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Jail Makeover
By: Badcompany8888
Despite the cool September afternoon, Josh wiped sweat from his brow as he waited in the parking lot of Sawgrass Women’s Penitentiary. He was sweating because he was nervous. He was picking up Traci, his longtime fiancee, and hadn't seen her in two years. They decided it would be easier on them if they didn't have to endure painful visits through thick Plexiglas walls.
Once Traci went away, Josh volunteered for a tour of Iraq. There was no reason for him to stay in an empty house alone. Iraq helped him get his mind off things. He spent the last two years in a desert with sand in his pores while she served her two year sentence for shoplifting.
Josn shook his head, thinking of the awful luck they had. For the simple thrill of it, while in a department store Traci had grabbed a few things and stashed them in her purse. She thought she got away with it till the cops showed up at home and searched her car. There they found the hot merchandise, along with some cocaine that one of her ‘friends’ forgot in her car. Traci knew nothing of the coke but the damage was done.
Josh pulled out a picture of Traci and stared at it. She was no doubt a little hottie. Cute face with a small nose. Chestnut brown hair that she took immaculate care of and let grow to the middle of her back. Nice shaped D cups. He’d be lying if he said his favorite feature of her’s wasn't her tits. Curvy body, with maybe a little extra that Josh didn't let bother him too much. She tanned year round and always knew how to get her tone perfect. Never too white, but never too dark. She was wearing the smile that Josh fell in love with. While they hadn't talked or seen each other, by the way Traci's letters sounded she was in good spirits.
A tubby streetwalker had exited the prison’s door and was waving goodbye to the guards. Josh figured that if they were letting this skank out, Traci should be along shortly.
She was wearing a white tank top that was a few sizes too small. At least three inches of pale belly flesh showed above the waist of her painted on cutoff denim shorts. Every step she took in Josh’s direction caused her flabby midsection to jiggle and caused the tank top to work its way up, displaying more and more flab with each step. Her hair was bleached blonde and obviously done a while ago, evident by a good inch of brown roots. She wore a big pair of sunglasses. Josh didn't look at her face too much, he was almost hypnotized with disgust by the skank’s fat belly as it jiggled closer and closer to him.
‘Wait!’ She was headed right for him. Josh’s mind raced, ‘My God…’
“Traci?”
She swiped the shades off her face, leaned into the car, her heavy tits straining the tank top as they sagged down and pushed into Josh. Her lips met his and her tongue invaded his mouth, swirling about. Josh kissed back, but was still stunned.
Traci broke the kiss and strutted around the front of the car. Josh watched her thick thighs slap together as Traci came around the front of the car to the passenger door. She fell into the seat and immediately started struggling with the button on her shorts. She sucked in her gut as much as she could, and finally with great effort managed to undo the button. As she sighed with relief, pale fat surged outward and pushed the flaps of her shorts off to the sides. “That’s so much better!”
Josh just stared at the woman in his car. Unable to believe what happened to his fiancee. After a full ten seconds of silence, Traci said, “I missed you so much!” Traci flashed her trademark smile. But her white teeth weren't quite so white anymore. Even her complexion had taken a hit.
Josh snapped out of it and put the car in gear. He stared straight out the windshield, watching the road, almost scared to look at his girlfriend in the passenger seat. He stole a glance and thought to himself, ‘Those thighs, God, they’re huge! And is that hair under her arm?’
“How was your tour?” She asked.
“Fine I guess.”
“You got a promotion huh?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s cool.”
Traci asked about a few things and got some more one word answers. After a few minutes of awkwardness she opened up her little pink vinyl purse and produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“When did you start smoking?” Josh asked with an intentional twinge of disgust in his voice.
Traci just shrugged, “I don’t know, a while now. Its ok, I only smoke menthols.”
Josh wondered why that made it ok. He couldn't take it anymore and parked the car on the side of the road.
“Ok, I can’t keep doing this. What the fuck happened to you in there?” He demanded.
Traci exhaled her smoke and looked away from Josh’s stare and out the window. “What do you want me to say, Josh?” Her voice cracked a bit, and she sniffed, “It wasn't a picnic in there.”
Josh looked at her exposed belly and part of him was tempted to say something to the contrary. But then the guilt hit him. He shouldn't have brought it up yet, but the changes in Traci had been so radical he couldn't help it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to come off like that. Its just you’re so… different.”
“Yeah, well, I had to adapt to my surroundings and shit. I got my ass kicked the first month I was there. Over and over again. I was an easy target when I came in and some of those awful women knew it.”
She sniffed a bit, then sucked on her cigarette, “So I made friends, and they are the reason I got through it. If it weren't for Shasta, I don’t know what I would have done. She’s my best friend.”
“That doesn't really explain what I was getting at.”
“This?” She grabbed her belly and shook it. “I put on a bit of weight, is it really that big of a deal?”
It was more than a bit of weight; it was a lot of fucking weight. And it was a big deal. But Josh couldn't say that. So he said nothing.
“And I thought you’d hate my hair,” Traci remarked.
Josh was about to tell her that he did in fact hate her fake blonde hair, but she kept talking.
“But I like it. I didn't think blonde would suit me, but it really does.” She flipped the visor down and checked her hair in the mirror, smiling.
“How did you get hair dye in there?” Josh asked. He didn't really want to know how, but more like why she bleached her hair. The Traci of two years ago would never ruin her natural brunette hair. Now, the only trace of it was her dark roots and her slightly overgrown eyebrows.
“Just got to know who to talk to, and you can get pretty much anything.”
“Not razors though, huh?”
Traci lifted her arms over her head and examined her hairy armpits. “Well, they gave us electric ones, but they irritated my skin. So I quit worrying about it.”
“Ah, I see.” Josh saw alright, and wasn't pleased. Just like he wasn't pleased with how she was dressed like a low class hooker. “Where did you get those clothes?”
“Shasta sent me these clothes. She got out two months ago. I was a little smaller then. She’ll be surprised too!” Traci giggled.
“Who?”
“I told you; Shasta. My best friend. Got out a couple months ago.”
Josh frowned. This Shasta woman certainly had a hand in making Traci this way, and he wanted her nowhere near her. “You've got friends out here you haven’t seen in two years.”
“Yeah, the kind of friends that leave drugs in your car. I’m done with those people.” She took another drag and said, “Listen, it’s been so long since I've had McDonald’s. Can we stop at the drive thru?”
“The first place you want to stop when you get out of jail is McDonald’s?”
Traci turned the question around on him, “You’re going to give me grief the first day I get out of jail?”
Josh definitely didn't want his fiancee getting any heavier, and he knew McDonald’s wasn't going to help her figure whatsoever. But he couldn't deny Traci’s first request after getting out of the joint after two years. ‘I’ll get her going to the gym before the week is out,’ he told himself.
At the drive thru, Traci leaned over Josh and started ordering. By the time she was done, she had ordered a Big Mac and two different burgers they came out with while she was in jail, and a supersize fry. “…Oh, and a large chocolate shake. She looked to Josh, “What are you getting?”
“Uhhhhh, yeah, I’m fine.”
As soon as the bag made it to Traci’s hands she tore into it. She ate like there was no tomorrow, moaning and groaning with pleasure.
While she stuffed herself, Josh spied some black marks on her right hand, “What the fuck is that?”
Traci paused eating long enough to say, “A tattoo.” Then she went back to stuffing the burger in her mouth.
“You got a tattoo in prison!”
With her mouth full, she said, “Yeah, they called me Trixi in jail.” She held up her hand and made a fist. On each of her fingers just above the knuckle, were letters spelling out TRIX. Finally she swallowed. “Trix for short, ya know.”
Josh was getting angry, “Why in hell did you do that?”
“You've got tattoos. So what if I got one in prison?” She paused to suck noisily on her shake. “It’s a rite of passage kinda thing. I did what I had to do to fit in. I was going to get a tattoo anyway.”
Josh remembered Traci talking about getting a tattoo before she got incarcerated, but back then her design choice was different. Maybe a few pretty flowers or a cute butterfly or something like that. Not black letters across her knuckles of a trashy nickname she picked up in prison. He was definitely not happy and didn't say anything for the rest of the drive home.
Traci devoured her meal in the car before they got home. All she had left was her chocolate shake, which she sucked on as she walked into the house. Still amazed, Josh followed behind, watching her fat asscheeks push up and down against each other in the cutoffs as she made her way inside the house and straight for the bedroom.
Josh knew what was coming next. He wasn't thrilled with his fiancee's flabby new form, but it had been two years and he decided in the car that he was going to make the best out of this situation. He sat down on the bed while Traci rummaged through their extensive CD collection.
Traci put in a 50 cent CD and switched to Candy Shop. She flashed Josh a devilish smile and began moving her body to the music.
Traci pulled her tight cutoffs over her hips and kicked them aside, revealing pair of similarly tight pink thong panties. And a big cameltoe Josh didn't remember her having. Hair crept out of the sides of the panties
Josh thought to himself, ‘Its ok, she can trim that up.’ He chalked her cameltoe up to her weight gain. He just realized something didn't make sense. She said the razors irritated her skin. Then why were her legs not hairy like her pussy and armpits? Josh wasn't complaining that she had smooth legs, but he had a feeling there was more to the story.
She danced around in her panties a bit before slowly removing her top, leaving her boobs to droop down and rest off to the sides of her gut. Stretch marks crept across her belly and blue veins now marred her saggy breasts. She cupped each of what could be called jugs now in her hands and pushed them together.
Josh’s mouth was agape. ‘God, her breasts have gotten big! But all their perkiness is gone! Did they not issue bras in jail?’
She seemed to read his mind. “I know you always loved my titties. What do you think of these big babies now?” Traci said with a big grin.
Josh didn't know what to think yet, so he just nodded.
Traci let her tits go and they dropped to her belly with a smack. She turned around and wiggled her fat ass at Josh.
‘Gym. Gym. GYM!’ Josh’s mind screamed as Traci peeled the thong out of her buttcrack. Her thighs touched and rubbed as she gyrated. He kept getting peeks of her hairy snatch. She strutted around the room till a new song started. Josh though it was almost as if she was proud of her new fat bod.
Josh wasn't exactly turned on by the sight in front of him, but there was no way he was going to turn his fiancee down. Her tits were huge, and he felt himself start getting hard watching them sway. He tried to picture her from two years ago to help his member along.
Traci pulled Josh off the bed and crawled on. Josh went to shut the rap music off but Traci said, “Leave it on, I like it. Shut the lights off.”
‘Thank God.’ Josh thought and gladly shut the lights off and took his clothes off. Traci cooed, “Oh, sweetie! It’s been over two years since I've had you in me.”
Josh thought there was something strange about the way she said that, but he didn't ask. Instead, he climbed on top of her and guided his semi hard cock toward her hairy twat. His penis basically fell into her pussy without any resistance. She was really wet, no doubt, but Josh knew there was something seriously wrong. “What the fuck?” he muttered as he started to thrust.
“What are you doing?” Traci asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
He pulled his shaft out and slid it back in, “How did you get so loose?” Josh asked.
“You’re an asshole!” Traci snapped and pushed him off.
“Sorry, but…how…?” He switched the bedside lamp on and could see what the problem was. Her vagina definitely wasn't the same. The landing strip long since grew out into a dark, thick bush, and Traci’s formerly cute little pussy now had a thick set of purple, almost black lips peeking out from the forest of hair. With her legs spread, Josh realized that he could easily see deep inside her pussy now.
“How do you think? We weren't allowed dildos in there,” Traci looked away.
Josh shook his head, “I knew it!” He got up and shut the stereo off. “You and this Shasta chick weren't just friends, you were lovers?”
Traci rolled her eyes, “Wow, you’re quick. You honestly just realized that?”
They both sighed. Josh was upset, but he swallowed his anger. ‘What else was she supposed to do in there? Play pinnacle?’
They both sat in bed quietly for what seemed like an eternity before Traci spoke, “I wasn't going to tell you right away, but since you want to bring it up, I might as well tell you that I’m bi.”
Josh made a face, “Just cause you fooled around with women in jail doesn't make you bi.”
“I have always been bi, and I now know I was born that way, I just didn't realize it till Shasta.”
Josh had to laugh, “Bullshit. Jail made you…”
Traci interrupted him and a short argument ensued. Traci finally stomped off, her naked butt jiggling away.
Josh made his way to the bathroom and said quietly into his reflection in the mirror, “This will get better. She will get herself back together, and get her mind right again. Now that she’s home, she will lose the weight. And clean herself up too. She’ll get her hair done and fix herself up. Over time, her pussy will tighten back up; it will be fine. It will get better, right?”
Right?