Yoga Pants

"Here," Amy said, after a bit more rummaging while her bottomless roommate danced around nervously. "I guess I can let you borrow a pair of my yoga pants. But if you stretch them out so much they're unusable, you'll have to pay to replace them."

The yoga pants were plain black, ordinary, not too expensive. Amy didn't wear them much, she was almost as shy about her skinny legs and small ass as she was about her flat chest. She was one of the few women left in America who only wore her yoga pants for yoga.

The only unusual thing about them was their size. They were XS in a brand that runs small. Bianca, with her shapely hips and ass, wasn't exactly fat (though Amy had heard some of the boys describe her as "thicc"), but she was FAR from an extra small.

"But," Bianca said as she held them up, "what if I can't get them on? Like the panties?"

"They're stretchy," Amy said, "so stretch them."

Bianca did as she was told, yanking and pulling them up her thighs while Amy filmed her on her phone. Her hopping up and down caused her tits to jiggle until they fell out the bottom of her shirt again, but Amy insisted they could fix that later and continued to film Bianca's struggle against the yoga pants.

She got a nice laugh when Bianca fell over backwards, but refused to help her up.

Eventually, Bianca gave up when she just couldn't get the pants up over her ass.

"Well," Amy said, brandishing the scissors, "I guess it's time for some more alterations."

Amy cut down the sides of the yoga pants, from the waist band to mid-thigh, allowing her to pull them over Bianca's ass and then tie the sides of the waist band back together.

The result actually looked somewhat fashionable, though it exposed a wide swath of skin on Bianca's hips.

"Ow, fuck," Bianca said, "it's still way too tight in, um, some places."

Amy walked around to the front and saw what she meant. The modified yoga pants were digging deep into Bianca's pussy lips, giving her an obvious camel toe.

Amy rubbed the seam of the yoga pants, where she new it must be pressing against Bianca's clit and watched Bianca squirm some more.

"Oh, this must be uncomfortable indeed. It's like a front-wedgie, and the seem is right on your sensitive clit. Oh, well. I don't remember you caring much about my comfort as you tormented me over the years, so I suppose you can suffer a little too. Now, just one last thing before we go to the party."

Bianca looked terrified, "what now?"

"Well, I warned you if you ruined my yoga pants you'd have to replace them. How much money do you have?"

"What? You're robbing me?"

"No, you're paying me for the clothes you ruined. And, of course for the privilege of staying out of prison. If I recall correctly, your rich dad was always pretty generous, so surely you can afford to reimburse me. Now bring me your purse."

Bianca reluctantly complied.

"Okay, lets see...$1,000? That's a lot of cash to carry around, don't you think?"

Bianca shrugged, "not really. My dad always says I should carry enough money for a cab, a hotel, and an airplane ticket, in case of an emergency."

"Well, you're in luck," Bianca said, "I think it should just about cover my pants, my shirt, and, of course, my expert tailoring services. I'll hang on to these credit cards as well. Don't worry, I'm not going to steal your money. I'm just going to decide for you how you spend it from now on. If you're good, I might even give you a little bit of spending money. Now let's head to the party."