An Interesting Discussion

Saved this off the old Artifice Exposed group many years ago.

Been a long time since we just had a plain simple article.

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Hi Sue! I've been "caught" lots of times over the years, but one instance was pretty embarrassing in particular when I think back! I've worn falsies and padded bras since my teens and I'm 41 now so it's a pretty natural thing for me. One day a couple of years ago my husband and I were at the beach on holidays just soaking up the sun at a resort. Aside from not having even the beginnings of boobs I do have a nice slender body and nice legs etc so I wear fairly brief two piece bathing suits. My nipples are quite low and wide apart on my chest so the lower band of my top is normally just below them, and my "falsie boobs" sit somewhat higher. Well, we had met another really nice couple in the hotel while we were there and this day they had run across us and stopped to talk as we layed back on the lounge chairs. They were only there for about 5 minutes, but when they left I relized that my right "boob" had worked it's way up over my nipple, and left it bared to whoever wanted to check it out! Must have been quite the site for our friends - my tiny nipple, no boob at all, and a nicely filled top above it! My husband and I got a real laugh out of it but I was VERY embarrassed because they knew my secret, especially because we spent more time with them while we were there and I noticed more than once that they checked out the nice pointed 34-B's filling out my top knowing they were fake! How about you, Sue? Anyone else? 

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Karen: I know how you felt. Check my posts in "What I Learned". I know that there have been other instances when you could look down inside my bra or swim suit top. I have accepted that it is impossible to keep the fact that I wear falsies a secret at all times. I just like the way I look and figure that if I'm happy then I don't care if someone knows and thinks any the worse of me. I am very flat and would have no figure at all if I didn't wear padding of some sort. I think that by being worried if someone can tell I'm wearing falsies there is a much greater chance that someone will find out. I've had my suit pull up so that my nipples just showed at the bottom of the band. That happens mostly when I am sunning on my back. It also happens with my bras because I don't have anything to hold my bra down. The real problem there is that the top gaps open because if it rides up the straps don't hold my bra against my chest. I've had my falsies start to sneak out and they are very visible if you could look down inside my sweater or blouse. I've accepted these times as part of my life with padding. 

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I know what you mean about "living with being flat and wearing falsies" My husband has always liked me to dress sexy, and I admit I like doing it too, but I've always been paranoid about wearing tops that someone could easily see down and see that it was very obvious that there was nothing inside my bra but the falsies.Even if the cups of your bra stay against your chest it's obvious you're flat because the cups just stick out from your chest and there's no curves at all above them. The cups of my bras ALWAYS fall away from my chest (I check ALL the time in front of the mirror!)and I've given up on trying to stop this.Although I don't wear tops right up to my neck, I don't wear really low-cut ones either, but Bob likes the tops I wear and I feel good about that. I don't doubt that my secret's been found out more than once, but if they don't like it they don't have to look! I'm sure that a few eyes have glanced into the loose armholes of my summer tops too where it's pretty obvious I'm wearing a lot of padding in my bra. 

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Karen: I like to wear looser tops in the summer and I know it is possible to see inside them either through the arm holes of down the neck. I've even used fabric glue to tack the edges of my falsies into my bra so they wouldn't stick out. It ruins the foam pads because they rip off small pieces when I take them out. I don't do that any more and just keep my straps tight. The arm hole problem one I haven't completely solved yet. I can't find a bra that holds close on the sides and I'm so slender that my falsies hold my bra out slightly away from my chest. I've looked in the mirror and held my elbow up and you can look inside my bra and see the pads. I do have some stretch tricot fabric bras that tend to stay closer to my body, but you can see the my falsies through them so I'm not sure that is any better. I also wear padded bras with my falsies in them and that seems to be the best at concealing my secret. I pad from nothing to a 34B and Maidenform and Olga padded bras are my choice.

The Insider - Chapter 2

Bill sat his desk and thought about Lori strutting around her office and all the things that were probably being whispered by the women who Lori was trying so hard to out do.  They must know, he thought to himself, it figured that they would. If Lori was wearing her girdle because it made her ass look nicer, than it follows that someone must be looking at it.  That was reasonable to assume. Lori herself must feel the that the women she works with are looking close enough at her bum that she needs to improve the way it looks with the girdle, other wise why wear it? It certainly wasn't for Bill. He'd never given her any indication that he had any particular desire for her to wear it. Granted he had supported and encouraged the idea in his own particular way, but Lori had come up with the idea herself, and for the most part her motivation was how the other women at work saw her, not Bill's attitudes about it.

                No, Bill thought, it wasn't for him but rather for some group of prying eyes that Lori felt existed at the office that she needed to be ready for. It was those eyes Bill was counting on. If Lori was right and they did exist, then those same eyes would undoubtedly uncover all of Lori's phony attempts to fool them. Bill would help that along of course to his great pleasure and satisfaction. It would be because of Lori's attempts at deception that the 'lookers' would show her no pity, the laughter would be real. Bill was counting on it but did it really exist? What if it only exist in Lori's mind? This was a possibility that Bill was all too afraid of.  What if  all his efforts were in vein. What if no one knew or cared that Lori's great looking boobs were falsies, or that her buns of steel were really buns of lycra spandex, or that her golden locks slept on a foam head instead of Lori's? If that were the case than everything would be different.

There was a time when those things themselves turned Bill on. Back then, girlfriends would dress in  falsies or a girdle for his pleasure. It was wonderful to be touching and examining them close at hand as Bill fed on the visual images of  a tightly girdled backside and mercilessly pushed up boobs in satin, falsie stuffed Wonderbras. But those days were past, and so were those girls.  It was a surprised to Bill that such images would lose power over him, he hadn't expected that, and as that drive faded so did his interest in those women  But he soon came to the realization of what it was that truly fueled his desires. It was the exposure of such things. It was hearing and seeing the laughter of other women who turned the tables on the phony. It was something that couldn't be replicated in a bedroom by a girlfriend that only wore a padded bra to bed as a prop. There was no real emotion because it wasn't really her bra, it was essentially Bill's. Bought for him, and worn for him, to simulate what the phony girls look like when they take their shirts off. The girdles, squeezed into only to show what a girl who really wears one looks like when putting it on, and what she looks like under her sexy skirt, but without the phony attitude to go with it. Bill could never ask these girls why they wear it. He could never watch them in front of the mirror examining themselves and smiling with the results of their deception. He could never expose them and see and hear the laughter of other women because these girls weren't really phonies. They didn't misrepresent their figures to the real world, and it was exposing that misrepresentation and feeding on the ensuing reaction that got Bill out of bed every morning.



That's what made Lori different, she was a real phony. The oxy-moron coined by Bill and discussed only with himself, became the focus of a life quest: To find a 'Real-Phony'.  His obsession with Lori beginning the moment he saw her at  the bar at Diego's with friends having an after work Margarita. It was the flash of shiny beige on her thigh that caught Bills eye, peeking out from under her tight black skirt. It had felt like nothing Bill had ever felt before, like winning the lottery, or discovering who shot John Kennedy. There was this blonde bombshell and she was wearing a girdle.  It had been almost two decades since Bill had come across his first phony, a discovery that had changed his life and lead him down a long frustrating road of unfulfilled temptations and fantasies. He had often wondered what it would be like to be like every other man, attracted to women for their beauty instead of motivated by the desire to expose their beauty secrets.  If Bill had suspected that the search for his second phony would take nearly twenty years, he surely would have chosen a different path.  If he could go back to the day he walked into Betty's room and discovered her secrets, would he really be able to change the course of his life, or simply delay the inevitable? Bill seldom had those thoughts anymore, Lori changed all that, and with each passing day her stuffed bra and tight girdle made the frustrations of the past seem like distant memories.  Everyday the opportunity to see the joy on a woman's face upon discovering that Lori perfect boobs are falsies is a real possibility.

             

                There must be a way to see that joy and hear that laughter and to be a part of it, but how? Bill had spent many an hour in his office thinking about that subject but despite the time invested very few options seemed realizable. He had fantasized about elaborate plots to install hidden cameras and microphones to record the stares and whispered conversations but they remained for all practical purposes, just fantasies. One scheme kept coming back over and over again. It had many risks but it might be workable. What if, Bill thought, he could get someone at the office to talk about it? It figured that if some of the women knew of Lori's cheating, they might be dying to talk about it to someone. The trouble was, would they be willing to talk to Bill? There was good reason not to, not the least of which was that these women would surely be afraid that Bill would run back and tell Lori what they said. They would naturally assume Bill would tell her, being her husband and all. Also, their initial reaction would be that Bill was on Lori's side so he would be the second to last person that they would want to discuss the topic of Lori's falsie's with. Bill would have to put that fear to rest first. If he did get into a situation where Lori's falsies or girdle could be brought into the conversation he would have to make sure his attitude made the women feel comfortable with him laughing along; That he was one with them in the same conspiracy. If this could be achieved they may seek him out to get him to confirm their suspicions about Lori's beauty secrets. Yes, surely if he played this right, they might come seeking him, and that would make things much easier, and safer.

                It could start simply with a hint and a knowing smile. Bill thought of lunch the other day and his banter with Doris at the front desk. What had she said "Where does she put it all?" referring to Lori's appetite which was such as to not leave leftovers after a meal. Was that a lead for Bill? Was she hoping he would say "Just between you and me, she packs it into her girdle."? Bill imagined the explosion of laughter from Doris as her suspicions were confirmed and she replied "Ha, I knew it! She wasn't fooling me. You want to know how I knew? Well I'll tell you…" Again Bill found his heart pounding and needed to take deep breaths to calm down. The fantasies were fun but they were still in his mind, and Bill need to figure out to make them real. He also knew better than to think it would be that simple. More than likely Doris would play dumb and say "Really, I had no idea.", and that would ruin everything. If that happened then Bill would simply be the one that told the whole office, there was little fun in that, not to mention that he would be the disloyal creep who blurted out that his wife wears a girdle. He would never be able to bring up the subject again, for fear he would get labeled as the 'girdle guy'. The worst case scenario was the women picking up on Bill's earnest desire to discuss his wife's lingerie, then he would be exposed as some kind of pervert and the game could be up permanently. There was one sure thing in the world even truer than death and taxes and that is that women will steer clear of a pervert. He would have to be careful. The idea was to get them to tell him what's being said about Lori without letting the cat out of the bag himself, and at the same time make it look like they dragged it out of him.

                Bill figured he would have to find the right subject. Doris was probably not it. She was older and probably didn't figure she was in competition with girls like Lori anymore. Even if she had figured out that Lori was stuffed and cinched, she wouldn't have much of motive for discussing it with anyone. Bill remembered the pictures of her grand children on her desk, and figured that she was just a kind older women who would keep Lori's secret to herself, even if asked. It would be catty to be otherwise, and Doris seemed anything but catty. Actually the more Bill thought about it the more he realized that gossiping about Lori's girdle and falsies for the sake of humiliating her was a down right shitty thing to do. Finding someone who would do it was against the odds.  Bill would have to find someone who wanted to see Lori go down; he would need to find a scruple-less, catty back stabber. Then again this was a real estate office, he reminded himself. Surely a women of questionable ethics existed at Morgan Realty, and Bill would make it his next task to find her.  He began to think of the possibilities of this spy being Bill's eyes and ears in that office, telling him in laughing detail, all the things the other women are saying and noticing. Maybe the spy could eventually help in exposing Lori. With that thought Bill's heart began to pound again. Yes, he would work hard to enlist a spy, but it was getting late and Lori would be heading home soon, and that meant getting changed. There some fun to be had there as always, so Bill packed up and headed for the parking lot.



                As usual Bill and Lori had both worked late and met up home shortly after 7:30pm. Bill mulled around biding his time while Lori looked through the days mail, pausing to look through each of the many catalogs that seemed to make the majority of the contents of their mail box. Today it was Victoria's Secret and Lord and Taylor.

It was part of Lori's daily ritual that she performed like clockwork. Bill knew all to well that it would end with her heading upstairs to change, in what came to be known to Bill as the 8:00pm show. Bill followed Lori upstairs and stared in exhilaration at her girdle which was clearly visible against her thighs as the slit fanned open and closed with each step she took. Bill smiled with satisfaction at his handy work and wondered how many women had walked up a flight of stairs behind Lori today.

Lori entered the bedroom, stopped in front of the huge mirror over her long dresser and began the ritual of dismantling her contrived appearance. She reached up with both hands and, after removing several bobby pins, she removed her silky blonde ponytail, shaking it and giving it a few strokes with brush as she walked toward her walk in closet where she secured it on a foam head with a strait pin along side a few other blonde hair pieces of various styles.  Bill followed her into their closet and followed her lead by taking off his suit and hanging it up.  Lori kicked off her shoes and bent down to pick them up. Bill watched from directly behind her as she did. Removing his tie, he felt around blindly for the hanger as his eyes were glued to Lori as she put her shoes on the rack, her bent over posture again revealing the shiny, heavily stitched, thick looking waist band and material of her girdle over the top of her skirt. Bill never got tired of seeing her exposed.

                Lori straightened up and began to unbutton her jacket as Bill did the same with his shirt, his eyes fixed upon his beautiful wife. She removed her jacket to reveal a red satin push up bra. It was from Victoria Secret, Bill remembers the day she went bra shopping. It's molded cups providing the support that was required to keep her extra large breast enhancers shoved up into her small breast securely. The cups also did a fair job of hiding the ridges and unnatural curvatures that resulted from having such large falsies and such small breasts. Bill watched as the molded cup's one big flaw revealed itself  when Lori reached to hang her jacket up. The stiff cups would lift away from her breast creating a gap into which one could see Lori's falsies. The pink silicone breast enhancers that Lori wore were state of the art. They bounced, shook, and hugged like real, albeit perfect, breasts.

With her jacket off the waistband of Lori's girdle could again be seen over the top of her skirt, and so could the small roll that hang over the top.  She reached behind and unhooked and unzipped the skirt giving a fairly good tug until it was far enough down to fall to the floor on its own. Bill gazed upon the heavy paneling of Lori's firm control girdle, and pronounced bulges that expanded out of it around her thighs taking note of the extent to which the girdle was straining to correct her figure. Bill reveled in the clear visual explanation this view of Lori provided. Stripped of  the sexy cloaking provided by her tight designer skirts, the shear magnitude of the correction her girdle was providing was now clearly and humiliatingly visible.  If the girls at the office could see this view, the view that shows the lengths Lori goes to look like a hottie, then the very beauty she counts on to gain an advantage would become a colossal liability.  The jealousy and envy her beauty generated would be replaced giggles and humiliating whispers. Reflecting upon this had the usual effect on Bill, which was to say his heart rate was picking up considerably.

  Lori walked out of the closet and wiggled her pantyhose down to her knees, then sat on the bed to pulled them off from the toes. She stretched them back out, rolled them up and tossed them at the hamper in the corner near the closet. She stood back up facing the mirror and looked herself up and down and then turned sideways and did the same as she felt around her hips and stomach. "I really need to lose a few pounds." She said conclusively.



"If you say so. I think you look great." Bill said supportively.



"I know, but I just wish this girdle wasn't so tight. I was sitting in my two o'clock wishing I could take it off." Lori said as she slipped her thumbs under the waist band and began to remove her girdle by pealing it down over her hips, the waist band leading the way as the rest of it turned itself inside out as she did. She stepped out of it, reached down and picked it up, and then turned it right side out as she folded it and placed it back in her girdle drawer. Underneath she wore a pair of thong panties which she always did so she could wear her girdles multiple times before washing it.



"Oh, that's much better." Lori said as she rubbed the lines left in her skin by the seems of her girdle.



"If it's that uncomfortable, is it really worth it?" Bill said as if to challenge her. Lori thought for a second as she looked at her now unsupported derriere in the mirror. Without her girdle it was a very different sight. Her firm lifted, smooth, shapely buns of steel, now sagged and hung down upon the tops of her bulgy thighs. She rubbed her hands over it making disapproving faces at the little dimples, lumps and bumps, and protruding tummy that replaced the taught shiny smooth texture of her missing girdle.



"I wish I didn't have to but look at this, there no way I'm letting anyone see this." Lori said, then giggled as she added, "I have a reputation to uphold."



Bill began to sing softly, "…here she is, …Miss America."



"Hey that's right. I refuse to be another fat ass woman like everyone else at that office. God, you should see some of them." Lori said defiantly.  "It's really embarrassing how they let their figures go." Lori added as she pulled her falsies from the cups for her push-up bra and placed them in the case in her drawer.

                Bill nearly choked on the hypocrisy of Lori's comments, so rather than say anything he sat on the bed in part to remove his shoes and in part to hide his state of arousal, which was now quite extensive.  Lori took off her bra and through it in the hamper and pulled a white tee shirt from her dresser and pulled it over her head. Lori usually went braless at night if there were no plans to go out of the house after work because after a long day of wearing the tightly strapped bras needed to hold her falsies securely, braless was such relief.  She then put on a pair of  long flannel pajama bottoms and the show was over.  He gave Lori an appreciative kiss knowing full well she would have no idea what it was he was appreciative of. His libido was stocked, in a few hours, when thy retired to bed, Lori was going to get it good.

The Insider - Chapter 1 "The Lunch Date"

Anyone can confirm who authored this?

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Bill Smith was on his way home for lunch from the office, which is only around the block. He could walk it but he drives to maximize his time inside the house. His wife’s BMW isn’t in the driveway. She works local too and sometimes stops home for lunch but not today.

            Upon entering the house, Bill moves quickly past the well-stocked refrigerator and upstairs to his bedroom. He takes a quick glance around, and sees that as usual everything is neat and in its place. He moves quickly to his wife’s side of the room to a large lingerie chest and slowly opens the third draw down, his eyes scanning over the contents, taking inventory. The two black long leg panty girdles are there, and so is the control slip, but the beige one is missing. Excellent, he thinks to himself. He slides the drawer closed and moves across the room to the closet, opening the door. His eyes once again scanning the contents, taking inventory. The new suits he had just bought her were there, but it looks like the red one isn’t. Excellent, he thought to himself again. He closed the closet door and started out of the room. He looked at the dresser momentarily, then continued to the door. As he reached it he stopped, turned back and approached the dresser again. He opened the upper most left drawer and stared at the case inside, it was devoid of markings of any kind. He opened it carefully and let out a sigh of relief, it was empty.

            Bill Smith moved as quickly as he could back down stairs and into his Blazer and backed out of the driveway. He nearly ran into an oncoming car as he tried to steer, buckle his seatbelt, and dial his cell phone all at the same time.

            “Hello baby.” His wife’s sexy voice answered.

            “Hey, honey. How’s your day going? “

            “Good, just fine.”

            “Well I’m on my way to lunch, you got time for a bite.”

            “Oh, are you calling to take me to lunch? That’s so sweet. Sure I can go, I'll just let Diane know I’m taking lunch now, and I’ll meet you down stairs in like fifteen minutes.”

            “OK, see you in fifteen, bye.”

            “Ok, bye-bye.” Her sugary voice sounded so sweet.

Bill looked at his watch, it was 11:45, but he was only five minutes from her office. He would have a good ten minutes inside before she came down.

         

            He pulled into the parking lot of Morgan realty, a giant Victorian house that used to belong to one of the cities founding fathers, but now was the home of  the largest real-estate office in the state. Morgan realty did one billion dollars worth of commercial and residential business last year, all at six percent commissions. Do the math.



            Bill sprang up the steps fueled by the excitement of anticipation. He loved coming to her office. He figured this is where all the good conversations would be taking place.  If only there was a way to hear them. He was still trying to formulate a plan for that.

         

            "Hey Doris, is 'Gorgeous' around?"

            "Oh, hello, Bill." Doris said with a big mile.

 Doris, the receptionist, was your average housewife turned grandma with a retired husband and a desk festooned with dozens of pictures of her grandchildren.  She started working a few years ago to get of the house, and help pay for all the traveling her and her husband do visiting all those grand children every year.

"She's around, I'll page her for you." Doris said as she reached for the phone.

"No, don't page her she knows I'm coming, I called a few minutes ago and told her I was coming to take her to lunch."

"Oh, you're taking her to lunch. That's so nice." Doris beamed.

Bill checked his watch as if  his wife were late.  "You know if she doesn't make it soon, I'll take you to lunch, how's that Doris?"

"Oh, sure." Doris said, obviously a little flattered with Bill's flirting. "I'm sure you'd rather take that beautiful wife of yours, instead of me."  Bill's ears sparked to the reference about his wife being beautiful.

"Yeah? You think she's that beautiful?" He asked playfully.

"Sure, she is." Doris said playfully back. Bill liked where this might be going.

"You know it's only because she tries so hard." Bill said and winked.

Doris laughed out loud, but quickly fought it back to a controlled smile,  "MmmHmm." She said as she turned back to her computer screen and resumed typing.

Bill stood there, motionless as he pondered the meaning of 'MmmHmm'. Was it knowing assertion? Was Doris' mind racing over exactly how his wife managed to look beautiful.  Bill was certain she was, and his heart began to beat a little quicker in his chest.  Of course she knew, they all had to know, and Bill dreamed of being able to hear them discuss it. It was frustrating and exhilarating at the same time.

Lori Smith came walking down the large front stairs that ended at Doris' reception desk, with her handbag in hand, looking stunning in her red Liz Claiborne suit. Her blonde hair in a big ponytail bouncing about her shoulders.  Bill took it all in. The very fitted skirt clung to her thighs as she took each step, displaying the perfect visible panty lines, of the girdle Lori was wearing beneath it.  He quickly looked over to Doris who's eyes were also fixed on Lori as she descended the stairs.  His plan had worked, the alterations he had had performed on Lori's skirt had the exact effect he was hoping for.  His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Doris watching Lori.

"High Baby." Lori said with a big smile as she walked up and gave Bill a quick kiss on lips. Bill stared into her eyes as she neared, never glancing down at her skirt, as he so desperately wanted to do. "Hey hon', gee you look nice."

She replied with a slow and appreciative "Thank, you."  She turned to look at Doris and said "Doris, I'm going out to lunch with Bill, I should be back in an hour if anyone needs me."

"Ok Lori, enjoy." Doris said as she watched Bill and Lori walk out. Bill looked at Lori as he they walked out, but made sure he glanced over his shoulder once to see Doris staring at Lori's backside as they walked away. So fixated was Doris, that she never noticed Bill watching her.  Bill's heart continued to race.  They walked to the Blazer and Bill opened Lori's door for her. Unlike her BMW, the Blazer was not easy to get into for a woman wearing a skirt, who wished to keep her girdle from showing.  Lori needed to put one leg up into the vehicle which would cause her skirt to rise up exposing her thigh. Lori was aware of this however, and placed her purse into the SUV first, then she used her right hand to hold her skirt down as she raised her left leg up into the vehicle. Bill kept close watch, as the skirt pulled tight over Lori's silhouette, again giving a perfect outline of her girdle. As she stepped up into the car, she reached her right hand for the door sill and slid onto the seat, bum first, then grabbed the hem of her skirt and hauled in down as she spun into the car. The obviousness of her effort made Bill chuckle, as he closed the door, he smiled and strode around to the driver side of car thinking how good life was.

"What are you in the mood for?" Lori asked

"How about Sombrero's?"  Bill said optimistically, as thoughts of the restaurant's interior raced through his head. Sombrero's has a Cantina area with high  top tables with tall backless stools, perfect for showing Lori off to all those that sat or happened by.

"Great, I haven't been there in a while."  Lori said agreeably.

The drive to Sombrero's was a short one, and as they pulled into the parking lot Lori began digging in her purse for her makeup items. She lowered the light up vanity mirror and  re-powdered and lipsticked as Bill pulled into a parking space near the door. She put her makeup items back into her purse, then  turning to glance at her profile in the vanity mirror, Lori felt her ponytail to see that it was securely fastened and in place. Bill stared at the golden blonde hairpiece, examining it for texture and color, and comparing it to Lori's natural hair, which he was happy to see it didn't match perfectly. Of course Lori dyed her hair blonde, and after a while her roots would begin to show and her blonde would fade a bit. The texture of her hair was dry and fine, but her hairpiece was thick and shiny, even and perfect. The mismatch in color and texture was just enough to make it obvious to anyone who would take the time to notice, that Lori's hair was fake. Bill couldn't wait to see who would notice today. 

Bill jumped out of the car and hustled around to Lori's side. She usually waits for him to get there and open the door for her, but Bill didn't want to take any chances by being slow, incase she decided not to wait.  Not to fear though as she sat smiling at him through the window, patiently waiting for him to prove what a gentleman he was. Bill opened the door and Lori slipped her right leg out and reached for the ground as Bill smiled at the pure genius of ordering his Blazer without running boards. Lori had still not mastered a way of getting out of Bill's SUV without the inevitable happening, so her new approach was to do it quickly and get it over with. She slipped quickly along the seat, as her outstretched leg touched the ground, and her skirt slid upwards revealing two to three inches of her shiny beige firm control long leg panty girdle. Her sheer stockings did nothing to obscure the look and texture of her girdle, as the rolled-under and heavy stitched cuff pressed into her thigh. Bill's heart pounded as he watched Lori quickly smooth her skirt down and look around to see if anyone noticed. She smiled as she said to Bill, "Ooo, I was showing there, I wish you would have consulted me before NOT ordering running boards."

"I'm sorry, I didn't even think of it, I just think the truck looks cleaner without them, but don't worry babe, I blocked the view, no one could see."

"I know" she said playfully as she continued "I wish you didn't have to see."

"What, you mean maintain the illusion?" Bill asked

"Hey! Be quiet" Lori added as she smoothed her hands over her well packed behind.

"Hey, the bottom line is you look amazing." Bill looked into her eyes as he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her softly on the lips. Lori smiled confidently and put her arm around Bill as they strolled into the restaurant.

With his hand on the small of her back, Bill began to feel with his fingers checking for more of the effects of the alterations that Hazel had done to Lori's suit since the last time she wore it.  The jacket of her suit was very fitted and now slightly shorter than before. It sat well up on her hips only covering a couple of inches of the top of Lori's skirt, which was now riding a little lower on her hips due to its expanded waistband.  Bill's index finger probed the small of Lori's back until it found the waste band of her girdle, which, as he had hoped, was now sticking up above her skirt. He continued to feel with his other fingers, locating the waste band of her skirt which he was happy to discover was down at his ring finger, a whole inch and a half. He used his pinky to check the distance from the top of her skirt to the bottom of her jacket, and found it to be only about another inch and a half  below.  There would be no hiding it today Bill laughed to himself as the two strode up to the hostess.

"Table for two?" the cute nineteen year old in the low rise jeans and cropped low cut top. Bill watched as Lori looked her up and down, then jumped in with, "No let's just sit in the bar."

"Oh, sure." Lori said unsuspectingly.

Bill scanned the room quickly and found what he was looking for. A group a business women seated at one of the high top tables right next to an empty one. He moved quickly and purposefully, as they approached the table he showed Lori around to the side nearest the group of women and pulled out the stool. He continued on past to the seat next to it, so the women were on his right and directly behind Lori. As they prepared to sit Bill watched the women as they scanned the new arrivals. The women at the far end of the neighboring table was the first to stare. She eyed Lori up and down, and came to a halt at her ponytail, staring at it for several seconds  before looking Lori up and down once more. Then Lori lifted up her left leg and slid herself up on the stool, being sure to slid in a way that would pull her skirt down as she sat, in order not to expose any thigh, but in a way Bill was counting on to pull her skirt down in the back. Finally as Lori put her arms up on the table and leaned forward, her jacket lifted up in the back about three inches, and everything fell into place as Bill had planned. Lori's pantyhose had long since slid down the smooth frictionless surface of her girdle and they remained unseen below the top of her skirt, leaving an unobstructed view of the top two and a half inches of Lori's girdle protruding out of the back of her skirt. Its shiny heavy looking lycra spandex material and severe stitching left no doubt as to what she was wearing beneath her tight sexy skirt. Lori was of course oblivious, as she only ever focused on her hemline, checking to make sure her girdle wasn't peeking out the bottom of her skirt. Bills heart pounded in his chest to the point where he was beginning to fear the change in his physiological state might be noticed. He looked away from Lori's visible girdle to the real prize, the woman at the table behind her.

Bill  watched as the women facing Lori shoved a fork full of salad in to her mouth, nodding in agreement to what ever the woman to her right was saying, it was only a matter of time. She swallowed, laughed and aimed her fork back at her dish, but before she looked down at the food, she glanced at Lori again only this time her eye move sharply and quickly to focus in on the exposed girdle. Bill watched as the woman's eye bulged slightly and she seemed to pause for a second or two. She kept staring as she poked her fork at her plate, not really trying to eat, then she leaned toward the women to her right and  mumbled something to her, trying not to move her lips. The other women's facial expression suddenly froze as she realized she was being let in on some kind of secret. She listened for a few seconds, and Bill wished there was some way he could hear what was being said. Then the woman's head slowly turned toward Lori and she saw it. Her eyes brightened up like she was going to begin to laugh, but she suddenly bit her bottom lip to stop herself and turned back to the first women and began laughingly to whisper something, causing the first women to begin laughing as well. Bill took a deep breath, his heart raced, he was loving it.

Lori had since picked up the menu and was glancing at it trying to make her choice. Bill kept his eye on the table behind her. The other two women now wanted to know what was so funny, and Bill watched as the women on the right now took the lead in explaining, with hushed speech, the situation. The other two women glanced over including the one almost directly behind Lori, who had to turn over her left shoulder quite severely to look. They all leaned into he middle of the table and continued to talk in hushed voiced, then one by one they all looked up at Lori's hair.

 Bill looked over at Lori and drank her vision up with his eyes. He looked at her full chest pressing her fitted jacket out at the bust line, and knew right away where the contents of the empty case in Lori's dresser drawer were residing. He reached out and put his hand on Lori's back, leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You look so pretty today." He told her softly. Lori smiled confidently "Thanks honey."

Bill picked up his menu and decided on the burrito, then he glanced back the table behind Lori where the women seemed to have gone back to lunch as usual. He relived the moment in his head, the looks, the suppressed giggles, too bad it would only live in his memory, he thought, but he would put that memory to good use tonight when he and Lori retired to bed. He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself, and slow his heart down, wishing he didn't have to wait, but he was use to it by now, this was his life.

"So how was your morning." Bill asked cheerfully as he continued to study the red suit straining about Lori's body.

"Oh, it was fine, I gave a presentation on the groups status toward the sales targets for the quarter, and I think it was receive really well. Trevor told me after the meeting that he was very pleased with the way I'm running the quarterly meetings, so that was nice. Oh and...", she began to giggle in an embarrassed way, or more like false embarrassment, "..You know, he said during the meeting, right in the middle of my presentation about some of the groups that weren't making their targets, that maybe we should '…Just send Lori over wearing that suit, that would close a few deals.' How about that?!

"Well what did you think?" Bill asked with great interest.

"Well, I guess he was trying to pay me a compliment so I was a little flattered, but there were a lot of other women in the room like, Sue, and Maryellen, and Deanna, and I felt a little pang of this feeling like,  now their going to hate me because they're jealous."

Bill smiled a deep satisfying smile and took another deep breath before saying as smoothly as he could, "Don't hate me because I beautiful." In his best Kelly LeBrock imitation from the old shampoo commercial.

"Yes! Exactly." Lori said as shifted in her chair and smoothed her hands of her skirt and checked her hem.

"Did any of them say anything to you about it?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, Deanna said something to me on the way out, she said 'Wow Trevor was impressed with you today.' I said yeah but it was with my suit not my work." Lori said laughing quite hard at her own little quip.

"What did she say to that?" Bill asked.

Lori had to think for a second as if any memory beyond the flattering parts were not meant to be remembered. Bill had found over the years that Lori had a selective memory for any evidence that others knew of her artifice. It was as if she couldn't conceive of anyone knowing her secrets and disregarded any innuendo or reference to them as coincidence.

"She said 'well I don't think it's the suit as much as what's underneath.'" Lori paused as if rolling the words around in her head trying to understand them, having not really paid much attention to them the first time.

"Well I would agree with that. That suit really shows off your figure quite nicely." Bill said as he eyed her up and down and reached out and rubbed her back.

"I know, that's why I wear it. I looked at Deanna when she said that and said 'Oh, you think?' and shook my booty a little. She laughed."

'I'll bet she did' were the words screaming through Bill's head. Deanna, he thought, is someone he should get to know better.

They finished up lunch and Bill watched as Lori climbed back up into the blazer and primped as he drove back to her office. He walked her back to the lobby and gave her kiss goodbye under the watchful eye of  Doris the receptionist. They both watched as Lori climbed the steps back upstairs and the last of Bill's alteration to Lori's suit were showing their effects. The slit in the back of Lori's skirt had been opened a little further up so that with each step she took, the resulting  spreading of the slit revealed a bit more of Lori's inner thigh than it should have, and there, in stark contrast to her well tanned legs, was the gleaming beige spandex of  the leg of her girdle. Through the tight skirt, the bulges in her thighs where her girdle ended were also more visible then from the front, and together with the exposing slit gave a clear picture of the tight girdle that shaped Lori derriere. Bill looked at Doris, and found her gaze following Lori as she walked up the stairs. He looked for signs in her face that she saw it too, but he could only detect the hint of a smirk. Doris looked up, and Bill quickly looked away, he didn't want to discourage her study of Lori's figure by catching her in the act. He waited. It was just a moment, but a moment of great anticipation. All his work, all the preparation, all the luck that needed to happen came down to right now, this moment, did Doris see it? Will she say something?

"Did you bring me the leftovers?" Doris asked playfully. Leftovers? Bill thought quickly about how to make this an opportunity, and keep this going where he wants it to go.

"I would Doris but, between you and me, Lori never has leftovers." Bill said in a laughingly worried tone. Would she take the bate? What did she know?

"Oh, jeez, well you'd never know it to look at her." Doris replied with a bit too much sarcasm in her voice to mean it as a true compliment, or so Bill had hoped. That kept the door open, but what next. This was a part of the game that Bill still hadn't mastered. How to get them to say the magic words. Bill never said them himself, it took all the fun out of it. He needed to lead her there and have Doris say it, that was the prize.  Something like 'Looks can be deceiving' seemed to obvious, he didn't know Doris that well and found that being too obvious put women on the defensive because very few of them would be that openly catty with anyone but a close friend. Also, if too much was implied by innuendo, than it didn't need to be said, and Bill needed to hear it. But more importantly he had to be careful about the creep factor. A husband who brings up the subject of his wife's girdle, and is too eager to talk about it looks like a pervert, and that would shut down the whole thing real fast. Ideally, Bill thought, if  he made an inquisitive women feel at ease, she would bring it up in the hopes Bill would confirm her suspicions. It would be tough though, as most women would be afraid to say anything to Bill because they would assume it would make it back to Lori.

Time was running out, did he have an answer or not? If he waited too long it would looked forced and feel awkward, and again things would shut down.

"What do you know?, it works." Bill said absent mindedly as if her were talking to himself.

Doris laughed as if she got the joke then asked suddenly "What?", doing her best to look confused. Bill smiled and thought 'Sorry Doris, that's the question you're supposed to answer. He'd set himself up. It happened all the time. He would lead them right there and they would clam up and play stupid. Bill wondered if they did that when talking to each other.

"Nothing." He said as if it were something he wasn't supposed to talk about. He could see it created a hint of suspicion on Doris' face and for another ecstatic second he waited for her to reply hoping it was 'Oh you mean her girdle'. His heart pounded, seconds passed finally Doris ended the tension and the silence, "OK, bye Bill."

"See you Doris."

Bill made it  back to the office without giving a single thought about driving or the route he had taken. He took a deep breath and tried to get refocused on work, lunch was over but the images and excitement surged through his mind like water through a broken dam. He took another deep breath, was this frustration or ecstasy, sometimes he couldn't tell the difference but he couldn't imagine it any other way.

Debbie 2

Part 2.

Debbie groaned as the traffic slowed as she entered the Wichita Falls city limits. She'd been driving for over an hour now after visiting a friend and an exclusive beauty salon down in Fort Worth in preparation for the weekend's upcoming event. This weekend, Debbie, with her husband Hank, was to participate in the 'Wichita Falls Country Club' golf tournament. It was important, Debbie felt, that she was to look her absolute best for the event, as quite simply anybody who was anyone would be there. It was also the first time she and Hank had been invited so it was important to impress. Debbie glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, applying a little extra lipstick as she did.

She ran her tongue seductively through her perfectly white teeth and smiled at herself; Marcia had done a good job. Debbie studied her golden blonde hair, anxiously looking for any possible signs of her dark roots, and smiled once again as she found none. She glanced down at her perfectly manicured finger nails, then at her shiny gold wedding ring. She then looked up again at her face, the slight double chin was still there, her cheeks looked a little fleshy and she could feel her girdle and waist cincher digging into her soft middle. Marcia at the salon had given her all sorts of diet plans but Debbie just couldn't stick with them. Since an early age Debbie had possessed the kind of curves that sent men crazy, and also allowed her to eat pretty much whatever she wanted. And she had always wanted a lot. It's just that now it was all catching up, and she struggled to fit herself in any of her clothes even with artificial support. Debbie then smiled again, despite all that she could still command the attention of any man she wanted, and so she continued to apply her red lipstick.

The large white Chevy Suburban veered into the left hand lane as Debbie carefully maneuvered the lipstick. Traveling at 80mph the man passing had little time to react. He rammed the gas down on his rented Buick and swerved further to the left. Kicking up sand and dirt as he did so. Debbie's eyes only left her reflection in the mirror as the dust and sand crashed heavily against her window, completely blocking her vision for a few moments. She instinctively rammed her foot down for the brakes, missing the pedal completely as she clumsily maneuvered her precarious high heels. Then the smoke cleared. "Fuck it!!" She muttered to herself. Some people just don't know how to drive; she honked her horn at the idiot in front. If she was in the left lane why didn't he pass on the right? Debbie reflected. She then groaned again, tugging at her tight cotton skirt, a girdle could be so uncomfortable on long journeys.

Ten minutes later Debbie pulled off Interstate 44, and as she stood at a red light waiting to turn down 'Aireville Terrace' she noticed a large sign reading 'Mr. Shine's Car Wash'. It occurred to her that her shiny white car was probably more gray after that idiot on the interstate, and one of the neighbors might see it before Hank had chance to hose it down. That couldn't be allowed to happen. So as the light turned green Debbie cut across two lanes of traffic and into 'Mr. Shine's'. Debbie stopped at the beginning of the line of several cars, put the car into neutral and carefully stepped down from the mammoth vehicle. Her skirt really was tight and she didn't want to risk an accident in front of all the trailer trash that worked at such places. As she tugged once again at her skirt a Hispanic women in the blue 'Mr. Shine' uniform began in heavily accented English,

"What can we do for you"

Debbie straightened up, brushing some of the creases in her tight white blouse. She looked down at the women, she was a little short but with perfectly straight black hair, and even in her overalls was strikingly pretty. Not in the voluptuous and explosive manner of Debbie but in a more subtle, athletic way. Debbie felt a pang a jealousy as she read the girls name tag.

"I can't understand you, speak English!" she said whilst avoiding any kind of eye contact.

"Ehh" said the confused Maria "What can we do for you"

Debbie had had enough; if such people want to flood across the boarder they should learn English before they did so. "This won't do" said Debbie as she placed her hands on her waist and spread her legs as far apart as the skin tight skirt would allow. It was no use being nice with this girl. Debbie glanced around looking for someone suitable. She then pointed, and speaking very slowly began "See....him....over....there" Maria nodded "bring....him....here". Maria shrugged her shoulders and walked over, "What a bitch" she thought to himself. She'd been born and raised in Texas and must have seen a million dumb blonde's in big cars, who the hell did she think she was?

Moments later the, much to Debbie's relief, somewhat lighter skinned man came over. "What's the problem" he said in a distinct Texan drawl as he looked up and down at the ready to explode blonde. She was hot.

Debbie smiled, "I just wanted 'the works' wash. I was just having trouble communicating with missy over there" she said, rolling her eyes knowingly.

"No problem, it'll be $12 and about half an hour" the man smiled back, waving the work party over to begin work on Debbie's Suburban. Why do the cute ones always have to be like that? he wondered to himself.

Debbie then leaned over ever so slightly, as if appearing to whisper in the man's ear, yet making sure the whole work party could hear

"I know just what's in there so make sure none of those people take anything. I know what their like". She then smiled, pushed her sunglasses back on and wiggled slowly over to the waiting room. Swinging her hips with each step forward, her heels clicking rapidly on the ground. The work party's jaws dropped, "What a bitch!" they all thought together, but every man wished desperately to be the guy who bought her that car, that's why they were in America. Maria shook her head.

As Debbie stepped into the waiting room she glanced around, noticing the looks of admiration she was receiving from the male customers as she stepped forward and joined the line. Several people later Debbie handed over one of her four Platinum cards and as she did so something caught her eye. Somewhere deep in her stomach she felt a rumble as she looked at the tubs of Hagen Daaz ice cream. She licked her lips. She couldn't resist, yes she knew her weight was now in the mid 180's and she was supposed to be on a diet but after a long drive she needed something. "I'll take a large tub of the chocolate Hagen Daaz" she said quietly to the girl at the desk. As Virgie leant over and passed Debbie the tub of ice cream she couldn't help noticing the extreme hourglass look. Funny, she thought, Debbie's type didn't normally go for the ice cream.

Debbie then carefully sat herself down, and stared at the ice cream. She couldn't resist, Debbie eagerly peeled the top open and, using the plastic spoon provided, began to devour the sweet ice scream. Fifteen minutes later Virgie once again glanced over at Debbie as she finished off the ice cream. What a piglet she thought to herself, she'd gulped the whole thing down in minutes. Must be a one off though she thought as she looked down at the firm stomach and rear, she then looked up noticing Debbie slight double chin and ample chest. Strange she once again thought to herself.

As Debbie stood up and wiggled her way slowly out of the door and on to her now perfectly clean car she couldn't help feeling a little bloated. She'd eaten all that ice cream very quickly, she felt ready to explode in her skin tight outfit. Damn, Debbie thought to herself as she continued her wiggle towards the car; the Mexican girl was stood there with her keys. She would check everything when she got back in, she wouldn't put it past her sort to steal a few free calls from her cell phone. She then glanced once again at the girl, she had the kind of athletic good looks that Debbie had made fun of at high school, the kind that had never seemed to aroused the boys attention quite as much as her curves had. And also, Debbie reflected, the kind of looks that held after you passed thirty. She once again felt the pang of jealousy. "Ohh" Debbie groaned quietly, she really was ready to explode.

"Car is ready, its a nice car too, somebody special buy it for you?" said Maria, smiling broadly.

Debbie snatched the key's from her and as she opened the door and said with an evil smile "Yes my husband, it must be frustrating for you seeing cars like this but never getting to drive one out. Is it?"

Maria's jaw drawer dropped once again, she couldn't believe it. How could she answer the bitch?

Debbie smiled back coldly, feigning mock sympathy. She loved that feeling of untouchable superiority; it helped her put one over the pretty car washer. She opened the door to the truck and prepared to clime in, as she did so quite a few of the car wash attendants watched her. They knew from years working there that the view of a nice looking woman in a tight skirt as she climbed up in to a large sport utility was not to be missed. Maria noticed them gathering and frowned. It wasn't that she minded the guys staring in general, quite converse, she often played along and asked the guys "Whatchu tink a that?" and all the guys would give thumbs up and smile. Maria knew it was one of the few pleasures they got working at a car wash. It's just that now they were going to be drooling over this bitch, and it bothered her. She watched as Debbie tried to raise her left leg over the doorsill, but she couldn't seem to do it on the first try. Then she reached down and pulled her skirt up to give her legs a little more room to perform the tricky maneuver. She lifted her leg again slowly and carefully, this time she got her foot onto the sill, and exposed quite a bit more leg in the process, and slit in the back of her skirt had ridden up to just under her bum and was stretched open so that several inches of her slip was showing. Her skirt strained around her firm round bum as the men all stared. Maria rolled her eyes; it figured the bitch would put on a show. Debbie reached and grabbed the seat and the door and rocked back and forth slightly like she was trying to build up enough momentum to heave herself up into the truck. Suddenly, Maria took a close look at Debbie's slip and realized it wasn't a slip all it was a girdle! She walked a little closer and looked again. She saw the heavy looking white Lycra spandex and nylon material stretched between Debbie's legs and began to laugh hysterically. The men all looked at her confused. Maria yelled out in her best Spanish. "False alarm guys, she wearing a girdle!" and began to laugh harder. The men still looked confused. Maria reached out and grabbed hold of Debbie's skirt and held it as Debbie stepped up onto the doorsill. As Debbie stepped in with her right foot she felt a tug, she reached behind her, fearing she was caught on something. Maria slipped Debbie's skirt up over her bum and gave everyone in the car wash a clear view of the shiny white firm control girdle that lie beneath. Debbie straightened up quickly, as her hands flew to backside. She gasped as she realized what had happened and turned back to see Maria laughing. Maria was still explaining in Spanish "You know, elastic around here" she said gesturing with her hands around her hips "to make you look skinny, when you're really a fat pig." A look of realization swept over the crowed of men as they nodded understandingly and waved dismissively at Debbie and began to laugh as they walked back to their assigned places. Debbie clumsily tugged her skirt back down over her girdle and smoothed it back into place. She quickly slid onto the seat and slammed the door closed; she was too embarrassed to confront anyone now, and drove off.

That evening Debbie lay across the sofa with her head resting on Hanks powerful legs, and as she finished off the final piece of pizza began "Hank I'm concerned about what happened at the car wash" That was an understatement as Debbie was still seething at the way she'd been humiliated that in front of a bunch low lives. She had, of course, called the manager of the car wash later that afternoon and told him exactly what, from her point of view, happened. He had then assured her that such a girl would no longer be working for 'Mr. Shine', and had literally fired Maria as Debbie talked on the phone. One of the advantages, Debbie thought, of having a husband whose family owned the biggest garage in town. This reaction had pleased Debbie initially, but she still felt bad about the whole thing. How could they laugh at her like that?, and she had, if she was honest, been a little cruel to the girl, it wasn't her fault she was so pretty. Anyway, Debbie thought, she'd quickly pick up a job at a McDonald's or something.

She decided to change the subject to something happier. "I can't wait til Friday, Hank. Tell me again who all's gonna be there!" Debbie said excitedly. Hank began to rattle off the names of the all the important guest as Debbie drifted to sleep with a big smile on her face.

The next Friday morning Maria now under the employment of 'Professional Cleaners Inc.' was dropped off at 39 Aireville Terrace with the task of making sure the house was shiny clean for a Mrs. Debbie Hill. It was her first day on the job and like all the new girls; she got to clean this house. Apparently no one like the owner and every time someone new started, the person assigned to the Hill's got 'promoted' to another home. Of course no one at Professional Cleaners ever told the Hills why they went through maids like Handy Wipes, they just said that all of the girls had quit, which didn't do anything to bridle Debbie's belief that all 'these people' were unreliable. Maria took a deep breath; the thought of cleaning someone else's house depressed her. Not that the job at the car wash was glamorous, it's just that it seemed more like a job, and this seemed like being servant. Maria swallowed her pride and walked up the long walkway to the front door, all the time thinking just what she'd do if ever she saw that blonde again, she smiled as she imagined the first bunch hitting home.

Debbie smiled in the mirror after she'd finally managed to button up her skin tight jeans, she was only dropping Danny off at school and then doing the going on to the grocery store but you just never know who you could meet. Added to which it was good practice for the outfit she had planned for the evenings outing. They'd been busy on the day of her thirtieth birthday so tonight she and Hank were to go out to an exclusive new bar that had opened over the other side of town. She then slipped on a white blouse that whilst appearing tight around what Hank called the 'Silicone Valley', covered up the way her belly bulged over her jeans. Then the doorbell ran. Must be the cleaner.

Seconds later Debbie opened the door and looked at Maria without recognizing her. "Who the hell are you?" she asked surprised. Maria couldn't believe it. She stared once again. Yes it was her, it was the blonde. Maria clenched her fist; this would be sweet. She prepared her swing. At that moment Danny stepped out of the room and said as a matter of fact, "Mommy, we'd better be setting off to school. I don't want to be late" Debbie glanced round, "Sure honey, get in the car and I'll be over in a minute".

Maria realized that Debbie didn't recognize her, and still shocked, managed to fumble out an explanation as a million thoughts ran through her head. "Colleen, uh..quit. I'm the new girl."

Debbie looked outside and saw the Professional Cleaners inc truck and took a deep breath.

"Really! You people are unbelievable!" she said exasperatedly. She brought Maria into the house and went over all the rules exactly how she wanted everything done. After a while she turned to Maria "So just get on with it and don't break anything otherwise it'll come out of your pay" and with that she turned around again and stepped through the garage door after Danny. Maria still couldn't believe it. That woman had cost her a good job; her apartment and then when she stood on her doorstep the damn women hadn't even recognized her. If her son hadn't stepped out when he had she'd also now have a broken nose Maria thought to herself as she began get out her cleaning equipment. She glanced out of the window as the white Suburban reversed onto the road, yes it was definitely her. She'd recognize that car anywhere.

As Maria continued to clean the house her hatred for Debbie Hill intensified. The women obviously had no taste; the house was decorated in some over the top ranch style, with guns hanging on the wall and paintings of ridiculous looking cowboys shooting Indians. Maria had also taken a good look at what appeared to be Debbie's 'trophy table', with pictures of her from various 'important' events. Maria winced as she looked at the cheerleader photos, then the wedding shots and finally of her stood posing in some flashy Las Vegas casino. Maria could just imagine the sort of person Debbie Hill was, the kind who'd never really had to work for anything and had shamelessly taken advantage of every man who'd fallen for her explosive blonde bombshell look. And Maria could imagine there'd been quite a few who'd done just that. It's just that Maria knew the secret behind those curves, and uncontrollably, she felt the urge to tell Debbie's photo what she really wanted to say to her face. "If everyone only new what a fat bitch you really are." It felt surprising good to let it out, "I bet you'd just die, wouldn't you chubby?"

Maria started in the basement, cleaning the family room and Danny's playroom. Next she cleaned the bar, and then opened the door to what she thought was the bathroom and found what looked like a store room. It had a multi-gym in the middle and lots of shelves with all kinds of rarely used appliances and things on them. There was a bread maker, an electric rotisserie, and a food dehydrator. In the corner were a steam press for pressing clothes and an Ironing board, "Like she ever does her own laundry." Maria laughed to herself. There was a Thigh-Master, an Ab-Cruncher, both with dust on them, Maria noticed, an expensive looking food processor, a sewing machine, and one of those Bose boom box radios. "Does this chick buy anything that doesn't come from the Home Shopping Channel?" She tuned out the light shut the door and found the bathroom at the other end of the basement. Next she went up stairs and after cleaning the vast ground floor of the house Maria worked her way up to the master bedroom. Maria glanced quickly around the expensively furnished room and then walked over to two double doors, must be the closet Maria thought to herself. She'd been instructed not to enter it by Debbie, but Maria just couldn't resist. The idea that a phony like Debbie didn't want her in her closet was too tempting, who knows what she might find. The least she could do was have a look around.

Maria gasped as she entered. It was massive; in fact it was probably equal to the size of Maria's old apartment. Maria continued to glance around, along the wall opposite hung Debbie's vast array of clothes and shoes, beyond those and built into the walls were some of the most beautiful drawers Maria had ever seen. Presumably to put her foldables in. Along the adjacent walls was drawer after drawer of what appeared to be her lingerie and adjacent to that was Debbie's vanity. It was beautifully carved out of some expensive wood and just to finish it all off was the largest full length mirror Maria had ever seen. She turned the lights on, and gasped once again as the theatrical lighting perfectly illuminated the room; it was like a set out of Dallas. And it was all wasted on such a bitch rued Maria.

Maria noticed a dress bag hanging on the end of the row; it was from Yvonne's, the most exclusive dress boutique in Dallas. Maria couldn't resist having a peek. She unzipped the bag and there hung the most Beautiful gold dress she had ever seen. She ran her fingers over the material "You sure are one lucky bitch." she said to herself. Then she looked at the tag inside the dress, which read 7. "Oh you right, you wish!" she laughed in disbelief. "I hope you got another one of those girdles, your gonna need it." She zipped up the bag and began to walk out of the closet when suddenly she stopped and thought about what she had just said. She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow as a sneaky smirk crept onto her mouth. "I wonder...?" She couldn't resist getting a better look, and so began carefully looking through all the drawers. If Debbie wore a girdle maybe there were other things about her that were fake too. She giggled to herself as she sifted through the powerful looking girdles and waist cinchers. As she opened the drawer containing Debbie's bras, she got a little excited hoping to find out Debbie wore padding, but to her dismay all of them were normal, even sexy, double Ds from Victoria's Secret. She was sure that Debbie's pushed up looking boobs were going to turn out to be fake, but she had to concede that they weren't. Then she then looked at Debbie's vanity and thought maybe she wears falsies and she keeps them in there. She slowly looked through Debbie's make-up drawers, but the only new info she came out with was that Debbie wore false eyelashes and fake nail tips. Then she glanced down at her watch. She'd spent over twenty minutes sifting through the women's drawers and really ought to be getting on. What if the bitch got back when she was in here? She'd be out of another job. Then one last drawer caught her eye, she looked again at her watch, what harm could one more drawer do? As she opened the drawer a look of surprise crossed Maria's pretty face, unlike the others this one contained neither clothes nor beauty products but instead what looked like a photo album. Maria couldn't resist and flicked it open; a broad smiled crossing her face as she did. The first half was largely dedicated to photos of Debbie at high school and before she was married, usually, Maria noted, attached to some big looking guy. Hell, though Maria, this woman must have screwed the whole school football team. She then moved on to the section that largely covered her with her husband. Although as Maria looked closely it became apparent that the album wasn't kept for sentimental reasons but rather it showed off pretty much all the outfits or other possessions she'd acquired. Maria shrugged her shoulders as she began to close the book, Debbie Hill was even more shallow and vain than she'd expected.

Maria closed the doors to the closet and went back down stairs to get ready to leave, when the phone rang. The answering machine picked up and Debbie's sugary voice said "Well howdy y'all, you've reached Hank, and Debbie, and Danny Hill. We're so sorry we missed ya' but leave a message at the beep and we'll call 'yall back as soon as we can. Thanks and have a great day." Maria stuck her finger down her throat. Beeeeeep. "Oh, hi Debbie, It's Brenna. I was just gonna run down town for some new shoes for tonight, and I was wonderin', if you hadn't found any to go with that gold dress yet, then maybe you'd want to go with me, but seein' as your not there, you must already be out looking for a pair! ha ha ha, Oh anyway...See ya tonight. Oh wait, I almost forgot, Dale wanted me to ask you to ask Hank if y'all wanted ride together since he's plannin' on drinkin' and what with the Lonestar bein' so far away and all, that it might be better if we took one car...you know? Anyway, call me. Bye"

The Lone Star! Tonight! Maria slumped into one of the kitchen chairs and thought to herself. "Ugh, I never saw this bitch before last Thursday, and now I can't get her out of my life! That's just fucking great, now I have to listen to her complain about the service all night, and all of 'us' people all over again, while she dances with the mayor in her new $1000.00 dress." Marie pictured it in her head. "Fuck that, I'm calling in sick." She sat there for a few minutes. She really couldn't afford to call in sick; it's just that the thought of having to serve Debbie all night and put up with her bullshit was more than she could take. Maybe, though she thought to herself, she wouldn't have to take it. "What if her snobby friends found out about her little beauty secrets?" Maria thought to herself, " I bet she'd be outta there faster than she ran from the car wash!"

She thought for a minute and then an evil smile crossed her face and she began to laugh. She looked at her watch, not much time, and ran upstairs and into Debbie's room and into her closet, opened her drawer and looked at Debbie's girdles. "Which one?" she thought to herself, not knowing how to be sure Debbie would wear the 'right' one. Finally she grabbed two of the white open bottom style that she had seen Debbie wearing at the car wash and ran down to the basement.

Maria went into the storage room and pulled out the sewing machine and pulled off the hard plastic cover. It was one of those computerized ones with all the stitches at the touch of a button. Only the best for Debbie, she thought to herself. She looked at the list of stitches inside the cover and smiled with triumph. Number 47, zig-zag stitch. She looked on the shelf and found a box with spools of thread in it, and took out a white one. She looked at the back of Debbie's expensive girdle, and smiled. Just as she thought, it had one seam down the back. She took the sewing machine and the girdle over to the ironing board, where she pulled the girdle over the end so that the seam was facing up and set the machine down at the other end. She took a utility knife out of her apron pocket and stuck it in the seam, cutting the first few threads at the waistband. The girdle peeled open as Maria slid the knife along the heavily stitched seam. When she got to the hem, the girdle fell on the floor. She picked it up, plugged in the sewing machine, pushed 4, 7 on the keypad, and loaded the thread. She wrapped the girdle back together, lining up the two halves again and ran it through the machine from waistline to hemline. She pulled it from the sewing machine, leaving a long trail of white thread hanging from the bottom. Then she did the same thing to the other girdle, put the sewing machine away and headed back up stairs. She went back into Debbie's closet and placed the girdles back in the drawer, with one on top of each of the piles on either side. No matter which one Debbie grabbed, she be sure to get Maria's handiwork, but the risky plan hinged on the extra thread she left hanging from the new stitching. She folded the girdles so that the long trailing threads were rolled up inside. Her hope was that Debbie would squeeze herself in to one of them, without noticing the hanging thread in the back. If she made to the Lone Star and Maria could see the tread hanging just below the hem of her dress, her plan would work.

She gathered her cleaning stuff, loaded up the truck and drove off down Aireville Terrace. Maria smiled excitedly. What unbelievable luck. What she thought was a curse, she had turned into a fantastic shot at redemption. "What a great plan." she thought to herself. True it had very little chance of working, but waiting to see if it would, was going to make the next 6 hours feel like she won the lottery.

Hanks smiled as Debbie wiggled carefully down the stairs, checking herself in the mirror as she did. She looked truly stunning. She had somehow crammed herself into an absolutely skin tight shiny gold dress that clung to every curve of her voluptuous body. Her golden blonde hair had been expertly made up into an elaborate bun. The thin straps of her dress appeared ready to split as they dug into her fleshy shoulders. Her stunning double D cups were almost overflowing from the plunging neckline, and the shiny golden material appeared ready to burst as it clung around her firm but voluptuous stomach and rear. The dress continued to cling to her legs as it tapered in mercilessly, stopping just above her knees, squeezing them tightly together. Hank's eyes widened as he looked at her 5in, gold spiked stilettos. She could barely stand let alone walk down the stairs; he rushed up to help her. "Thank you honey" Debbie whispered sweetly as Hank took her hand. She'd noticed the way he'd looked at her, which was good. The 'Lone Star' was a very exclusive bar and it was important to look your best, especially when they were meeting with Brenna and Dale.

As they reached the foot of the stairs Hank exclaimed, "Wow, squeezy babe you've gone further than ever before. You all right in that?" he said. Whilst the last thing he wanted was for her to change out of the dress it really did look impossible tight. He didn't want her strangling herself with it.

"I'm fine honey" cooed Debbie as she gasped for breath "Just might need a little help with stairs". She then flipped out her vanity mirror and began touching herself up, her dad would be hear any minute to look after Danny. A few moments the doorbell rang and Debbie wiggled precariously towards the door. The dress really did make it almost impossible to move, but that was a look Hank loved, just wait till I get him on the dance floor she thought to herself. He won't be able to keep his hands off. With that she thrust the door open.

"Hiya, Debbie babe" said her father, Dan, bellowed out as her gave her a welcome hug.

"Hi, daddy" Debbie sweetly returned, "Thanks for coming over and looking after Danny. He's out in the yard, wants to play baseball" she said as she rolled her eyes. "You're set for a fun evening".

"Good" replied her father as he stepped into the hall.

Dan gave his eldest daughter a brief 'ten-four and then exclaimed "Debbie, darlin', you look great, they'll be guys dropping beers all night"

"Why thank you daddy" said Debbie as Hank walked down the hall buttoning up his shirt. "Hank, honey we need to be going" said Debbie as she stepped out of the door and into the driveway.

"I thought we'd take my truck" Hank shouted back.

"Don't be silly, honey" Debbie shot back "we'll take the Suburban"

"Why?" muttered Hank as he strode down the hall.

"How much did the truck cost?" Debbie questioned

"$28, 000" a confused Hank returned.

"And how much did the Suburban cost?"

"$32,000" said Hank. One thing he'd never tell her was he'd picked the damn thing up cheap for $20,000 at an auction down in Dallas, it wasn't important so she need never know.

"Well, that's why" said Debbie triumphantly. Debbie rolled her eyes in mock frustration, how could Hank seriously consider going to the most expensive club in Wichita Falls in a pickup truck. They'd have taken it to a rodeo or something, but it was totally inappropriate for 'Lone Star'. Hank smiled as he passed Dan and whispered, "You sure brought that girl up right". Dan nodded.

As the two headed out of the door Dan looked at his daughter wiggling over in her ready to burst dress. He looked again; she had to sway her hips almost in complete circles just to take the tiniest of steps forward, arching her rear simply to maintain balance. He could see the zip almost ready to burst, and her breasts, with each step, coming closer to spilling out. Dan had to admit she looked great, but as he did so he prayed quietly that she'd be looking the same when she got back. He wished, just for once, she'd dress a little more sensibly. Although, he reflected, from the age of thirteen onwards she'd been the same. He smiled as he remembered the dress she'd worn on her first date with Hank, that damn thing really was a second skin. Although perhaps not quite as tight as this one. He then winced as he remembered the white suit at the party, hopefully that wouldn't happen again.

Twenty minutes later Debbie, with Hank on her arms stepped into the 'Lone Star Bar'. The Longhorn was a new club, which, as the sign on the door said, offered the best Wichita Falls had to offer in food and entertainment. A band was scheduled to play some real 'rockin rodeo' music later on, but for now Debbie and Hank were relishing the thought of tucking into the t-bone's they'd seen advertised on TV. As they slowly made their way towards their reserved table Debbie glanced around, noticing that all the women were very well dressed, but perhaps none so spectacular as her. She also thought she saw a familiar face behind the bar, but quickly ignored the thought. Who could she possibly know who worked behind a bar?

Seconds later they arrived at their table, where Dale and Brenna Carlson already sat, "Howdy all" bellowed Hank as the somewhat large Dale stood and shook Hank's hand. Brenna also stood, revealing a tight yellow dress that clung to every curve of her hourglass body. Although, it wasn't quite as tight as hers Debbie noted with satisfaction. "Hiya Brenna" she said as she carefully sat herself down.

"What do you girls want to drink?" Dale asked loudly.

"I'll have that cocktail they had on TV" said Debbie quickly, it was the most expensive on the menu

And after Brenna had asked for exactly the same thing both Dale and Hank heaved themselves up and headed for the bar. As they did so both Debbie and Brenna whipped out their pocket size vanity mirrors and made sure their look had withstood the journey from the car park to the bar. Brenna then looked over, "How's the diet going Debbie?" she said with a sly smile

"Oh, very well" lied Debbie. Of course after their problems at Debbie's party both women had initially started a diet. Although if both were honest, which was not an option, their diets had been decidedly unsuccessful. In fact Brenna had actually gained a little since her humiliation. "Me too" said Brenna quickly.

"Heard you had some trouble at the car wash?" Brenna asked, wishing she'd never brought up the subject of diets. Particularly when they were both about to stuff themselves with T-Bones.

"Yeah" said Debbie "some stuck up little Mexican just couldn't understand me. Well, I told her to speak English but she just answered me back. I mean they shouldn't be allowed across the border"

Brenna nodded in agreement, "I've heard some bad stories about them. Do you know one of them robbed my sisters house in Amarillo"

Debbie smiled knowingly, "I know. Well after I'd left I checked I my cell phone and do you know they stole ten minutes worth of calls. Well I called the manager and told them who I was and they fired her. But still its worrying"

As Brenna nodded in agreement Maria placed the menu's on the table and heard the whole thing. The bitch was here, talking crap but what she didn't know was that she was missing a certain photo. Maria began to work out just how to let her know. Then Hank and Dale sat back down, with two cocktails and two 'Buds' and anounced they'd ordered the famous 'Longhorn Steak'.

Debbie groaned ever so slightly, she was half way through the gorgeous steak and could feel her expanded stomach pushing desperately hard against her powerful underwear. She gulped, and continued eating. The steak was too good to put down and she was quite confident in the strength of her underwear.

Maria looked over, Debbie was stuffing her face happily, just what she wanted.

Debbie put her knife and fork down, her plate was clean. She smiled over at Hank, "Can you get me another drink, honey"

"Sure thing, squeezy" said the semi-drunk Hank, Dale got up after him.

Brenna looked over and with raised eyebrows said inquisitively "Squeezy?"

Debbie blushed, "It's Hank's nickname for me. Says I'm his big squeeze toy. He just can't keep his hands off". Brenna had an alternate explanation but she kept that one to herself, she tried not to think about that party at Debbie's house.

"That's cute" smiled Brenna back.

"Got your drink" bellowed Hank as he sat down loudly. Kissing Debbie on the cheek as he did.

"Hi, I'm Maria, and well here at Lone Star every Friday night we run a best dress competition for all the ladies. The bar staff vote and we just present you with a free bottle of wine on the stage, and you get yourself in the paper" Debbie and Brenna sat upright. Maria looked over to Debbie, "Well we all voted for you. Just love that hip hugging dress. Would you come up with me and we'll make a quick presentation"

Brenna gave Debbie that could have frozen hell over, Debbie smiled smugly. She'd put one over Brenna, and was loving every minute of it.

"Wow that's great, squeezy babe" bellowed Hank and then to Maria began "You bar staff have taste. I'll buy you all a free drink" Maria smiled, if only he knew what was coming next. "Come on Debbie, babe get up there and take the honors. I've got the best lookin wife in town"

Debbie breathed in and carefully got up, Maria then stepped over and took her arm. "Just come with me please" she said officially. Debbie was sure she recognized the waitress but just couldn't place it. She strutted confidently across the floor with Maria, swing her derriere from side to side, soaking up the envious gazes of the other women in the bar. As they reached the steps leading up to the stage, Maria turned to Debbie

"What we'll do is get you back stage then the guy at the bar will announce you as the winner and I'll present you with the wine. Then a guy from the paper will take your photo. That OK"

Debbie smiled, "Yes, sure. Just give me chance to touch up back stage". Maria nodded and watch as Debbie went up the steps first. She studied the slit in the back of Debbie's dress as she walked up the steps. Her heart skipped a beat. There it was, the little white thread was hanging down from under her dress, and stopped right at her knee. And so as Debbie carefully applied a little extra lipstick, Maria moved over and stood next to Debbie and waited. Her heart pounded as looked at the vain, stuck up, unsuspecting glamour queen. She was in for a surprise.

"Oh ma'am you have a thread hanging in the back there." Maria said as she reached behind Debbie and pinched the thread between her thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly she felt a hand grab her arm. "No don't you stupid bitch."

Maria froze. "Oh shit!" she thought.

"This dress costs more than you make in a month, and I don't want you yanking on it if you don't mind." Debbie twisted her self around and took the thread from Maria. "I'll get it!"

Maria's look of shock turned to one of triumph. "Yeah, sure. You don't want it showing in the picture."

Debbie looked at Maria smuggly and pulled the thread.

The zig-zag stitch worked just as Maria had hoped it would, and unzipped itself with every inch that Debbie pulled the thread.

Debbie felt a losening around her thighs and froze.

"Here, let me help you with that." Maria said as she grabbed the thread out of Debbie's hand and gave it quick hard pull. As she did, the seam up the back of Debbie's girdle unzipped itself from hem to waist.

Debbie's girdle popped in half and she felt a sharp jab as the powerful elastic snapped. Debbie yelped. She looked over to Maria, her eyes bulging. Maria began laughing loudly. Debbie could feel her dress strain under it's new job of holding back Debbie's bulging rear and stomach. She thrust her hands on her bum and felt for her girdle with a look of panic on her face. Then the curtain's started to move.

"Stop them" Debbie pleaded to the laughing Maria.

The curtains continued to move outwards, the bar was clearly in sight. She could see the crowds of people staring at her. Debbie breathed in. How could this be happening to her?

"What's the matter ma'am did you lose something?" laughed Maria.

She walked back up to Debbie, who was still sliding her hands over her rear trying to find her girdle, but all she could feel was her soft giggly fat. A smattering of laughs broke as the women at the tables began to point at Debbie and whisper to each other.

"Here you go ma'am, congratulations!" Maria said as she handed Debbie the wine.

Debbie knew just the slightest of movements would lead to her exploding out. She breathed in desperately. She could feel her soft belly squeezing against the material of her dress, she could feel her bulbous rear ready to burst through the zip. She froze still, imagining the picture in the paper.

Nervously she reached out and grabbed the wine, and the unbelievable happened. Debbie's broken girdle slid out from under her dress and fell on the stage.

The bar erupted in laughter. Debbie reached down to grab the girdle, a move she should have learned at her party, would lead to disaster. Her dress expolded. She dropped the wine bottle, which crashed to the stage and shattered. She shot up straight and reached behind her with both hands and felt the gaping hole in her dress. She tried to hold it closed as she slid her feet sideway, still facing the crowed, her broken girdle dangling behind her, and shuffled of stage to the roar of laughter.

Maria never felt so good in whole life. A warm feeling of satisfaction fell upon her as she looked out to see Hank and the Carlsons getting up to follow after Debbie as headed out the front door.

"Did you see that?" said another waitress walking up to Maria. "That was the most humiliating thing I've ever seen. That poor woman! What happened?"

"She just couldn't contain herself!" said Maria, as she let a long white thread slip from her fingers and fall to the floor.

Debbie

Somebody please tell me who the author is?

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Debbie pulled her spotless white Chevy Suburban into the drive thru and ordered three Big Mac Meal’s and, of course, went large. Things had worked out well for Debbie, who eight years ago, at age twenty one had married the son of a local car dealer and as a result had never really had to concern herself with money. This in turn allowed her the luxury of staying home and looking after their six year old son Daniel and keeping up with local social circle.

Debbie pulled up to the drive thru window and once again looked at herself in the mirror, in fact the wing mirror in Debbie’s car permanently faced her rather than the road. From an early age Debbie had been considered the ultimate blonde, stood at 5ft11 with golden blonde hair and curves in all the right places it wasn’t difficult to see why. Its just that over the last twelve months Debbie had to admit the figure had slipped a little, well to be precise it had slipped 27lbs upwards. This time a year ago she’d weighed a healthy 156, now she was up to 183. She looked again, yes she could clearly see the beginnings of the double chin, the fleshy face and as she reached out for the Big Mac she noticed that even her perfectly manicured fingers were looking a little chubby. And yes her belly was beginning to bulge over her tight jeans.

Until now the weight gain hadn’t really bothered her, apart from when she walked up stairs. Hank had seemed to like it, and after his performances in bed over the last few weeks Debbie had to feel that what he said was genuine. In fact he’d actually seemed to encourage her, indeed she could specifically remember him insisting she had a second plate full at the ‘all you can eat’ last night. Her friends hadn’t said anything either, but as they were gaining at a similar rate they were hardly likely to. That seemed to be the way things worked out in Wichita Falls, Texas, if you’re curvy and blonde at twenty, you’re going to be fat, rich and blonde by thirty.

That was OK with Vickie, it’s just she wasn’t sure what her fitness freak mother would think.

Moments later she pulled the large, white Suburban onto Interstate 44 and then drove on through the traffic to her spacious house where her husband and son waited for their evening meal. Normally Debbie would have taken great care preparing a large meal for them, but today she’d been busy preparing for the party they were going to throw for her mothers sixtieth birthday. Debbie hadn’t seen her mother for over two years, primarily because of her mothers decision to divorce her father and tour around America with a fifty year old hippie loser in an orange camper van. So she was anxious to say the least. Added to which the whole of the Hill and Smith family would be descending on her house. The party would be held tomorrow, and Debbie was praying than her husband, Hank, would have remembered to prepare the house. Hank was usually good at these kind of things but with guys you just never can tell thought Debbie.

Debbie smiled as she pulled up into the driveway, stopped and put the Suburban into neutral. The caterer, ‘Big Joe’s Barbecue’, was still there, Hank’s pickup was in the garage and all seemed to be in order. Debbie let out a sigh of relief, though carefully as her blue jeans really were tight. In fact so tight that after she’d lowered herself from the Suburban and begun walking towards the house she was forced to take short steps, any other movement and she would have just have burst right out.

As she approached the door Hank opened it, and then gave her a warm hug and kiss.

As Hank released her Debbie nervously began, "How is everything?"

Hank smiled again and put his arm around her "Everything’s going great. We’re all set, and Joe’s just in the yard finishing off the barbecue. Just relax honey".

Debbie smiled and gave Hank a hug as they walked through their well decorated hall. Once again she congratulated herself for choosing him over all the others guys she’d dated at High School. He was ‘mister perfect’: great looking, played sports, good around the house and made very good money. Yes they had a good life, and she was determined that her mother and the rest of her family should see that.

She placed the McDonald’s on the table and shouted down their six year old son, Danny. The meal progressed as usual, Hank described his day at work, followed by Danny’s excited account of what happened at school, and Debbie nodded and smiled in the right places. And stuffed herself with all Danny’s left over fries. Following the meal Danny was tucked safely into bed, and after reading a short story Debbie slipped into her increasingly tight night gown and sat down next to Hank and watched TV. Whilst munching away at a couple of chocolate chip cookies left over from dinner.

As she did so she glanced down at her considerable belly, and once again wondered what her mother would think. Last time they’d met she’d been a trim 150, now she was in the 180’s. She turned to Hank: "Honey do you think I look fat?"

Hank smiled and turned to his gorgeous wife, "No baby, you look just great. Men prefer women with a little meat on em".

"I’m just thinking that maybe I’ve got a bit too much meat on me"

Hank shifted across the sofa, and placed on arm around his wife’s shoulder and with the other rubbed her soft belly: "Honey, you really do look great. Now I wouldn’t have bought you that new car if I’d have thought you weren’t a real MILTF now would I"

Debbie smiled, "But don’t you think I should try wearing a different outfit for tomorrow. That suits ready to burst".

"No, you look great in it" said Hank quickly. He could still remember that suit, Jesus it was tight, and he sure didn’t want to miss seeing it again.

At that point ‘Worlds Biggest Accidents’ reappeared from commercial and both Hank and Debbie redirected their attentions to the disgusting sights on TV. Debbie continued to munch through the cookies.

At 10am the following morning Debbie, after spending several hours preparing herself, wiggled slowly onto the ‘deck’ where Hank was working on the chairs he’d picked up from his brothers furniture business. "How do I look" she said, smiling broadly, whilst at the same time gasping for breath.

Hank turned round, and as he did so a broad smiled crossed his face as he looked over at his stunning wife. He gasped, "Honey, on a scale of one to ten you score eleven".

Debbie beamed back at him.

Hank smiled again to himself, as he looked across. Debbie had somehow crammed herself into a creamy white skirt suit that they’d bought together on a trip they’d made down to Houston. The suit had cost $1000 but as Hank looked over he could see it had been worth every cent. Starting from the top Hank noticed the perfectly straight, shoulder length blonde hair and expertly applied make-up. As he continued to look down he gawked at the skin tight jacket as it hugged her fleshy shoulders and arms, and just managed to force its way over her mountainous breasts. Hank then remembered something about the suit, it was designed to cater for those ladies who had a little to hide around the middle and rear, and as a result came with a powerful girdle and ‘stomach scruncher’. That explained his wife’s somewhat narrower waist and firm rear, although even with such powerful underwear it was clear that her curvy body was trying desperately to burst out. Indeed the buttons of the jacket could clearly be seen to be at the point of popping off. Debbie would have to be careful.

The jacket cut off at the waist, providing a full view of a desperately tight pencil skirt. The skirt clung to every curve of her hips and clung to her well battered legs, until the point where it stopped just above her knee’s. Hank once again wondered just how she did walk in a skirt like that, just stood still it looked hard enough. In fact Debbie had been forced to arch her rear and splay her legs outwards simply to keep balance, an effect that Hank greatly appreciated. To add to the ensemble Vickie wore precariously high heeled white spiked stilettos. Yes she was definitely a MILTF.

Debbie pleased with Hank’s response smiled again, swivelled round and wiggled back into the house to go and dress Danny. He had to look his best too.

As she did so Hank gawked shamelessly at her as she performed her mesmerizing wiggle, moving her rear in almost complete circles just to make the smallest of steps forward. The skirt cupped her bulbous rear, providing all watches with a spectacular view of her buttocks straining desperately to burst their way through the material. Added to which the zip on the back of the skirt could clearly be seen to be stretched to the absolute limit. Once again Hank thanked God for giving him such a gorgeous wife, and then Nieman Markus for giving him such an outfit to put her in.

At precisely 9.50 the doorbell rang, and Debbie, followed by both Hank and Danny, wiggled her way desperately to the door to welcome the days first guest. With a beaming smile Debbie thrust the door open and embraced her younger sister, Mary, who’d flow all the way from San Francisco, where she was studying for her doctorate in ‘Women’s Studies’. After the warm embrace Debbie glanced critically at her younger sister, she had died her golden blonde hair red, she was in a very loose pant suit and really did look like all those hippie students she’d heard of who studied at Berkeley. She just hoped the neighbours didn’t see her.

Mary, not surprised to see her sister in such a precarious outfit and sensing her sisters scrutiny turned and introduced her boyfriend, James. Hank took this as his cue, and thrust a his powerful right hand out to James and performed the kind of hand shake that only a car salesman can perform. James winced under the pressure.

"Well y’all come in" said Debbie as she began her wiggle on through the corridor and out towards the deck. Mary was disgusted, that suit was ridiculously tight on Debbie, had she no shame. Had she no pride. Women, in Mary’s opinion, should rely on their intellect rather than their appearance to command attention, although Mary thought to herself Debbie didn’t have much to fall back on in that category. Added to which Mary was somewhat surprised to see her sister had maintained the hourglass look, some well placed sources around Wichita Falls had assured her she’d got rather tubby.

To further her disgust, Mary could clearly see her sisters dumb, himbo husband staring shamelessly at the tightly packed behind, whilst her boyfriend continued to rub his hand after what was undoubtedly a rough handshake. This was going to be hard work, thought Mary.

Debbie sat them both down on the deck, and as Hank fetched Mary and James an apple juice, and himself a ‘Bud’ Debbie lowered herself carefully into a chair and smiled once again at her sister. And as she did so Mary couldn’t help noticing the beginnings of the double chin. Mary looked again, yes she definitely looked larger around the face and arms but the waist and hips appeared firm. Strange thought Mary.

"So what are you two studying now"

Mary began "I’m still doing Gender Studies".

Debbie smiled again "So just what do you study in Gender, is it kind of like sex".

Mary winced, "I’m studying the effect that being married has on the mental health of women".

Debbie smiled again, "Well that’s a good thing to study, without Hank I’d just be a wreck. I mean I don’t know how women working can possibly bring up a child properly, a child needs a mothers love, don’t you think".

Mary winced once again, "I’d say its more important for a women to be independent, not dependent on the wants and needs of a man".

Debbie didn’t want to go into this subject again, so she decided to switch the conversation. "So, that’s good. Well, err, James what is it you do".

James seemed to wake up from his study of Joe preparing the barbecue and in a distinctly ‘Berkeley’ accent began, "I study the social processes involved in the creation of pollution caused by the overuse of the automobile".

"Well Hank sells cars" Debbie chipped in.

Before James had time to prepare a response the doorbell rang once again, and, desperate to escape Debbie leapt up and wiggled desperately to the door. Almost ripping the skirt in the process.

To her relief her father, Dan, walked in, gave her a hug and beamed at her.

"Damn it Debbie babe you look great. Am I the first here".

"No Daddy, Mary and her new boyfriend are on the deck".

"What kind of freak is this one?" said Dan.

"The usual, he study’s the social processes of automobiles, I think".

Dan snorted, he’d been in the army for ten years, then the sheriffs department for another twenty and had a definite opinion about that kind of thing. In fact it was only for his eldest daughter that he’d agreed to come. He lived in Wichita Falls, so it was no trouble getting there but he really didn’t want to see his ex-wife and her freakish boyfriend, let alone Mary and one of her ‘twinkle-toes’ boyfriends from California. Hopefully he’d be able to hook up with Hank and his buddies, talk about football and cars and have nothing to do with them.

Debbie then began her wiggle through the hall and as she did so Dan just couldn’t help thinking that his eldest daughter appeared to have lost some weight. Not that he was complaining, at least he had one daughter who cared about her appearance.



Fifteen minutes later, after a fair few of the families other relatives had arrived, the doorbell once again rang. Debbie wiggled again to the door and to her considerable relief opened it to her mother. After a short hug Debbie critically looked her over. She was wearing pink leggings, a flowery hippie style shirt and had flowers in her hair. Debbie felt like screaming, how could her mother do this to her, one of the neighbours would definitely see. Hell, half of Wichita Falls must have noticed!

To her horror, at that moment she heard the powerful engine of Brenna Carlson’s Ford Expedition driving up the road, of all the neighbours this was the worst that could possibly have arrived. Brenna was about the same age as her, the wife of the local WalMart manager and although somewhat shorter had a figure and credit card to equal that of Debbie. Her son, Casey, was also several test points up on Danny. She was about the last person Debbie wanted to see her hippie mother and that freakish boyfriend of her’s. Debbie acted quickly.

She thrust her mother through the door of the house, then stood in front of her mother, therefore blocking any view from outside. She then pointed at the van and yelled, with as much force as her tight underwear allowed, "Get that fucking van off my driveway and park it round the back".

Jeff, the fifty five year old ‘boyfriend’ looked in horror as the overly curvy blonde in the tight suit, who he assumed to be Debbie, yelled at him. He then leapt back in the van and shot off down the road.

At that moment the large white Expedition pulled into the house opposite and as Brenna Carlson with her son Casey stepped out Debbie gave her a friendly wave and prayed once again that she hadn’t seen who got out of that camper-van.

Mary stood back in the hall, after not seeing each other for over two years the first words her mother had heard Debbie say were "get that fucking van off my drive". Once again Mary thought to herself "What a bitch".

She then greeted her mother.

Seeing that her mother had now walked off with Mary into the house Debbie wiggled her way down the driveway and over to meet Brenna. They were actually good friends, it was just that in every good friendship a little competition was needed. For instance, the day Hank bought Debbie the new Suburban, Brenna had demanded that her husband went out and trade in her Explorer for a new Expedition. To hell with the debt. And Debbie respected her for that, she’d have done exactly the same. They also had one more thing in common, something that was never discussed, but it involved a few secret visits each year to a lingerie shop down in Dallas.

"Hi there" Debbie said smiling to Brenna.

"Hiya, family all over today" said Brenna, anxious to know just who that freaky van had belonged to.

"Yeah, my mom’s flown over from ….er… Las Vegas" Debbie gulped.

"Oh, she’s one of those seniors who go over to Vegas for the sun, casino’s and cheap real estate" Brenna said slyly.

Debbie normally would have protested about cheap real estate but in the circumstances the last thing Debbie wanted was for it to get out that her mother was a hippie that toured the country in a camper van. It was much better for Brenna to think that she actually owned real estate, however cheap.

"So what have you been doing" said Debbie directing her attention to Casey.

Brenna cut in, this was a question she was desperate to answer.

"We’ve been over at the ranch, Casey’s learning to ride a horse". Brenna smiled smugly.

Casey then cut in, "mommy can I go over to Danny’s house".

Debbie winced, Brenna smiled and looked over. This was her chance to finally meet the family, and see just who did drive that van.

Debbie’s head spun, if she said yes Brenna would have to come over too; to not invite her would look odd. Although at the same time, if she did come over she’d definitely see her mom. Unless. Debbie had an idea.

"Sure, both of you come round. We’ve got barbecue and you can meet the family".

"Cool" said Brenna "I’ll just get changed and be right over".

As Debbie wiggled back across to the house her plan began to form clearly in her head. Her mom wouldn’t be causing any trouble when Brenna was there. She smiled to herself.

Moments later she was showing her mom the way down the stairs into the basement room, whilst being careful not to damage her skirt in the process. This was a relief to her mom who was desperate for a little quality time with her eldest daughter. Debbie told her they were going to look at present she was storing for Mary. This had also pleased her mom.

Seconds later her mother cleared the doorway and stepped into the first of the three basement rooms. Debbie smiled, and pointed at the formidable exercise machine on the floor.

"Mom, I’ve bought this for Mary, so she can work out after all those hours reading. It’s just like the one I use" she said as she ran her hands down her shapely body "but I just want a second opinion about whether its right. And I know you’re an expert on these things".

Her mom eyed the machine over.

"Looks pretty damn good, must have cost over a five hundred bucks" she said.

Debbie smiled, "Yes, well Hank really is making good money. It’s no trouble, I mean what’s family for. You goin’ to have a go on it?".

"Yeah sure, why don’t you join me". Debbie straightened out a little, the mere thought of exercise sent shivers down her spine, she smiled again.

"I couldn’t possibly mom, I spent an hour working out this morning, and, well I just haven’t got the energy right now. It’s hard work entertaining all these people" Debbie said sincerely.

Her mom nodded. "Good to hear it. See ya soon".

She smiled to herself, maybe she’d got the wrong message after her daughters earlier attack on Jeff and the van, and it was a good machine.

Debbie turned, leaving her mom setting up the rowing machine, and as she wiggled carefully up the steps and into the hallway, checking her look in the giant mirror, she prayed that the machine would keep her mom occupied for the time Brenna was here. Her mother could say all sorts of embarrassing things.



Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang once again as Brenna Carlson and her son Casey arrived. Excitedly, moments after their arrival, Casey had shown Danny his new pet lizard and the two boys had run up the stairs to no doubt torment the poor creature or play on Danny’s Nintendo. This pleased both Brenna and Debbie who could now concentrate full time on their look, children can be the perfect fashion accessory one minute and the worst the next.

After some deliberation Debbie had decided to introduce Brenna to her sister, Mary, after all despite being a little strange she did go to a big university and that would no doubt impress. Particularly as Debbie knew that Brenna’s academic qualifications went no further than her own college diploma in beauty therapy. In fact, that’s where they’d first met.

Mary looked up in horror as she saw Debbie approaching with another women who she definitely hadn’t seen before. James had been captured by Hank who was busy showing him and all the other ‘good ol boy’s’ at the party his power tools and sports equipment. She’d mercifully avoided this and instead was sipping another apple juice and wondering just where her mother had gone.

Debbie began, "Hi Mary, I’d like you to meet Brenna, she lives just across the road".

Mary gulped and gave Brenna a glance over. She was somewhat shorter than Debbie, yet had a similar hourglass look, and was tightly encased in a knee length blue dress. Much to Mary’s disgust she also noticed the dark roots on her long blonde hair that confirmed heavy dye and chest that, like Debbie’s, could not possibly have been real. Just another one of Debbie’s bimbo friends Mary concluded.

"Hi I’m Mary, nice to meet you" lied Mary.

After exchanging pleasantries both Debbie and Brenna carefully lowered themselves into chairs either side of Mary and began to help themselves to some apple juice. Both quietly disappointed that there wasn’t something a little heavier on offer.

Mary decided to take the initiative.

"So, Brenna what do you do?" she said, then quickly wished she hadn’t.

Brenna looked a little confused, sipped at her drink and looked over at Debbie.

"Well, err, my husbands manager of the WalMart Supercenter, and I look after our son Casey. What do you do" said Brenna still smiling.

"I study gender issues at Berekley in California" said Mary.

"That’s near San Francisco isn’t it" said Brenna.

"Yes"

"Their all gay in San Francisco aren’t they" said Brenna intelligently.

And so the conversation progressed, and after ten minutes Brenna had successfully established that her husband did in fact earn more that James, and that Mary really ought to look after her appearance a little more. She’d also been told that not everyone in San Francisco really was gay, although Brenna herself really wasn’t sure about that. For her part Mary wanted to scream, she was thoroughly sick of both Debbie and Brenna as they tried desperately to out do each other on family income, kid grades at school and were constantly preening themselves just to make sure everything looked just right. As Brenna began to complain about the presence of an African-American, to use the polite and unused phrase, teacher at Danny’s school Mary was ready to really give them both a piece of her mind, but then mercifully Joe’s barbecue interrupted.

A large man in a chef’s outfit bellowed "Right y’all foods ready just come up and get what you want".

Both Debbie and Brenna smiled and with some difficulty got themselves up from their seats and wiggled over to the table where freshly cut steaks and ribs lay.
For her part, Mary got up and headed into the house in search of her mother. She couldn’t figure out where she could have gone.

After making sure Brenna was happily chatting with her father next to the barbecue Debbie dashed down the steps looking for Hank. It was important he played a prominent role in the proceeding, she wanted every women to see what a hunk of a husband she had, and he was looking particularly good today. As she wiggled round the side of the house she noticed Hank appearing from the outside basement door obviously with another crate of ‘Buds’ for the guys. She stopped him.

"Hank honey, what are you doing" she said sweetly.

Hank paused and put the crate down, "Just getting some more beer, and…er… apple juice for that guy from California".

"Look, honey, I know you’d rather spend time with the guys but I want you to spend some time with me, people need to see us together".

"Sure no problem baby, I’ll drop this off and be right with you. Oh just one more thing, been talking to your mom back there, didn’t know you were giving Mary my multi-gym" said Hank with a concerned look across his face.

Debbie giggled, and rubbed herself seductively against Hank’s hard body. And with a sly smile began:

"Don’t be silly, I just told her that to keep her busy. Brenna’s here and, well, mom can say some silly things sometimes".

"Oh, I see" said Hank, not fully understanding his wife’s motives.

Debbie continued to rub herself against Hank, and as she looked herself over in her vanity mirror and re-applied some lip stick began.

"Hank, honey, have you seen Brenna in that blue dress" Hank nodded "Well I think she’s got a real cheek coming to my party and trying to out-do me like that".

She backed away again, adopting a model’s pose and giving Hank a full view of her spectacular figure.

"Now, honey, I want you to be honest, how do I look" she said.

Hank gulped, "Baby, you look stunning. I mean Brenna can’t do nothing for nobody like you can" he reached over and gave her a hug "You look like something out of a dream"

Debbie smiled broadly, and gave Hank a deep kiss, leaving him with little doubt about what she wanted to do that night. She loved it when he said just what she wanted. And with that she wiggled back up to the barbecue, and Hank followed on with the heavy crate, staring once again at his wife’s tightly packed rear as it tried desperately to burst the stitching of her skirt with each step.

Inside the basement Debbie’s mom leapt off the rowing machine and headed for the door. An open widow had given her all the information she needed. She’d give her stuck of daughter a good piece of her mind, and in front of that bitch from across the road too.

As Mary reached, after searching all around the ground floor of the house, the bottom of the steps she noticed that the deck was on stilts, under which it was clear Hank kept a considerable collection of sports equipment and other things that obviously wouldn’t fit in the house. In fact at that moment she could see him opening yet another beer from a large crate and demonstrating to the group some ridiculously oversized fishing pole. She could also see James looking somewhat unimpressed as Hank demonstrated the perfect swing, and in doing so nearly taking his eye out. What a dumb jock she once again thought to herself, although he does suit Debbie perfectly she thought.

As she walked round the wall she was shocked, a few moments later, to see her mother stagger out, covered in sweat, of what appeared to be a back door.

Mary ran over, "what’s happened mom"

Her mother gasped for breath, "That bitch of a sister of yours just locked me in a god damn basement with a multi-gym. Said she wanted me to try it before she gave it to you, but it seems she just wanted to get me out of the way. Well I’m going to get her".

Mary couldn’t believe it. "Show me".

Moments later Mary was lead down into the basement and shown the multi gym machine, and the window through which she had overheard her eldest daughters conversation. Mary then stepped into the next room, out of pure curiosity, and switched the light on. It had a washing machine and dryer and clothes clearly hanging to dry, as Mary glanced around she noticed a couple of garments that really did catch her eye.

"What’s that mom" she asked pointing to four white ‘panty like’ items that hung drying.

Her mother looked for a second and then smiled broadly.

"They my dear are what are known as girdle’s. It’s what fat, vain girls use to go down a size or two. Looks like your sister has something to hide".

Mary began quickly, "Yes that fits, the girl I spoke with at the beauticians here said that Debbie really had gotten quite big, and by the looks of that suit I’d bet a million bucks she’s got one on right now". Her mother nodded.



As Mary and her mother dashed round towards the deck, uncertain what to do with their newly found piece of information, they saw Hank take one last swish with the giant fishing pole. Then explain just how big the bass was he’d caught with it last month and then lead the rest of the guys up the steps and onto the deck, undoubtedly to fill themselves up with BBQ.

As they stood below surveying the complicated device, a familiar voice could be heard above.

"So just where is your mother" they heard Brenna ask.

"She’s real tired, after the flight over from Vegas and just had to go and have a sleep. I just can’t bare to disturb her" said Debbie caringly.

"Oh" replied Brenna. "Debbie, I just have to ask, but who was driving that van I saw coming out of your drive".

Debbie shifted her weight a little, and began "It was some loser nuts from some wacko cult near Waco. Hank kicked their ass and they ran off". And as Debbie continued to describe the bad people in the van, and how Hank had kicked em real good Mary picked up the fishing pole.

Mary suddenly had a plan, it was crazy in the extreme but it might just work. She looked upwards to where she could clearly see through the gaps in the deck were Debbie stood talking to Brenna. Mary grabbed hold of the giant pole and looked upwards.

As Mary carefully manoeuvred the surprisingly light aluminium pole towards the gap in the deck above, her mother whispered.

"Stop, I’m going up there to give her one last chance", and with that her mother dashed quickly up the stairs.



Debbie gasped as she saw her mother, drenched in sweat and looking as mad as she’d seen her climbing up the steps and towards her.

"Oh shit" she muttered to herself.

"What was that" said Brenna.

"Oh…er… nothing. Let me show you the new hot tub we got last month" said Debbie, trying desperately to manoeuvre herself into a position that blocked her mom from Brenna’s view. A task made particularly difficult by the knee clamping nature of her skirt. But it was too late.

Brenna looked towards her mom, "who’s that, I don’t think we’ve been introduced".

Debbie began to sweat ever so slightly, "Oh, her, she’s nobody. Let me show you the tub".

Now this intrigued Brenna, who stood firm. Debbie never described her relatives as nobody’s, even though most were.

From below Mary could watch all Debbie’s desperate movements, and grew madder by the second. How could she treat their mother like this. She’d had enough, she’d give that bitch a party she’d never forget. And so she slowly began to move the pole into position.

Her mother was now almost next to Debbie, causing her to stick her hips out in one last desperate attempt to keep her mother away. She could just imagine it, Brenna would want to know just how big the retirement home was in Vegas, and her mother would instead tell her about the van. Brenna would appear all interested, find out all the details about her and Jeff’s activities, and she’d never be able to live it down. Then she felt a slight tug. She froze.

No it couldn’t be. Then she felt it again. She yelped ever so slightly. Something was pulling at her girdle. She ran her hand’s desperately down her tightly packed rear and legs, searching for whatever she must have got caught on. She found nothing. As it slipped again her eyes began to bulge.

"What the….." she thought to herself. Then it slipped further again. Debbie thrust her arms onto her hips in a confused attempt to wedge the girdle in place. It continued to slip down, she pushed harder. A look of bemused terror crossed her face. She could feel her excess gradually bulging out, placing more and more pressure on her too tight skirt. She began to fidget desperately, swinging her hips wildly in a hope of shaking off whatever was pulling at her. The girdle continued to slip.

Brenna looked in surprise, then an evil smile crossed her face. She could clearly see Debbie’s excess building up and figured her girdle must be slipping. Brenna had always suspected Debbie of wearing one, but had never been able to prove it. She began to laugh loudly. As this happened every eye on the deck pointed at the strange sight of Debbie wiggling desperately as she expanded slowly inside her skirt.

"Hank, get over here" Debbie yelled.

Hank dropped his latest Bud and in his semi-drunken state began to walk towards his obviously distressed wife. He couldn’t figure out what was happening.

"Don’t stand their you idiot, help me "she yelled.

Hank looked confused, if he knew how he would. The sight of her stood there like that was just too much though.

He grabbed hold of her hips and began to squeeze. In shock Debbie momentarily let go of the slipping girdle. It was an action that would cost her dearly.

"Don’t do that you fool" she bawled, giving Hank a look that was usually reserved for pump attendants and the like. Hank backed away.

Below Mary gave the pole one last tug.

Debbie felt it slip right down. She screamed. And the flood gates opened, Debbie felt the skirt pushed to explosion point. No this couldn’t be happening. Her waist and rear had suddenly increased two sizes, it looked and felt for a brief second like she might explode. Debbie held her breath, and privately cursed every extra cookie or French fry she’d ever eaten.

The crowd looked down at what appeared to be a formidable open-faced girdle laying at her feet, then up at the somewhat larger Debbie. Wild choruses of laughter broke out. Tears welled up in Debbie’s eyes. In a move based more around pure horror and desperation rather than clear thinking she clumsily grabbed downwards to try and restore some dignity and pull up her girdle.

The skirt already under immense pressure gave up the fight. As she reached down, the pressure between her soft skin and the over-stretched material grew too much, with a loud RIPPPP the stitching of her skirt exploded outwards, revealing her bare behind to all. Debbie screamed. This was just too much for her. She lost all sense of clear thinking, nine of her fake finger nails popped off, she could feel her fake eye lashes slipping and as all this happened she instinctively swung her hands back to cover up her exposed rear. The sudden movement was too much for her skin tight top, and as her arms shot back the buttons exploded forward and showered all those stood to her front. They gasped as they stared at Debbie’s formidable and now completely exposed chest, they then looked down to the packed to bursting stomach scruncher. The laughter intensified,

Debbie looked around desperately, everyone was laughing at her. Now in a complete state of panic Debbie acted without thinking, she leapt forward in an attempt to dash through the sliding doors. As she leapt forward the girdle at her legs acted as a vice, and within seconds the body of Debbie Hill went crashing to the floor. She screamed once more as her body thudded again the patio deck. Then she blanked out.

Bellow Mary smiled to herself as she listened to the laughter above. Hank looked in horror as he ran over to comfort his fallen wife. Brenna was laughing so hard she almost collapsed, Debbie would never live this down.

"Hey Debbie, been working out much lately" she said between laughs.

"You look even worse than that freaky sister of yours" she continued.

That was it, Mary had Brenna lined up and began to pull. This was another phoney who needed to be exposed. Brenna screamed but it was too late, within seconds her girdle lay at her feet. The rest of the crowd began to laugh harder. It was too much for the distraught Brenna, she like Debbie before her, tried desperately to grab for the girdle and as she did so Debbie’s mother stood behind said,

"Here let me give you a hand" and with that she gave her a solid push forward.

And as she fell another loud RIPPP could be heard as Brenna Carlson crashed down next to the stunned Debbie. She too blanked out as she hit the deck.

As Hank carried the now frozen with shock and embarrassment women through the patio doors and up the stairs Mary could be heard from below yelling triumphantly

"It is true that everything is bigger in Texas".

The deck irrupted in hysterical laughter.