Cora's High School Reunion (Patreon)

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Cora walked through the outdoor mall with a pep in her step and a feeling of superiority she hadn’t felt in a decade. Her frumpy clothing hugged the contours of her body nicely, but she couldn’t wait to get into some new, actually nice garments. As she strolled, she couldn’t help but size up other women. Fit blonde moms with their children... Cora couldn’t help but burn with jealousy. These women, with their two kids, fitting into yoga pants that hugged their legs and asses so precisely. And Cora couldn’t deny how good they looked! Tight, toned butts, though for Cora’s taste, they could use some more size back there. Still, there was much to be admired.

And Cora hated that.

Walking into a boutique, Cora picked out some more fashionable, trendy clothing. A proper yellow sundress that could show off her newly reinvigorated decolletage. An athletic top with a zipper that she could lower at will to show off her newly improved decolletage. A tank top with a low neckline that could show off her newly...

And some bottoms to go with it. She especially wanted some shorts to show off the staggering length of her new legs. As she tried it on in the dressing room, Cora couldn’t help but enjoy how everything she chose morphed as she put it on, retaining their original look, but always fitting perfectly, in precisely the way she desired. She spun on her bare feet, rising on her tiptoes to examine the flex of her calves. Her breasts were so pert and perky, nicely firm and round, like a pair of oranges. 

Preening and purring over her new body, Cora decided to try something a little more risque. She picked out a lacey yellow number, complete with thigh highs and a sexy garterbelt. She’d seen Lance ogle women on Instagram wearing things like this. Leaning forward and checking out her cleavage, puckering her lips and giving herself an imaginary kiss in the mirror, Cora felt young again. Young, silly, sexy. Surely this would get the spark back in her marriage! Lance wouldn’t have to spend his time looking at fake internet models anymore.

So now she had something casual and something private. What about something sultry, but appropriate to show off her new and improved body? Mostly appropriate, at least. She deigned to put on her old clothing, which sucked inward to fit to her form perfectly, but Cora couldn’t wait to get out of it. Walking around the boutique, her eyes settled on a sleeveless red top with a plunging neckline. Would that be too much!? Subconsciously, she flexed her arms, her toned muscle flexing in anticipation. Cora sucked in a deep breath, making her breasts rise. How would that look, in this cleavy red top? It looked borderline like a corset too, what with the tapered waist.

She slipped it on. It adhered to her body like it was painted on. Cora raised her arms over her head, enjoying how her breasts rose with the easy movement, making her cleavage look even more enticing. Her midsection looked nice, covered by that red fabric. She wished it were more cinched, and her breasts larger to go with it.

Fuck it. Cora felt sexy. And she wanted everyone to know it.

To save time, she opened the dressing room planning to purchase it and wear it out. And to her surprise, she saw someone else wearing the exact same thing. Someone she knew.

“Oh god,” Cora gasped aloud.

“Um... yikes,” the black haired beauty scoffed.

The woman’s voice was just as grating as Cora remembered. “Katheighrynn?!”

“Do I, like, know you?”

“It’s um... me... um... Cora. From Griffin.”

“Oh I remember you! So you’re still hanging out around here, huh?” Katheighrynn gave Cora a very obvious up and down scan. “I remember you being... fitter.”

Meek little Cora was stunned. She wanted to die of embarrassment. She thought she was fairly hot shit. Imagine if Katheighrynn had run into her just one day earlier...

“Sooo, are you going to the reunion?” Katheighrynn spoke over the awkward silence. “It’s the only reason I’m back in this here town.” She moved her arm, bringing a large diamond ring that rested on her ring finger into view. “It’s so... quaint.”

“Um, yeah. I was planning to go.”

“I didn’t even recognize you. You weren’t at the little unofficial meetup that Kateleighnn arranges every year. Oh, were you not invited?” Katheighrynn continued without pause for thought. “Tell me, you’re not gonna wear that to the reunion are you? Don’t tell me I’d have to change.”

Katheighrynn pouted and thrust her chest forward, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her head. It showed off her magnificent curves to staggering effect, leaving the new and improved Cora small and... defeminated.

“Uh, it was just, um... an idea,” Cora stammered. “I’ll take it off.”

“Well, at least you have good taste.” Her phone rang. “Tch, the nanny is calling. It is so hard to find good help. Toodle-loo!”

Cora stared at the obnoxious woman’s admittedly impressive backside as she walked away. She ground her teeth in frustration and went back to change.

Maybe Lance would appreciate her new purchases and improved body tonight.

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“Oh Laaaance!” Cora wore her new shorts and yellow sleeveless tank, twirling into the room to greet her husband who had just come home from work.

“Hey hun,” he grunted, taking the booties off of his work shoes and dropping them on the floor with a loud thunk. “We got anything to eat?”

Once he saw her, he wouldn’t even think about wanting something to eat, Cora anticipated with glee. “Not yet. Do you wanna... fool around before we grab something?”

“Huh?” Lance’s single word took the air right out of Cora’s sails. And if it hadn’t, the fact that he looked up at her, did a double take, but ultimately did not respond the way she wanted... “Wow babe, you been working out? You look good.”

“Yeah?” Cora appreciated the compliment, but she already knew that tone of voice from years of experience. “No, I haven’t been working out. Just trying to diet a little.”

“Well, that’s something. You mentioned a while ago that you wanted to go back to business school for an MBA. But you know, anything at all to work on yourself might be good.”

Cora pinched the bridge of her nose. She hated this conversation. She was his wife. Why did she have to work on herself?

“Never mind,” Lance attempted to avert the disaster. And then hit the flood gates with an even bigger piece of dynamite. “Those clothes look nice. They cost a lot?”

“It was... nnn’t that much,” Cora didn’t feel like disclosing.

“Cora! We don’t have that much money right now! Your salary doesn’t pay much, and mine is okay, but we’re trying to save up for a house, remember?”

“I know, Lance! I just want to have nice things too!”

“Look, I’m tired. Sorry I brought it up. You look nice. Let’s eat, okay?”

“Okay.” The fight left Cora’s body.

After dinner, Lance was too tired to want to fool around. But he wasn’t too tired to look at the usual Instagram models, most of them black women with obscenely large breasts, sometimes a large ass, and other times just a really well-proportioned, regular sized girl. There really was a lot of variety to his taste.

A lot of variety. But none for Cora.

She went to bed before Lance. When he slid into bed, she roused, but pretended to be asleep. She hoped the next day, her body would do her a favor and get way better. That would put Katheighrynn in her place. And she’d show Lance just what she was made of. Work on herself? Ha! She was just going to sleep her way to improvement.