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A Forceful Reminder

... unhappiness in her friend's voice, Tabitha hurried to undo the damage.

"Sorry for ruining the mood," she said. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"You know... I see the way you treat yourself," Liz said slowly. "And I think that's a shame. You're so self-conscious about your body that you're blinded to your beauty, Tabitha."

"H-huh?" Tabitha stammered, staring at Liz in the mirror.

The front of the dress began to droop, so she quickly held it up.

"What are you talking about?" Tabitha said.

"You're beautiful. You're so damn pretty, and you can't or won't see it," Liz said quietly.

"I'm not," Tabitha sighed. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, Liz."

"I'm not. I guess I'm just tired of keeping my thoughts to myself," Liz said.

Instead of zipping up the dress, she put her hands on Tabitha's hips and pulled her back against her body. Tabitha went very still, flushing hot and cold with confusion.

"What are you doing?" Tabitha murmured, her eyes wide with shock, breath catching in her throat.

"Trying to convince you to see what I see," Liz said, her lips very close to Tabitha's neck.

Goosebumps covered Tabitha's arms. "Liz... You have a boyfriend."

"Not anymore, actually," Liz smirked. "I broke up with him over a text message."

"That's... Kind of horrible," Tabitha said.

"He deserved it," Liz said.

One of her hands came up and yanked on the front of the dress, pulling it out of Tabitha's hands. It dropped, exposing her ...

... large breasts which were clad in a red bra.

"Liz!" Tabitha gasped, trying not to be too loud.

"Look at yourself, Tabby," Liz said.

Tabitha turned her head away with a defiant huff. The chubby woman was not expecting her friend to grab her jaw and force her to look back at the mirror. Tabitha's eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her body trembled.

"Liz, please stop," she whimpered.

"Why should I? I know you think I'm attractive, Tabby. I'm just returning the favor," Liz whispered in her ear.

Liz's voice had become deep and rough, almost unrecognizable. Tabitha bit down on her lip to stifle a cry of surprise when Liz cupped her bra-clad breasts with her hands.

"You have such nice tits, you know. Shame that you're always hiding them," Liz said.

Even though Tabitha felt vulnerable and stripped naked of her pride, she didn't stop her friend from groping her breasts. A small whimper of shame escaped her lips and she said,

"They look like overbaked muffins. They're always spilling out."

Liz let out a small laugh.

"You're just too good for me to let you slip out of my fingers, Tabby. And since you refuse to see the good side of yourself, I'm going to make you."

"What are you even talking about-" Tabitha shuddered when Liz yanked the bra cups down, letting her breasts spill out.

Neither of them could pretend this wasn't happening anymore. Nor could they just stop and carry on shopping like normal. Things could never be normal between them ever again. ...