Sonnet 57Chapter 21 Novaya Diplomatiya The New Diplomacy
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The room was shadowy, only the faint light from the street peeked through
the closed blinds. Kevin was almost completely silent as he rifled
through the assorted clothing strewn about the room. The evidence of the
evening's passion gone cold with the only sound in the room the gentle
snoring of a woman in the bed.
Kevin wasn't even entirely sure of her name; the club had been loud, and
she had been hot enough. A bit of a pear but in a nice enough way. Not
his usual catch but it was a Wednesday night and he knew he couldn't be
picky. This wasn't a night for the thrill of the chase. This was a hump
day hookup and he needed to score. The week had been long enough, and he
knew he wasn't going to make it through he rests of it without some kind
of satisfaction.
Kevin finished button up his shirt, socks on, he grabbed his jeans and
shimmied into them. They seemed really tight in the calves for a moment
but loose everywhere else. As he buttoned them up though they felt fine,
tight but in a good way. Kevin wasn't a chump; he knew how to dress, and
he liked to show off. He made enough money as an account manager for his
firm. He was a little young for the job, but he did well enough to make
up for it. Which is why he could afford to dress the part when he went
out hunting as he called it.
The door of her apartment clicked shut behind him as he threw his shoes
down in the hallway. Bending down he felt limber in a way he never had.
He barely noticed as he bent perfectly at the waist to tie his shoes.
Laced up he held in a satisfied whistle as he strolled down the hallway
lest he wake up anyone and draw any attention to himself.
"Thanks pal, you keep the change, end of the night?" Kevin asked as he
passed some cash to the driver.
"Thanks man, and yeah pretty much the end, Late night for a Wednesday?"
the driver answered. As he tucked the cash into pocket.
"Yeah, been a rough week, had to take care of myself if you know what I
mean, and hey, you take a guy home on a Wednesday you should expect to
get dipped." Kevin laughed and walked into his condo building. The cab
driver didn't take off until Kevin was at the door, he looked back when
he finally heard the cab move but couldn't see the driver as he sped off
into the night. Kevin shook his head, he was too tired and looked forward
to his bed, the last dregs of alcohol were beginning to burn into a
headache, and he wanted some painkillers and water in his system before
that started in earnest.
The water was cool on his throat, refreshing. Kevin set down the glass
and went to the bathroom. He flicked the light on checked his teeth and
pulled out his toothbrush.
"What the fuck," Kevin whispered to himself as he noticed the jeans he
was wearing. Twisting so he could see his hands went to trace the
stitching on the back pockets. Kevin felt the pants, realizing they
weren't his. His brain fought feverishly to catch up, he'd barely noticed
anything except when pulling the pants on, but here he was standing in
the jeans his prey had been wearing that night. He'd seen her from across
the dancefloor. It had looked like she had been studying or something
because she wasn't really club attired, he wouldn't have given her a
second look if it hadn't of been for her backside. Kevin was a
connoisseur of the fine feminine form, and he had never seen such a wide
set of hips a full-on junk in the trunk booty on a girl that was so tiny
up top. She was the perfect pear. Long curvy legs, perfect heart shaped
ass on wide full hips she was curve from, not top to bottom, from bottom
to bottom.
Kevin now had more then enough time to relish that form as he seemed to
have acquired the same thing. Or he would have if he hadn't of
immediately passed out.
Kevin's phone ringing was the first thing that brought him back to
consciousness. The second was the abundance of sunlight. Kevin owned a
nice condo in a high-rise with an incredible amount of window frontage on
a morning like this the city around him would be beautiful. As Kevin
grabbed for his cellphone and saw it was his boss his heart sank into his
chest.
It was already 10:30 in the morning and Kevin was beyond late. He had a
major meeting with a client at 10 that morning that he'd already ruined
his chances on.
"Hello," Kevin gingerly answered the phone.
"Hey Kevin, did you plan on coming to work today, or were you going to
fuck me from home today?" Phil asked. "I give you a lot of slack for a
kid your age, but I do it because you're a performer, you pay for that
liberty by bringing home the bacon. Now the client I just had to cover
your ass for, was fucking porky if you get my drift. I bought you one
more chance, this afternoon. You get back here for 1 and you wow the
fucking tits off that bitch, or you are fucking done you hear me?" Kevin
could hear his boss mumble some more before hanging up, but he was pretty
sure it was good he didn't understand what was said.
Kevin stared dumbfoundedly at his phone for a few more moments before
getting up. He was sore and stuff from sleeping on his bathroom floor,
and more then that he feared what he was about to see.
Sure enough, the same denim, the same pattern, and unfortunately the same
backside greeted him when he stood up. Instinctively he grabbed the front
of the jeans and was incredibly relieved to feel the usual package that
rested there. Kevin stripped off the jeans as quickly as he could to
survey the damage. Standing in his boxer shorts Kevin gently traced his
waist from where it looked familiar around his ribcage before pulling in
severely at his waist and then flaring out as his hips came in. His
stomach was flat and tight, his hips though round and curvy were from a
wide set pelvis. There was fat, but only enough to round out the
childbearing proportions of his lower body.
His hips angled into long thick legs, his thighs gracefully rubbing
against one another, with firm muscle underneath to give them tone and
shape. Before slimming into dainty calves and ankles before his regular
old hairy feet came back.
Kevin turned sideways to see the damage. His ass, and there was no other
word for it but ass, hung out, firmly, proudly, almost defiantly, as its
size implied it should sag but nay, it was there in all its majestic
glory. Kevin tried to slip his boxers down, but they were practically
painted on, Kevin pulled and eventually ended up ripping them off. The
tattered cloth practically bursting once tear was started. Kevin sighed
in relief not realizing how tight and uncomfortable they'd been. His dick
now free flopped out and Kevin felt it up to make sure it was real. The
last bastion along with his feet of masculinity on his lower body.
The warm water felt nice as Kevin washed away the night's exhaustion. He
felt along his legs as he washed them touching their softness. His
attention was diverted as his dick awoke to the sensations and began to
grow. Kevin turned around and felt the water splash his ass for the first
time. The sensitivity was profound, and the warmth did nothing to hinder
his growing erection. Soon he was jerking off in the shower as his mind
careened from one new sensation to another. The wet slippery feeling of
his hairless legs rubbing together. The gentle drops of water that fell
off his ass and landed on his calves. The warm caress of the water as it
landed on his back and rolled down his backside. The periodic coldness as
his wider frame touched the sides of the shower. It was too much for him
and he quickly came, his hips bucking and his knees practically giving
out as he came in the most powerful orgasm of his life. Kevin stifled a
scream as he came, finally letting it all out as a hiss. He quickly
finished his shower and set about getting ready for work.
Kevin stood in front of his closet frustrated. It was already 11:15, he'd
wasted too much time in the shower. His dress shirts mostly fit. The
looseness of the waist wasn't preferable but was largely unnoticed, he
could appreciate looking a little bulky in that area.
No, the frustration came from his pants that were thrown about the room,
each having failed to make it to his waist. In frustration Kevin grabbed
a pair of old sweatpants he us usually reserved for Sunday afternoons.
After some sweat and no small amount of stretch and hopefully no tearing
Kevin got the sweatpants on. There usual baggy comfort was gone. His ass
and thighs were overtaxing the fabric to it's limits, but they held. Even
worse his legs were longer, so they looked more like capris. Kevin
wondered for a second if he was taller but didn't have time to find out.
Frustrated Kevin put some socks on and resigned himself to a trip to the
mall.
Kevin had a guy; he owned a little boutique shop. The man had incredible
taste and an eye for cut that Kevin truly appreciated. This was not the
time to go to his guy. Kevin almost shuttered as he walked into a
department store. Knowing he'd have to buy some clothes off the rack,
worse, pants that didn't need to be hemmed. The thought paled Kevin; his
situation was manageable so long as he managed it.
"I've got 10 minutes, and I need the best pair of pants you have in my
size. I lost some of my luggage and have a meeting in an hour" Kevin lied
to the clerk at the counter in the men's ware section. Her nametag read
Tiffany and she couldn't have been much taller than 5 feet. Kevin did the
gentle pass over; she was no great beauty, but she was cute. Petite and
gentle, Kevin could appreciate that. Her brunette hair was held into a
long ponytail that bounced with each of her overly animated words.
"And what size would that be sir?" Tiffany asked. Kevin immediately
chomped down on his usual 30x32. Realizing he had no idea.
"This might be a little embarrassing, but I don't actually know," Kevin
answered. Tiffany pulled out a measuring tape from her pocket and sighed.
"Come over here and I'll grab your measurement, I can't promise I can get
you a perfect fit, but I'll do my best." She smiled a too big smile and
knelt. Kevin appreciated having a woman in that area usually, but he had
to remain focussed.
Tiffany hummed and hawed and looked up at Kevin a couple of times. "I'm
not sure if I'm doing this right, do you mind if I ask my supervisor for
a hand, I don't usually do this I just want to make sure."
"I'm sure you're doing a great job, if you need to get back to work just
let me know what the measurements are, I'll figure the rest out," Kevin
added hastily. "I do really need to get going."
"Yeah that's the thing, I have you down as a 40 and a 22. Which just
doesn't really make any sense but that's what your hips and waist are.
Your inseam's a 34. I don't know if you're going to have a lot of luck in
this section, uh, sir. I might be able to help you out in the lady's
department."
Kevin stood there and felt his face flash crimson, embarrassment and
anger flashed in his eyes. "Don't get cute with me, just cause I'm a
little bigger around doesn't mean I need women's pants, I'm a 40x34 you
say? Perfect." Kevin couldn't even bring himself to thank Tiffany before
he took off into the racks. Grabbing every pant, he could in his size,
though, that was only a few.
Kevin rushed into a dressing room and tried on each pair. Each could
never hope to hold onto his waist, hung tightly on his hips and his legs
practically swam in them, though his thighs and hips pushed their limits
at the top their puddle of fabric around his ankles was sloppy at best.
They looked terrible and did nothing to hide his predicament.
Kevin heard a hanger clack behind him. A pair of black pants had been
thrown over his door. He pulled them down. The tag read 2X which meant
nothing to Kevin. He slipped them on. They stretched around his hips and
settled around his waist. Kevin was able to tuck in his shirt and leave
enough hanging out to give the illusion of a masculine torso. The pants
did nothing to hide his curves, but they didn't creak and pinch like the
others had. Kevin opened up the door to find Tiffany smiling.
"I see I found the perfect pair, they're on sale too. I kept the tag I
can ring you out at the counter and you can wear them out. Deal?" Kevin
nodded meekly realizing where Tiffany must have gotten the pants from. He
followed her to the till and pulled out his wallet, checking his phone he
noticed he had half and hour to get to work, barely enough time but he
could make it work. Kevin paid and grabbed his receipt from Tiffany.
Looking down at it he noticed a phone number written on it. Kevin looked
back to Tiffany only to watch her wink at him before turning and getting
back to work. Kevin practically ran out of the store, had he just picked
up at a department store? The day was strange and was only getting
stranger. He jumped into his car and sped towards work to the next
challenge of the day.
To be Continued.
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