The evening was cool. Karen had just come out of the bathroom
and was in the process of closing her type 4 jeans zipper with
the help lf the pant-puller when she heard the distinctive sound
of a car coming around on the gravel driveway.
"Finally. Sandy is here with Lynda." she said to herslf
with a bit of anxiety. She looked out the window. Sandy was getting
out of the car, wearing type 3 jeans. What Lynda was wearing was
beyond type 1, even a "type -4" wouldn't fit the description:
baggy jeans! What an horror! She met them at the door.
"Hi Sandy, hello Lynda. How was the trip?"
"Very nice, thank you" said Lynda, a little shy. Sandy
was wiggling her back trying to get the suitcases out of the trunk
of the car, balancing on her high heels. She go out, first, a
small suitcase that Karen recognised as Sandy's, followed by a
huge one. Lynda went to give her a hand.
"What the hell is in this thing?" asked Karen.
"My clothes for the weekend" said Lynda.
"Your what? All this for 2 days?"
Sandy put down the suitcase with a sigh of releif. Lynda grabbed
it.
"I told you I was accepting your invitation because I really
need to decompress, and a few days out of the city seemed like
a good idea. That and the fact that my sister..." she looked
at her with dark eyes "... annoyed me for the past month
about coming here. But since I know a lot about your lifestyle
and what you did to her the first time she came here, I came prepared.
I have 10 pair of pants in there. There's no way you're gonna
have an 'accident' with all of them. I told you, I will not wear
tight jeans."
Sandy looked at her, displeased.
"Lynda. That's not a way to greet someone. Okay, you don't
like tight jeans. That's not a reason for being rude. I told you
that we would not try to trick you. Don't you beleive me?"
"I'm sorry. As for beleiving in you, I'm not so sure about
that... but I'll try."
Karen then knew how tough it was going to be. The plan she had
would work anyways, but she wonder if it was such a good idea,
giving the attitude of Lynda. "The futur will tell"
she thought to herself.
She helped the two sisters get in the house and get set for the
evening. Lying around, in front of the fireplace, reading magazines.
Of course "Denim Living Style", her own, was all over
the place. Lynda had a look to a few articles.
"I don't get it" she said. "How come people can
actually like being squeezed into a corset like piece of clothing
like that. I mean, it's a hassle to put on, difficult to breath,
sit and walk, and on top of that, you add high heels. How comfortable
can that really be?"
"That's the whole point" answered Karen. "It's
not comfort we're after, but pleasure, at leaste at first."
"After a while" continued Sandy "you're so hooked
on that feeling of tightness that when you release it, you feel
down, like nothing, or no one is holding you. Don't you like the
tight embrace of a man?"
"Yes, I do, but that's not the same."
"You're right, that's not the same but quite similar."
"And for the heels. It hurts, hard to walk in. How can you
get pleasure from that?"
"It's because of the way... it's hard to explain. You have
to try it to really understand it..."
"Oh no. No way. I won't try it. I knew you were going to
try to trick me. I've been here for 2 hours, and you already tried.
I think coming here was a bad idea after all."
"Trick you?" said Karen? "There's about 100 different
magazines. About 30 of those are about tight jeans. You had 70
others to pick, but you picked one of mine, you read the articles,
you started discussing about the subject. Of course it's all fashion
magazines, that's my/our business, " she said, waving at
Sandy. "I admit, our fashion styles are not the big designer
trend, but it's fashion anyways. It's no different than dresses
or skirts. If you..."
"Karen, " said Sandy with a soft voice "Don't get
that upset, please."
"I... I'm sorry, it has been a rough week. I think it's time
for me to go to bed. If you'll excuse me. Since the rooms are
on the second floor, you can stay up if you want, it won't disturb
me. Again, Lynda, I'm sorry."
Karen went upstairs, twisting her bottom to get her leg high enough
to climb each step. Then, the sound of the clicking heels were
heard until she reached the bedroom.
"I'm sorry Sandy"
"Don't be, Lynda. Tomorrow it will be forgotten."
"Mabe I should get to bed too. It's hard to stay in the bed
early in the morning when the birds songs wake you up."
"You're right."
Karen went to sleep, thinking about her plans for the next day.
Again, she had her doubts, following the night's discussion. But
then again, it was too late.
There was no way for her to stop it.
The sun was raising over the lake. A small band of fog was
still floating on the water. Ducks were quacking along the shores.
"Wow! What a view! What a smell!"
"Hi Lynda. How was your night?"
"Quite good actualy. Slept like a baby."
Karen couldn't miss the way that Lynda was looking at her stretch
denim suit.
"You... you slept in that suit?"
"This? Yes. That's my pyjamas."
Sandy showed up in a similar outfit. Lynda looked down. She was
feeling out of the crowd. Following what happened the night before,
she was not going to say anything about it, but she was getting
intrigued by the lifestyle. Always the feeling of a tight embrace
she remembered Sandy saying.
"So, what's the plans for the day. Anything specific?"
"Well, what I have in mind, since it's going to be a terrific
weekend, is to go up the mountain, and spend the night there,
camping, by the river. What do you say?"
"Looks like a long hike" said Sandy. "It must take
most of the day just to get there."
"If we were going by foot, yes, but we're not." She
pointed at a diffuse form, under a big canvas. "That's my
jeep. Or what's left of it. Only the frame, the engin and 4 seats.
I use it to go around. With it, it's about two hours to go at
the camping site. We can go after lunch, sleep there, and come
back here tomorrow late morning. What do you say?"
Sandy and Lynda looked at each others "Sounds fun" said
Lynda. "Let's do it. But I do not have a tent."
"I have everything. We'll each have our own tent."
The rest of the morning was spend to pack what was needed. After
lunch, Sandy looked at Karen.
"What should I wear? Do we have a lot of hiking?"
"No. Not much, unless you plan to walk up the river in the
cascades. As for my part, I'll wear type 3."
"Really? Well, I'll do the same. And I assume wedge platforms?"
"Yep. That oughta do it."
It was a bumpy ride up the hill. They even had to get out and
push a small tree out of the way. Once on the spot, Karen parked
the jeep on the side of the trail.
"There's a flat terrain about 30 meters in this direction.
We'll set-up the camp there."
They carried all the gear at the spot, setup the tents and made
a fire. They spent the rest of the afternoon walking around. The
sights of the river was splendid. Lynda and Sandy ventured on
the rocky shore. At one point, Sandy loose foot with her wedge
platforms. Lynda didn't exactly helped her the way Sandy expected,
but rather by pushing her in the water. Sandy got out soaking
wet. It wasn't long before Sandy pulled Lynda in with her. Karen
looked at the scene with a smile. "Good, her defenses are
weakening. The plan should work."
They spent the evening at the fire, toasting marshmallows. Sandy
had changed to her spare pants, and the wet ones were hanging
close to the fire.
Then they went to sleep.
A loud roar, and the sound of branches breaking put the three
women out of their sleep. Sandy got out of her tent first.
"A bear! Quick. Let's get out!"
In an instant, the two other women were out of the tent and fleeing
in the woods. They looked with amazement as the big black bear
stomped their tent, tearing them apart.
"It's looking for food" whispered Karen.
The bear teared up the first two tents, pushing Sandy's jeans,
that were still hanging close to the fire, into the still hot
burned wood. Within a few seconds, they caught fire.
"Great! not I'm out of spare jeans!" said Sandy out
loud. The bear stopped, just before reaching Karen's tent and
looked in their direction.
"Oops" she said... "Mabe if we scream, it will
get afraid".
She didn't let time to the others to think. She got out of their
hiding and yelled her lungs out, immediately joined by the two
other women. The bear fled down the hill. The women had a nervous
laugh... until they heard a strange sound.
"Oh no" said Karen. "The jeep!"
They ran down to the trail to find the bear fleeing from the jeep.
Karen had a look at it. She picked a bunch of wires from the engine,
exposed to the air.
"Seems we'll have to walk back. I don't know much about mechanics,
but this is not the way it usually is. Lets go back to the camp
site and see what we have left."
It was devastating. Sandy's tent was gone. The same with Lynda's.
Worse, her clothes bag was all torn out. She stand there, in underware.
"I have nothing to wear. That beast destroyed everything,
including my 2 pairs of spare pants. Sandy, do you have somehting
left?"
"Well, I had one spare pair of pants, who is now burning.
My spare shirt seems to be okay though."
"How about you, Karen?"
"Seems he only crashed the tent while fleeing. Except for
the tent itself, I have everything. Looks like I'm the lucky one...
then again, there's the jeep."
"So, " said Lynda "We're all stranded nak... hey!
How come you're all dressed up? Don't tell me you slept that way?"
"What do you expect, " said Sandy. "you've seen
our pyjamas. There's not enough space to wiggle our ways in and
out of these tight outfits in that small tent. So, yes, we slept
all dressed up. That's not the first time we do it. Each time
we go camping for only one night, we don't bring pyjamas, only
spare clothes."
"I... I'm sorry. There's a lot about your lifestyle I don't
know. So, I'm the only one naked here. Anyone left with spare
clothes?"
Karen looked down.
"Well, seems that I do, but..."
"Let me guess. Tight jeans and high heels, right?"
"Well, you guessed it. We're about the same size, and what
I've bring for spare jeans are type 2, so less tight than these.
Try them if you want. As for the shoes, it's wedge platforms."
"I don't have much choice, don't I."
"You could always walk down in your underwear. No one will
see you anyways."
"Yeah, and be eaten alive by the moskitos. No thanks. If
I haven't seen the bear of my own eyes, I'd say it's a setup,
that you tricked me... Okay, hand me those jeans..." she
said with a sigh.
Karen got the jeans and a light blue long sleeved stretch denim
bodysuit out of her bag and handed them to Lynda. "If you
need a hand, just ask me" said Sandy.
Lynda sat on what was left of her tent and put on first the denim
body suit that fit her very tightly.
"Gee," she said, stretching it to remove the wrinkles
"I'm tempted to say that it was made to measure for me."
"That's because it's stretch" said Karen.
Then she went on with the jeans. They were going to be a tight
fit.
"You're sure this is loose fitting?" asked Lynda.
"Well, for me" said Karen. "It's hard to tell since
you always wear baggy clothes, but you seemed to have a body shape
close to mine."
"Well, I guess not" said Lynda, pulling as hard as she
could on the jeans.
"Mabe they will go easier if you get up.
Karen looked at Lynda with a comprehensive look. They both helped
Lynda to go in. Without her knowing, they almost made the same
effect as the pant puller. Next, there was the zipper to do.
"There's no way it's going to close. I think I'll keep them
this way."
She reached for a piece of rope and put it in the belt loops before
knotting it in front. She had her thighs tightly enclosed in the
pants, but the top of the jeans was wide open, giving her the
look of an overstuffed saussage of which the skin was punctured.
Neither Karen or Sandy pushed her to close the zipper. It will
come in time. Next came the shoes. Having never wore high heels
before, it was a balancing act for Lynda. She looked at Sandy,
furious. "That's not the weekend I had planned... I feel
completely stupid"
They wandered around, picking up the pieces, then started back
toward the house, a 5 hours hike! Just before going, Karen had
a quick look around. There, amids the threes, in a little recess,
she could see the face of a man, and what seem like a lump of
black fur by his side. She smiled, and secretly waved at him.
He waved back and went, followed by a black bear.
After 15 minutes of walking, Lynda was pesting.
"I can't walk with the jeans like this! They keep falling
down."
"The only way for them to stay up is to close them"
said Sandy.
Lynda was boiling.
"Okay. Lets try it".
Karen and Sandy grabbed again the jeans and pulled them up as
high as it would go, then sandy grabbed the sides while Karen
took hold of the zipper, but in a way that Lynda was unable to
see, so she could use the special hook to pull it up. After all,
type 4 jeans don't go on that easy. It was a struggle, but they
managed to do it. Once done, Lynda stayed there, panting.
"That's awfully tight. I can't breath."
"Don't worry, you'll get use to it in a few minutes. Do you
think you can walk now? We still have a long road in front of
us."
"Yes, I can. Just give me 5 minutes so I get used to this."
They waited for her, looking at her, but looking like they were'nt
looking at her. (or something like that). Lynda was walking in
circles, rubbing her hands along her thighs and buns. At one point
her right hand even reached the crotch but quickly widthdraw.
Whispering, Karen said to Sandy "are you sure you didn't
game me measurements too small? These are very tight, even for
type 4".
"I can't say" whispered back Sandy with a smile. After
close to 10 minutes, Sandy broke the silence.
"Ready to go? Better go in front, so if you fall, we'll be
able to catch you... Just a precaution."
"Heu... yeah, yes." said Lynda, lost in her thoughts.
So they went. Lynda in front, followed by Sandy and Karen. At
first, Lynda was walking slowly, after putting her hand on her
thighs or her bottom. It was a new training learning to walk with
the hips locked. She had seem to adapt pretty well to the high
heels too. After about an hour, she stopped.
"I can't continue like that."
"Why? What's wrong? Are you hurting?" asked Sandy.
Lynda turned around and put her hands in her crotch.
"Hurt? no, but so hot, I'm wetting the pants. How can you
walk in these and keep calm? Darn I'm horny right now!"
Sandy and Karen looked at each others. They had expected her to
like it, but not that much... not on the first try anyway...
