Katrina's costume collection

Chapter 3 - An Active Imagination Part 1

Mathilde pictured Madison wearing an orange set of bra and panties. That felt appropriate. And lace. Yeah. Orange bra and panties made of lace that held tight to Madison’s tight and subtle curves. A bra that was just on the other side of full and panties that perfectly hugged Madison’s ass so just the underside of each cheek could be seen peeking out with the rest pressed against the lace, skin viewed through the most tantalizing windows.

Mathilde thought about what must be tight abdominal muscles. Madison’s shirt hung in a way that said her trim waist was cut and featured little to no body fat to speak of. Madison must be very proud of that. Mathilde bit her lip at that thought of what would soon happen to Madison’s midsection.

Mathilde’s hand slid toward her thighs as she thought about the gap between Madison’s that would soon be closed. Matty’s fingers squeezed her own thigh and felt the fat ooze through her fingers imaging that it was Madison’s lean leg growing fat and flabby in her hand.

Madison caught her breath in her throat and hung onto that image for a long moment.

But no- No! Wait on the thighs. Savor that. Come back to it- She thought. The stomach first. Her mind moved back to Madison’s abs, and she pictured her own hands running over them.

“That’s right, Madison. I know you love to show those abs off, don’t you? Yeah. You’re a vain girl, a vain, mean, sexy girl. But those abs…. They’re not sticking around. You vain, vain girl, you’re about to get real plump, pumpkin. Plump, round, juicy… jiggly.”

Mathilde bit her bottom lip, partly from the plumpening that she imagined happening in that changing room and partly from amusement at her own cleverness. It was dramatically appropriate that given Madison picked a sexy pumpkin costume that Mathilde would focus on Madison’s stomach growing round like a pumpkin, a creative decision for her fantasy that she was very happy with.

“That’s right, future fatty. Grow for me. Grow like a pumpkin in the patch. Feel your stomach pumping with fat turning abs to flab. You’re the great pumpkin now, big and round like a sexy piggy- God, I can’t wait to sell that sexy piggy costume.”

Her fingers gripped the edge of the glass counter as Mathilde pictured Madison’s stomach blooming outward.

Madison’s abs began to melt like Halloween candy left on the radiator. Her stomach began to pooch outward over her panties, losing all definition and spilling over the waistband in a soft roll of flab with the consistency of fresh cut marshmallow.
Mathilde could picture herself squeezing Madison’s belly, feeling the developing fold of fat pinched between her fingers. She savored the look of panic in Madison’s pretty eyes as her pot belly grew, becoming more and more like the pumpkin costume she had chosen.

“There’s no stopping this, my plump little pumpkin. You’re growing nice and round. And you deserve this. Yes you do because you’ve been so vain. So mean. If you weren’t so bad you wouldn’t have found this place. But now you’re here. And you’re mine. And you’re going to grow- So. Damn. Fat.”

A low moan escaped Mathilde’s mouth as she imagined herself grabbing Madison’s luscious stomach, heaving the hefty weight up and down and feeling the flesh wobble so easily at her touch.

As Madison’s pot belly grew heavier and hung lower, Mathilde allowed her hands to travel down the thighs, both her own and Madison’s.