Bra That Hides Back Fat Novels & Stories

I didn’t mean to share saliva—I just wanted him to eat. “Ahh,” he said, opening his mouth like a child. “You’re such a baby.” I fed him again, but he frowned. “You’re wearing your bra again?” I looked down and immediately covered myself. “What’s your problem?!” “Don’t wear a bra when we’re home. It’s unnecessary. Bras—especially tight ones—can cause skin irritation, back and shoulder pain, restrict blood flow, and interfere with lymph drainage. I’ve already seen everything, so don’t worry about me.”

From below my belly button to above my besties is how long the bandana is, when I hold it tightly against my skin, my bra is a bit visible but only if you look hard enough. Remembering that blazer, buttoned close, covers my belly button down. I decide to fold three out of five of the bandana in, when like that the upper part is darker and the lower part darker. I hold the fabric against me, the darker part hides my bra a bit better and the lighter part hides the extra skin. I look at my body sideways, the cloth go all the way close to my bra, so I could pin them together so that it doesn't fall.

No wonder I have been getting bullied so much. My heart aches as I think of the best way to mask the fat. I rush to my wardrobe, pulling out a tape. Drawing out a long streak, I place the end on my left armpit, then wrap it around, looking at the mirror. It looks good, so I continue until I feel comfortable. Then I grab my shirt, draping it over my body. Examining myself in the mirror, I see that I have managed to mask the back fat, but my arms are still flabby. Frustration courses through me. I fall to the ground at once, tears streaming down my cheeks at the thought that I have become unattractive.

“There, happy now?” He raised an eye brow and shrugged, then he stepped back. Trying to cover myself would only make it more awkward, but I needed to keep the pheromone patch on my nape hidden from view. I adjusted my position and pressed back against the sofa, using the sofa to hide the patch, head thrown backwards. I could feel people gawking at my abs. Yes I'm an athlete, hence I work out a lot. Every muscle is defined and attractive, not an ounce of fat in sight.

I nodded. She laughed. I don't really understand what's so funny. Being around them makes me feel like a clown. Julia was the one who always kept them in check. "Sorry for laughing," Vivian said. "Actually, I know someone who sells something like that. A friend of mine has seen a lot of testimonies from her customers. Maybe you should give it a try." "Really?" My eyes sparkled with delight. "Yeah. And it's not even expensive. In just three months, you'll start watching all that fat disappear. You'll be slender like me—though you might need to fix the saggy skin afterward."

Bri figured she might not survive the horror of hot wax and paper strips if there were more high end alternatives, less traumatic alternatives—ones that used lasers, light pulses, and skin-smoothing sorcery with three times the results and none of the pain. Zara had scoffed at first. But when she emerged from her session glowing and dazed, running a hand slowly down her arms, her tune had clearly changed. “I’m literally hairless,” she said, eyes wide with wonder. “Like, everywhere. I feel like a seal. A really hot seal. Or a baby. A sexy baby. Is that a thing?” Bri grinned, stepping closer. In one smooth movement, she slid her hands up Zara’s bare arms, pulling her gently into her space.

I carefully pulled the lingerie from the wrapping paper. Black lace. Soft velvet straps. The bra pushed my breasts up perfectly, the material hugging my skin so tightly it barely left anything to imagination. Thin straps wrapped around my waist and hips in delicate patterns while the sheer fabric clung to every curve of my body. It looked sinful. Beautiful, but sinful. My stomach twisted nervously. I changed slowly before throwing a silk robe over myself. Then I stood in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at me didn’t even feel real anymore.

Avoid tight belts. I nodded to myself. Okay. That could work. I went to my closet to find my baggiest sweater. The sweater I selected was a gray color that hung loose from my body. I put it on over my tank top. The outfit covered all parts of my body. I turned to face the mirror. The bump was gone. Or at least, it was hard to see. I practiced standing with my arms crossed over my chest. That helped too. Made me look casual. Not hiding anything.

I didn't need to wear a bra because it was backless, the only thing I had underneath was my thong. The backless dress was a long-sleeved bandage dress that hugged my hourglass shape firmly, almost like it was a second skin. It had a low neckline and gave away the swell of my breasts. I loved how it made them appear bigger. I hooked my necklace around my neck and used some jewelry, then did sleek sultry makeup. I enhanced my blonde hair into a neater Bob and blew a kiss at my reflection. I picked up my clutch and paired it with black heels.

1 “Can you arch your back a little more, honey?” Brady said, peering around the barrel of his lens. “I’m getting a bulge in that position.” Sidney strategically pinned herself in the base of the large, empty bathtub. She rolled her hips forward to obscure her pubic hair with her thigh and draped her forearm across her nipples. She flinched at the word bulge, wanting to contort to smooth her side. Without unraveling the meticulous pose, she strained to turn her gaze toward Brady. She felt the sharp tug as her skin held fast in place.