jiggly belly

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Number 15 dracoo :3c

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

She sighed with sadness. As much as she had been excited to go to this party she could only see her squishy belly and jiggly thighs as she turned slowly and poked at herself…and she felt her esteem sink. She cast her eyes over at the black velvet dress she had selected for the event, but felt that she wasn’t the right person to wear it. It would have been better suited for someone who was taller, thinner, and slinkier. Suddenly she was thinking of excuses, reasons to not go, to save herself and him the embarrassment. But it was too late, as the gentle rap on the door reminded her, “Katzchen? Is everything alright?”

“I…I’m not sure I’ll look okay in this”, she stammered out.

“I’m sure you’ll look lovely…”

She wished she could believe that. But at the same time she didn’t want to keep him waiting for too long. She squared her shoulders and picked up the dress. Well at least it fit, but she refused to look at herself in the mirror again, even as she slipped on her garters, stockings, and shoes. She would need help with the zipper though, and she stood up, her shoes clicking on the floor as she finally opened the door, “Schnucki? I need help with the zipper.”

He was already in his suit, resplendent in burgundy, gold and black, and smiled as she turned her back toward him and lifted her hair. She was facing the mirror again, but her head was down. She felt him pull the zipper up her back, before rubbing his hands over her shoulders, “I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”

“I don’t feel splendid, I don’t want to be an embarrassment. I feel like a hippo.”

She felt him wrap an arm around her, and she leaned back against him as he lowered his head

“Look in the mirror. Even if you can’t see what I see, I promise you’re not going to be an embarrassment.”

She forced her eyes open and looked in the mirror, seeing him smiling before kissing her on the cheek, “See? Splendid.”

She wasn’t sure if it was because of the confidence he had, or if it was a trick of the light, but somehow the dress seemed to work on her after all. She turned her head to kiss him back, “Promise?”

“Promise”, he offered her his hand and turned her around, pulling her against him, “Hey Anne, want go to the dance with me?”

She giggled and made a face of mock shock, “I thought you’d never ask!”