I've been known to work for it.”
In the background Lacey could hear Todd's mother call his name.
“Oops! I gotta get some chores done before I pick you up.” He apologized. “See you at seven then?”
“But the movie starts at seven. We'll miss the beginning!”
Todd chuckled.
“Nice try. Rollergarden & pizza.”
Lacey gave in. “Ok. Seven it is.”
“See you then... I'll be wearing my red shirt and my black docks, if you want to wear something to match.”
'You mean if I'll wear my red skirt' Lacey thought glumly.
“Um, yeah sure.”
“Good. Later sweetie!”
“Later.”
Todd hung up the phone hoping his girlfriend got the hint. He'd been dying to see her in that boner popping skirt for weeks now but no dice. 'What's with her anyway' he thought, feeling frustrated. Lately the sexy vixen had been wearing stuff that looked like it came from Vicky's Closet rather than Victoria's Secret.
He just hoped she wasn't falling for someone else.
The mere thought of the possibility made him cringe. As Todd grabbed the garbage to haul outside, his mind tried to find any hint that that might be the case. Several boys came to mind immediately that had a crush on Lacey. (There was never a shortage of them) Question was; had she shown any one any extra attention lately? He came up with nothing. 'Don't be such a fool' he chastised. 'She's still into you'
That still didn't explain why she'd been so cold as of late.
OK, so not cold exactly, but more distant. A frown creased Todd's brow as he headed back into the house. It seemed that every time he tried to hold her close or get her to throw her legs around him as they kissed, 'While I cup that fabulous ass of hers' he added; she'd tense up and distance herself. It was enough to drive him crazy.
And that's not mentioning the sex. Todd knew for a fact Lacey's parents were out of town at the boys' football game Friday. That was supposed to be their time. 'She didn't even return my call'
The worried teenager began to strip in preparation for their date. As he pulled his shirt over his head, his features changed from worry to determination. 'Whatever it takes to keep her I'll do it'
****
It was a much happier Todd that pulled into the Rollergarden. For one thing, Lacey's soft smile and warm kiss at her door eased his fears that something was coming between them. For another, the parking lot was barely half full. Sunday nights were always the best time to come here if you wanted to avoid the crowds. Of course the chilly December wind blowing in from the North probably did its share in discouraging other skaters.
It certainly sped up the couple's race to the building.
Snow crunched underfoot as the laughing couple dashed from the semi-warmth of Todd's Sebring. Muted sounds of Pop music leaking from within mingled with Lacey's squeals and Todd's deeper laugh.
“Ha! Beat cha!” She cried victoriously, yanking open the door.
Instantly the volume of music rose.
“That's cause I let you win.”
He always let her win.
Not that it was that easy, mind you. Lacey Calder was quick and agile. He didn't doubt she could really give him a run for his money if she put her mind to it. 'Of course coming in second has its rewards' Todd could stare at her lithe form effortlessly prancing in front of him all day. Not that he could see any of that now. Lacey's down parka all but swallowed her up.
Inside, Todd scanned the rink and dining area. 'Good, not too many kids'
“I'll get the skates if you want to pick out a good table.” he offered.
Lacey smiled up at him. “OK”
They parted ways, but after a few steps Todd lingered to glance back at his girlfriend. She'd slipped out of the parka revealing a brilliant red hoodie underneath. 'Damn Struck out twice' He'd already noted the distinct lack of her bare legs; meaning no skirt. 'And now a bulky hooded sweatshirt. Can't a guy get a break' He returned to his task of getting the skates.
Lacey picked out a prime spot near the second turn and secured it by throwing her parka onto one of the benches. No sooner was she free of it, however than she gave another insecure tug to the hoodie making sure the thick cotton covered her ass. It was becoming an annoying habit no matter what she wore, but Lacey couldn't help herself. 'It'll all be over in a week or so' she reassured; fidgeting slightly when she caught her hand going back again.
It was just so hard not to obsess about it when her ass felt so huge. Even now as Lacey slid into the booth she could feel how tightly her slacks clung to her. The act of sitting itself seemed off, as if the bench felt softer somehow, more padded.
Trying to take her mind off it, Lacey looked around. Off to her left, a group of teens about her age milled about, laughing and joking. She didn't recognize any of them so assumed they were from one of the neighboring schools. One of the young men sitting down, caught her gaze and smiled. 'He's kinda cute' she mused. Not in Todd's league mind you, but still passable eye candy. Continuing to make eye contact, the boy gave a slight lift to his head... adding a little rise to the eyebrows. 'So the flirting begins' Lacey thought, trying to feel offended. 'Can't a girl look around without being hit on?' The offense, however was just a ruse, one that even she didn't buy. Truth be told Lacey loved the attention. It made her feel special, important... sexy.
Part of that adoration meant she had to make them work for her attention. It was part of the mystique. Lacey feigned boredom and looked away, not bothering to return the boy's advance. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his disappointment. More importantly she saw his continued longing glances. 'Sorry kid, this girl's taken' Other boys sent similar hungry looks Lacey's way. Few were as bold as the seated hunk. Most slipped her stealthy (So they thought) glances. Lacey simply smiled demurely, seemingly paying them no mind. It was vastly reassuring and she felt her self esteem begin to return.
“Your skates M' lady” Todd announced with a flourish.
Lacey took the skates and immediately began putting them on. They were the Velcro kind so she was done before Todd had his first one laced up.
“Hurry up slow poke!” Lacey chided.
Standing effortlessly, she scooted off in a flash leaving Todd to finish by himself. He could hear her laughter on the rink.
It wasn't long before he caught up with Lacey, however; managing to pull in about twenty feet or so behind her as she'd just rounded the corner. A sly grin formed on his face. He so loved this part. It was almost like stalking prey. With a little kick Todd increased his pace, just enough to slowly begin to overtake her. 'Damn she looks hot' he marveled, taking in how the lights danced on Lacey's shining blond locks. And she moved so effortlessly with such grace. He felt almost entranced. Dipping his eyes lower, Todd's eyes skipped on past her waist (You couldn't see much anyway with the bulky hoodie covering everything up) to settle on that amazing ass. Unfortunately the hoodie did its evil work here too, hiding those heavenly curves. That is until Lacey helped scoop up a child that had landed on its own bum. With relish, her boyfriend's hungry eyes took in the full round globes of Lacey's ass as it jiggled slightly with the rhythmic skating motion. 'Wait a minute' Todd frowned. Something wasn't right. 'Her ass never jiggled before' he realized, taking a more serious look. 'And was it always so full...?'
“Hey watch it buddy!”
Todd startled at the sudden warning, and nearly collided with another skater while trying to avoid the first. As it was he missed them both, nearly falling on his butt in the process.
“That was graceful.”
Todd followed Lacey's mirth-filled voice to see her grinning face but inches away from his. She was skating backwards just in front of him. 'Damn that girl can skate' and 'Damn she's hot' were but two of the thoughts crowding his brain... before she took his hand wiping out all thought altogether.
They kissed.
Still in motion, Todd pulled her close, allowing his left hand to drift down and cup her heavenly ass. Unfortunately she'd somehow managed to cover it once more with the hoodie. Thus he was greeted with soft ,somewhat yielding cloth instead. 'That's sure some thick-ass cloth' he mused, before Lacey's dancing tongue became the center of his attention.
Funny, the hoodie didn't look that heavy.
Wednesday December 18
Lacey looked at the painter's jeans in her hands. 'I guess its going to have to be these then' she thought resignedly. But what choice did she have? There were only two other things that fit; her dark gray slacks and that horrid wool skirt. She'd wore the skirt twice last week and already on Monday. Yesterday she'd worn the slacks (The same pair she'd worn on her date) and had wore them last week as well. To do so again would be undeniably tacky.
Longingly Lacey looked down at the pile of discarded clothes that littered her floor. D&G, Vera Wang, Dior... not a one would make it past her hips. At least with any prayer of fastening. Tears threatened to well up as she took in each one; for they all had a memory. Like the time Lacey had shown everyone up in that black mini last fall at the school harvest mixer. Or those Pearl Capris that had Rick Haskell following her around like a little puppy. That is until Todd threatened to rearrange his face. Outfit after outfit fell under her gaze; The hip huggers picked up in Ft. Lauderdale, the dress Jennifer had picked out but couldn't pour herself into, those Abercrombie & Fitch distressed shorties she'd wear playing co-ed touch football (Where Todd would tackle her anyway) Nothing of hers would fit.
Which brought her back to the painter's jeans... Mandy's painter's jeans. How humiliating.
As she slid them on Lacey couldn't help but think the inevitable 'Why is this happening to me' It wasn't like she hadn't been trying. For days now she had been exercising at least once, sometimes twice daily. Add to that the extreme care Lacey had been taking, planning out her meals. The determined teen should have lost weight.
As she buttoned up the painters Lacey could feel the heavy cotton begin to pull against her butt cheeks. Swiveling her hips to get a better look, she gasped at the sight. 'But these are a size 8' Lacey had been expecting the jeans to provide some welcome camouflage. Instead it was obvious just how full her ass had become. You could even see the outline from her overly snug panties (Another point of humiliation) as they struggled to contain the fleshy globes. This if anything showed not only the increase in size, but the loss of firmness. Something had to be done. But what?
In a flash of inspiration, Lacey threw on a plain T-shirt and snuck over to the twins' room. Zack and Taylor had already been picked up by their friends so there was no one around to protest... except Andy that is, and she could shut him up easily enough. 'Just let there be a clean one' she prayed looking through the jumbled closet.
“Ah ha!”
Lacey snatched one of Zack's football jerseys off a hanger (She doubted anything of Taylor's would be worn less than twice since the last wash 'Ewww') and held it up to her chest. The thing easily reached to mid-thigh. 'Yes' Breathing a mental sigh of relief, Lacey headed back to her room. This was about the only occasion she'd appreciated how big her younger brothers had become. Most times she just hoped they didn't remember how badly she'd picked on them back in grade school.
Once more in front of the mirror Lacey slipped out of her T-shirt, and put on the jersey. A few quick adjustments revealed an unexpected bonus. With her much slighter build, the deep V neck of the jersey rested significantly lower, giving a tantalizing view of her breasts. In order to make the most of this, Lacey switched bras to one that created more cleavage. 'Yeah That'll do just fine' she thought, with an evil grin.
****
Kerri and Mandy stood by their lockers discussing possible hairstyles for the New Years Bash while sneaking little peeks over at Trevor Hodgdon and his gang. Both held out some hope that he'd ask them out and desperately tried to catch his eye whenever he looked their way...
A slight disturbance by the North doors caught Kerri's eye.
“Since when did Lacey give a damn about school spirit?”
“She doesn't.” Mandy replied, not bothering to look up from her copy of Seventeen. Kimberly Caldwell had THE most perfect style. 'I could wear mine like tha...OWW'
Kerri elbowed her in the ribs.
“She does now.”
Mandy's jaw dropped.
“No freakin' way.”
There by the doors was the angelic form of their friend being greeted as usual by nearly everyone... everyone that mattered anyway. What wasn't usual was the school football jersey she was wearing; cobalt blue with a yellow #3 under the name CALDER... also in yellow.
“What's she doing wearin' Zack's jersey?” Kerri asked.
“I have no idea.”
Even more surprising was the pony-tail Lacey was sporting, tied back with matching blue and yellow scrunchies. Kerri looked lower.
“Aren't those your painters?”
Mandy took in the familiar baggy khaki, covered with useless loops and straps.
“Yeah, they're mine.” she replied, almost absentmindedly.
'But Lacey hates those jeans... hates anything loose and baggy'
Lately, however, that didn't seem to be the case.
Eventually Lacey made her way through the crowd. With a majority of the male population gawking at her half exposed cleavage, the trip took longer than usual.
All the extra attention helped boost the girl's mood.
“Hey guys! Wasup?” Lacey asked, practically bouncing to a stop.
(Fortunately for her she was too self absorbed to notice the extra bounce behind)
Mandy stifled a giggle.
“N-o-t-h-i-n-g” she replied, drawing out her answer while giving Lacey's uncharacteristic outfit the once-over.
Kerri wasn't as successful containing her own giggle.
“So what's with the getup? You joining the glee club or something?”
“Ha ha.” Lacey replied sarcastically. “Can't a girl show some support for the team?”
“Um, we were like eliminated Friday.” Kerri pointed out, adding “From a game you didn't even bother to attend.”
Lacey never attended any of the games.
“OK, so maybe I felt that showing some team spirit would help cheer up the guys?”
Mandy's face cracked into a wry grin.
“Oh you've cheered 'em up all right.” Her eyes dipped to Lacey's boobs. “But I doubt its from showing them your spirit!”
****
All in all the day went pretty smoothly. Sure Lacey had to put up with some teasing, mostly from the girls, but the positive attention from the boys more than made up for it. It was a little ridiculous really, how attracted they were to her boobs. 'Men are so easy' Time after time Lacey would catch them staring... sometimes while talking with them! By the end of fourth period she actually started to have some fun “inadvertently” tugging the front of the jersey down as she spoke, or performing a little bounce causing a telltale jiggle. Rick Haskell's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets one of the times.
“Lacey! Cut it out!” hissed Mandy after a particularly daring display. 'They can see your bra for Chrissakes'
Lacey smiled wickedly.
“I know, I know.” she apologized. “I should be offended.”
But she wasn't
“You should stop encouraging them.”
“Ok, I'll stop.”
'Except for Todd' she amended silently. Lacey had a special treat planned for him.
****
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Re: Getting Behind by greinskyn (WG, Magic, Revenge, Unfinis
Postby buzzy » Tue May 29, 2012 7:25 pm
That night in Mandy's room...
“Can't... we shut... this bitch off?” Lacey panted.
It was the third CD in a row.
“Just a few more minutes?” Mandy pleaded. “I really want to look good in that dress.”
Lacey nodded. She certainly could identify with that. 'I doubt I could even fit into mine'
A week ago the satin had been unflatteringly tight around her derrierre... despite fitting perfectly everywhere else. Given the deterioration in the fit of the rest of her wardrobe, Lacey didn't even want to try the thing on anymore.
'Damn'
Her spirits sank even further, and not just because of the dress either. For the last forty-five minutes or so, Lacey had been struggling to keep up with the smiling fresh-faced instructor. So focused was she on that, that she'd overlooked another in a growing list of problems. Namely an extra movement down below. Now thinking of it, Lacey felt her face flush. With every step she could feel her butt cheeks jiggle. Worse still, the extra mass seemed to pull ever so slightly off to the sides disrupting the once smooth athletic gait she'd always taken for granted. It was disconcerting. The more she thought about it, the more it became impossible to ignore. Lacey threw herself further out of time in order to give a self conscious tug to the sweatshirt's hem. 'I just hope these can conceal my ass' She'd die if Mandy noticed, or for heaven's sake pointed it out.
Lacey felt her self esteem slip down another notch.
For you see, these weren't even hers...
“Can I borrow some sweats?” She had asked when it came time to work out. “I forgot mine at home.”
The second part was a lie. In truth Lacey's own sweats had been none too loose to begin with. Now with her gain they resembled tights more than sweats and served to highlight her disproportionate gain.
“Sure, no problem” Mandy had replied. “Help yourself.”
The larger size had been reassuring, providing much needed concealment. Yet despite this fact, Lacey was taking no chances. When the workout began she had positioned herself just behind her friend. As warm-ups gave way to more strenuous routines Lacey felt herself drifting further and further back out of sight. Unfortunately this had the added effect of giving Lacey an unparalleled view of her friend's much reduced figure.
'Damn she HAS lost weight' Lacey had realized, somewhat jealously. All doubt whether Mandy had been exaggerating about her nine pound loss evaporated with each thrust and bounce. Her friend was no longer bulging out of her leotards. In fact, the outfit was starting to look rather flattering. Sure there were a few areas less than firm. This was especially noticeable when the sandy-haired girl would lean far to one side or another, causing rolls to form at the waist. A little pudge still puffed up Mandy's belly too... but not much. Certainly the tummy support panel hidden within the dress could keep things in check.
It was Mandy's ass, though, that was the hardest to look at.
No doubt remained in Lacey's mind that her friend now had the sleeker, trimmer derrierre of the two. This fact haunted her with every lunge and squat. 'Is this how I always made her feel' she wondered, not used to feeling inferior. A whole new light began to be shed on Lacey as she looked back to all the times she'd paraded around in nothing but her bikini bottoms. Comments she'd made to Mandy in the past about “Needing to lose a few” or “You're kinda pouring out of that suit” among many others now took on a whole new significance.
Swallowing hard, Lacey put more effort into the routine.
“There, that should be enough!” Mandy announced suddenly.
She accompanied the announcement with an unexpected look back; just in time to catch another appraisal by Lacey over the fit of her leotards. Mandy misread the look of jealousy as one of condemnation.
“Or we could do another set!” she added hastily.
Now it was Mandy's turn to put more effort in.
The time eventually came when neither could continue. Surprisingly it was Lacey that gave up first. By that point she was too exhausted to care if Mandy saw her ass... though she doubted her friend was in any condition to do so. With a leaden finger, the blond girl jabbed the stop button. 'Thank Gawd that's over'
Both girls collapsed, panting; Mandy to the floor, Lacey to the bean bag.
“Let's not do that again.” Mandy offered.
“Amen to that.”
“All I can say is that Trevor better appreciate this.”
Lacey's beaten body perked up in an instant.
“You mean to say he asked you out?”
A heavenly grin fell upon Mandy's exhausted features.
“I mean to say.”
“You go girl.”
A dreamy expression formed on Lacey's face as well, one that complimented Trevor's dreamy body. Moments passed as each girl fantasized about his muscular form. For Lacey, however, her mind inevitably drifted to Todd. While not as sculpted as Trevor, she knew and loved every inch of her boyfriend's body. Thoughts drifted to seven in particular...
Lacey's pleasant musings were cut short by Mandy's outstretched hand and the words;
“You're going down this time Missy.”
Lacey smiled weakly at the challenge and adopted an aggressive stance her exhausted muscles would have had a hard time backing up.
“Bring it on then bee-otch!”
Mandy brought it.
Thirty seconds later the sandy-haired Mandy was headed to the shower whistling a victory tune. It had been a quick two nothing round of RPS. 'Damn' Lacey cursed, watching her go.'Mandy never does paper after scissors' She almost smiled despite her loss, at the cute little dance her friend was performing. Almost smiled. Namely because with Mandy taking first shower Lacey would have to dress in front of her.
“Crap.”
At least a half a dozen lame excuses played across her mind as Lacey dug through the closet looking for something passable to wear. Nothing came to mind, just as nothing decent could be found. 'Please just let me get through this' she begged. 'At least until I can get slimmed back down again'
But when would that be?
Lacey had hoped she'd see some results by now, but if the snug fit of the painters this morning was any indication...
Her eyes fell on Mandy's scale. Perhaps their marathon session succeeded in melting off something? There was only one way to find out. Lacey paused before acting, ears and eyes attune to be sure Mandy was truly in the shower. Assured at least on that point she then crossed stealthily over to the scale. Once there it still took a few moments to build up the courage to step on. 'Now or never' Lacey took a deep breath and stepped on. 'Please let it be a pound at least' she prayed before looking down. The flickering LCD display scrolled higher and lower before settling on 127. The change was indeed a pound, only in the wrong direction. 'No freakin' way'
Stepping off, Lacey tried to convince herself that it was the scale was to blame. But that was a losing battle. As was her attempt to lose weight apparently. Even before her eyes locked on her reflection Lacey knew what she'd find; that her ass was just a tiny bit bigger. She was getting to the point where baggy clothes were unable to fully camouflage the gain. Sure enough, Mandy's baggy sweats seemed to flare out too much at hip level. Turning sideways painted an even worse picture as Lacey's ass seemed to stick out awfully far. Rearranging the bulky cotton did little to nothing, and in Lacey's eyes began to actually draw attention to her problem rather than away from it.
Just then it dawned on the distraught blonde, that she was running out of time.
“Shit!” she hissed, racing back to the closet.
Lacey needed all of the few minutes remaining before Mandy emerged to pick out something that would both fit and likely match what her friend would wear. She just hoped Mandy wouldn't make a big deal out of her wearing more of her stuff.
Tears threatened as she stared down at the notoriously baggy pair of size eight slacks.'Why isn't this working' she asked. 'If I eat right and exercise my ass off I have to lose weight Right'
Exercise her ass off.
Lacey didn't miss the irony of the comment and laughed a hollow laugh.
Mandy appeared seconds later, blissfully unaware of the pained expression on her face.
During her shower Lacey plotted ways to distract her friend long enough to put on the slacks and hopefully the sweater too. Depending on Mandy's state of preparation she could use hair, make-up, or even clothing suggestions if it came to that, to get her friend to leave the room... or at least turn her back. Anything to buy time.
When Lacey re-entered the bedroom wearing only a carefully tucked terry cloth towel, she found all her plans were for naught. There on the bed was an entirely different outfit. She recognized the party dress immediately. A one-piece spaghetti strap number. The slip on dress had been a clubbing favorite; light and breezy, if a bit short, Lacey had wowed boys all summer and fall in it.
Mandy saw her eyeing up the dress, but missed the only partially hidden horror.
“Ta-dah!” She cheered, obviously proud of her selection. “I found you the perfect shoes to go with it too! You're going to love them!”
Lacey gave a fake nod of approval as Mandy held up a stunning pair of heels.
“We can put your hair up in a French braid and...”
Mandy continued, but Lacey wasn't really listening. Instead her head was going through mental calculations on just how full that dress had been cut. If memory served well... not full enough.
“Well, c'mon!” Mandy prodded, anxious to work her magic. “Trevor and Todd are going to be here in less than an hour.”
Lacey's eyes widened at the news.
“The guys are coming tonight?”
Mandy waved off Lacey's concern.
“Oh yeah, Trevor called while you were in the shower. He wanted to change our date to tonight because he had to work Friday, but I told him you were over, and well, I wound up talking to Todd too and its a double date! Can you believe it?”
Lacey truly couldn't.
“I knew you wouldn't be caught dead in a club wearing that crappy outfit so I picked something else out for you. Matches pretty well don't you think?”
Mandy did a bouncy little pirouette.
Lacey had to admit that their dresses would be a perfect match. That is, if she could wear hers.
“Looks good.”
“Good?” Mandy froze, shooting Lacey a look. “I'll have you know I look smokin' in this.”
She certainly did look better in the dress than the last time she'd worn it. The workouts were really paying off. Lacey held up her hands in defeat.
“Ok! Ok! You win. You look hot.”
That seemed to appease Mandy.
“Just make sure Trevor has a bib handy. Don't want him drooling all over it.”
Lacey used Mandy's mirth over the comment to scoot over to the bed. Strategically untucking the towel, she lowered herself to the mattress; bare bum on the comforter. Lacey was prepared to let the terry cloth fall onto her lap at a moment's notice. Now all she needed was another quick distraction.
“I think you should wear a belt with that outfit, though.” she said thoughtfully, while gesturing to a small rack by the closet. “It'll highlight your new waist.”
Mandy considered the suggestion. Certainly when she'd bought the dress, the undefined waist had been a strong selling point. Now, minus nine pounds she just might be able to pull it off.
Lacey saw the interest begin to pique.
“Try that thin black one.”
Mandy liked the idea and eagerly sought out the belt. Lacey, of course, sprung into action the second her friend's back was turned. In one fluid movement she picked up the dress, oriented it correctly and slipped it over her head. It only took a shake or two to get it flowing over her shoulders and breasts. When it reached her waist, Lacey stood up, letting the towel fall to the floor. A quick succession of tugs and the dress was on and positioned properly. Of course that didn't stop Lacey from adding a few more tugs to try and lower the hem as much as possible. Unfortunately here her options were limited, that is unless she wanted her boobs to pop out entirely. The dress was low cut enough as it was. Going braless only made the effect more daring.
Mandy picked up on that in an instant.
“You're going braless?”
It hadn't been Lacey's first choice, but Mandy didn't leave her with many. Then again, it wasn't the first time she'd gone that way. More than once she and Mandy had gone to parties “unsupported”.
Mandy looked in awe and jealousy at the way Lacey's nipples poked into the silky fabric.
“Why you little Hussy!” she chastened.
“You're just jealous because I can go this way and you can't.”
Mandy, who was suddenly tempted to pull the same stunt shot back;
“Who's to say I'm not going braless too?”
“Todd and I have been going out for three months, so I can get away with it. This is your first date with Trevor. You don't want him thinking you're that easy do you?”
She had a good point, not that Mandy could let her totally off the hook.
“No, I guess not.” She went back to fiddling with her belt, deciding to tighten it one more notch. “You're right, only one of us should look like a slut.”
“Hey!”
Mandy flashed her a wicked smile.
Lacey, of course was dying to look down. She only prayed the dress was looser than it felt. Her friend's proximity, however didn't provide any openings. Lacey had to endure shoe selections, necklaces, earrings, and other accouterments, all the while with no opportunity for anything other than a nervous tug or two on the dress' hem. Finally she had to resort to drastic measures.
“Uh, Mandy?” she said apologetically.
Mandy, who was in the middle of deciding between her favorite necklace and her mom's more demure gold one, stopped to look innocently at her friend.
“What?”
Lacey leaned closer, giving a little waving gesture in front of her face.
“Girl, you might uhm, want to use a little rinse.”
Mandy's well rouged face went pale in shock. She instinctively shot a hand up to her mouth and dashed off to the bathroom.
Lacey made the most of her limited time to inspect the fit of her dress. To her relief, it wasn't a total fashion disaster. Her overactive imagination had been running wild the last few minutes. As such she'd half expected her ass to be all but exploding from the light material. That it wasn't didn't mean she was entirely off the hook either.
Like the previous times Lacey had worn the dress, it lightly draped over her body, giving a sensuous aura. Something in the way it would slide over her nubile form with the slightest movement was extremely intoxicating... at least from the reactions she'd gotten that appeared to be the case. This would've been the case tonight except for her hips. Here it hugged her now obviously fuller curves. As such the dress didn't glide over her body as she moved, but was tugged and pulled by the restriction there. A totally different effect.
Desperate, Lacey struggled to gather enough material in her hands to try and loosen the fit. It was incredibly difficult to accomplish what with how slippery the fabric was, not to mention how snugly it clung to her. Lacey eventually did manage, and pulled as hard as she could.
Despite audible creaking from the seams, very little if any improvement was made. Lacey decided to give another try, but just then Mandy returned.
“Thanks girl, you're a lifesaver.”
She put a hand on Lacey's shoulder.
“Hey, we make quite a pair!”
Lacey put on her best game face.
“Better than any man deserves.”
“You got that right!”
Todd and Trevor arrived shortly after in Todd's Sebring. Since it was a first date for Mandy, the girls rode together in the back while the boys chatted up front. If things went well on the date, Mandy would let Trevor ride in the back with her. She hinted as much. Certainly if he had any brain at all Trevor would have picked up on her veiled comments... and would do his best to earn that ride back.
Club18 wasn't totally crowded, which gave some hope for finding a table or booth. Todd went off in search of either while Trevor did the gentlemanly task of collecting all their coats.
'Score one for Trev' thought Mandy as he took hers with a wink.
That left the girls to meet and greet, and perhaps find a way to worm in on a friend's booth should one not be open.
The music was loud, and despite it not being packed as usual, a large number of teens still filled the floor dancing and prowling. One such girl, probably of legal drinking age, bumped hip to hip into Lacey.
“Whoops! Sorry!” She shouted in way of apology.
Lacey waved back a “No harm done” gesture, as she took in the girl's figure. Woman would be a better term, as the busty female looked to be at least college age. No one Lacey knew was that big on top without being too big down below. She immediately felt jealous, and made a mental note to keep Todd as far away from her as possible.
Looking up, Lacey found her competition to be sizing her up as well. The newcomer seemed to spend added attention on Lacey's hips before delivering Lacey a wicked smile. For emphasis she swiveled her hips Lacey's way in an exaggerated motion.
Point taken.
Lacey turned away quickly and headed off after Mandy. She could just see her friend off to the right, talking with someone. Eager to put distance between herself and miss boobs, Lacey's progress was a bit less lady-like than usual.
“There you are!” She shouted, coming upon Mandy.
“Look who's here!” Mandy shouted back, tilting her head towards the person in question.
Lacey turned to face none other than Jennifer Backstrom. 'Gee Can the night get any better'
Jennifer did a none too quick once-over of Lacey as well, before introducing her date. “Jessie” was on break from the university and was visiting from out of town. Lacey nodded at his linebacker-like form then rolled her eyes at Mandy.
The two made a fake “Catch you later” and headed off in search of the boys.
Hopefully they found a booth.
Lacey in her eagerness to leave totally forgot to minimize exposure of her assets to Jennifer's piercing gaze. It was something the evil vixen took advantage of. And judging from the grin on her face, she wasn't nearly done with taking advantage of what she'd just discovered.
They found Trevor and Todd, but unfortunately the guys could only secure a table. Lacey had never given it any thought before, but tonight felt awfully exposed as she was with her back facing the crowds. The slimline chairs seemed designed to put her ass on display.
Despite this Lacey found herself getting lost in the conversation quickly enough and began to relax a little.
“I'm thirsty!” She ventured, after a few minutes of the usual date talk. “Let's get something to drink.”
“Todd already ordered.” Said Trevor, using the distraction to sidle a smidge closer to his date.
Mandy noticed, but pretended not to. So far he was passing with flying colors. 'He better keep his hands to himself though' she thought, warily. 'For now...'
The drinks did arrive in short order. Eagerly Lacey took a healthy sip of hers. All that talking over the noise was hell on her throat. 'Yuck What the hell' she thought disgustedly as the distinct flavor of Diet Coke flooded her tastebuds. Lacey hated Diet Coke. 'Why did Todd order me Diet Pop?' she thought.
Then it hit her.
'Is he trying to tell me something'
Lacey looked over to her boyfriend. Todd was busy laughing at some corny football related story Trevor was telling. 'Does he think I'm fat' The thought was enormously deflating to Lacey's ego.
Trevor nearly snorted soda through his nose at some of Trevor's anecdotes. The boy's timing for wisecracks was impeccable. Mandy too seemed to be enjoying his company even though the topic was mostly sports related. He looked to Lacey.
What he saw sobered him up. His girlfriend was obviously bothered by something. 'Guess I've been kind of neglecting her' he realized. Wanting to redeem himself, Todd quickly stood then rounded the table towards her. She looked up at him just as he kneeled down.
“C'mon lets dance.” He suggested, nodding towards the dance floor.
Lacey hesitated, but after some coaxing and a nuzzle to her cheek she acquiesced.
Though it was a faster beat, Todd managed to keep her close. It was an impromptu dance, but looked and felt right. Still, Lacey seemed distant, and more importantly, distressed.
“Hey, cheer up.” He said, lifting her chin with his finger. “You like this song.”
Lacey did, but didn't seem to be at this moment.
Todd had to implement serious measures, pulling away and doing his best Michael Jackson moves... which in truth were truly awful.
That brought about a smile.
Lacey dove into his arms once more, if anything just to get him to stop.
“That's better!” He shouted over the blaring music.
Lacey responded with that impossibly cute nose-crinkling smile of hers. Todd could literally feel her melt in response.
Another two fast beats followed which Lacey kept up with despite her complaining muscles. That workout earlier was just too much. Thus when a slow song came up it was with relief that she sagged back into Todd's strong embrace.
Todd was relieved as well. Sure he had enjoyed the way Lacey's unrestrained breasts jostled about during the other tunes, but to have those same assets pressing into his lower chest was just compensation indeed. Smiling, he drew her in closer.
A minute or two later and he became even more daring, allowing his hands to dip down to cup that fabulous ass of hers. What followed wasn't his usual devilish smile, but one of confusion as Todd felt his hands sink into the soft flesh found there. 'What the...' he thought, almost pulling his hands away in shock. He'd been expecting that same warm, firm ass Lacey had hypnotized him with from the first day he'd met her. Something was wrong.
Despite himself, Todd felt his fingers begin to knead Lacey's butt cheeks, amazed by their yielding softness. Gone was any trace of the usual athletic tone.
Just then he felt Lacey stiffen up, and pull away.
She'd been entranced by his strength and the gently swaying motion, thus hadn't realized what was happening right away. Todd's hands usually found their way there anyway so that wasn't what alerted Lacey to her dilemma. Only when she felt his strong fingers sink into her flesh did she realize. In fact her heart felt like it skipped a beat when Todd actually gathered some between his fingers as one would grab a roll of flab at their waist (Not that she'd ever had that problem)
'Oh my G-d' she thought, her mind barely able to comprehend her horror.
Unable to fully meet Todd's gaze, she gave a half apology and ran off towards the bathroom. Todd was left with a shocked expression and a remarkable view of her fuller butt cheeks quivering with each harried step. 'Damn even her thighs looked thick' he thought noting how the usual space between them had almost disappeared.
He waited diligently for ten long minutes outside the women's restroom for Lacey to reappear. When she did not, concern prompted him to seek out Mandy.
“What did you do?” She'd demanded, as concern turned to anger and back again.
Todd kind of flexed his hands in front of him, but couldn't begin to tell her what happened.
“Just check on her please?”
Mandy glared at him once more then went off in search of her friend.
Lacey didn't answer her first shout, but a familiar pair of black heels indicated she was hiding in the back stall; the handicapped one. It took some coaxing, but eventually her friend let her in.
“What's wrong?” Mandy asked.
Lacey looked up at her with tear filled eyes then let it all go, the weight she'd gained, the deteriorating fit of her clothes, Todd's discovery...
Mandy saw what she was talking about. Sitting on the seat as Lacey was, seemed only to accentuate the gain. It seemed totally unreal.
Finally Lacey was cried out.
“What am I going to do?”
Mandy took her hand and guided Lacey out of the stall.
“We'll get you through this, but first, let's get you fixed up.”
Lacey saw her reflection in the mirror. Her make-up was a wreck.
It was another good fifteen minutes before the girls emerged. Only after Mandy's best efforts to downplay how her ass looked in the dress, not to mention agreeing to get the guys to call it a night early, would the berieved girl agree to be lead out of the restroom. Mandy follwed Lacey through the crowd, often putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder whenever she would hesitate too long.
Following behind, however had its temptations, and Mandy found her eyes dipping down whenever she thought she could get away with it. 'Damn her ass really is bigger How could I have missed it before' Mandy allowed her gaze to rest there an uncomfortably long time entranced at how Lacey's rear would jiggle slightly as it swayed. The heels only seemed to accentuate both motions.
For some reason Mandy felt more excited at the prospect, than sorrow for her best friend.
Lacey, in the meantime seemed to know exactly what Mandy was up to, but felt too drained to react. With every step her mood and confidence plummeted further.
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