By “Rebecca E. Finklestein.” 400 pounds? She was huge, beyond huge, but it just didn’t seem possible. Then I remembered the striated globes of h...r pectorals swelling up like tidal waves of muscle, growing until they eclipsed her collarbones and stretched her tanktop wide enough to fit around my waist. She could probably bench more if she wanted to.And it wasn’t just weightlifting. Becky had plaques and trophies for track and field, chess club, jazz band, debate club, and “Math Olympics”. Shemakes me feel guilty sitting at home alone when I go out on adate."Barbara cautioned us not to push too hard or too soon as Krissywas shy and these things would take time. She assured us thatshe controlled the finances (like we didn't know about that!)and if we incurred any expenses on Krissy's behalf she'd help usout. Krissy returned to the table and the conversation naturallyshifted to other topics, though Barbara seemed quiet andpensive. I could tell she was concerned for her gurl.From. I felt her breathing pause, but she didn't say anything."Your lingerie is so pretty, Belle, I really like it." I said softly."Thank you sweetie." She answered.Emboldened by her lack of resistance, I traced completely around the cup of her bra, running my fingers along the top edge and brushing her cleavage. She gasped, but other than that did not respond or resist the feathery light touch of my fingers. I turned my head and kissed the cleavage of the breast nearest my lips. I let my tongue. Icontinued looking down as I stopped. He stared at me and again I felthis stare penetrate every fiber of my body and my being. Everything ofme, both of what I thought I once had been and of this young princessthat I now was, was revealed to him in that moment. I felt so small andweak standing before him, and he appeared strong and powerful, like hecould easily pick me up with one hand, and toss me around as easily as asoft silken pillow.He asked not harshly, but with a commanding presence.