Psychology 101 - free fetish story

The Truth Comes Out.

The alarm clock kept buzzing and buzzing until, finally, a sleepy arm reached from under the bed sheets to shut it off with a slap of the hand. It was followed by low moans. Karen was slowly waking up. She threw away the sheets so that the cold air of the morning would make her shiver and wake her up more quickly, but the insulation provided by her stretch denim catsuit pajamas damped the feeling. Laying on her stomach, she slowly turned on her left side and gently pulled her knees up. The seam of the denim catsuit, from the waist to the knee, seemed to get much tensed, slightly opening under the increased tension. Yes the denim was stretch, but barely. She turned again to end up on her back.
Starting at her neck, she slowly slid her hands on the tight denim, feeling her tightly encased breasts, which were slowly raising and falling with each slow breath. As she reached her waist, her hands went back up, rubbing her breasts a second time, squishing them, as if the tight denim was allowing any more squeezing, then she slowly slid her hands back down, on her stomach, reaching her belly button. Then spreading her arms to rub her hips, slowly coming back toward her belly button, joining together before sliding down, to her crotch, where her fingers did a little dance. They tapped the tensed denim, scratching it, pressing on it, doing little circles. Her breath grew faster, and trembling. Always in slow, very sensual movements, she opened then closed her legs as her fingers continued their little dance.

It wasn't long before she was totally awakened. A moist spot began to form at her crotch, at about the same time she raised her hips and threw her head backward. She let out a soft, long, low pitch moan before her body relaxed, resting again on the soft mattress. She ran her fingers through her thick and long curly brown hairs, a large smile on her face. She opened her bright blue eyes. It took all her will to get seated and finally to get up. She slid her feet in platform slippers with a four inches heel and slowly walked to the bathroom.
She came out of it half an hour later, wearing a denim bathrobe. Still on her high heels slippers, she walked back to her bedroom where she entered the walk-in closet. It was full of clothes made out of every possible fabric, from silk to denim to leather or latex and even neoprene. Pretty all fabrics, from which garments could be made of, were there. Although her most impressive collection was denim, they all bear the same fundamental characteristic: they were cut tight. Very tight. Excruciatingly tight. Another unique characteristic was applied to her footwear; either they were pumps, sandals, running shoes or boots, they all had a net heel height, the height between the ball of the foot and the bottom of the heel, of a minimum of four inches, meaning that her 2 inches platform lace-up boots had a total heel height of 6 inches.

She met her best friend, Lynda at their usual spot on the University campus, near the main entrance. They had the same "code of dressing": the tighter, the better. Lynda was wearing a tight pair of leather jeans, along with thigh high black leather boots, with high heels of course. She waved Karen hello when she saw her.
They entered the hall, walking side by side, holding their books against their ample breasts, and wiggling their tightly encased butts, clicking their high heels. They were smiling and sending a few hellos here and there. They were popular because they were friendly with everyone.
Then suddenly, Karen's word became elongated as she, almost in slow motion, lean forward. Her books flew in the air, and she ended up face first on the hard tiled floor. She landed on her elbows, her head almost hitting the floor. She felt at the same time she heard it, her denim jacket rip open in the middle of her back. Then, as she was getting back her senses to figure what had happened, she heard laughter. She didn't had to turn around. She knew it was Suzy, the "sporty brat". Lynda was quick on her knees, inquiring about Karen's health.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks." She answered, slowly turning on her left side to face Suzy.

"Ooo. The pretty club can fall, hey?" said Suzy, laughing. "Better take care when you walk with heels, small objects can get in the way." She said, slowing moving her foot. Her followers laughed even louder.

But Karen didn't need that explanation. She perfectly knew that that little brat had made her trip over her foot, and on purpose. Just to have a good laugh. That was Suzy. She was excellent in many sports, but she was even better as laughing at anyone that looked more feminine that herself, who was pretty boyish, and she would always chose someone who she was sure will not come back at her. She had a nice body, but short hairs and was always wearing baggy fitting clothes with her high-price sneakers.
With a painful grin, Karen tried to get up when she heard more ripping sound. The seam of the jeans on her right thighs had just given up. And the more she was moving, the more it was opening.

"Oh, poor thing. Look, her jeans ripped opened." Said Suzy, sarcastically. "Better not take so cheap fabric, Karen. Or perhaps you should get along with you true size instead than thinking your that slim." She continued, joined in laughter by her fan club.

"Do you want me to hit her?" whispered Lynda.

"No, we're no match for a physical fight, even less dressed as we are. Let her have a laugh. She won't have the last one, believe me." Said Karen as she slowly got up, rubbing her hurting arms.

Under more laughing, as her right leg was now ripped open from the waist to the knee, Karen and Lynda walked away. She went to her locker and took a spare pair of jeans before going to the ladies room to change. When she entered, she was alone, A few minutes later, more women entered, not knowing she was there.

"Karen and Lynda. What a duo of weirdos. Have you noticed how tight their jeans are? That's stupid." Said one.

"Not really." Said another, softly.

"How come, not really? They can hardly move in these, and I'm not talking about their bimbo high heels."

"Are you saying they deserved what Suzy did?" asked a third one.

"No, Suzy need to be teaching a lesson. I might not agree with Karen and Lynda's fashion, but that was plain dangerous. Karen could have hurt herself very badly." Said the first one.

"You're right on that point, but you don't have a clue about what they're experiencing in their tight jeans." Said softly the second one.

Silently, Karen had a peek through the door opening, and saw who it was. Her name was Helen. She had talked to her a couple of times, and she had once noticed how she was looking at them.

"Can you explain what you're talking about, Helen?" said the first one, Karen recognize at Cathy.

"Ever tried to wear tight jeans like that? Ever tried the high heels?"

"Hell no. It's too uncomfortable, and more, it's out of fashion." Said Cathy, approved by the third one, Monica.

"Well, you should try it first, then you'll know why they do it." Said Helen.

"I've tried it, I have a couple of pairs of tight jeans…" started to say Monica.

"Yeah, stretched ones. But it's not the same. Try the real thing, and then come to see me."

"Why? What is the matter with you? Are you telling me, Helen, that you're a tight jeans freak too?" said Cathy. "I never saw you wearing any, other than your stretch ones, and I never saw you in high heels either." She added.

"That's because…"

"No! Don't tell me you wear that at home in your room!" said Monica, laughing. Helen simply looked at the floor

"I knew I should have kept that a secret." She said, shaking her head.

"Ha! I don't believe it!" said Cathy. "She's a tight jeans fetishist!" she said, laughing while getting out of the restroom, with Monica hot on her tail, leaving Helen to her distress. When she was alone, she sobbed. Karen, who was back into a pair of tight jeans, carefully opened the door of her booth.

"You… you were there all this time?" asked Helen, surprised and shocked at the same time.

"It's not like if I was hiding. Nobody asked if there was someone before talking about me."

"Well, now you too you know that I'm a closet tight jeans fetishist." Said Helen. "Go ahead, laugh at me so we can get over it." She said, sobbing.

"Hey! No need to be sorry. It's great that you went open with it."

"Open? I didn't say that to the open."

"Well, you said it to Cathy, and in five minutes from now, the whole university will know, and be glad if it's not already being posted in the University Newspaper."

"Oh my god!" said Helen, crying even more. Karen enlaced her with her arms.

"Well, come by my place tonight, and wear your tight jeans, okay? I think both of us have something to plan."

Helen had nothing better to do. She was now a reject form Cathy's group, and laughing matter for the others. While taking a deep breath, she realized that, perhaps this was the best thing that could happen to her. At least, she would get out of her room.

The rest of the day was ordinary for Karen, attending classes, etc. The only difference is that she kept overhearing people talking about Helen's "closet fetish". Karen had a plan forming.

Out Of The Closet

The doorbell rang, and Karen opened the door. Helen was there, wearing an ankle length trench coat.

"Why are you dressed like that?" asked Karen.

"To hide this." Said Helen, dropping the coat on the floor and revealing how she was dressed.

It was tight jeans all right, but the cut was less than perfect. It was bulging at the waist, tight on the belly, loose under the buns, and tight again on the thighs. Her high heels were ugly looking old boots that appeared too large for her feet.

"What is that? I can understand why you keep it in the closet."

"Yeah, right. I wondered why I came here in the first place to be one more laughing matter." Said Helen, turning around, but Karen grabbed her by the arm.

"Yes, you're going, but you're going with us. Lynda, come, we have some shopping to do."

Helen went along, not knowing how to react. They hopped in Karen's van and they drove off for the city. Karen seemed to know exactly where she was going. She stopped in front of a small boutique that appeared to be specialized in denim and jeans. She led the group inside, and was happily greeted by the clerk a forty-something woman wearing herself tight jeans and high heels. She had an incredible figure.

"Hello Karen, how are you doing?" she said giving her a hug.

"Hello Samantha. I'm doing fine, but my friend here need some help."

"Humm, I agree with you. Let me guess…"

Samantha went on giving measurements out loud. At many occasions, Helen tried to correct her, saying it was too small, but Samantha continued, not listening.

"… am I right?"

"No, that's too small". Said Helen.

"That's just perfect." Said Karen.

"But…"

"Trust me and trust her." Said Karen as Samantha disappeared in the back store to come back a few minutes later with a few boxes she dropped at the foot of a chair. Then she went to her multiple racks and came out with a denim jacket, then returned again to the rack, browsing for a pair of jeans.

"What do you think, Karen? Guess or Levi's?"

"I would go for the Guess, Sam." Said Karen. Helen was speechless.

"Okay, better try the footwear first as it may be difficult after you're fully dressed." She said, dropping the jeans on a nearby chair and getting on her knees. She invited Helen to take a seat and opened the first box as Karen was pulling to remove the ugly old boots.
She first tried pumps with a 5 inches heels, but they were a little too large. The second pair was just right. Then she tried platform sandals with a 2 inches platform and a 6 inches heel. They were just the right fit.

"Oh, gee, how rude of me." Said Samantha. "Do you prefer shoes or boots?"

"Err… Boots."

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"Thigh or knee high."

"I don't have preferences." Said Helen, getting more at ease and relaxed. She seemed to be in good hands.

Samantha came back with a pair of red thigh high boots that were just perfect.

"Okay, time to put on the outfit." Said Samantha while grabbing three of the boxes that were on the floor and inviting Helen to follow her. "Okay, Helen. You put the underwear first, then the gloves, then the bodysuit. Then you come out of the booth."

"Okay." Said an unsure Helen, but encouraged by Karen's smile, she went on.

She undressed. The first box contained underwear. A bra made of denim, of course, and a thong panty also made of denim. It was slightly stretching and was fitting her just right, although a wee bit tight, but she liked it. Then came the gloves. They were made of slightly stretch denim, and were elbow length. She wondered why gloves that long when she saw that the leotard bodysuit had long sleeves, but she didn't mind. She put the body suit on. It was a struggle. It too was slightly stretchable. The arms were a really tight fit and she had to wiggle her hand to make it go through the wristband. It was quite a struggle to put it over her shoulders, as the crotch was pulling high. Finally she pulled the zipper, having to suck in her stomach, but the cups were somewhat molded and allowed them to fully expand. She saw herself on the small booth mirror. Her waist appeared slimmer and her breasts bigger. She smiled. She was starting to like it, even the restriction that having two layers of tight denim on her arms was creating. At the same time she realized why the gloves were elbow length: with the tight sleeves of the bodysuit, it was now impossible to remove the gloves. She was trapped in them. That gave her a weird feeling, yet arousing.
She walked out of the booth under the "Ahh" and "Oooh" of the other girls. It made her feel at ease.

"Now, the jeans." Said Samantha, handing her the desired garment, but when she tried to put them on she stopped.

"This is way too tight." She said, as the waistband was barely reaching her hips. "I'll never squeeze in there."

Before she couldn't finish her phrase, the three of them were around her, taking the jeans by the waistband and yanking it, effectively lifting Helen off the floor. They were jogging on them, and slowly, Helen sank into them, until her crotch was resting firmly on the crotch seam. Then Samantha appeared with a creepy looking device. It was a pair of pliers but with wide spiky plates.

"What are…"

"Just suck your stomach in." said Lynda while pulling a hook linked to a string of rope through the zipper handle.

Samantha applied the pliers on each side of the zipper and cranked them. They worked like some kind of ratchet, each squeeze getting them a little tighter without loosing their grip between each squeeze. Slowly, she felt the jeans tightened around her hips and waist. The pliers were covering about half the length of the zipper. When it was the right time, Lynda pulled on the string getting the zipper up until it stopped. Then the procedure was repeated for the upper portion of the zipper and within a minute, the jeans were fastened. A belt was put at the waist to enhance the look.
Helen was in awe. Wide eyes, she glide her hands from her breasts to her thighs, feeling the tight smooth denim without any wrinkles. The seams were ready to tear open. She catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and was astounded. She looked simply gorgeous.

"Ready for the final touch?" asked Samantha, producing the boots.

Helped by Lynda and Karen who grabbed a hold of Helen, Samantha fed Helen's feet into the boots. Once all done, Helen was simply standing there, not moving, in disbelief.

"That's awesome!" she said, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Wait 'till you move." Said Karen.

"Oh, I know what will happen, and that is what scares me." She said, but she finally made a step, then another one. Within a few seconds, she pas pacing between the multiple denim filled racks, letting out low and sensual moans. When she returned toward Karen, Lynda and Samantha, she froze, realizing that she was wearing pretty much the same kind of outfit.

"H… How can you manage to spend your days in these? I'm so horny right now…"

The three girls started to laugh.

"Well, it's simple. You control yourself. I have to admit, that what you have on right now is pretty much the extreme. I would suggest to start with something less tight, just to get accustomed."

"I… I'll do that. I don't have classes tomorrow. I'll be back."

"I'll be here for you, my friend." Said Samantha.

"I… I would really wish to keep this. How much do I owe you?"

"It's on me." Said Karen, "but you have to promise to help me with my plan."

"I not quite sure what you're talking about, but for this outfit, I'll do anything for you." Said Helen, smiling.

They drove back to the house and took place in the leather-covered sofa. It was obvious that Helen was quite horny, as she was regularly trying to rub her crotch without the other noticing.
Karen explained her plan. All were very interested.

"That's an awesome plan, Karen." Said Helen "but I think we should include Cathy."

"I think the three of us can manage 2 girls. I'm in."

The deal was sealed.

The following day, the whole campus was talking about the tight jeans saga of the day before, and mainly about Helen who was nowhere to be seen. Many said that she was so ashamed that she had dropped out from school, not knowing she had nothing to attend on this day.

In the evening, the Tight Jeans Three, as they called themselves, met again to elaborate Karen's plan.

"You know that there was a lot of talking about you on the campus, Helen." Said Karen.

"I bet there was, but that's nothing compared to what going to happen tomorrow?"

"What's tomorrow?" Asked Lynda.

"You'll see." Simply said Helen.

Tomorrow.

Karen and Lynda were chatting in the hall, waiting to go to their classes when behind them some rumbling seemed to get all the attention. People were shutting up then whispering. The wave seemed to be getting closer. They turned around to see Helen coming on. She was wearing the same red thigh high boots she tried at the store two nights before, very tight jeans, not as tight as the first ones, but very tight nonetheless, a tight T-Shirt and a tight fitting denim jacket. She was walking, sure of herself, making her high heels click hard on the floor, her long blond hairs floating in the draft she was creating. She smiled as she passed in front of Karen and Lynda, who winked at her. She was sure of herself. She was proud of herself, and it showed. She had made a statement. That was the best way to stop the back talking.

In front of her, there was someone blocking the way. It was Cathy and Monica, standing tall. They were obviously not expecting Helen to be dressed like that, and definitely not looking so hot.

"So, the closet fetishist got out, hey?" said Cathy, defiantly.

"Yes, I have." Said Helen, proud and loud.

"Well, if you came to cry back your place with us, you're wrong. We don't want any fetish freak in our group, right Monica?"

"Err… yeah, right." She said, but not very convincingly.

"So, you're going to join the rest the weirdo's band." Said Cathy as Karen and Lynda approached.

"I will do whatever I want to, and by the way, I should thank you. It's because of you if I can finally live my dream."

"Hey, if your dream is being a freak, then good for you."

She didn't have a chance to react. Within a half second, Helen's fist was crashing on Cathy's nose. She fell flat on her butt, nose bleeding.

"Stop calling me a freak." Said Helen while stepping over her with her high heels boots. Cathy tried to protect herself, as she was sure that Helen was going to poke her with one of her heels.

"Get a life, Cathy." Said Helen going her way. Karen and Lynda couldn't repress a laugh, and they turned around, going for their classes in the opposite direction.

The plan – Phase One: The Abduction.

One month later, spring break was there. As Suzy was leaving to go to one of the many parties that were being held, she ended up face to face with Pete, the quarterback of the University football team.

"Hey, Pete. What do you want?"

"I have to take you with me." He said, applying a firm grip on her small arm.

"Ooo. Abduction! Sounds good to me. Where's the party?" she said, willingly following him.

"I can't tell." He answered.

"Ooo. A hidden party. Even better! No need to hold me that tight, you know, I'm cooperative."

"I simply don't want to loose you." He said with a smile that Suzy understood as he was expecting great sex from her. That was one of the best compliments, especially since she knew that he was, or used to be, Karen's boyfriend."

"How about Karen? Still going out with her?" she asked.

"Well, sort of." He lied. "Let's change the subject, will ya?"

"I see. The relationship isn't going too well." She said with doggy eyes, then laughing. "This is going to be great. Anyone else I know there?"

"I think that Cathy will be there."

"Wow! Great party indeed!" she said, very joyfully.

On the other side of the campus, a similar abduction was happening, this time with Tom, the star player of the University basketball team, and with Cathy.

"… How about Lynda. Still seeing her?" she asked.

"Sort of." He lied, "let's change the subject, okay?"

"Let's talk about sex… how do you like it?"

"Hot." He answered with making bulgy eyes. Cathy laughed.

They both got to the car at about the same time.

"Hi Cathy! I see you got abducted too?" said Suzy.

"Yeah. I'm looking forward for the party. Especially with those." She said, pointing at the guys groins.

The guys backed the girls against the car, then opened the trunk to get some duct tape. They each took a roll and started their job.

"Oh, come-on. There's no need for that. We're going."

"Yes, I know," said Tom "But that's the rules." He said, kneeling and wrapping Suzy's ankles. As the girls were turned facing the car so that their wrists could be tape in their back, Pete overheard Suzy saying

"I'm getting pretty horny. This bondage stuff turns me so on." Whispered Cathy to Suzy who started to laugh. Pete smiled and winked at Tom.

"Okay, girls, last piece of tape." As he put a long one on their mouth before picking them and placing them on the trunk, comfortably installed of soft pillows, then the trunk was closed.

Upon driving off, Tom said:

"If she's up for bondage, she's gonna be in for a hell of a ride."

Pete laughed.

The ride lasted for what seemed to be a very long time. Although the girls were resting of soft pillow, the trip was not that comfortable. Finally, the car stopped, and they overheard the guys getting off from it and walked on dirt to the trunk. They opened it. The sudden bright sunlight was hurting their eyes and they closed it. Before they could react, darks bags were put over their heads. There was some whining.

"It's just a game, girls. Relax. We just want to keep that place secret… for now at least."

The at least made the girls laugh. It meant that there was a lot more fun coming up. Their ankles were untied and they were led inside a building. They welcomed the shade. It smelled like hay. They felt someone removing the tape from their wrists, but they were quickly held back and put into metal handcuffs. They started to fight but were held firmly but the strong guys. They felt something wide being applied and tightened around their neck. A collar! Then there was a yank, pulling them backward. Finally, the bags were removed. With wide eyes, they tried to scream. They were inside a huge barn, partly filled with hay. In front of them were, of course, Tom and Pete, but also Karen, Lynda and Helen. All of them dressed with very tight black leather and thigh high spiked leather boots.

"Hello girls" said Karen. "We thought that you would enjoy OUR little party for spring break." She said, with a sarcastic tone. "The fun part is that, YOU are the playthings."

Suzy and Cathy tried to get away but their collars were chained to the wall. They struggled, and tried to scream. Their effort paid off as the poorly sticking duck tape over their mouth fell off.

"You scum! Help!! Help!! We're being abducted and tortured! Help" yelled Cathy, accompanied by Suzy. The five abductors simply stayed there, looking at them struggling to get free, and laughing.

"Go ahead, girls. Have a ball. There's nobody within a 10 miles radius except for a few cows." Said Helen. "Remember the old farmhouse I once told you about that I might inherit, well, this is it. My uncle passed away two weeks ago, just in time for our little session."

"Helen, how could you? We're best friends." Said Cathy.

"Best friends?" said Helen, approaching, making her tight leather creak. Cathy could smell the strong musk sent. It was somewhat arousing. Helen took Cathy's face in her leather covered hand, and gently rubs it.

"Such a pretty face, such an ugly soul." She said, turning around to rejoin the others. Tom had been whispering into Lynda's ear. She made wide eyes.

"Really? Girls, Tom just told me that Cathy said that the kinky stuff made her hot!"

"No, that's not true."

"Well, if that's so, it's simply going to be more enjoyable for you." Said Karen with a devilish eye. "Okay, let's prep them."

The girls pulled on their collars but there was no escape. They took Suzy first. Tom and Pete held her firmly as the Tight Jeans Three removed her clothes, leaving her naked. Helen was kicked on the jaw and flew backward, getting up, rubbing her hurting jaw with her gloved hand. She was ready to kill her when Tom held her back.

"Save it for later." He said with a wink.

"Okay, girls, there's two way we can get this over with. The hard way, and the easy way. You cooperate or you get sedated. It's your choice." Said Karen, producing a syringe. "I would suggest the easy way. It's much more humm.. Stimulating to live it." She said with a smile.

Suzy and Cathy stopped their struggles.

"Okay, but you tell us what you intend to do with us." Said Cathy.

"Oh, that's quite simple, actually." Said Lynda, smiling. "We are going to force you to wear tight clothes and high heels for one week, then release you. It's that simple."

"And what do you think that will do? Do you really think we will stop hitting on you, bunch of freaks, just because you made us wear the same stupid stuff?" asked Suzy, laughing.

"Because as soon as we'll be free, we'll go to the police and report you." Said Cathy, approved by Suzy.

"Okay, here's the deal." Said Suzy. "You release us now, and we tell no one."

"Yeah, right." Said Helen. "Like you're going to do that."

"No deal." Said Karen.

"Whatever." Said Cathy. "It's going to be fun to watch you go to jail. Okay, bring the freaky clothes."

The Tight Jeans Three looked at each other. So far, so good, according to their plan. They started with Suzy. They made her wear a thick and extremely tight metallic blue leotard bodysuit with long sleeves and attached gloves. Suzy complained that it was about 3 sizes too small, but the girls only laughed. Then came the jeans, also about 3 sizes too small. They had to use the strength of both men to pull her in. They held her by the waistband, about a foot off the ground and shook her as one would do to put a big object in a too small bag. Gradually, she literally sank into the jeans, and finally, her crotch rested firmly on the crotch seam. Then they fastened it, which squeezed her stomach even more. She groaned as a leather belt was fed through the belt loops, tightened and locked.

"I can hardly breathe in those. Well, " said Suzy with a look in Cathy's direction "torture is just one more thing to add to your charges when in Court."

The girls didn't answer. Instead, they took a pair of knee high pull-on platform boots made of fine black kid leather. The heel was at least 7 inches with a 2 inches platform. Suzy didn't resist. After all, a pull-on boot is very easy to kick off.
When they put her back on the ground, Suzy had a strange reaction when she tried to move.

"I feel like a robot." She said, but her voice was shaking. The Tight Jeans Three only had to exchanges looks to pass the message. The procedure had only begun.

Then it was Cathy's turn. She was fitted similarly but with a red shiny metallic looking spandex leotard. Her boots were also different. Still platforms, but lace-up. She had a disappointing grin when she saw them. Suzy's boots were much easier to get rid off than hers.

"There. You are all set." Said Karen, looking at them, slowly rubbing her tightly constricted thighs, probably unconsciously.

"That's it? Can we go now?" asked Cathy while taking a step toward the door, but was quickly blocked by Tom.

"You're gonna stay here for the whole week. It's hard packed soil, but still a wee bit soft, that's why we put both of you in platform boots, it's sturdier. Just behind that curtain, behind you, there's some exercise machines, like a treadmill and a stair simulator. A table and different chairs are also available. Your beds are on the opposite corner of the barn."

"And I suppose you EXPECT us to gently stay here?" said Suzy, defiantly.

"Oh no, we're not that stupid. We know that you'll want to get out of here as soon as we're gone. That's why we took some precautions."
With that, Tom and Pete approached the girls to put back the leather collar, but it was locked this time. Then they noticed the two steel cables that were running the length of the barn, high up, and the two chains that were descending from them. The chain was linked to their collar with a padlock. Thick leather cuffs were put on their wrists, and their arms lock in their back. And finally, to their dismay, locking cuffs were put at their ankles. They were not linked together, but they effectively prevented them to remove their boots.

"As you have probably noticed." Said Lynda "you each have an individual traveling wire. So you're able to move separately, unless you cross each other chain."

Cathy and Suzy protested, but it did nothing.

"Well, sorry to leave you like that, but there's a real party going on somewhere else, and we should get going. Have a good night." Said Karen, turning around, followed by the others.

The prisoner girls followed them until they reached the end of their chain, leaving them about 6 feet before reaching the door.

"You'll pay for this!" yelled Suzy. The Tight Jeans Girls laughed, taking their boyfriends by the arm.

"We should try to find you someone, Helen" said Karen. "I know someone from the team that is interested." Said Pete. "You know Hummer?"

"The receiver?" said Helen, wide eyed.

"That's the one."

"You mean the one with the body of a Greek god?"

"Yep." Said Pete.

"Oh… My… God!" said Helen, putting her hand to her mouth.

"Since he saw you in tight jeans, he won't stop talking about you."

Helen blushed.

The plan – Phase Two: Discoveries.

They were now alone in the barn. They tried to get their arms free, but it was impossible. The cuffs were made of thick and tight leather, and the lock was sturdy. They had no way to use their hands for anything. They looked for something sharp to cut themselves out of this situation, but there was nothing. And even if they did find something, how would they use it? The Tight Jeans Girls had carefully planned their capture.

"What do we do now?" asked Cathy, walking slowly, still gently rubbing her buns as much as her bound arms permitted.

"Well, we don't have much to do. I would suggest doing what we are told. This way we might get their confidence and asked to have our hands free." She said, trying to move her arms in front of her.

"Do… do you feel the same thing… I mean… Are the jeans… well… stimulating?" asked Cathy, now rubbing her crotch from behind.

"This is just in your head." Said Suzy. "Tight jeans can't be erotic."

"I know, but… Never mind." She said, walking away. The more she walked, the more she appeared stimulated. It wasn't long before she was trying the treadmill, at slow speed first.

"The heels really get to be accustomed to." She said, after walking a few minutes. "I think I got the hang of it."

"Don't tell me you're starting to like it."

"I can't say that I like it, but it definitely makes me hot. That I can't deny."

"Well, you said it yourself that you liked bondage games. Now you're served." Said Suzy.

"Are you trying to tell me that you don't feel anything?"

"No, I don’t." said Suzy, coldly.

When Suzy tried to sit on one of the chairs she found it difficult. Her hips were not cooperating. They were held pretty much rigid by the tight denim. After a few minutes, she chose to lay down on the bed. In the meantime, Suzy had switched to the stair simulator, and was starting to moan louder and louder.

"Cut it out, will ya?" said Suzy.

"Hey, we're stuck here. If I can have some fun while I'm at it, so be it." She said leaving the stairs and walking to her bed, she would have loved to rub her crotch. She lay down on the bed, on her stomach. She started to move her hips up and down gently, and moan louder. Finally, she exploded, much to Suzy's relief.

"It's about time. It was getting disturbing." Said Suzy.

"Shut up. Don't tell me you don't feel anything."

"No. "

"You should open your mind. I never felt anything like that before."

Suzy stayed silent. Cathy relaxed, and fell asleep a short wile later.

"Do you really believe she's not feeling anything?" asked Helen to Karen while looking at the TV monitor plugged on the camera watching the barn.

"Hell no! She's lying. Look carefully at the bed sheets. She's on her stomach, and you can see her butt raise and lower slightly. She's masturbating" Said Karen, as Suzy was doing it.

"I never thought it would happen so quickly." Said Lynda. I expected it would take a few days.

"Yes, I admit that Cathy was way quicker than what I had anticipated, but for Suzy, it will take a few days for the reality to sink in."

"So do we advance phase 3 for tomorrow instead than in 3 days?"

"No. We'll give then one full day in the outfits before going to the next step."

"Whatever. I need to hit the bed." Said Lynda, leaving the group followed by Tom.

"Me too." Said Karen. "I'll put another tape in the VCR and hit the bed."

"Yeah, it's pretty late, and I'm exhausted by that party." Said Helen. "Coming my way, Hummer?" she said with a wink, pulling on the guy's hand.

"I'll have to follow you, I don't know this house." He said.

"Well, grab a hold and hang tight." Said Helen as she put his hands on her buns encased in tight faded Levi's.

"Squeeze hard." She said as she moved forward, "or you'll lose your way." Hummer followed, all smiling.

She led him into a room on the second floor. Upon entering, she kicked off her 5 inches pumps, sending them flying on the other side of the room, and threw herself on the soft bed. Rolling on her back, she invited Hummer to join her.

"Can you help me get these so tight jeans off, honey?" she said with a very sultry voice, playing with the jeans waist button.

Hummer was drooling like a wolf in front of a prime rib steak. He carefully climbed on the bed, on all four, crawling over Helen. Delicately, he undid the button and pulled on the zipper. The jeans opened like they were about to tear apart. Then slowly crawling backward, rubbing his hands on her thighs along the way, feeling the tensed fabric, he stepped down from the bed to grab the bottom legs of the jeans.
Helen took hold of the bed headpiece with a firm grip and arched her back upward in a slow, erotic move as Hummer grabbed the jeans and pulled. Nothing moved. He had to pull really hard for the jeans to give, and slowly peel off her legs. Next came the spandex bodysuit.
Hummer crawled back on her as she turned on her stomach, giving access to the back zipper, which he undid very slowly. Again, the fabric was so tight that a gap revealing a third of her back opened as the zipper went down. Then, she turned around and she sat. Hummer was kneeling over her legs, and helped peel off the spandex body suit from her arms, then, as she arched her back one more time, he pulled it off her legs. What was left was a denim bra and denim panties. But that could be taken care of much more easily, once under the bed sheets. The light was turned off
When Karen walked past the door, all she could hear was muffled giggling. She smiled. Similar giggling sounds could be heard coming from Lynda's room as she passed in front of it. Soon, the giggling would also coming from her room, but right now, it's was Pete's watch at the surveillance room.

On the next morning, they were greeted by two "dancing tight jeans girls" who were eager to get off their clothes for a pit stop. They were undressed and allowed to shower. Then a light breakfast was served before they were put back into their tight outfit. Cathy was hiding the fact that she liked the experience with difficulty. Suzy appeared pissed off, but their captors knew the real story.
Once again, they were left to themselves. They thought. From the house, they were constantly monitored, and the "team" was ready to take action at the first sign of a problem. But there was none. In fact, Suzy started to admit that she liked the tight jeans, and that she too was quite turned-on by it.

"Strange" she said "I almost felt sad when they took us out of it, this morning."

"I felt the same way too. "Said Cathy" I was disappointed. I somewhat like it. Am I a weirdo?"

"They have probably drugged us. There's no way we would like it." Said Suzy, "but I have to try it fully, even if it's just to have more stuff once we'll be in front of the judge" she said, heading for the stair simulator.
She turned it on, at a relatively slow pace, and started to climb the stairs. The jeans were so tight that she had to wiggle her butt pretty heavily to get to it. With her arms in her back, she had to lean forward to keep balance. It wasn't long before she was panting, but it was not by exhaustion. You don't let out long moans when you're exhausted.

"I think all the girls should wear that kind of jeans." Said Hummer, leaning over Helen's shoulder to look at the monitor. "It just looks so awesome."

"Especially on me, I suppose?" asked Helen.

"You? You're the goddess of tight jeans." He said, kissing her on the neck. She shivered.

"Hey guys, you're on duty. Save that for later." Said Karen with a smile upon entering the surveillance room, breaking the sudden sexy mood that had filled the small room.

"It gets irritating watching them having fun while we can't. When do I get my break?"

"In 3 hours."

They had divided the watch between the 6 of them, assuring 24 hours surveillance. Each one was doing a 6 hours tour, on rotation. That insured 30 hours between duty shifts.
From the back, Hummer bent forward over Helen's chair and softly glide his hand on her tightly wrapped thighs, the jeans made even tighter by the fact that she was seating. He glide his hands upward, rubbing her waist, squeezing her firm breast under the tight spandex bodysuit to end at her neck, where he gently kissed her.

"I'll be waiting for you." He whispered in her ears before leaving.

"Karen," said Helen, turning toward her "You better tie me to this chair because I won't be waiting here another 3 hours. No way!"

"Cool down, Helen." Said Karen, laughing while leaving her alone. "But if you ever get out of this room before the end of your shift, I WILL tie you to the chair."

Half an hour later, Helen found herself securely tied to the chair with leather straps and locks while Hummer was softly blowing in her ear.

"You'll pay for this, Hummer."

"I hope so." He said, licking her ear.

The plan – Phase Three: Opportunity.

Day three of the abduction.

After getting off the stretch denim catsuit pajamas and taking a shower, it was time to get back in tight jeans, and the help of someone, especially if it's a strong handsome man, was always welcomed, if not hoped.

Karen's and Lynda's boyfriends were used to that morning drill, where they pulled and stuffed their girlfriends in the over tight clothes, but for Hummer, it was a relatively new experience as Helen dressed herself without any help before that day.

"What… what do you want me to do?" he asked, not sure of himself, and his brain somewhat dizzy by the thought of helping a gorgeous girl get into too tight jeans. Sure, he helped women dress before, but it had been limited to buckling a bra or pulling up the back zipper of a gown.

"Just position yourself behind me." Said Helen as she bent straight at the waist to get the pants laying at her feet, positioning her butt high up in the air. It was already partly covered in denim, in part by the denim panties, but also by the tight but stretch denim bodysuit she had already on.
She raised her upper body, pulling at the jeans at the same time. They started to get fairly snug when she reached her upper thighs. Then she started the Tight Jeans Dance, twisting her butt, getting one hip upward, then the other, bending one knee, then the other, twisting, and bending, while all this time, Hummer silently watched the squirming butt inches from his erected member. When the waist band reached her hips, she stopped and turned her head backward to look at Hummer.

"It's your turn, now." She said with a sultry voice. "Grab the jeans on each side, and yank them up."

He did, yanking them lightly. They moved upward, but very little.

"You're gonna have to use more strength than that, honey."

"But if I pull any stronger, I'm going to lift you off the ground." He said, almost blushing.

"That's the idea." She said with a wink.

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Hummer smiled. He got a firm grip on the jeans, placed Helen very close to his body and bent forward to have more power to lift her. His face was at Helen's ear.

"Get ready for lift-off." He said as he pulled upward.

Helen ended up with her feet six inches off the ground. She did slid down a little, but not again, not much.

"It doesn't seem to work." He said

"Ever stuffed a fluffy pillow in a pillowcase?" she asked while still hanging.

"Yeah, but what's the link?"

"Shake me as you would a pillowcase."

Not too sure of himself, and afraid to hurt her, he started to shake her softly. Then, with Helen asking her to shake harder, he increased, and saw the amazing results. Helen was literally sinking into the jeans. Inch by inch, the jeans got up, or Helen went down through. After close to a minute, Helen put her hand at her crotch and asked him to stop.

"Gee! I never got them that high. The crotch seam is reaching really up." She said, feeling the tight seam bite between her lips, making a cameltoe.

"I'm sorry." Said Hummer. "I'll try to be more careful next time."

"NO! No. It's perfect that way." She said, still rubbing her crotch. "Wow!"

She slowly walked to the bed where she laid down on her back. She fed a string on the zipper handle, them asked Hummer to come over.

"Okay, now climb and kneel over my legs. Grab the sides of the zipper and pulled them together while I pull on the zipper string."

Hummer executed. His hard-on was impossible to hide. He climbed on her. She had her legs closed together. He positioned himself on her upper legs and sat on them. He could feel the tight denim on her thighs. They were feeling like hard wood lugs.
He bent forward and took a hold of the each side of the zipper and pulled, but so lightly at first that his fingers slipped.

"Wow. Are you sure they will be able to join together?"

"Sure it will, hon, if you put enough strength for it." She said with an evil grin.

Hummer took a firmer grip on them, and even there, he had to use all his strength to pull them together. Helen was constantly tugging on the zipper string, and it got up, tooth by tooth. It was a long and tedious process, but finally, with Hummer exhausted and his fingers hurting like hell, the zipper was up. Helen closed herself the waist button, then buckled the wide, white leather waist belt.

"Wow! Awesome. I never thought we would go through." Said Helen.

"What do you mean?"

"It's the first time I wear those, and I took them one size smaller than the usual." She said with a wink. "If I had told you that I never wore them, and that I wasn't sure I was going to be able to squeeze in, you wouldn't have given all you got, right?"

"Perhaps," he said "but I would still have some feeling on my fingers." He said, looking at his bright red, swelling fingertips.

"Oh, poor thing. Since I'm laying down, could you please help me with my shoes?" she asked, pointing at a pair of white platform sandals.

Hummer got down from the bed, got the shoes and delicately put them on her feet. Then he helped her get up. Her legs were as stiff as a wood plank. Like it was now their usual way to walk around the house, Hummer tried to grab her butt so she would lead him, but he simply couldn't. The jeans were so tight that there was no grip possible, but he followed nevertheless. The sight was awesome. He never saw anything like that. Helen was having a ball and a hard time at the same time.

When she finally got down the stairs, to the dining room, the four other members of the gang were there. Karen look amazed.

"Wow! That's tight. That's how I like them, but how did you get them on?"

"With Hummer's help." She said, smiling.

"Yeah, talk about that. I left half my fingertips on that zipper."

"Poor Hummer." Said Lynda as she got up to rub his hands. "You are cruel, Helen, doing this to him."

"But how else…"

"We have tools for extreme tight jeans. You know it, Helen. Why didn't used it?" Said Karen, disappearing in the living room and coming back with some kind of wide pliers with large plates.

"Oh, excuse me, Hummer. I've forgot." She said, with that devilish smile. Hummer understood that she had made him pay for the teasing he did when she was tied up in the chair. Then, looking at his hard-on, she dragged him back to the room.

"Gee, that was quick." Said Lynda "and it included the time to go back in the jeans? I'm impressed."

"Err no. I didn't take off the jeans. He did it… there." She said, showing a wet spot at the zipper level she had obviously tried to clean. "I hope it's not going to stain."

After breakfast, the Tight Jeans Three went with their boyfriends to the barn, as usual, for the breakfast and hygiene pauses of the abducted. Lynda had taken place in the sofa while the other two were keeping an eye on Suzy, eating her breakfast, as Cathy was in the shower.
They dressed them back up in their attire of tight jeans, tight spandex and high heels and walked to the door, wishing them a good day.

"Yeah right." Said Cathy "Talk about a good day. Instead of having a ball at the beach, we're stuck here with a bunch of weirdo."

"Stuck with us?" said Karen. "We're not staying, we're going to the beach for the day. See you for dinner, girls."

"Hey, lets take my car." Said Lynda. "Oh, shoot! I thought I had my keys with me but it seems I forgot them inside the house."

"Don't bother getting them." Said Hummer. "Lets take my Jeep. All we have to do is remove the soft top."

"Works for me." Said Karen.

The six of them were quick to remove the soft top and to hop on the Jeep. Hummer drove off in a cloud of smoke, making the wheels spin on the dirt.

"Well, seems we're alone for the day." Said Cathy. "I can't believe they are actually doing this." She said while letting herself drop on the sofa. "Ouch! What is that?" she said, getting back up, then to her knees to have a closer look at the back of the sofa's cushion.
She sat back and fondled with her tied up arms, then with struggle, got out a key ring.

"Keys? What kind of keys?" asked eagerly Suzy.

"Not sure. There's car keys and a few… I think those keys are for our locks."

"Got lucky with the locks, hey?"

Cathy played with the key ring to put the keys into one of the padlocks of the wrist cuffs. It was quite a struggle, but finally, she found the right key, and was able to put it fully in. Then, after resting a moment, she was able to unlock it. With a click, the padlock opened. In a hurry, she was out of it and releasing her other hand.

"Quick, quick, remove mine." Said Suzy, extending her arms.

Less than a minute later, they were free of the cuffs and the collar.

"Let's get out of here, since we even have a car, it won't be difficult." Said Cathy, leading the way.

They rushed outside. The bright sun made them blink. They were running on the hardly packed dirt, their butt wiggling with each step. They reached the car, panting.

"Gee, we can't run in these." Said Cathy while Suzy opened the door of the car, taking place in the driver's seat.
"Woof. Not easy to sit and drive either. I wonder how she manages, especially with a manual transmission." She said.

Cathy took place on the passenger seat. She too was getting quite pinched. They closed the door and started the engine.

"Euh… Suzy?" said Cathy before Suzy drove off. "Do you really want the others to see us in these?" she said, showing their clothes.

"Well, you're right. We should change first. They have probably left our clothes in the house… and we have the key for it. Okay, let's go." She said, pulling herself out of the car, and then walking to the house. As they reached the porch they were panting, and their crotch were getting wet.

"Geesh! I get so horny in those." Said Suzy as she tried a few keys before finding the one for the front door.

Cathy didn't answer. They entered the house. Their clothes were easy to find, they were piled up in the living room. Suzy took the keys, unlocked her waist belt, undid the button then stopped. Cathy was staring at her, a strange expression in her face.

"What's wrong?" asked Suzy. "Afraid to see me in my underwear?" she asked, laughing.

"No, it's not that, it's just…"

"Yeah, me too." Said Suzy. "You don't really want to let go either."

Cathy nodded. She slid her spandex covered hands on her tightly enclosed thighs, feeling the tensed fabric. It wasn't long before her hand was at her crotch, with the tip of her finger drawing small circles.

"We can still do it at home." Said Suzy, but not very convincingly.

"Yeah, hiding in our closet. H… How can they spend a whole day in those? I now understand why they do it, but… I mean…"

"Yeah, pretty weird, hey?"

"Listen. There's no way I would ever go in public dress like that, and, well, hiding in my room is not going to help, unless I can cramp in a bunch of exercise equipment so I can do something else than walk in circles."

"What are you saying, Cathy? That we should stay here, with them?"

"Getting in their group? No way Suzy, but we haven't run away yet. We could simply go back in the barn, act like nothing happened, so we can have the rest of the week. We would have at least this experience to remember."

"Yeah," said Suzy with a sudden spark in her eyes. "And the more we stay, hum... Against our will, the harder will be the sentence on them."

Cathy smiled. Suzy locked the belt back on her. Since they had the house to themselves for the day, they decided to explore a little.
It was a basic house, and they were rather disappointed to find nothing that could be used against them in court. But they did find some interesting toys in the form of two huge vibrators, one on two different rooms. They guess that one was Karen's and the other Lynda's. But that was not important. Quickly, they were laying on their back on the soft beds, and moving the vibrator on their tightly wrapped crotch. They were moaning like cats on a hot night.
They stopped when the batteries ran out. They wandered in the house for a good part of the day then went outside. There was a horse behind the barn, all saddle up and ready. Suzy helped Cathy get on it, and she went for a ride. She was back half an hour later.

"Impossible." Said Cathy, panting.

"Why, the jeans are too tight?" asked Suzy.

"Try it for yourself." She said, while getting off, revealing that her crotch was pretty wet.

"Is that pee?" asked Suzy.

Cathy nodded no.

"You'll see for yourself."

Suzy was back too within half an hour, exhausted and wet.

"These jeans are devilish." She said while getting off the horse.

"Better find a way to dry ourselves before they are back." Said Cathy. "It's getting late afternoon."

They ran in the house and used hairdryers to dry their crotch. They decided not to take off the jeans. They had sweat a lot, and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to put them back on without the help of someone, thus revealing they had found the keys.
They ran back to the barn.

"Now what do we do with the keys?" asked Suzy.

"We hide them." Said Cathy.

"Why? Better give them back, otherwise they will search the whole barn, and when they will find them, they will know we had them."

"Maybe not if we put them where they can be found, but with a possibility that some keys are lost." Said Cathy. "I mean, the only key we really need is the one for the collar and those darn cuffs, right? And the locks are all keyed alike."

"I think so." Said Suzy, not knowing where Cathy was heading.

"Look." Said Cathy as she took the key ring and pried it open. She took the desired key and slid it in her back pocked. Then she went outside, followed by Suzy. She went to the tire tracks left by Hummer as he drove off. Carefully, she laid out the keys as if he had spin the wheels over them, tearing the key ring apart, and sending the keys flying.

"There." Said Cathy. "This way, they would believe that the keys were accidentally dropped on the ground, that Hummer ran over them and threw them away. The missing key will simply be… missing. They will never have a clue we have it." She said with confidence.

"Wow. I didn't know you were that smart." Said Suzy, a little pissed off to have become second to her. She was used as being the smart one, and she didn't like the way she was loosing the lead.

A few minutes later, they were back in the barn. Cathy hid the key in one of the sofa's cushion by opening the zipper and putting the key in. No chance someone would look there to find it. Then, they locked each other in. An hour later, the abductors were back. They listen as Helen first found the keys. They looked around. Although Cathy had kept only one key, they heard them telling something to the fact that there were 2 keys missing, but never mentioned which ones. Cathy smiled.

They were giving some food, and left for the night. Cathy was quick to get back the key and free her arms. Of course, Suzy wanted the same. They spend most of the evening and the night having some fun, rubbing their crotch like never before. On the morning, it was relatively easy to lock their arms back, so that no one new anything. They thought.

The plan – Phase Four: Things gets faster.

Day four. Five more days to go, thought Suzy as the Tight Jeans Three went in for the usual morning activities, before leaving for the day, leaving them "alone." They used again the key to get free and wondered around the property, getting on the horse again.
They never realized that a horse isn't kept saddled up all day long, and that someone must have put the saddle on for a purpose, and they never saw or heard anyone getting on it. They were simply too self-conscious of their newly discovered pleasures to notice it.
By the evening, when they thought it was safe, they got their hands free and played with themselves, while the Tight Jeans Three were watching from the monitor room.

"I'm starting to get bored, hiding here, while the rest of the gang is at the beach." Complained Lynda.

"But we did go to the beach." Laughed Helen.

Lynda grinned. They had stopped half a mile down the dirt road to come back on foot to keep the surveillance on their captives, hidden in the forest. Needless to say that their behavior had expected all their wildest dreams. They were hooked on the tight jeans, and not just a little.

"I'm thinking of something." Suddenly said Karen, spooking everybody who was starting to doze off with the constant sound of the abducted moaning of pleasure. "What if we release them earlier?"

"But, we had planned to keep then until next Sunday?" said Helen.

"Yes, but we never expected them to react so quickly. Either they are really hooked, or they discovered everything and are very good actors. I believe the first theory."

"Me too." Said Lynda. "Looking at them, it's genuine pleasure, not faked. But do we have enough material?"

"Not completely, but I have another plan. I need you guys." She said, looking at the three handsome men.

Early the next morning, the three men left as soon at the morning duties were performed. This time, with the girls still around, Suzy and Cathy had to stay put and bound the whole day. They used a lot the exercise equipment, since they couldn't go outside the barn. The guys returned late in the afternoon.

The dinner was served earlier, almost as soon as the guys were back. Karen told Cathy that it was because they had an important appointment, meaning party, early in the evening.
The girls ate, anticipating that they would have the opportunity to wander around freely in the evening, but soon after they ate, they fell dizzy, and quickly fell asleep.

Their tight clothes were removed and their old clothes put back. They were carried in a small van then driven back to the Campus, in their respective rooms. The guys weren't asked too much question. Seeing men carrying dead drunk students was a common sight at spring break.
The girls were put to bed and left.

The next morning, they awakened, dizzy, with a headache, but lost. They felt a void, as if something was missing. Was that all a bad dream? What day was it?
They called each other and agreed to meet in at the Campus coffee shop.

"What do we do now?" asked Cathy. "I know I… need those tight jeans."

"Well, maybe you need them, but I can live very well without them." Said Suzy with a discussed grin. "If you want to join them, go ahead. As for me, I'm getting them to court."

"Well, do what you want, Suzy. Right now, I am going to the beach. See ya later!" she said, leaving Suzy behind.

Suzy went to the police, but it led nowhere. Cathy was not collaborating at all, negating everything about that abduction thing, as she started to wear tighter and tighter jeans. Even her footwear changed gradually, almost imperceptibly. She was becoming a Tight Jeans Weirdo, but she made sure never to make contact with any of the Tight Jeans Three, although they exchanged weird looks.
Suzy was unable to get any proofs. No one knew of that dead uncle barn Helen talked about, since she turned out that she didn't had any uncle. She had no clue of where it was located. Her story was totally unbelievable, and with nothing to support it, no charges were pressed against anyone. She was still the same, dressing the same as before, and being a brat, the same as before. Apparently, nothing had changed in her behavior.

The plan – Phase Five: The Results.

The exam session. Tough, exhausting, and can make someone jump or cry. The psychology class had a special exam. They were asked to provide some kind of experiment on psychology, and the results accompanying it. Psychology was Karen's field.
The studies were presented in the auditorium and anyone interested to attend was welcomed. Karen especially counted on that. She didn't talk to either Suzy or Cathy, but she had the word spread that her study was a total flop and that she would likely make a fool of herself. Suzy and Cathy were decided to witness that.
They took seats on the third row, to have the best look on Karen's face where she will look like a total idiot. Lynda, Helen and the three boyfriends were seated in the first row.

They had to wait while another student presented his study on depressions. It was plainly depressive… Then came Karen's turn.
As usual, she showed up, sure of herself, wearing the tightest jeans possible, but instead of her usual spandex bodysuit, she had a tight leather bodysuit, which was built pretty much like a corset. The soft, shiny black leather was tightly encasing her upper body, revealing her ample breasts. The tight sleeves wrapped her arms like a second skin, ending with black leather gloves. Her high heels black platform shoes were clicking on the stage floor.
Cathy was squirming on her chair, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Suzy was standing still, but inside, she was boiling, and her mouth watering.
Karen began with the usual presentation, and then cut to the heart of the subject.

"Many of you are here because I spread the word that I was going to make a huge flop. That was part of the study, to prove that people are more interested in seeing someone hit the dirt than get a medal. This presentation is not going to be a flop, and believe me, some of you will get out of here… disturbed."

There was a faint rumbling of approval in the room. She had the first part right: the auditorium was full… to see her hit the dirt.

"My study was to show how someone, introduce to something they openly dislike, will start to like it and even grow a dependency out of it… and I'm not talking about drugs." She said as a laugh was slowly growing.

"For this study to work, I had to keep my subjects in the dark of the real intentions, because they could easily alter the conditions of the test. Two subjects were taken." She said, as the pictures of Suzy and Cathy were showed up. There was some rumbling, and two girls' faces turned red.

"As you all know, I like very tight clothes in general, and very tight jeans in particular."

There was a general laugh.

"My subjects didn't, and they were very eager to tell it to me at every occasion."

There was again a soft laugh.

"So, we kept them in this barn." She said as a picture of the property was shown. "It was a property for sale that we rented for a two weeks."

Suzy took notes. Now she had information. She would be able to press charges.

"We've upgraded the barn and the house with surveillance equipment." She said as the monitor room and the small cameras in the barn, house and backyard were showed. Suzy and Cathy looked at each other.

"Yes, we saw everything, and everything is on tape." Said Karen, answering their silent question.

"This is private. We were taped without our knowledge." Yelled Suzy, getting up, pointing at Karen.

"Again, if you knew you were recorded, you would have altered the test. Now, nothing personal is going to be shown here, just basic behavior. I have the approval of the University's authorities to show the document." Said Karen.

Suzy stayed there, bright red, pointing her finger. Cathy pulled on her so she would sit. She did, reluctantly.

Karen went on, showing how they were abducted and eventually dressed and partly bound. There was some disapproval grunts in the room that were soon cleared up when the lost keys, actually put there on purpose, showed that the girls decided to stay longer to get to be in the tight jeans longer, including their little night play, not forgetting the fun they had with the vibrators.
Hummer put his hand on Helen's tightly encased thighs, remembering that day at the beach where she had to stay in her over-extremely-tight jeans all day, in the heat, hiding in the forest near the house. They walked away from the group for most of the day. When they came back, Helen's jeans had a lot of stains she swear they were caused by something wet on the ground she had probably laid on.

"Their behavior exceeded what I had anticipated. The subjects responded well beyond what I had planned, so much that we decided to release them earlier, but not before adding a few more surveillance devices." She said as images of their room were showed. They were seen, carried by the guys, and put to bed. Then, Karen let the images speak for themselves.
The dates and times showed that the same evening, both Suzy and Cathy went back to their room with a bag from a jeans store. They quickly undressed and got the tight jeans on, before looking at themselves in the mirror, admiring their figure, gliding their hands on their tightly encased thighs, fondling at the crotch.
The following day, Cathy already added the high heels and the vibrator. The video was also showing that she took great care of hiding that fact to anyone else, especially Suzy. Cathy was getting on the street with tighter and tighter clothes each week.

At the end of the presentation, the two girls just stayed there, blushing, trying to sink into their seat.

"In conclusion," said Karen "I think I proved my theory that someone, introduce to something they openly dislike, will start to like it and even grow a dependency out of it."

There was a round of applause. Cathy and Suzy went on stage to see Karen. They were able to take her apart, and corner her. Lynda and Helen went to rescue her, but Karen waved them off. After a few minutes, they left, leaving Karen.

"So?" asked Helen.

"They told me to make sure all the tapes were destroyed. I told them they were in that box over there, you see them carrying."

"That's it?"

"No." she said with a large smile. "They asked me where I was shopping for my clothes and if it was okay if the Tight Jeans Three were becoming the Tight Jeans Five."

Oh yes, she got an A+ for her experiment.