Haylie was always a bigger girl. At 5"10' she had a few inches on most other women, and the consequences of that were very readily apparent. to suit her bigger than average frame she had very large breasts, in addition to a rear end that jiggled with every step she took. her breasts were so large in fact she had a hard time seeing down to her big, plush size 12.5 feet, which were always disproportionately huge in comparison to the rest of her. Her feet were always a point of embarrassment for the buxom redhead having been teased about them in high school and college, so she always did her best to wear tennis shoes and thick ankle socks at every opportunity. The one day in college she did decide to wear sandals she almost died when the other girls would point and giggle. Not even her boyfriend of three months, Brad had seen them, despite offering her a foot massage once after a particularly long day at work.
Speaking of Brad he'd recently started to notice a concerning pattern of behavior in his new girlfriend. you see, she was always a little chubbier, not so much that anyone would really notice, even with the provocative clothing she tended to wear on a fairly regular basis. she mostly gained her weight in her already luscious ass and breasts. But her affinity for sweets had started to become more and more noticeable. and a mutual friend of theirs, Abby, who had a secret crush on Haylie for some time, since they were roommates in college, had also noticed. It was a shame, Abby had always had fetishes about Haylie that she was sure to always keep a secret. Her large breasts and ass, and the way that she unknowingly always put them on display turned her on. She just knew that if Haylie was more self aware she'd be absolutely humiliated by the way she shamelessly jiggled everywhere to the disdain of other girls and in her head she had fantasies about teasing her for being such a bimbo to deal out a little justice.
Little did she know that soon Brad would unwittingly offer her an opportunity to fulfill those desires. You see Brad gave Haylie an ultimatum, that it was him or her addiction to sugar. With that Abby cooked up a plot, she made up a fake weight loss camp and gave Brad the phony flyer for it. In reality one of Abby's secret girlfriends in the fetish community was letting her use her mansion to trick Haylie into becoming her slave! That's where our story begins...
"Ooh, I don't know Brad!" exclaimed Haylie with a whine, "Do we have to drive to the middle of nowhere for this? Couldn't I just pinky swear I'll do better"? "No Haylie" Brad sighed, "Abby said that her friend ran this program and I think it might be good for us if you spent a little time away from temptation". "No fair"! Haylie crossed her arms and pouted like a petulant child. Hours later as they approached the mansion thoughts started to run through Haylie's head about how this was looking more like a vacation than anything, she started to imagine a few months of lounging around a mansion with an Olympic sized pool and servants and suddenly the prospect of cutting down on brownies started to not seem so bad.
They approached the front door, adorned with a knocker in the shape of a naked, blindfolded woman about Haylie's shape. The kinky knocker's likeness was not lost on her and she began to subconsciously blush, not aware of the sign this was of things to come. The door was answered by a woman, about 5"6' with dark eyeshadow, a shoulder length bob haircut and a tight, form fitting purple dress that, while sexy, had an air of class to it as well. "Come on in, I've been expecting you" she said warmly. They stepped into the spacious home adorned with fancy vases and curtains, with marble tile on the floors. An excited squeak almost escaped Haylie's full pouty lips and a resounding, "Jackpot"! entered her mind. The woman introduced herself, "I am Giselle, and I run this program to help inspire women to do better. You'll be staying here at my discretion, and will only be discharged when I deem you have truly learned the proper lessons I attempt to instill. But first, there is the matter at hand, we need to take your various stats as a barometer of where you are and what your goals will be, so if you would, please change into the following attire." with that she held up a skimpy bikini/thong combo that matched the Purple of her dress.
"Ooh! that's a bit revealing don't you think"!? Haylie exclaimed as her face flushed a shade of beet red. "Well your clothing will give an inaccurate reading of where you're at, and I strive for one hundred percent accuracy" the smile on her face and tone of her voice took on a sexy, yet ominous quality that gave Haylie chills. "O-okay" she meekly replied as she took the revealing outfit from Giselle. A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, wearing the bikini, but both Brad and Giselle had taken notice that she did not remove her large tennis shoes yet. "Umm, sweetie? Those will have to come off too" she said as she raised an eyebrow. Haylie's apprehension was no secret to either of them, she blushed and began sensually wiggling as she moaned her response, "Do I have tooo?" "Yes, don't be a silly girl" she replied with a wink. With that Haylie began to untie her sneakers, standing up the top-heavy beauty awkwardly stumbled as she popped each shoe off, standing there in only socks. Giselle shook her head and said "Nuh uh silly girl, don't make me come over there!" with a giggle, pointing at her socked feet.
Haylie's face shined in embarrassment as she stumbled to remove her socks as well, and as her now bare feet rested back on the cold tile, her toes started to subconsciously wiggle in humiliation. "Ooh look what we have here!" bubbled Giselle "My Haylie what big feet you have!" Haylie gasped at her comment and began to bashfully try to cover one foot with the other. "Brad you are dismissed, Haylie's treatment begins now" Brad snapped out of his daze staring at his girlfriend's large squirming feet and reluctantly left the mansion, giving Haylie a peck as he walked out. The door shut and Giselle's visage became more mischevious. Abby turned the corner to Haylie's shock, and her eyes confusedly darted between the two women, but before she could blurt out anything Abby interrupted, "Well hello sweetie! I'm sure you have a few questions, and boy oh boy are we gonna answer them!"
...To Be Continued!?!?
Speaking of Brad he'd recently started to notice a concerning pattern of behavior in his new girlfriend. you see, she was always a little chubbier, not so much that anyone would really notice, even with the provocative clothing she tended to wear on a fairly regular basis. she mostly gained her weight in her already luscious ass and breasts. But her affinity for sweets had started to become more and more noticeable. and a mutual friend of theirs, Abby, who had a secret crush on Haylie for some time, since they were roommates in college, had also noticed. It was a shame, Abby had always had fetishes about Haylie that she was sure to always keep a secret. Her large breasts and ass, and the way that she unknowingly always put them on display turned her on. She just knew that if Haylie was more self aware she'd be absolutely humiliated by the way she shamelessly jiggled everywhere to the disdain of other girls and in her head she had fantasies about teasing her for being such a bimbo to deal out a little justice.
Little did she know that soon Brad would unwittingly offer her an opportunity to fulfill those desires. You see Brad gave Haylie an ultimatum, that it was him or her addiction to sugar. With that Abby cooked up a plot, she made up a fake weight loss camp and gave Brad the phony flyer for it. In reality one of Abby's secret girlfriends in the fetish community was letting her use her mansion to trick Haylie into becoming her slave! That's where our story begins...
"Ooh, I don't know Brad!" exclaimed Haylie with a whine, "Do we have to drive to the middle of nowhere for this? Couldn't I just pinky swear I'll do better"? "No Haylie" Brad sighed, "Abby said that her friend ran this program and I think it might be good for us if you spent a little time away from temptation". "No fair"! Haylie crossed her arms and pouted like a petulant child. Hours later as they approached the mansion thoughts started to run through Haylie's head about how this was looking more like a vacation than anything, she started to imagine a few months of lounging around a mansion with an Olympic sized pool and servants and suddenly the prospect of cutting down on brownies started to not seem so bad.
They approached the front door, adorned with a knocker in the shape of a naked, blindfolded woman about Haylie's shape. The kinky knocker's likeness was not lost on her and she began to subconsciously blush, not aware of the sign this was of things to come. The door was answered by a woman, about 5"6' with dark eyeshadow, a shoulder length bob haircut and a tight, form fitting purple dress that, while sexy, had an air of class to it as well. "Come on in, I've been expecting you" she said warmly. They stepped into the spacious home adorned with fancy vases and curtains, with marble tile on the floors. An excited squeak almost escaped Haylie's full pouty lips and a resounding, "Jackpot"! entered her mind. The woman introduced herself, "I am Giselle, and I run this program to help inspire women to do better. You'll be staying here at my discretion, and will only be discharged when I deem you have truly learned the proper lessons I attempt to instill. But first, there is the matter at hand, we need to take your various stats as a barometer of where you are and what your goals will be, so if you would, please change into the following attire." with that she held up a skimpy bikini/thong combo that matched the Purple of her dress.
"Ooh! that's a bit revealing don't you think"!? Haylie exclaimed as her face flushed a shade of beet red. "Well your clothing will give an inaccurate reading of where you're at, and I strive for one hundred percent accuracy" the smile on her face and tone of her voice took on a sexy, yet ominous quality that gave Haylie chills. "O-okay" she meekly replied as she took the revealing outfit from Giselle. A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom, wearing the bikini, but both Brad and Giselle had taken notice that she did not remove her large tennis shoes yet. "Umm, sweetie? Those will have to come off too" she said as she raised an eyebrow. Haylie's apprehension was no secret to either of them, she blushed and began sensually wiggling as she moaned her response, "Do I have tooo?" "Yes, don't be a silly girl" she replied with a wink. With that Haylie began to untie her sneakers, standing up the top-heavy beauty awkwardly stumbled as she popped each shoe off, standing there in only socks. Giselle shook her head and said "Nuh uh silly girl, don't make me come over there!" with a giggle, pointing at her socked feet.
Haylie's face shined in embarrassment as she stumbled to remove her socks as well, and as her now bare feet rested back on the cold tile, her toes started to subconsciously wiggle in humiliation. "Ooh look what we have here!" bubbled Giselle "My Haylie what big feet you have!" Haylie gasped at her comment and began to bashfully try to cover one foot with the other. "Brad you are dismissed, Haylie's treatment begins now" Brad snapped out of his daze staring at his girlfriend's large squirming feet and reluctantly left the mansion, giving Haylie a peck as he walked out. The door shut and Giselle's visage became more mischevious. Abby turned the corner to Haylie's shock, and her eyes confusedly darted between the two women, but before she could blurt out anything Abby interrupted, "Well hello sweetie! I'm sure you have a few questions, and boy oh boy are we gonna answer them!"
...To Be Continued!?!?