Slipping into your car, you just wish the windows were tinted to better hide you. Feeling exposed from having to wear the only outfit that Barbara left you. Obviously, you've never worn a womens' swimsuit before, but her letter said to meet her at the beach. So you had to put it on, nothing else would fit your incredible new body. It was still mortifying how well you filled it out, and how much you wanted to dig that back from burying itself deep in your arse crack.
The nightmare feeling of your fuller rump, was sinking deeper in the car seat. Even the extra width in your hips was different. A strangled groan whimper as you realised you still had to move it forward to reach the pedals. It just made your bust feel even bigger, too full and too near the steering wheel. Your whole body feeling awkward and those curves you admired, just feeling 'in the way'.
A hiss of pain coming from your lips, as your hair caught between your back and the chair.
Having to meet Barbara as the woman you cheated on her with... is hard to stomach. It wasn't your first indiscretion, and you always apologised. But, this... this! This had never happened before, as questions raced through your mind.
'How?' was foremost in your mind, the 'why?' was painfully obvious, as you caught your/Michelle's reflection, and just as importantly, 'Can it be fixed?'.
Your head was buzzing with the anticipation and dread of meeting Barbara.
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