INCIDENT IN THE PARK
Written by Akabax
akabax@gmail.com
(hum, exhib, nc, ScFi)
It was Saturday, and the sun shone brightly from a clear sky. Lana
put her shopping bags into the trunk. She then left the car at the
parking lot in front of the mall, and walked towards the park.
Lana was thirty-four years old. She was wearing a white T-shirt, a
blue skirt and a pair of sandals. She was a big woman. Not actually
fat, but enough to make her stick to loose clothing, which did not
expose her plump form.
The park was a bit crowded, but she found a spot where she sat down.
A family was sitting nearby. A father, a mother, and two sons. They
were sitting on a blanket, eating some food the had brought along. In
the other end of the park, she notice some young men playing
football. They were not bad looking.
The first thing she noticed was her panties. They seemed too small,
moving up into her crack. It was strange that she didn't notice it
earlier. And her T-shirt seemed very tight.
Slowly, she realised that her clothes were shrinking. She quickly
stood up, what should she do? How could this be? She felt the urge to
panic.
She tried to think. Her sandals not a problem, she could just take
them of. She bend down to do so. She was painfully aware how her
skirt tightened around her large butt, its hem creeping up almost to
her crotch.
Flushing, she quickly unfastened the buckles, and stepped out of the
sandals. She stood up, and put them into her handbag.
She had to get back to her car.
She walked as quickly as possible. her skirt were now clutched so
tightly around her thighs, that it might tear if she tried to run.
Each step she took caused the crotch of her panties to chafe against
her privates, and her skirt to rub over her rear. She did not swing
her arms naturally when she walked, since this caused the T-shirt to
rub against her breasts. Instead, she kept them motionless down
against her sides.
As already mentioned, Lana was a rather plumb lady. And as the
shrinking fabric tightened around her body, they made her chubby form
bulge out in a most remarkable way.
Her skirt was now so tight that her inner thighs was rubbing against
each other as she walked. She walked quickly, with her eyes fixed at
the sidewalk. It was like an inverted catwalk: She did not want to be
noticed in this kind of clothing, but she was. Conversations stopped
as she passed, and one time a pair of prepubescent giggled openly.
Her T-shirt had crept up past her navel, and the tight sleeves was
making the flesh of her upper arm bulge out obscenely. Her breasts
were painfully crushed, and her nipples were clearly visible,
standing out against the outstretched fabric. Each breach she took
caused the T-shirt to contract further around her poor breasts.
Finally, she approached the parking lot. She had through herself to
be lucky when she parked the car: She had found a place right next to
the entrance to the mall. Unfortunately, it was a place where a lot
of people passed by.
She walked over to her car. The keys were in her handbag. She opened
it, and searched anxiously. The handbag was full of her necessities:
hairbrush, makeup, a notebook, a magazine, her purse, and a heap of
miscellaneous objects which didn't really belong in a handbag. She
had also dropped her sandals into it. The keys were not easy to
find.
She took the sandals up. She considered placing them on the roof of
the car, but she would need to lift her arms to do so, and that might
cause her stretched out T-shirt to tear. Instead, she tossed them on
the ground.
She did the same with the magazine. She heard a soft clink, as her
keys hit the ground.
Obviously, the keys had hidden themselves inside the magazine. And as
she had dropped the magazine, she had also dropped her keys. They
were now lying on the ground in front of her.
She had to pick them up. But to do so, she had to bend down. Her
skirt was tight enough as it was. In fact, they hurt like hell.
Bending down was to ask for a really big disaster. But she really
didn't have a choice.
She placed herself with her right side towards the keys. Then she
slowly bend her knees as far as she could, without bending forward.
The tightening of her thigh muscles caused the hem of her skirt to
bite painfully into her skin. It was an unsteady position, since she
was forced to stand on her toes, and her legs were shaking slightly.
She carefully twisted her upper body sideways, stretching her right
hand towards the keys. Her arm was about ten inches too short.
Slowly, she began to bend forward. Just before her fingertips touched
the key, she heard a tearing sound. The tightening around her waist
disappeared, and she felt a soft breeze against her rear, which were
now exposed to everybody.
She bended down further, at grasped the keys.
She quickly straightened herself up, and as she did, her T-shirt
teared in the front, her large breasts bouncing out.
With her left hand covering her naked breasts, she unlocked the door.
She got in, and started the car. As she drove away, she noticed with
frustration that one of the bystanders were holding a camera.