Clothing

What seemed to have been his world and lot in life got lifted from him.

Fredric lay there recovering with closed eyes, enjoying the fresh air wafting over his naked body, not to sure if he yet could think himself freed.

After a ten minutes of liberty he looked around him only to see the shape of a stranger admiring herself in the mirror, some one he saw anew for the first time.

A vulpurous woman studied her own shape with her hands, guiding them up and down feeling herself all over. Fredric would not be able to tell it was her once, hips almost wide enough to get stuck in the doorway and a voluminous ass protruding back with thick thighs following it down in an ample sensual shape.

She looked up and saw him through the mirror, her face was the same pretty girl he had become fond of. Sporting a smile that went from happy to coy as she guided her hands with a deliberate playfulness from her breasts to her hips. Giving Fredric a roller coaster of emotions, from the fondness he has felt seeing her face to anxiety and a tinge of fear of her insinuating smile.

Madeline turned with a sway of her hip to her side to face him.

“Thank you, this was more than I thought of but I guess that is my fault for getting ahead of myself earlier” With that she zoned out recalling the reason. “We should do that again some time...” she said biting her lip as she gazed upon him, sending a chill down Fredrics spine. He was not sure of what he felt.

“Maybe in the future, but not now” he tried reasoning, trying to hide his emotional uncertainty.

He liked Madeline, but her new behavior is something he was not prepared for. He needed her, the only one in a long time that cared for him especially with the trouble he was in.

“Yeah, I need new clothes first off, then we need to buy some supplies for our travels” she said, turning serious.

Madeline bent down to rummage through her bag looking for clothes, they flew theatrically left and right as she looked for something to fit her new form. Eventually she dug up a dress, akin to the dress she had when she was pregnant the first time, it was a blue summer dress, but with an open back that was closed with strings.

“This has to work” she said, looking at the dress with skepticism. She started pulling the dress over her struggling a bit as the waistline of it was too thin for her chest, but with some gymnastics of pushing her breasts past made it continue, but she resigned with letting it rest higher up on her hips than intended, clear that it would not fit as normally. “Can you help me?” she eventually huffed as she tried reaching around for the string on the back.

Fredric rose from the bed and looked at the impossible task of closing the dress at the back, it was now strained at her shoulders. He took the ends of the string and tried his best to make it pass through the hoops in the dress, forcing the cloth to close as much as it could, it strained against her but he eventually managed to close it to a degree but with the threat of it tearing.

It looked like she wore a corset without cleavage as her chest pushed to fill whatever space was left available while the lower part of the dress did little to cover her legs as it sat further up, only going down halfway her thighs with her butt pushing the cloth to strain.

It was a lose dress once, now it was skin tight.

“Thanks” she said as she felt him finish tying the string and took a step away from him and turned around. “What do you think?”.

“It… It leaves little to the imagination” he tried diplomatically as he studied the large woman, there was little to deny what new shapes she had.

She flashed him a teasing smile.

“I better go and get something more comfortable to walk in” she said as she left Fredric in the room for the hallway.