The Shift

Iva was standing a few feet away, her back towards Jenna, the tiny woman’s broad shoulders trembling in the cool morning air. Tilting her head back, Jenna luxuriated in the sensation of silk slipping past her face. The way a seam pressed against her belly, undulating in the breeze as the fabric flitted about. 

“Quit sulking Iva, not often we get new clothes around here.”

Her colleagues slender body wrenched towards her, glints of green shooting up towards Jenna’s face. The taller brunette smirked, buttoning her waist button. “Oh someone's grumpy today.” She purred, stooping and retrieving her skirt. She held it up in front of her, letting the garment unfurl. 

She rocked on her feet, squeezing the coarse thick seams in her fingers. Lowering the skirt, she stepped into the waist, slowly lifting it onto her hips. Tucking the hem of her blouse into the skirt she beamed as her fists wrapped around the thin black slider. It caught on the fabric glue for just a moment, her lips curling into a frown before it gave way and secured the garment properly. ‘I wonder if Ms. Corcoran has a belt I can use too!?’

As if in response, a heavy shadow washed over her and for a moment Jenna’s knees were trembling in synch with Iva’s. “She really is, isn’t she dear.” Nicole boomed, stooping down. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat, and her fingers knotted themselves together as shocks of crimson hair flitted through her peripheral vision. “I suppose if she’s not feeling up to it, she can stay as she is.”

Jenna’s face broke into a wry grin, her eyes darting from the enormous young woman to the smaller girl before her. ‘Hard to believe she’s the eldest…’ Jenna mused, smoothing her blouse before buttoning up her decolletage.

As she swept her chestnut hair from the collar, Jenna paused. Iva’s adorable little butt was quivering, but on the corner of her face, she could see sparks as light glinted off of something near Iva’s eyes.

“No… please…” came a tinny lilting voice. “Let me have something to wear…”

Jenna paused, pursing her lips. From the corner of her eye, she could see Nicole freeze as well, her face seemed to flush with excitement, though Jenna couldn’t bring herself to check.

“Come again sweetie?” Boomed Nicole.

Iva winced, her fingers blanching as she squeezed her arms. Her skin was turning a mottled red and white as Jenna traced the path of shame across her smaller body. “Please lemme wear something...?”

Nicole squatted further, withdrawing her hand from a subdued tartan scarf. Resting her hands on her knee’s, she chuckled slowly. “Baby, you know what I’m waiting for.”

Jenna began inching closer to her host, watching as Iva turned to face the pair. “PLEASE…mistress.”

“One more time, Cupcake.” Nicole snarled. 

Iva’s figure seemed to shrink further, her knee’s giving way as her shoulders curled in. “Please Mistress…please give me some clothes.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Didn’t I tell you she’d break today, Jenna?” Nicole mused. Jenna smiled, turning her face towards the enormous redhead and nodded. Nicole reached into the box once again and fished out a small blue babydoll dress. She threw it forward, letting it land at Iva’s feet. “There you go Cupcake. I told you being a good girl would be rewarded.”