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***Disclaimer*** I've written a few stories before but never had the brass to post them but I'm trying new things, trying to be open minded, and open to constructive criticism (or praise!). All characters are fictional. This is a story about a couple of bigger women with poor body image thinking they need to change for a man, or society, and have help from state-of-the-art technology. But the journey is just beginning, and much bigger things are ahead...This is the first part in a multi-part series. Enjoy!*** --Before the Date-- Emma’s heart was furiously beating out of her chest. She looked around the pile of clothes stacked on her bed in a New York City apartment at the clock that read 7:54pm. She had six minutes to find something to wear and make it the coffee shop to meet Eric for their date. The though crossed her mind to cancel. It was only a tinder match, after all. Could true love really be found through a superficial app? She sat down on the bed next to her mound of clothes and breathed a heavy sigh. It was loud enough to draw the attention of her roommate, Lauren. She leaned into the doorway. “Don’t you have a date?” Lauren asked rhetorically. It was all Emma was talking about for the last few days. Although they had only chatted online, and then texted, she got the genuine impression that Eric was a one of the good guys, a rare commodity nowadays. His humor, charm, and charisma was evident in the texts he sent, the thought of a real life interaction with him was all but nerve-wracking. “I was supposed to be there – “, she looked her shoulder at the clock that read 8pm, “ – now. But I can’t find a single thing to wear!” She sighed. “I’ve got to start watching. This is getting out of control.” Emma patted her soft belly through her skin tight t-shirt and the ripples ran through her entire body like shockwaves. Lauren’s eyes lit up. She suddenly had an idea but before she could speak, Emma continued. “I wanted to lose 20 pounds this summer. I was so determined, Laur. But between the drinking, and the take-out, I must have gained at least that.” “Hey, you’re beautiful!” Lauren interjected. “You met this guy on Tinder, right?” “Yeah, so?” “Soooo… that’s about the most superficial thing there is out there. You have a few pictures of yourself, and a couple dozen words to describe you – and honestly, do you think guys read that? Don’t answer that. They don’t. They look at the pictures and swipe right or left based solely on what they see. Obviously this guy sees the beauty in you regardless of your size.” Emma contemplated this for a moment but rebutted, still dejected, “That’s the problem, Lauren! Those pictures were from 2 years and probably fifty pounds ago! I mean, I’ve never been a small girl but this guy is going to feel like I catfished him. I mean, I was thick, a little chunky then, but now, I don’t even know. I’ve been too afraid to weigh myself. I’ve outgrown most of my clothes I know it’s not going to be good.” Lauren shook her head and moved from the doorway and sat on the bed next to Emma, pushing the mountain of clothes out her way to do so. She put her arm around her and began her pep talk. “Look, you got a couple options here. You find something to wear and maybe you’re not super comfortable in it but maybe he doesn’t notice, it goes well, and it’s a big ego boost for you, or maybe he feels betrayed and walks out, in which case, why would you want to date him anyway? From everything you’ve said he seems like a decent guy. Or you can stay her and sulk and never know what happens, and that doesn’t do anybody any good.” “Ugh, you’re right, I know,” Emma said. “I just wish I could look skinnier. Just for now. Just to gauge him, you know? I don’t want him thinking I was deceitful and scare him away. It’s not really fair to him.” Lauren stood up. “There’s another option. I don’t want you to freak out, but just try to keep an open mind here.” Confused Emma looked on. “Okay…?” Lauren bent down and started taking off her shoes and began to explain, “So, you know how I would never want to go to the pool, or to the beach or anything?” “Yeah… I thought you were afraid of the water. Almost drowned as a kid or something?” “I am afraid of the water, but not because I almost drowned as a kid. Because of bathing suits.” “Bathing suits? But you’re skinny! You lost all that weight and now…” Lauren chuckled, and cut her off “That’s the thing. I didn’t lose the weight. Not a pound.” She pulled down her pants. From under Lauren’s shirt Emma saw a flesh colored, almost translucent material extending to her knees. Lauren began shimmying out her shirt, showing that it was essentially a short sleeved body suit. The material stretched at the middle of Lauren’s arms, across her chest, and down to her knees. “What… what is that? Is that… spanx!?” Emma asked incredulously. “Spanx are good for hiding a waist, but when you got a whole lot more you want to hide… no…. These aren’t spanx. You know how my dad is a multi-millionaire? Well, I had his fashion team fix this up for me a couple years back. It’s revolutionary. I have all the prototypes, but I’m thinking about investing and expanding… erm…no pun intended… production.” Emma was shocked. She stood up and looked Lauren up and down. Circled her checking her out. This figure was artificial? She couldn’t believe it. It looked so natural. So real. “Pretty neat, huh? It compresses, but it’s still breathable so you don’t, you know, feel like you’re getting crushed to death, or feel like a sausage,” Lauren explained. “It’s incredible. You look so skinny in it! I thought you’d lost a hundred pounds!” “Well, that’s what I told everyone. I didn’t want the design to leak just yet. Plus, ya know, I’m as self conscious as you are. If not worse. So I kept it a secret. But now, I think I’m ready to let you in on it. I think it’ll help you.” Emma stared at her with her mouth open, still not able to believe that a seemingly light piece of see through fabric could alter her roommates shape that much. “I…I need to see. I need to see the real you. See how this works.” Lauren looked down at her flat belly compressed in the material and sighed, “Okay. Can’t believe I’m doing this. But we’re roomies, and best friends, so here it goes…” Lauren pushed a small button on the side and it sounded like a tire releasing air. The area around the neck and arms released, loosening and revealing an upper arm that was almost twice the size it had been just moments ago. Lauren unclipped straps at the shoulders that were seemingly invisible and pulled the top part down over her chest. She held the front and back parts at her waist and pulled them down to her feet. She stood there in front Emma, topless, wearing only a thong. Emma almost gasped. She couldn’t believe the transformation she had just witnessed. Lauren’s face was exactly the same, but her body, which only moments ago she had believed was perfect, was a cascade of soft, voluminous, fat. At one time she had wished she had Lauren’s perky B cups, but was staring at large hanging double D’s, resting on top of a large, round belly. Stretch marks expanding in lightning bolt shapes from her belly button to her wide hips. Lauren’s belly hung over her panty line, with only the very bottom of her pink thong visible under the mountain of belly. Her thighs looked like they had doubled in size. Emma was jealous of Lauren’s thigh gap, but now laughed to herself, as she looked at these cellulite marked hams that squeezed together, a small roll in each of them at towards the top near her panty line. She walked around her and saw back fat rolls that, if not for their lack of nipples, would have looked like small breasts. Looking down and seeing Lauren’s rear end protruding twice as far as she had previously thought, her large cellulite filled cheeks swallowing any evidence of her pink thong. Emma reached out and squeezed the protruding cheek, feel it’s softness, lifting it up and dropping it, seeing a ripple effect throughout Lauren’s body. “Hey! Watch it!” Lauren yelled, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I just had to see if it’s real,” Emma explained. “Oh it’s real, Emma. All 250 pounds of this. Real.” Emma snapped back to reality and looked at the clock. 8:15. “Damn it! I’m late! So can I really borrow this thing?” She pleaded. “It’s all yours. As a matter of fact, keep it! I have others.” Emma hugged her roommate, their fat bellies squishing together. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m going to change and try this on… and I’ll probably have to borrow some of your skinny clothes!” “Help yourself! I’ll be in the living room. I have a date, too. With Ben & Jerry.”

Hi looking for story about news reader or shopping channel host who gains weight and uses shapewear to hide the gain.Maybe a revenge story where shapewear is tampered with or magic used for on air wardrobe malfunctions ? anyone to write or share such a story?