DoNotPull Stories

The Ballroom - Remastered

Esme burst through the doors and stormed into the ballroom's kitchen. Her voluptuous, curvy body carrying enough momentum to move through most of the nearly all-female staff, who all happened to be taller but thinner than her. 

Esme was a 19 year-old young woman, college student, and still a virgin. She stormed through the kitchen with her vibrant, her brilliant blonde hair tied up in a simple loose bun, while wearing a rather silly but strange looking clown-like outfit. The ensemble consisted of a skin tight, deep royal-blue jumpsuit that covered all of the her legs, and about 3/4ths of her arms. The jumpsuit also had a cut out portion on the back in the shape of a U, revealing Esme's bare skin. 

There were also embroidered gold floral patterns with red accents all across the suit. One pattern spanned from the her ankles, traveled up the length of her thick, plump legs, and came to an end at the waistline of the Jumpsuit. There were more of those embroidered gold patterns and red accents on the suit's shoulders. These patterns crawled down the bicep and most of the forearm. There was a central pattern across the chest of the suit, with the red accent nestled right in the middle. And finally, there was a very simple and elegant embroidering on the rear as well, just above the tailbone. 

Esme's jumpsuit also had two big, white suspenders that crossed each other on her back before being slung over her shoulders, and intended to be harnessed to the waistband on the suit. Esme tried fastening her suspenders to the waistband of the jumpsuit, but it was still too loose. She decided to stuff the extra suspender lengths inside of her jumpsuit, feeding them through a small opening on the front of the jumpsuit between the actual material, and the waistband. Esme then fastened them both to her favorite pair of white lace panties that she was wearing underneath everything, to prevent the suspenders from slipping out. For some reason, every step Esme took, or movement she made, her jumpsuit made a loud squeaking noise with multiple small jingling bells that sounded like children's toys. But she didn't have time to worry or be embarrassed about that. Esme had to get through the kitchen and into the ballroom. She had nearly made it through the set of double doors that separated the kitchen and the main ballroom, where the party was taking place, but just as she put her hands on the aluminum doors, a pair of waitresses grabbed Esme by her suspenders. The white suspenders stretched to an impressive length, but as they were pulled taught against her body by the two waitresses, Esme's panties were yanked up into her vagina. The sudden feeling was painful but also surprisingly enjoyable for her and it caused Esme to hesitate for a moment, letting out a quiet moan with a wince. That hesitation lead to her losing her footing, and getting yanked back, crashing into the two waitresses who were pulling her suspenders. 

As Esme flew back, another pair of kitchen faculty attempted to grab her feet. Fortunately, her feet easily slipped right out of her boots, thanks to a special lining Esme was wearing underneath her jumpsuit. After getting up and pulling the panty wedgie out of her vagina, Esme realized that she was going to have to go on barefoot, with the jingling and squeaking now louder than before. Esme rushed through the double doors once more, and immediately began looking for an exit. There wasn't one. Her next thought was to get up on the indoor balcony the ballroom had. Esme quickly made her way to the nearest staircase in hopes of finding an upstairs exit, or even an open window. Esme panted and took a few deep breaths as she climbed the last stair and reached the upper level. Her face red and slightly damp from sweat due to all the running and now stair-climbing she had been doing. Her jumpsuit also wasn't much help either, as it was very restrictive on her body. The suit was tight against her chest, as her natural bust size was way too big to properly fit inside without causing stretching in other places. Esme then noticed she was still being chased by even more kitchen staff now, and security guards who had all made their way onto the second level balcony shortly after she had. She was surrounded, on both sides of the hexagonal ballroom. Esme started to panic and her eyes frantically darted around the room, looking for anything that might possibly save her. Then she looked up.