MsCezanne's Odyssey

Karen had always found that wearing heels was an instant way to a man's heart. They pushed her legs up, and turned her well defined dancers muscles into a shape as close to perfect feminity as she could imagine. That alone was enough to turn men into putty.

Then, with the right amount of heel, it would be easier to look a man in the eyes, to kiss him without moving too much, to hang her hands around his neck without putting too much pressure on him. Even though guys don't know how important that can be, it was always very successful for Karen.

The problem was finding shoes that gave her the right lift, and were supportive enough for dancing. Eventually she did find some boots that worked out very well for her. From then on, she knew how to find the perfect boots to drive the men crazy, with her legs, with her looks, and with her dancing.

Karen's friends scoffed at how important it was to have the right boots, but she pointed to her track record with men. She pointed out that they could dance like her, and they were as pretty as her, the difference was the boots.

Over time a few of her friends finally decided to give the same serious thought to footwear that Karen did, and they found that there were indeed perfect boots for them too. Before long their trips to the shoe store were far more critical than finding something that merely matched their skirt.

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Karen had a problem. She couldn't get her boots on. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get them to zip up over her calf. They'd been getting tighter and tighter and even though they were stretchy, they would simply stretch no more. She desperately searched around her closet for a pair of boots, but those had been her loosest pair. She wished she'd noticed earlier, there wasn't time for her to go out and buy new boots.

She tried to find some shoes, but anything she found just didn't have the support. While gaining weight had it's challenges, walking in heels was by far the hardest. Her centre of gravity changed so much, she really needed the support her boots offered. None of her shoes fit the bill, she was sure she would just twist an ankle by trying to dance in them. Unfortunately all her shoes were too high for her to dance in. A few of them she could barely stand in now!

She raided her friends' closets, looking for something that would fit and let her dance, and match her outfit. Eventually she settled on a pair of flats. It took a few minutes to get used to walking around in them. She hoped dancing would be okay.

She arrived at the club and stopped for a quick bite with Tim before heading to dance on the risers. He noticed immediately "You're getting shorter!"

She laughed, "no, just couldn't get my boots on. I mean, I'm used to outgrowing my pants, my skirts, even my underwear, but I never thought I'd outgrow my boots!"

Tim peered over the bar and she stepped back to show him. He whistled as she twirled for him. He gave her a second plate of fries to help her build up her energy.

When she finally got up on the riser Karen was a little off. Her balance was thrown by being so flat on her heels. It took her a little while to get going. Eventually she did get into her rhythm, and she found that it was easier to dance without the heels. She finally found Michael in the crowd and began to focus on him.

Without having to balance on the heels she found she had more energy that night. She was worried that Michael would end up with one of the other, fatter dancers, so she was surprised to see that he was still waiting for her when she finally took a break from dancing.

"That was simply incredible! I don't know what it is, but your legs, your butt, they're just popping tonight. I could NOT take my eyes off you."

One of the other dancers, who had been waiting for Michael, shot Karen a glare. Karen just smiled back, and then tucked into the platter of nachos he had waiting for her.

Labels: FA, fiction, Karen, Michael, weight gain