Message-ID: <6248eli$9712101230@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: frangible@hotmail.com Subject: Revenge at the Prom [2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.voyeurism Keywords: humiliation, teen, no sex Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: frangible@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <881628399.223215617@dejanews.com> This story contains some humiliation and some sexual situations, but no actual sex and no violence or any of that stuff. It's pretty tame, really, and may not even belong on these newsgroups. If this kind of stuff interests you, however, drop me a line - it would be cool to get in touch with others who share my interests. part [2/2] Revenge at the Prom -------------- Part 5 -------------- The next day Claudia was at Jenny's house. Jenny answered the doorbell and looked surprised. "Jenny, I know we've had our differences," she began, soothingly, "but I'd like to think we can be friends." Jenny appeared suspicious, but didn't say anything. "I know the prom is coming up and it just happens that I'm a pretty good seamstress. I thought maybe I could help you with your dress. You know, like a peace offering." Jenny was shaking her head, uninterested, but Claudia was ready for her. She flipped open her notebook and showed Jenny a sketch of one of the dresses she'd been designing. Jenny perked up and began paying attention. The design was really beautiful, striking and original. Jenny had no way of knowing that the basic style had originally been intended for Claudia to wear to the prom with Keith. Of course, Claudia had made some modifications to the design. The bosom of the dress had been considerably enlarged, of course. There were also other modifications that didn't show up in the sketch. Jenny invited Claudia in and, over some tea they began discussing the dress. The design Claudia had in mind was very classy. Slim and tight-fitting, the skirt of the dress would show off Jenny's beautiful legs. The sleeveless top appeared daring, since it was held up entirely by the collar, but in fact it was fairly conservative, coming up high under the arms and covering the front entirely. It was basically designed like the kind of sleeveless turtleneck Jenny sometimes wore in the summer, although it showed off the entire shoulder. The tight-fitting outfit would clearly showcase Jenny's breasts. The style was definitely Jenny - classy and restrained but damned sexy nonetheless. "I love it Claudia, but I'm not sure... I won't be able to wear a bra under it, the way it's cut at the shoulder." Jenny really seemed to like the design, but she was obviously worried. Claudia understood this and was prepared. "Don't worry, Jenny - the way the dress is built, you'll have more than enough support up front. You see, this part here, " Claudia gestured at the bodice of the dress, "works just like a bra. It'll hold you in perfectly securely." Jenny seemed mostly reassured, though still a little uncomfortable, but she was ready to proceed anyway. Next, Claudia asked Jenny to strip down to her underwear for a fitting. Jenny balked at this idea, obviously not used to being naked around other girls, but she agreed to strip down to just a T-shirt, bra and panties. Claudia took the uncomfortable girl's measurements and promised to have something for her to try on in a week. A few weeks later, the fitting, dressmaking and final alteration processes had been finished and Jenny was very pleased with her new dress. She came out of the bathroom where she had changed, and twirled around for Claudia to see. She was breathtaking. "Oh, Claudia, I really can't thank you enough for this," Jenny piped, admiring herself in the mirror. "I am so glad you didn't take that business with Keith to heart!" "Keith? Oh, there are plenty more fish in the sea," lied Claudia. "I'm just so glad we could become friends." "Well, I don't know what I can do to thank you." "Oh, just seeing you in that outfit is pleasure enough, Jenny. I can't wait to see you at the prom. You're a shoe-in for Prom Queen!" The girls both giggled at that. If she hadn't been a guaranteed winner before, with this dress there was no way she could lose. -------------- Part 6 -------------- Sure enough, prom night came around and Jenny and Keith were elected king and queen. Claudia breathed a sigh of relief when the names were announced. She fingered the small device she had in her purse. Jenny knew about Claudia's dressmaking skills, but she didn't realize how much of Claudia's chemical know-how had gone into that dress. But it had never been tested, and everything still had to go just right for it to work. Claudia's palms were sweating. Their walk up to the stage seemed to take forever. Finally Jenny made it and donned her crown. She looked spendid. Her bare arms and shoulders shone in the spotlight and the dress highlighted her magnificent bosom perfectly. The long black dress conspired with her heels to make her look even taller than she already was. The elegant lines of the dress rose gracefully to her bosom and then, though it was hard to keep looking past her chest, up to the collar, beautifully framing her lovely face. The entire audience was stunned by her beauty. Claudia saw Keith's eyes follow Jenny closely as she stepped forward to the microphone. They never rose above chest level. Neither did anyone else's. Jenny began her speech. "Fellow students, faculty, friends," she began, "I want to sincerely thank you all from the bottom of my heart for electing me prom queen! Although my election is no surprise, it is wonderful for me to have, once more, such a wonderful affirmation of the love that everyone at the school bears me. Thank you all and God bless!" Jenny blew a kiss to the entire audience, throwing herself into a triumphant pose, face radiating pure pleasure to the adoring crowd. She stretched her arms out above her head in a huge "V". That was the moment Claudia struck. One quick press on the remote control hidden in her purse was all it took to trigger the tiny explosive capsule Claudia had hidden in the clasp of the collar of the dress. As the collar snapped open, the tension threw it forward, pulling the front of the dress with it. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The dress, as it was designed, pulled completely away from Jenny's massive breasts. Except now, for the first time, the entire school population realized what Claudia had known since that moment in Jenny's closet weeks ago. They weren't Jenny's breasts. The two white balloons, heavily inflated with water, seemed to hang tenaciously on to Jenny's chest for a moment, before beginning their seemingly endless drop. At the same moment, Jenny's proud, arrogant expression began, so slowly it seemed, to change into one of total horror. Down the water-filled sacks slipped, still nearly perfectly spherical as they bounced off of Jenny's stomach in slightly different directions. All eyes followed the orbs as they plummetted down to the stage, where they suddenly burst, splattering water across the hem of Jenny's dress and the partygoers closest to the stage. Time seemed to snap back to its usual rate as Jenny's scream suddenly piereced the hush that had overcome the crowd. The noise brought all eyes back up, up past Jenny's spattered dress, past the flopping material that had, just moments ago, held her false bosom to her chest and all her allure and power with it, up, all the way up to her narrow ribcage with its shrunken nubs of breasts perched on top of it. Barely more than nipples, when revealed they suddenly transformed this glamorous beauty queen into a grotesque parody of beauty. Keith's eyes moved from the burst balloons on the floor to Jenny's shrivelled chest and back, his mouth hanging open in amazement. In her shock, Jenny had still not managed to cover herself. Now she held her arms out imploringly to a still numb Keith, who motioned her violently away. When she turned, eyes welling up with tears, to her friends in the audience, they looked away, embarrassed. Then she heard the first chuckle. One by one, the prom attendees began to join the laughter. Little by little the howl became louder. Jenny covered her tiny breasts with her hands but it was far too late for that. She looked from one face to the next - faces which only moments before had been gazing at her in adulation - but now she saw nothing but cruel laughter in their eyes. She screamed again and ran from the stage, totally humiliated. -------------- Part 7 -------------- Keith and Claudia sat together in the diner. "I'm glad you straightened me out, Claud. She was just a bitch anyway. More trouble than she was worth." "I always knew you'd come around, Keith. You're not as dumb as you look!" Keith's hand tightened around hers as they laughed. Claudia looked up at him, and noticed something moving behind him. It was Jenny, walking up to their table. Claudia tensed. Jenny was a shadow of her former self. She was as pretty as ever, maybe more than usual, and her trim physique still looked good in her short, tight skirt. But without the pendulous mass of her falsies to aid her, she was no more than an average beauty. Under her cardigan, the top button enticingly unbuttoned, her breasts barely looked like a B cup without the balloons. She sidled up to Keith. "Keith, I'm sorry. I should have told you. I should never have tried to deceive you. Take me back," she pleaded, batting her eyes imploringly at him. Keith seemed surprised by this new tactic, and Claudia noticed his eyes wandering across Jenny's body, still a good bit shapelier than her own. Still, Claudia knew how to break the spell. She stood up and moved closer to Jenny. "I would have thought you'd have learned by now, Jenny! What did you think everyone was looking at in the gym last night?" She suddenly shoved her hand down Jenny's open sweater. "You think we can't tell the difference between B and AAA?" Claudia crowed, as she yanked a handful of toilet paper from Jenny's bra. Jenny jumped back, one breast completely deflated again, and looked down at her self in horror. At the sound of Keith's laughter, she burst into tears and ran from the restaurant. She never wore padding again, and she was never again surrounded by a permanent cloud of worshippers. But Claudia and Keith were - they became the school's sweethearts. Their love and sincerity served as a reminder to everyone of how easy it is to fall into jealousy and deceit. Jenny never learned that lesson, but that's another story. -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |