« Mabe we should sit down » suggested Karen. They
all agreed. Lynda headed for a small boulder, sticking out of
the side of the trail. She sat on it, but the jeans being so tight,
her hips and waist were unable to bend enough, and she ended up,
flat on her back, behind the boulder, legs up on it.
« Are you okay » asked anxiously Sandy. Lynda put
a hand on her crotch.
« Geech... Euh.. yes, I'm fine. I think I'll just lie here
for a few minutes, if you don't mind. »
« No, not at all » answered Karen.
« What type are these jeans anyways? »
« Type 4 » said Sandy.
« And what exactly is that? »
« That's the tightest possible jeans, ultra-heavyweight
denim with seams reinforced with kevlar. »
« Tightest possible hey? Well, they sure are. But they fit
so... well. How come? Are we so alike? » she asked Karen.
« Well, we now have to be honest » said Karen. «
Yes, you've been tricked. Sandy gave me your measurements and
I had the jeans tailored according to our standards. »
« My measurements? How did you get them? » she asked
Sandy.
« Well, I know you often have made to measure clothes, so
I called your seamstress and... »
« That's why she took all those measurements a few weeks
ago. She said that it was for a new software that needed as much
details as possible to construct the virtual body. That was all
for your little plan, right? »
« Yes » said Sandy « and if you want to kick
someone's butt for putting you through all this, it's me. I'm
the one who asked Karen to help me. »
« Well, let me tell you something, sister. I would really
like to kick you in the butt... but I can't move... Hey! What
about the bear attack? »
« Faked » said Karen. « It's an old friedly
circus bear, owned by one of my good friend close neighbor. »
« So the car isn't broken right? It was again part of the
setup... »
« So you would walk in the jeans and heels. »
« That means that we can walk back and take it to go home,
right? »
« Yes » said Karen « in about an hour, we can
be back at the camp site, and take the jeep back home. Otherwise,
Dany will bring it back tonight. You want to go back to the jeep?
»
Lynda didn't answered. She simply closed her eyes and put her
hands on her crotch, slowly rubbing it. Karen make a wink to Sandy,
and they silently moved away, leaving Lynda to her thoughts. They
sat facing the other way, looking down at the river. A few minutes
later, Lynda joined them, kneeling between the two woman.
« So, going? I'm ready. »
« Not too mad? I mean, you can stay here, we'll go get the
jeep, and pick you up on the way back. »
« Nah. Actually, it's rather... humm... interesting. Lets
walk. »
Karen and Sandy headed back for the jeep.
« Hey! Where are you going? »
« The jeep is in this direction » said Karen.
« Yes, I know » said Lynda « but I said that
I wanted to walk... in this direction » she said pointing
toward the summer house.
« It's a 4 hours hike from here, you realize that? »
« Yes Sandy, I do. Let's play this little game up to the
end, shall we? The jeep is unusable, so let's walk. »
Sandy and Karen did a double take. That was totally unexpected.
« you're sure Lynda? I mean, you were so radical about all
that tight jeans and high heels thing. »
« Well, Sandy. I have to make up my mind. You always told
me why don't you try it before saying that it's no good. Well,
I'm trying it. I'll make up my mind at the end of the weekend.
Actually, you should be happy. »
« I am! It's just not the way I've pictured how things would
happen. »
« Bah, come on! »
Lynda opened the walk, now taking real joy at the feeling of the
jeans, and not hiding it, but rather experience it to the fullest.
She kept rubbing her buns, thighs and crotch all the way to the
house. Once inside, she collapsed on the living room rug, in front
of the fireplace.
« I'm exhausted. My hips are killing me. My feet are killing
me. And I'm dying... to have sex! If a man happens to walk by,
he's mine. ALL MINE! »
Lynda, Karen and Sandy had a good laugh.
« Now what » asked Lynda.
« You're gonna have to take them off. Unless you want to
take a shower with them on. »
« That's an interesting idea, Sandy. But I think it's enough
for one day. »
She reached for the button, which was undone quite easily, then
the zipper who opened with a pop, her stomach exploding out.
« Wow! Hey, I can breath again (laugh). »
Sandy helped Lynda get out of the jeans, damped by the perspiration
of the long walk. The imprints of all the seams could clearly
be seen on her legs and waist. Lynda slowly rubbed them with the
tip of her fingers. « Cool! ».
In the meantime, Karen had taken a shower and was coming out of
the bathroom, wearing only her clear platforms and underware,
made of stretch denim.
« Next! »
Lynda jumped up and made her first few steps, on her tiptoes.
« woah.. I guess I got used to the high heels. »
« I have an old pair of clear platforms, like these, under
the sink in the bathroom if you want. »
Lynda had a look at Karen's feet and then went on, not saying
a word.
« What do you think » asked Sandy.
« I think we have a new beleiver. But I must say that I
was far from expecting this kind of reaction. Are you sure you
know your sister well? »
« I'm asking myself the same question, Karen. The s.a.m.e.
question. »
Lynda came out a while later, wearing a tower around her body,
and the clear platform heels.
« Kinda tricky to take a shower in these, especially since
they're a wee bit too small. Got anything in my size? And another
pair of jeans? »
Karen and Sandy looked at each other.
« To be honest, Lynda » said Karen « We haven't
expect you to take it that way. We were more anticipating a rejection
from your part. So, as far as the clothing is concert, all we
have in your size are the jeans, shoes and body suit you wore
down the mountain. And they need to be wash, and I don't have
a washing machine. »
« I can wash them by hand » said Lynda, while picking
up the pieces of clothing. « It's only 14 :00 (2pm), the
sun will dry them out. I'll take care of it. »
She headed back to the bathroom, closed and locked the door before
Sandy could say a word about her turn in the shower.
Once inside, Lynda proceeded to put back on the stretch denim
bodysuit, then the jeans. But tight and damp as they were, she
was unable to manage alone. She didn't want to ask for help. While
putting back the clear platforms, she noticed the pant puller.
She quickly figured out how to use it and got the jeans pulled
on and fastened. « I'm gonna have to get one of those »
she thought. Then it was back to the shower. Well, she had to
wash the clothes, didn't she...
She got out in the living room half an hour later, fully dressed,
dripping on the floor.
« Sorry, I dried myself as much as I could, but the jeans
absorbed too much water. I'm gonna go lie under the sun for it
to dry, if you don't mind. »
Karen and Sandy dropped their jaw on the floor. Sandy headed for
the bathroom for a much needed shower, but was shaking her head
in disbeleif. « This is my sister? » she said outloud?
In the meantime, Lynda was laying on the lawnchair, letting the
sun dry her tightly enclosed body. What she didn't thought about,
is that drying that way, the jeans were going to... shrink...
even tighter.
She was enjoying being heated, dried and compressed, all at the
same time. She had been laying on her stomach for 10 minutes.
She heard some muffled sounds coming from the house, but didn't
gave it much thoughts. She turned to face the sun, stretching
her arms and putting her hands behind her neck. She slowly raised
and lower her waist, feeling the gentle rubbing of the tight denim
on her, a warm feeling englobing her body. A shadow covered her.
Not remembering seeing any clouds just a few minutes earlier,
she opened her eyes, expecting to find Karen or Sandy bent over
her. What she saw was a black clad lady.
«Hi. Who ar... »
She didn't had time to finish her phrase. The black lady slapped
a piece of tape on Lynda's mouth, and before she could react,
had grabbed her hands and tied them in her back with tape.
« Shut up! Now move! » she said while dragging Lynda
back in the house. She had a glimps of her abductor : a tall woman,
wearing a very tight black leather suit. At first, she thought
it was still part of the game played on her earlier so she followed
without resistance. But when, inside the house, she could see
Karen and Sandy in the same predicament, bound on the floor, with
a really « afraid » look on their faces, she realized
there was more to the story...
