My name is Laura, and this is a true story from my life that I tentatively call "The Nerd and the Big Bottomed Girl". Of course, I am the "big bottomed girl" in the story and this is not meant to be insulting at all. It is simply a statement of fact that I have very slender shoulders and a slim waist, but a giant bottom that jiggles as I walk and enormous hips that sway without my consent. But more on that as I relate the story. So here we go.
Like most skinny, somewhat nerdy 18 year old boys, Timmy was obsessed with "The Slave Girl of Marra", a popular comic book, or graphic novel as he called it, featuring a beautiful slave girl named Silkette. Sometimes I would sneak a look through Timmy's collection of comics, and I have to admit I found Silkette fascinating as well, mostly because of the way she was drawn, with her slender shoulders, slim waist, giant hips, and huge round bottom that would bounce and jiggle its way through every page of the graphic novel. Except that my hair is darker than Silkette's, I look very much like her, as I mentioned, especially the slim waist and enormous, bouncing rear end, so it excited me a little that boys like Timmy would like her so much.
I often noticed Timmy, who was the twin brother of my best friend Lacey, staring at my own big butt as Lacey and I would hang out at her house. I have to admit his attention and obsession with my giant backside would titillate me and make me blush a little. In the summer, I would wear my thin cotton shorts that showed off every inch of my huge butt and I could feel my big ass jiggling under those shorts as I took every opportunity to make sure Timmy would get a good look. I loved how much he liked it.
My lovely friend Lacey actually enjoyed teasing me about the large size of my bottom as well. She liked to pat and slap my big butt and comment on its huge size, even occasionally pulling me over her knee and giving me a good spanking. It was quite humiliating, but I learned that I absolutely adore being spanked, so I didn't fight it, even when she would spank me with other friends around or in public. It would have done me no good to protest anyway, as Lacey would give me a good, solid, firm spanking, and other people would just laugh as they saw me struggling.
One day, I was sneaking a look through issue number 24 of "The Slave Girl of Marra" at Lacey's house, and tingling in my belly as I looked at Silkette being chained to a large wooden post by her wrists, while her huge, scantily clad bottom was spanked by Prince Quo. I noticed that, despite her humiliating punishment and huge, exposed backside, she was actually enjoying her predicament and becoming excited by the handsome Prince and his firm hand. Silkette was like a sister to me, and I wondered what it would feel like to be chained to a post and spanked by Timmy. The thought of Timmy watching the fat on my big ass jiggle under his hand, and his inevitable thrill at having me helpless and chained while he smacked my huge bottom was more than I could take and I gasped a little out loud. I had to put the comic book down and compose myself before anyone noticed.
It was on that day that I decided I wanted to go to the upcoming Halloween costume party dressed as Silkette. I immediately became nervous at the thought and wondered if I would have the courage, but my excitement overcame my fears and I committed myself to the idea. I picked up the graphic novel and took a good look at Silkette and took a mental picture of what I would need. I could make that thin strip of pure silk that was pulled between her enormous ass cheeks and attached to the back of her collar. The thin, flowery piece of lightly colored silk that barely covered her breasts would be easy to make as well, I thought to myself, but her chains, shackles, and leash would be difficult to replicate. Where does one get lovely shackles and chains like that, fitted to show off the impossibly curvy figure, slim waist, and giant hips of a slave girl?
My older brother Dan told me about a place he thought would sell things like that. He had heard about it from Suzie, a girl in his graduating class who was very comfortable with her sexuality, and might know where to get items like the ones I was looking for. I would never have found the store myself, as it was inconspicuously named "The Shop on J Street", but when I went in, I could see it was just what I needed.
There was a very pretty, somewhat older woman running the shop and she offered to help me right away. "Ah, you wish to look like Silkette from the comic book, don't you?", she asked playfully, "She is quite popular these days." I blushed.
She looked me up and down as I wilted under her gaze, and she said, "You know, if you colored your hair, you could look exactly like her. You have the same big, lovely ass that she has." She reached out and caressed my large backside as I gasped.
"Well, come with me into the other room." she said, smiling, "and let's see if we can't fit you with some chains that will make you feel beautiful." She seemed very relaxed and confident and I couldn't help but follow her obediently into the back room despite my nervousness and apprehension. She closed the door behind us and again looked me up and down with those pretty eyes of hers. She smiled broadly.
"To fit you properly for shackles and chains, I will need you to strip down to your panties and bra at least," she said firmly. "Don't be shy," she added quickly, "it is important to get the fit right." She laughed at my obviously nervous facial expression, and she said, "Come, come, that enormous ass of yours is practically bursting out of those pants anyway." She gave my big butt a playful slap and I giggled.
I stripped down to my underwear and stood anxiously before the shopkeeper as she walked around me, staring at every inch of me. She stopped for a while behind me and placed her hand on my bottom as she said, "Good lord, you have a big ass. Your huge butt jiggles and shakes even when you are standing still!" I moaned softly at her comment as I felt the blood rush to my embarrassed face. She just laughed.
She quickly became professional and competent however, as she selected some shackles, chains, and collars and locked them on me, over and over, until we found the right fit. I could feel her eyes on my ass as I slipped in and out of various chains, but her demeanor put me at ease and I began to enjoy the process. Finally, I looked at myself in the full length mirror and felt dizzy with excitement. I was chained like Silkette! I looked at my collar, and my wrists chained together and attached to my collar to limit my movement, and my delicate ankles shackled together by a short length of chain, and I nearly passed out with pleasure at the sight! The shopkeeper smiled.
"Perfect, but before we remove your chains and box them up," she said suddenly, "I would like to offer you a 20 percent discount if you would allow me to chain you to the wall like Silkette and give your big ass a good spanking before you go." My knees buckled. I thought of Silkette chained to that large wooden post and spanked by the Prince, and I wanted to experience that feeling.
"Okay," I answered softly.
She quickly chained my bound wrists to the wall and placed her hand on my huge backside. "You have the biggest butt I have ever seen," she said gently. "I can't believe you have such a slender waist and such huge hips and such a big, fat bottom begging to be slapped." I squirmed in my chains. She pulled her hand back and smacked my rear end with firm force as I gasped loudly. She laughed again and proceeded to spank me for a good ten minutes as I moaned and squirmed with humiliation and pleasure. Each loud smack brought a wave of delight to my bound body and I couldn't help arching my back and thrusting my big ass back to receive the shopkeeper's hand. I slumped in exhaustion and satisfaction as she finished, and she said, "I could watch your giant, heavy bottom jiggle all day, but I suppose I'd better let you go home." She smiled as she unchained me, and she kissed me on the lips tenderly.
"I hope you will come back," she said sweetly, as I dressed and let her walk me to the front door with my newly purchased boxes holding my chains, shackles, and a leash like the one Silkette wears.
"I will, and thank you," I said weakly and I made my way back home.
I called Lacey when I got home and told her my plan to be Silkette for the costume party. She was thrilled. She said she would hold the keys to my shackles and take control of my leash for the night, so my costume would be highly realistic. I shuddered with excitement.
The rest of my costume was easy to make, and I arrived at Lacey's house on the night of the party, with everything in a big bag, after deciding to dress at her house to give me courage. She answered the door already dressed in a sexy nurse costume, and she let me into her room to change. I was very nervous, so I closed the door and decided to dress in complete privacy. I stripped down and looked at myself in Lacey's mirror. My hips looked enormous and I blushed. I put on my collar, and slid the thin silk tie through the crack in my huge ass and clipped it to my collar. I turned sideways to see myself better in the mirror and I was embarrassed to see my giant butt exposed and jiggling in my outfit. I took a deep breath and finished dressing.
I needed help with the chains, so I told Lacey to come in and help me. When she entered the room, her eyes widened and she stared hard at my exposed, vulnerable body, especially staring at my big backside. "Oh my god, you look amazing," she said. "Walk around the room a little so I can watch the fat on your huge butt shake and jiggle," she ordered. I obeyed nervously. "Oh my god," she kept saying as she watched me.
She eagerly grabbed the shackles and chains and began locking them into place on my wrists, collar, and ankles, while she slapped and caressed my giant ass. I moaned with delight at her attention, and I was a little sorry when she finished and observed me. I was locked in chains, and except for my decision to leave my hair dark, I looked just like Silkette, the slave girl from Marra. Lacey was breathing heavily and smiling as she locked my leash into place on my collar, and she put the keys to my shackles in her purse. She held the end of my leash as she said, "Let's go get Timmy, and leave for the party. He's going to like the way you look, I think."
