Dinner Party

Paul returned with the food, plates, wine, and glasses, to the girls again giggling at his return; he was really glad to see Molly connecting with her old friend. He loved to see her have the joy she deserved. “I hope everyone is hungry; I ordered intending left overs.”

Placing the food presentation out on the table, he poured out the wine and handed to the girls.

“Oh, wow!” exclaimed Katie, “thank you so much! It seems like I’m either tossing together frozen stuff or risking old take out these days.” she sighed with a very melancholy tone. “Life of a single lady. Uh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” she attempted a depressed Beyoncé rendition.

“Oh, please!” admonished Molly, “you were going through a list of beaus earlier to try to figure out which one you could pair up the best costume with for the party. You have any guy drooling off you at every con you go to and a following of thousands on the gram.”

Katie laughed, “well, ya. Love my nerd squad, and I keep a few guys around, but just never found a connection like you two. How do you get through all the bullshit together?”

Paul interjected, “like you said, ‘together’. Ya, the world is crazy and we have our fun & trouble, our ups & downs, but we agreed early on to be there with each other; open and honest regardless,” Paul took the few steps to stand next to her and put his arm on her shoulder and continued, “even when she wants to bite my head off.” Which earned a chuckle from Katie.

Molly looked up at him and wrapped her arm around his thighs rubbing her hand up and down his smooth, glistening legs and smiled at him with a quiet moan.

“A true love story for the ages,” Katie continued capturing Paul’s attention, but Molly continued to look up at him and rub his leg higher and higher as she sipped the wine absentmindedly. “Are ya’ll fine continuing while we eat.”

“Sure,” said Paul.

“Sounds great,” Molly replied not turning from her current enjoyment smelling her husbands scent as she rubbed up and down his thigh, finishing higher and higher.

“Great!” Katie said as she slid the print out of the model to the middle of the table. “The original model had boots and fishnets, but we wanted to go in another direction,” she continued as she tossed some sushi, rice, and hibachi on her plate.

“We were afraid we were going to have to do some thick tights or leggings, but it looks like that won’t be necessary. October is still likely to be warm that time of year, so Molly, were you thinking thigh highs or panty hose or....” Molly wasn’t paying attention to what Katie was saying at that moment as her hand reached under his shorts to find bare buttocks; her nostrils flared as her heart pounded, breath increased, & eyes widened with desire.

Unfortunately, at the same moment, Paul was barely noticing her moving under the hemline of his shorts as his brain locked on the mention of panty hose, “No!” to which both girls visibly jumped back a bit confused by his sudden rejection. Paul could tell he was a little to forceful and needed to find a way to ease this over if he wanted things to go his way. “Well, what I was meaning was that they had to do so much to work on getting my legs prepped and such a good job, I figured since they were already out there, we could leave them natural.” At that point Molly reached out to feel his surprisingly velvety leg and started rubbing up & down again to make sure that wasn’t the issue, and seemed to pay it no mind as she continued; she let out an almost imperceptible sigh as she didn’t realize she was holding her breathe.

Molly continued to rub his smooth thigh almost enthralled by the smooth texture and looked over at Katie, she said, “I think that could work; what about you?”

“Well, I think it might be letting him off easy not having to deal with stockings or panty hose,” Katie responded.

“What is it you always say to me, Paul, ‘better to leave the runway clear when I’m in a skirt’ I believe?”

Paul balked at her thinking about his panache to leave her in a dress, shoes, and nothing else. The thrill of her non-exhibitionist nature being nearly naked in public gave him such a rush. The fact she was threatening to turn it back on him. “Well, no, that’s not what I was after. I just know that it gets warm and I know we’re trying to keep it as real as we can get and I figured my skin and legs with the tanning could be my contributions.”

Molly laughed at him squirming a bit, “oh, don’t worry, you’re not going commando, Sir,” she said with a glint in her eye, “gotta make sure you’re presentable as a sexy girl, not a whore.” She winked at him running her hand along his inner thigh while her referencing their many play times.

Katie chuckled a bit, “well, yes, this outfit does have that lovely skirt, but the crinolines it has are not part of the costume and I think it's vital that we include those to really make it stand out correctly.”

Paul somewhat distracted by Molly’s motions “uh-huh, sure.”

As they continued their conversation, Molly realized she had a hunger building and this probably wasn’t stopping, so she reached out her unoccupied hand to pop a piece of sushi in her mouth; so much more savory than normal she nearly moaned at the heightened enrichment of her senses.

“Also, to ensure that we have the right shape,” Katie continued looking down at his pudgy waistline accentuated by the knot of his shirt still left by Brooke at the salon, “while the skirt & crinolines will mask the hips, we’re going to need some body-shaping tools for the waist.”

Paul nodded his head before he realized the subtle jab at his pudgy waist, “hey!!”, he defensively blurted out looking at Katie as he stood up, “I’ve lined up time with Tr- Bill to focus on that.” he was a little surprised he nearly said “Trainer Bill”, but caught himself. “I’m sure I’ll be fit before then.”

Knowing his eating habits and lack of follow through on exercise, Katie had to scoff back a chuckle at his response, “regardless of if you get fit or not, there are inherent physical differences between a man and a woman beyond just boobs and a vag. In this case, we need to have your waist line come in while the skirt flares out; make sense?”

“K, I guess so; a waist cincher should be doable,” Paul responded as he headed to the kitchen to get Molly’s special YumYum sauce he forgot.

“Uh, no, Sir!” Molly rubbed his thigh as he went by, “uh-uh! You told me if we’re going to do it, we’re going to do it right! You said that I always need a good, high quality, steel-boned corset for durability and safety, right?”

“well, yes, but...”

“You said I’m not supposed to swat your hot butt,” she jumped on him as he walked away in the shorts and she breathed in a bit. Katie noticed the paused distraction from her over driven friend, “so, to do it right, I’m going to get you a high-quality corset from a friend of mine that is absolutely divine!! You will be amazed at how well it shapes to your body and contour! You’ll love it”

“Uh-huh,” Paul shouted from down the hall.

“Perfect!” Katie kept it rolling in a raised voice without much time to slowdown, “and above it, we’ll make sure the you have a good quality chest I have some models to try from.” At that, Katie wheeled out a suitcase that had been sitting unseen beside the couch.

As Paul returned with the bottle of sauce, Katie was opening her case with various forms of tan & white tits with various smaller, unidentifiable pieces of tinted silicon. “Woah,” Paul said looking at the various sizes and shapes.

Katie chuckled, “I Know. I have a problem! But, in my defense, a lot of comic heroines have very unrealistic proportions and I wasn’t given a lot to start with,” she gestured to her ‘natural’ B cup chest that was only achieved through padding. Katie continues as she leans into the pile of faux flesh to find the right outfit, “now, you don’t want to be mistaken for a guy in a dress and it is a ‘sexy’ Halloween when we girls sometimes enhance things anyway, so I was thinking these,” she grunts as she pulls up two globes almost the size of her head, “my Gigantic Girls, GG’s. Whaddya think?”

Paul looked at the large fake tits over her chest and while they looked like something to play with, they seemed like a big red flag to say. “Umm... I think those would cause the wrong kind of attention. Like some sort of caricature drag queen.”

“Oh, you’re so much taller than me! It will look so different!” She holds them up to his chest “hold these”

“Oh geez,” Paul was surprised by their absolute weight, “I don’t think these are right” barely able to see her knees on the couch while standing in front of her.

Trying to shift them around to make them logical, he replied with a chuckle, “I just don’t think they’re me.”

Katie chuckled, “well, we don’t want them seeing a guy standing there at first blush, do we?”

“Well, no,” Paul countered, “but I also don’t want to look like a Dolly Parton Frankenstein or some joke of a frat boy making fun of women either. Don’t you have something a bit more tame?”

Katie looked at him and surmised an option, “less tame, hrm, give me those”

As Paul handed them back to Katie, Molly continued to snack on the savory sushi loving the contrasting display of her man with obvious fake boobs.

Katie started rummaging around for other options before returning this something that seemed closer to melted baseballs, “here, try these.”

Holding this light weight pads, Paul bounced them in his hands for a moment and shrugged his shoulders before placing them against his chest. “These seem rather pointless.”

“Well, yes, of course they don’t have points; they’re meant to be round,” Katie tried to be punny.

Paul just groaned in reply, “no, I meant they don’t really give an appearance of a woman’s chest... more like I just haven’t lost any weight and still have large man boobs.”

Katie smiled and chuckled to herself, “ok,” she responds taking them back and then reaches into her bag of silicon with a pair of tits that seem almost exactly between the two in size.

“Okay,” Paul said holding them against him while he missed the conspiratorial look Katie gave to Molly, “these seem more reasonable. What do you think, Molly?”

Molly quickly turned her head back to him, “well, if you’re just not man enough to be Dolly Parton, I guess that’s understandable; not many are,” popped another sushi as she sipped at her wine.

“Har, har,” Paul shot back, “seriously do my breasts fit my frame.”

Molly stifled a giggle, “*your* breasts, already? But I think they do fit your size better. Do you think they should just glue on or would they need a bra too?” Molly turned to ask Katie.

“Well, I have some good quality glue and they make even better-quality products out there, but I think a bra would give them better support while giving them more realistic hold and not like a floosy or flower child without a bra.”

Paul wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation as he was messing with the boobs placing them in different orientations while fondling the odd extremities.

“Could they go *without* a bra; it is his preferred attire for his girls after all.”

Paul shot a glance at Molly while rolling his eyes, as Katie chuckled and continued, “the glue would definitely hold them, but it will pull on his skin all night,” she sat thinking pensively.

Looking at the contract between the faux flesh and his skin, “can you make them darker to match my skin or put something on them in case they’re seen?”

Katie openly laughed at that, “planning on flashing the party, are we?” Paul rolled his eyes at that comment too, “the outfit is full covering and high neckline so not likely,” Katie directed Paul to the graphic on the table. “However, these are the ones I often use, but you could reach out to the silicone maker I use to have a different tint to them.” An idea peaked in Katie’s head, “actually, you could get them to make you a breast plate in the tint you want and then you wouldn’t have to worry about it pulling your skin so much.”

“Breast plate sounds kind of bad ass,” Paul replied pleasantly.

“Oh, fuck!” Molly blurted out grabbing her head.

Paul tossed the fake tits on the couch next to Katie and turned to his wife obviously in pain, “hun, what happened?”

“Shit shit shit!” she said rubbing her forehead, “I didn’t fucking think about that sauce on there. Fuck Fuck fuck!!”

Paul looked down at the half-eaten container of sushi with the noticeable cream sauce and the still sealed bottle next to it.

“Fuck. MSG migraine?” Paul realized considering her trigger.

“Dammit, yes! And bad too.” Molly seethed. This was going to be a bad one.

“Oh, hun! These always hit you so hard!” Katie tried to comfort her, “get in a dark room, take your meds, and get some rest; I’ll give you some peace and we can finish this”

“NO!” Molly firmly interrupted, grabbing her head while the two looked at her with cringing concern.

“No,” she continued more quietly but almost seething through her teeth. “I’m tired of this shit interfering and delaying everything.”

Katie & Paul shared a knowing glance that she is going to bed regardless.

“Stop it, you two,” Molly admonished when she saw their shared look. “I know this is going to knock me out, but Katie, you & I talked all day. You two finish it up.” Molly stood up a bit wobbly while they looked on as Paul tried to steady her. “I’m going to take **** and lie in a quiet, sealed room. The best thing you two can do for me is finish this up while I’m out of commission so I don’t have to worry about it as well.”

“Okay hun,” Katie concerned.

“Let me just help you to bed and I’ll come back & finish up with her,” Paul stated holding out his hand for her.

“Fine. But I better not hear that front door close for at least an hour, Katie. I don’t care how much the **** hit me, I’ll hunt your creative ass down.”

“I get it, go get rest,” she said as Paul guided her down the hall. He really did hate when this happened to her and tried to pamper her as much as he could.