DoNotPull Stories

Vanessa

Vanessa had a relatively easy life. An education, a good amount of money, and a boyfriend. She knew she had it good, which at times made her feel bad. But right now was not that time.

She was relatively short, and was American in nationality. She had long brown hair and brown eyes, as well as large breasts and a big bottom, with a smaller waist between them. She had to wear glasses to see properly. She and her boyfriend were both virgins, awaiting the "perfect night." Despite her anxiety, she's very into sexual activity and is not afraid to suddenly push it onto her boyfriend.

Vanessa had watched a particular movie with her boyfriend Matt recently. She noticed that in a few scenes, Matt became... excited. Sitting on his lap, it was easy but shocking to feel something prodding her from below. During a scene that Vanessa herself did not get to see, she gave oral sex to Matt in order to "calm him down." While she laments missing the scene that held moans, horns, and screams, she made Matt happy and that made her happy. It's hard to believe that Vanessa is a very shy girl, and had turned down many other guys asking to get in her pants due to her anxiety. She actually had asked Matt out, and the equally-shy guy said yes. They were in his house while watching the movie, as she had moved in a few days prior.

While browsing the internet on her iPad, Vanessa came across something strange. A company that sold tailor-made custom patterns on leggings and shirts. She got in contact with an employee and asked if they made an outfit similar to the one in the movie that they had watched the other day, and they said yes. While a little costly, she thought that anything that would make Matt happy would be worth any amount of money. The outfit was ordered and within 3 days, it arrived. It wasn't quite what she expected. And on top of that, it was smaller than she thought.

Knowing Matt wasn't going to be home for an hour, Vanessa had plenty of time to don the outfit. She striped down to her underwear and slid on the leggings, barely getting her thick thighs into the legs and just about getting the waistline over her bubble-butt with a few wiggles. The shirt was just as awkward, as her breasts stopped her from doing up the top button. Her cleavage was clearly visible from the front, and it seemed to go on forever. Something she noticed that was strange to her was the presence of a large, rectangular, red label that had big black text reading "DO NOT PULL" dangling from her backside. She thought about tearing it off, but then again if Matt didn't like the suit then she wouldn't be able to return it. She left it hanging as she slipped on a pair of black shoes that came with the outfit, though upon taking a few steps, squeaks came from her feet. She tested it a few times, entertained for a couple seconds, before once again ignoring it and sitting down to watch TV. Vanessa forgot the label was attached and sat directly on it, though she quickly adjusted herself to stop sitting on it. She thought about watching the movie from the other night, but chose against it. Instead she watched a TV show she liked; Friends.

Just under an hour passed and Vanessa heard the door open.

"I'm home!" Matt yelled as he shut the door. Vanessa sprang up and awkwardly made her way to him, as the tight suit restricted her movements. With every step her breasts jiggled inside her top, and the label on her rump swayed side-to-side. She hugged him tightly before he turned around, and when he did his jaw dropped.

"Hey honey, how was work?"

"It was... fine... what are you wearing?"

"You like it?" Vanessa did a twirl, the label flying loose. "I found a company that makes outfits, and they said they'd make one based on that movie we saw the other day. I know you got excited."

"You didn't actually watch those scenes, did you?" Matt asked.

"No, I couldn't. I was too busy taking care of you." The two walked into the living room, with Vanessa turning the TV volume down so they could talk. She once again sat down, having to do so awkwardly to not bust the label. "What do you think?" She asked as he sat opposite her.
"I think you look hot. Hotter than you know."