Jasmine's Secrets (Chapter 7 - #6)

She put on an old pair of pink sweatpants, clearly elasticized but fitted to the former girl that Jasmine was. Her almost one ninety pounds fit into the pants without ripping any fabric. It was tight all over, but this didn't matter. The tightness in her hip area felt like the golden gates of heaven.

Then she picked the only one T-shirt she could use, a white spotted flannel she wore to bed during the winter:  old and ragged enough to hold her flesh inside without further concern about the integrity of the piece. Her stomach fought to stayed uncovered, but Jasmine finally lowered the T-shirt down her navel line. Part of her paunch was visible, but she thought it made for a lovely casual touch.



She was strongly interested in getting a substantial breakfast as soon as possible. Her last binge had been heavenly, so she stepped outside of her apartment, slowly and carefully, and went down the corridor. The number 6 was her lucky number: Charlie's apartment. She pressed the buzzer.

"Are you interested in sharing a breakfast? I'm ravenous!" Jasmine said to a very sleepy Charlie. His weight was normal again. This disappointed Jasmine a little bit, but then she remembered her own bed cracking experience. "I guess your bed is grateful for having you back like that."

"Yeah, well... This is something you'll learn within the next few days. I'm hoping to buy a strong one somewhere next week. I crushed mine the second night," Charlie explained. His hair was a total mess, but Jasmine kinda liked it.

"Really? I can't believe this... I just crushed mine too!" she said in excitement. "I suppose I should do the same..."



(Chapter SEVEN will END next Monday ...)

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By Jay Tee (and the little big help from Wilson Barbers, style corrector of the piece)


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Status: ONGOING.
Pages: (?)
Year: 2004/2021
Artist Age: 31/48