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Chapter 4: Bella Complies by Absentedmindedspirit
Bella looked down, shamefacedly, at her police boots, and thought back to the first time she had laced them up. Some hope still lingered in her that, with this behind her, she may be able to move on as a cop, her dream job, if not in this town then some other. At least, that’s what she tried to rationalize as she began to loosen her tie and unbutton her blue shirt, her soon to be exposed ass pointed to the interstate. Anything other than that all of her power, along with everything else, was about to be stripped from her. Or even further, that she had always been a weak, powerless girl playing dress up, and that she was secretly glad, had even been waiting, to be corrected by this real woman. No, she tried to squelch that thought and the growing sensation in her tummy and nethers as she pressed her thighs tightly together and pressed on. Even the way she stripped wouldn’t be her choice, though, or without further humiliation.
“No dummy; the Mayor’s Wife, Tasmin, cackled cattily; start at the bottom.”
Bella blushed even deeper as she hopped around awkwardly on the shoulder of the interstate, trying to pry her boot off. As she struggled to free her foot she plopped down on the pavement, a short drop, and finally managed to tug it off. Its mate soon followed.
She stood up with a few more embarrassing revelations: without her boots she was well under five foot tall, barely 4 foot 7, to be exact. A certain disadvantage she had compensated for with both bulky boots and hidden lifts to raise her height a few inches above that precious five foot mark. Sure, they had made her teeter and wobble clumsily, but even in her off time she wore the boots or exaggerated heels and lifts. Hell, she had even already used her limited police connections at the DMV to exaggerate her height to her fantastic dream, 5’4”, on all her licenses and Id’s. With her heavy pair of boots and lifts in one hand, her weak body seemed to tilt to one side, and with her pink face and burning cheeks she looked a bit like she had as a kid: a young, awkward teen just beginning to be forced sing "I’m a Little Teapot", for the amusement of school bullies to get her clothes back before anyone saw. Now she was giving up her clothes, more or less voluntarily, and as she was still scarcely the height of an average 5th grader, it was quite the comical sight for a so called adult woman.
To bottom it all off, her not so dainty feet were exposed. Not too large at a size 11, on her short frame they looked tremendous and gave her even more of a clownish air, along with looking like something a dorky dweeb in junior high would have to deal with, out of proportion, flat out, big feet, not a problem for the mature lady she thought she knew she wanted to be. She thought a lot. Her big toe wiggled out of one blue sock and tasted the crisp morning air with vexation.
“Come now, we haven’t got all day. Well, I have, since I don’t work, but my time is still much more valuable than yours, and besides, you’ll need to be out there pounding the pavement on those big feet looking for a new job, Officer Bozo, I mean…”; Bella’s hopes of any kind of respectful correction were dashed as she mockingly finished, pointedly, “ex-Officer Bozo. Time to take your toys. Utility belt off!”
The whole procedure to drop her boots and divest herself of all her weapons, of her nightstick, handcuffs, pepper-spray, taser, and .357 S&W was merely a matter of a few snaps.. The heavy belt, pulled out of its straps, took her radio down with it, the whole ensemble landing at her feet.
Tasmin grabbed at Bella’s shiny star, which Bella polished religiously, and pulled it way with a short shrip that left a good portion of her padded blue bra on display. Only as an afterthought, as she was about to repeat the same procedure to Bella’s shoulder patches, did she explain, saying, “These will be my trophies, souvenirs.”, as she dangled the badge in front of the former policewoman’s eyes by the strip of ripped cloth for demonstration. Her symbols of authority and dignity, stripped. “And I’m not even half-way there…” Bella thought as her pussy spasmed.
Dressed in just her uniform pants and shirt, without her symbols and instruments of authority she felt more like she was being mugged on a way to a costume party, than having ever been a real officer, now demoted.
When the patches were ripped off, cotton wadding fell out that had been concealed in the lining of each sleeve. It was obvious when she finally removed the tattered shirt, that more than her bra was boosted with stuffing. Even her mediocre biceps she boasted had been phony, her real chicken-wings scrawny, puny, pathetic. Laughable. And laugh the bitch did.
“So this is what happens when you don’t drink your milk, huh? You don’t even have a single boob between the two.” She poked her razor sharp nail onto the gold star of the blue cup. Bella felt, even under all that padding, the slender finger pressing, centered right on top of her now rock hard nipple.
With all the brouhaha over Bella’s brassiere, the cute former cop prayed the brassy Mayoral wife hadn’t even noticed Bella’s other bit of fakery.
She had.
Reaching around her small body, Tasmin easily enveloped her momentarily before her razor sharp nails found an opening, and started to peel away Bella’s phony rubber abs.
“Please, she tried to reason, wait! You don’t understand!” She even struggled, but all in vain as the contraption was peeled away like a banana skin, her muffin top now spilling over the waist band of her panties, a solid gut.
“No, I understand all too well, I’ve; she looked up, as though thinking of a lie; seen these on sale. Pretty pricey, very nice.” The rubber abs waved limply in the wind and Bella’s whole body blushed, visibly. “What’s the matter piggy, too many donuts?”
Bella actually tried to answer, not argumentatively, but as though begging for mercy, “I just sit in my cruiser a lot, there isn’t really much for me to do, it’s not my fault, I…”
Tasmin cut her off, “Sure, sure, excuses, excuses, now your undies.”
“But my underwear isn’t part of my uniform…”
“Really, Deputy Dog?”, Tasmin pointed at her blue bra with gold stars, the same as her panties. The wife flipped the back of her waistband down, “HA! You even wrote Officer Bella Keith on the label. Going back to sleep-away camp soon?” Bella brushed her hand away from the area quickly, blushing at yet another humiliating memory, and as a distraction, unclasped her bra quickly. After all, it had been absurdly obvious since her shirt was first ripped that she stuffed, but she was still chagrined to be forced to prove so publicly that her bouncing b’s were all pillow and puffery, that she was pathetically flat-chested. Now, along with her authority, marks of very womanhood were being confiscated. She was grateful her back was to the road, not so much for the chilly morning air which sharpened her sexually charged nips to ruby.
“Now, Tasmin ordered, drop your panties.”
Bella hesitated a bit, much longer than she had with her bra.
“Well?!”, Tasmin grew impetuous.
Bella hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled down…
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