First Published, nov 11, 1999, The Jeans Fetish Forum Webzine Section.
" Ah... The perfect jeans chase again" Thought Karen
upon entering the small remote town. She has been looking for
the perfect pair for a long time, and were never able to find
THE perfect pair of tight jeans. They were too tight at the waist,
and not enough at the hips, or too tight at the thighs, and not
enough at the waist, or too narrow at the bottom. Never perfect.
And they were rarely tight enough, and when they were, the zipper
will break, or the seam will rip-off.
She parked the van, and got out. Only a few people here and there
on the sidewalks.
Today, as always, she was wearing jeans tight enough to attract
attention, especially in small village like this one, but, surprisingly,
that didn't seem to be the case. It was almost like they didn't
care, or that they've seen a lot of woman wearing jeans that tight.
She stopped on front of the store. "The Jeans Emporium".
Sounds kind of flashy, she thought. She had seen a small ad in
the newspaper about that store. She found it odd, since it was
about 500km away from the city where the newspaper was printed.
Not exactly a regional thing.
She made sure her light blue cotton-lycra halter top was well
in place, looked down at her heeled shoes, and opened the door
of the small boutique.
A young girl was getting out. Karen evaluated her age at 16, no
more. She was wearing a very tight pair of acid-wash jeans, and
she was defenitely learning to walk in those. But she had a very
large smile on her face. She noded Karen on the way. Karen responded
the same.
"Her first pair" said a woman from the back of the store.
"Sorry?" said Karen.
"That her first pair of tight jeans. Her mom would not allow
it until she reached 16. Today is her birthday. She's 16."
"She looks quite happy", said Karen.
"She sure is" said the lady. "She's a true wearer.
She knows what it is, and she likes it."
Karen had a look at the lady. Stretch long sleeve shirt, platform
running shoes, but looked like they had a 4 inches heel elevation,
and a pair of very tight dark blue jeans.
"And how may I help you, Karen" she said with a soft
voice.
"Well, I read an ad about your store in a news... Hey, how
do you know my name?"
"We know a lot of things Karen."
"Do you know why I'm here?"
"But of course, since we made it happen. But you have to
tell us to get it."
"We? Us? Who are You?"
"We'll keep it to a bunch of people dedicated into making
others happy. But that's not important. Not for now anyways. Now,
tell me what you're here for." she said without loosing her
warm smile.
"Err, well... Oh, what the hell. I'm here to get a pair of
the Perfect Tight Jeans. The ones that will be awfully tight,
evenly from the thighs to the waist, that will not break apart,
and that will not hurt, that will make me look great. The Perfect
Pair that I will want to wear all the time, and never want to
take off."
"Well, that was easy, wasn't it?" said the lady with
an broad smile. "Let me go check if we have a pair in your
size" she said before disappearing behing a curtain.
Karen stood there, startled. Where had all that she just said
came from. She never meant to say that. Yes, it was how she felt,
but she just wanted to ask for a pair of tight fitting jeans.
She never intended to spill her guts like that.
The lady came back with a pair of faded blue jeans, and handed
them to Karen.
"Wow, said Karen while taking them. They feel heavy."
"Don't worry about that" said the lady. "Why don't
you go try them" she said, pointing at one of the dressing
rooms.
Karen went and came back a few minutes later.
"Well, the length and waist are okay, but they are way too
lose" she said, shaking the loose denim hanging from each
side of her hips. "I think you misunderstood. I would like
to have TIGHT jeans, more like the one I was wearing when I came
in, or the ones you're wearing"
"You're wearing the same model I am" said the lady.
"It's just that they haven't been activated yet".
"Activated? What are you talking about?"
"Come here", she said, while getting a piece of paper
out of a drawer. "Sign this, and the jeans are yours."
Karen looked at the paper. It was filled up with texte from an
alphabet she haven't seen before.
"I won't sign this. I don't know what it means. Are you making
fun of me or what? Listen, I came here for a pair of tight jeans..."
"No you haven't" cut the lady, strong and hard. "You
came here for The Perfect Pair of Very Tight Jeans. Do you want
it? If yes, sign this, and I'll explain everything after. If not,
give me back the pants and get out. But you will never be able
to change your mind and come back. This is your one and only chance."
Karen looked at the paper, let out a shigh and picked the pen.
"I hope I won't get myself in any tro... what the heck is
going on?"
As soon as she had signed the form, the jeans started to contract,
getting tighter and tighter. She felt them compress her waist,
hips and thighs, like if they were in a vise.
"Oh my god! That's..."
When she couldn't stand it, the compression stopped. Karen stood
there panting, eyes out. She looked at the lady who was repressing
a laugh.
"Satisfied?" she asked with a smile.
"Y... Yes" panted Karen, looking for air. "What
happened? How is this possible?"
"I'm unauthorized to give any answer for that. All I can
say is that the jeans will react to exactly what your subconscient
wants, and you'll be surprise to what it want sometimes."
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll learn as you'll wear them."
"How much will all this cost me? Mabe I can't afford it."
"Oh yes you can, and you just paid for it, when you signed
the paper. As a matter of fact, you're going to pay for it for
the rest of your life."
"What? How much? I refuse. I want to cancel that... whatever
I signed"
"First of all, Karen, that's impossible. And second of all,
it's not gonna cost you any money. In fact, you might as well
save some, since you won't have to, or rather won't want to buy
any other jeans ever. We don't want money. We thrive on emotions.
On emotions of pleasure. What you signed stated that you will
give us a small amount of your pleasure in exchange for our services.
You see, you didn't find us, we made you come. We know that you
will feel enough pleasure wearing these that even if you give
us some of it, you won't be affected. Now, go on with your life,
and enjoy it as much as possible. And don't worry about the jeans,
you will never wear them out. Goodbye Karen. Nice knowing you."
The lady went back behind the curtain. Karen followed her a few
seconds later, but there was nobody. The small back room was empty,
and there was no other door. She came back in the store, back
to the dressing room. She put on her high heels back, picked up
her old jeans, and froze.
"Hey. Those are so tight, I shouldn't have been able to bend
to get the shoes, yet I was able... How can..."
She tried to bend down again, but was restrained by the tight
jeans. She was limited to the movements jeans that tight would
allow. "The jeans will do whatever my subconscient wanted"
she thought. "This is weird.
She got out of the store, and back into her van. Again, the jeans
worked to let her sit, always keeping the right amount of pressure,
so that she's able to do what she has to do, with the maximum
of pleasure.
She drove off. A few kilometers away, she has a thought. "How
can I reach them if anything happens?". She turned around
and headed back for the village. When she reached it, there was
nothing. Just a field, no house, no people, and no jeans store.
She got the roadmap she had to guide her to the village, but it
wasn't on the map anymore. And the ad on the newspaper? Replaced
by a real estate ad. Was it just a dream? A look at her tightly
enclosed legs gave the answer. She drove away.
"That can be very interesting" she thought. "I
only wish my red leather jeans were that tight". Then she
heard some kind of creaky noise, and felt something on her legs.
She looked down and almost drove off the road. The denim jeans
were replaced by bright and siny red leather jeans, just as tight.
She drove back home. On the walk from the van to her house, there
was a small wind chill. She took her denim jacket that was laying
in the van and put it on.
"All that would be missing now, is a jacket that would go
along with those pants." she said to herself.
On the front porche, there was a box in brown paper wrapping.
The return address stated "The Jeans Emporium". She
rushed in the house, and opened the box. Inside, was a small paper.
"We forgot this..." and in the box, a denim jacket.
Karen put it on, and it compressed her to perfection before changing
to leather, like the pants. Karen was enjoying every moment of
it. She "tried" a few models, thinking of them, and
the pants took the apprpriate properties; denim, leather, cotton,
pvc, thick lycra, latex, she even tried steel, but that was way
too stiff... although interesting. Then a sexy thought... How
about the tight denim with a vibrating crotch?
Her eyes rolled out as she let herself down on the bed.
Somewhere, in the vast univers, a species of aliens were receiving a big load of emotion rush... And everyone was happy.
Pete
Sept 9, 1999