Week Twenty Six

FRIDAY AUGUST-26

"So Justin, are you still joining the gang at the mall this afternoon?"

My gang were all standing at the school gates having waited for footy and cheerleading practice to end and I hadn't really committed myself to going to the mall despite what I had told Marion last Friday night. "Uh, oh yes," I finally said as Julie Morris's question finally filtered through the fog that had been clouding my mind over the past three days and two sleepless nights.

"You know that there is going to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this thing between Vikki and Williams, don't you, Justin?"

I sincerely hoped Julie was right, but the lack of a phone call from Vikki and my inability to reach her when combined with newspaper and television reports that she and Robbie Williams had been seen together in many of Berne's exclusive restaurants and night clubs made such an explanation seem unlikely. Plus thirty six hours ago the two of them had been seen holding hands and heading to a private airfield where a fully fuelled private jet had been waiting for them.

Three girls immediately crowded around me, Julie, Susan and Annabelle Rae with Susan being their spokesperson. "Justin, you've been a rock for those of us that have needed you. Marion, Daphne, Julie, myself and Annabelle here especially, and you've been able to convince them all that no matter how low they feel, no matter bad things seem to be there is always hope. Don't you think it's time you took a little of your own advice?"

But..."

"No buts Justin," said Julie moving forward a tear in her eye. "Who believed in me when everything I did and all of those horrible things I said painted me as the bitch the entire school and sometimes even I thought I was. Who saw the good in me," she took Gerry Connolly's hand, "and found me the perfect boyfriend."

"But Vikki's been seen with Robbie Williams all over Berne, and why would she drop out of... ?"

"Do you love her, Justin?" cried out Penny Wallace as she snuggled back into the arms of Colin Bucknell.

I nodded, "More than ever."

"And do you think that she loves you?"

It took me several seconds but I did answer. "I thought so." I smiled grimly. "And I know that you're all going to quote the sexual freedom thing and the open relationships we all engage in but that doesn't include spending every minute of your free time with one person and pulling out of a concert when your responsibilities should be with the group."

And that's when Cindy stepped forward. "So I suppose all that time you spent with Marion and Daphne was different?"

"OF COURSE IT WAS!" I yelled out and was immediately sorry. "I'm sorry Cindy, you didn't deserve that. Forgive me?"

She smiled. "There's nothing to forgive, Justin, now give me a cuddle." She walked up to me, waited for me to open my arms, stepped in between them and pressed herself against. "You do know where to put your hands don't you Justin." It was a statement not a question.

I did, and I pushed my hands under the short skirt she was wearing and onto her naked bottom and allowed her to cuddle me and kiss me on the cheek. "I just hope you're right."

"Of course we are," said my former program squad partner Sophia Dunstall who, like the rest of us, was fully dressed. "We all saw the way she would look at you, we could see it in her eyes how much she loves you. If this thing with Robbie Williams is really happening there is a genuine reason for it. Now there are a couple of girls waiting at the mall who would like it if the Justin Robertson we all know and love turned up. Plus I think that your teammates tonight would appreciate having all of you there tonight in such a crucial game."

I managed a smile as I continued to squeeze Cindy's bottom. "Thank you, all of you, now how many of you are joining me at the mall for this thing at the mall involving Marion and Daphne?"

Only Sean and Cindy put up their hands. "Apparently outside of family Marion and Daphne could only invite three outsiders between the two of them." Sean looked around, "Sorry guys, the decision was out of our hands."

"Don't be," said Lynn speaking for the rest of the gang, "our turn will come." She smiled. "Now go otherwise you'll be late."

With the three of us not knowing where we were supposed to go I guess it was no surprise to see Rosemary and Eric Jackson and Susan and Stan Woolcroft waiting at the mall's main entrance. The smiles we saw on their collective faces when they saw that we had turned up to support Marion and Daphne made me forget any problems I might have had.

The three of us had no idea where we were heading even as we moved to the second floor; neither did our knowledge improve when we walked as a group from the escalator to the other end of the shopping centre. But when I saw the local store of a nationwide lingerie franchise and just the hint of a smile appear on Rosemary Jackson's face I knew exactly where we were going to find them. The question was what part were Marion and Daphne going to play in what was going to take place in this store that was Australia's equivalent to Victoria's Secret?

That it was going to be something special was a given considering the sign on the door that said the shop was only open for specially invited guests. And when we were ushered in ahead of Marion and Daphne's parents and saw the two girls standing in the shop along with three others and all dressed in robes with the shops logo on them as though they were mannequins I knew we would shortly find out. And find out we certainly did.

A distinguished looking gentleman stepped forward with his daughter who looked to be a physical match for Marion. In his hand was a matching hot pink bra and G-string. Turning to the shop's manageress he said, "Can I see how these look on that really beautiful redhead," he smiled encouragingly, "she looks just like my daughter."

"Yeah," said his daughter sarcastically, "except that she's pretty and I'm not."

"Of course you can," responded the manageress. She turned to where Daphne was standing her fingers fiddling with the sash of her robe. "Daphne, if you please." And she produced what were surely display only items for her to wear from a rack next to her and handed them to the man. Which proved that I had been correct in my assumption, the girls were indeed going to be live mannequins for the customers.

I was standing just inside the entrance to the shop with Sean and Cindy and Marion and Daphne's parents and able to observe everything without being easily seen. We weren't easily visible from the where the customers, there were twenty of them, stood alongside the manageress while the five girls stood facing them wearing those identical robes. As for the customers they were split as follows; there were three couples, two with single daughters and one couple with two, two single women each with one daughter and three men each with a nervous girl standing next to them. Naturally it was from one of these that the first potential purchaser had come from.

I watched as Daphne took off her robe revealing her nudity underneath, then I watched as she moved to stand in front of the man. "Would you like to do the honours sir?" She asked clearly and concisely and without any trace of nerves.

The man was about to kneel and allow Daphne to step into the G-string she was holding when his daughter spoke again as she moved forward to stand next to him to gazed at the new slimmer version of Daphne. "Just look at her, dad," and she indicated Daphne's slightly smaller breasts, her smaller waist and her slimmer hips, "how can you compare a sexy thing like her to a fat cow like me. Just look at the size of my tits to hers, look at my fat stomach," she then slapped at her hips, "and what about these," her hands went around to the abundant flesh of her buttocks, "and these."

For the first time I really looked at the man's daughter. I guessed her age to be around 18. I simply couldn't believe that a girl like her could have such a low opinion of herself. Yes she was a plump girl with very large breasts, a, shall we say, generous stomach and a deliciously fleshy behind but 'fat cow' she definitely wasn't though it was a little hard to tell with the loose fitting jumper and baggy jeans she was wearing. At around five foot eight the girl had long shiny and perfectly groomed dark brown, almost black, hair that came halfway down her back. She had chubby cheeks and a blemish free complexion, her brown eyes were set off by nicely trimmed eyebrows and a perfect nose and her lips needed only a light fleshy pink colour to set them off against the rest of her perfect face. All in all this was a girl who looked to have a lot to offer if she would only believe in herself, this was a girl who sexy written all over her. With confidence and the right clothes she would make any decent man old or young want to get lost in her abundance of female flesh. It was just a pity that she felt the need to hide it between such dowdy clothes and I began to wonder what she would like naked, I hoped I would get a chance to find out.

She turned to her father. "You can buy them for me daddy but there's no way I'm ever going to wear them."

Daphne reached out and put her right hand on the girl's shoulder. "Yes you will," she said and she took the briefest of glances over to where she knew I'd be standing and gave me the barest nod of her head.

I returned her nod, she wanted me to help her and if she was willing I would. I was more determined than ever to prove to this girl that she was beautiful and would be very welcome in the loving arms of any man, all they had to do was look into her eyes and look for the inner beauty that was so clear for anyone who took the time to look.

Turning back to the father who was now kneeling down Daphne placed her foot in the right leg of the almost non-existent panty and then placed her left foot in the other one before she said, "I think you should pull them up ... er..."

"Barry, James Douglas Barry, and this young lady with an extremely low opinion of herself, is my daughter Susan."

Daphne smiled. "Well Mr. Douglas, I think you should pull the panties up so that your beautiful daughter can see exactly how they look on a girl with a fuller figure don't you."

I watched as he did precisely that. First he straightened the waistband, and then he positioned the string between the cheeks of Daphne's succulent arse before he finally settled the little patch of cloth over her vagina and its sparse growth of pubic hair. Then I watched as Daphne turned away and allowed him to reach around her and place the cups of the bra over her breasts before he clipped it together at the back. Daphne then helped him with the positioned of the cups before she became a model and paraded up and down showing off her abundant figure in the sexy lingerie before stopping in front of Susan.

"NO, NO!" she cried. "There is no way you will ever get me into something like that. Plain underwear is all I'll ever wear, and when I'm not wearing baggy jumpers and blouses, and jeans like these," she fingered her light yellow jumper, her white blouse and the baggy blue denim jeans she was wearing," all you'll ever see me in is loose-fitting dresses and skirts that finish at my ankles and hide my fat legs. No one daddy, not you not anyone is ever going to convince me otherwise."

Sean and Cindy were both looking at me with silly grins on their faces while Daphne and Marion's parents both had that, 'you know you'll have to help the girl look' on their faces. The clincher came when Daphne looked in my direction and mouthed a 'how can you refuse after the way you helped me'.

Having already decided I simply smiled and walked over to where Susan Barry was standing and before she even saw me I took her hands in mine and said, "Do you think there's a chance that I could?"

She screamed. "JUSTIN ROBERTSON. You're my hero, just like you're the hero of fat girls everywhere. I saw that first round of your bowling league when you were so wonderful to that super sexy Barbara Walker and the way you put that super bitch Paris Hilton in her place was just awesome."

Her father was about to say something but I held up my hand and silenced him before turning back to Susan Barry. "If there is one thing I've learned," I said as I reached into the back pocket of my grey trousers and pulled out my wallet, "It's that abusive words or expressions are only used by people who don't know any better. Generally they are used by people to describe someone they have neither the time nor the inclination to get to know further."

Out of the wallet I pulled out the photo of the old me that had served as a constant reminder. I handed it to Susan. "Believe me when I say that things can change if you want it bad enough. All you have to do is remember those that really care for you and love you and take strength from that."

"This was really you?" Susan had studied the photo and was handing it back to me.

"Less than twelve months ago, believe me when I tell you that it took a lot of hard work to turn that--" I indicated the photo of me "--into what you see standing before you now. However it took a lot longer to learn that that old adage 'Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me' remains as true now as when it was first used."

I watched briefly as Marion and one of the other girls took off their robes to reveal their own nudity before they were each approached by the two remaining single men. Each of them were keen to dress the girls in underwear they were purchasing for their daughters, and like James Barry were more than willing to pay extra for the privilege. Or should it be the pleasure? Elsewhere daughters of two of the couples were looking for a reduction in the price by trying on copy's of the garments they liked from the 'try me rack'.

That created just the distraction I needed. I watched Daphne take off the underwear she had been wearing, put it back on the rack and walked naked over to where I was talking to Susan while her father listened on. "You should listen to him Susan," she said, "Justin has certainly done a lot for me." She placed a hand on each of her breasts. "I had a thirty eight inch chest," she waggled her tits from side to side, "and these were DDs." She grinned. "Now I'm a 37D." She pinched the slight spare tyre that was her stomach. "And I was thirty four around here, now I'm thirty," she slapped her hips before she reached behind her and squeezed her own arse cheeks. "And I've dropped a couple of inches around here." She placed an arm across my shoulder as she pressed her left breast into my side. "And it's all due to Justin." She turned to me. "Justin, you're still helping me do you suppose that between us we could help Susan?"

"Of course we can Daphne." I turned back to Susan. "But it's like I said, Susan, you have to want it bad enough. The question is, do you?"

"I'd like to think so. But what would I have to do?"

"Well the first thing I'd like you to do is see your family doctor at the first available opportunity and get him to set up a suitable diet for you based on an exercise regime that includes running six mornings a week with me and working on wall bars similar to those on 'Adam and Eve Live'. I take it you've watched the recent shows that have featured that special brand of exercise?"

"Yes. But how can I hope to manage something like that when I can't manage even one sit up?"

"That's where you have to trust me and trust that you are capable of things you don't even know you're capable of. Mostly though you are going to have to trust me, trust me enough to get undressed right here, right now and put on the bra and G-string your father wants to buy for you."

B-but, I can't do that. How can I undress in front of everyone and wear something that only belongs on..."

I held up my hand and stopped her from saying what I knew she was going to say. "Consider this your first lesson, Susan. Self belief is going to be the key to changing not only your physical appearance but also your confidence and self-assurance. Now Susan, if you please," and I held out my hand, "your jumper."

Susan hesitated at first. Eventually though she reached for the hem of her jumper and began to remove it. While she did I glanced across and noticed that Marion and the other three girls were now all naked and about to be dressed in various types of lingerie, from a bra and panty combination to a very sexy teddy and two baby doll nightie sets. When I turned back the jumper was gone revealing a thick white cotton blouse buttoned nearly to the neck and Susan's hands had dropped to her side.

I pointed to her jeans. "Susan, naked means no clothes, now could you take the rest of your clothes off."

"Are you sure this is really necessary," said her father.

"Absolutely vital John, Susan needs to all the support she can get, and I have a really special group of friends who can give Susan here that support but she needs to believe in herself, believe that she's a beautiful young woman." I watched Susan reach for the button and zipper of her jeans. "And part of that belief is being comfortable with her body because Susan, if she accepts the help I'm willing to give her, will spend a deal of her time either naked or scantily dressed."

The jeans because they were baggy were easily pushed over her broad 'fuck-me-hips before Susan allowed them to drop to the floor and stepped out of them along with the white sports shoes she was wearing. Revealed beneath the jeans were full white briefs large enough to contain both of her large fleshy buttocks.

I moved closer and indicated her underwear. "May I, Susan, please?"

After several agonising seconds spent biting her bottom lip Susan finally nodded her head. I moved even closer until her extraordinary bosom was pressing against my upper stomach, reached around her and undid the three catches of her bra before revealing her naked breasts that she confessed were a far too big 42DD.

"So you think they are too big, Susan?"

"Well don't you?"

"Of course not, there is no such thing as too big or too small, there is only different. So what size would be good for you?"

She looked at me the sound of despair in her voice. "Any fucking size that's smaller than this," and she hefted her two magnificent globes of flesh that had been drooping just a little onto her chest.

"Susan there is no need for such language," admonished her father.

Oh I'm sure people will forgive her, James." I turned to Daphne. "Do you think you could find a black bra Susan's size that would offset her beautiful light skin?"

She smiled, nodded, raced off and was soon back with the required garment as well as the panties I hadn't asked for. And that's when I surprised Susan and her father by handing the bra to James. "I think it would be nice if you did the honours for your lovely daughter, don't you, James?"

To his eternal credit and knowing the detrimental effect it would have on his daughter's psyche James didn't hesitate. He slipped her arms through the straps, placed the soft silky cups of the bra onto her breasts one at a time before he moved behind her and clasped it together.

"Thank you daddy," said Susan with a blush before she turned to me. "As nice as that was though, I think it would be really nice if you dressed me in that G-string."

Smiling I took the G-string, knelt down and allowed her to place a foot between each leg hole. When she was steady I pulled the panties up her leg until the crotch was in position to be placed over her mound and the cute little slit that was her vagina. Just before I did though I looked up into her eyes and smiled just as I placed a kiss on her vagina. "I really do think that we are going have some real fun working out together." So what do you think Susan?" I reached around and patted the luscious cheeks of her bottom and then brushed a finger along the cloth-covered slit of her cunt. "Are you willing to give it a try?"

She smiled again and shrugged her shoulders. "What have I got to lose?"

I couldn't resist. "Oh around 10 kilos (22lbs) over the first month should be enough because losing too much too quickly isn't good for you. Now would you step back a pace with your hands at your side so that I," I looked around the shop and noted that we had the attention of everyone, "we, can look you over."

When she did I simply stood there and looked at her. Yes she was a big girl, and yes she was like me twelve months ago. Her breasts were in proportion to the rest of her and didn't suffer from too much sag, and while her stomach was big it certainly didn't put her in the fat cow class that she so religiously maintained. And that arse and those hips, yummy. And those legs, those big beautiful legs, and those incredible thighs, oh it would be a pleasure to get lost in between them.

I moved close to Susan until her body was pressed to mine I reached around her until I was able to grip her buttocks in my strong hands. "You know it is going to be a real pleasure working on this gorgeous body. You are already beautiful, you can only get more so." I turned to everybody in turn. "Do you all agree with me?"

Their applause and encouragement was universal and included a couple of the daughters who had tried on their own underwear saying that they wished it was them only to be hushed up by their parents who were quick to remind them they didn't need it.

I continued to hold Susan because I was enjoying losing myself in her Rubenesque physique and I looked down into her eyes. "So will Daphne and I see you on Monday morning?"

"Yes." She said simply and then she wrapped her arms around my neck. "And thank you."

"Indeed," said her father. "I don't know I'll be able to repay you. My daughter means everything to me and you've already made her smile more in the last hour than she has in weeks."

"None needed," I said. "Though I would appreciate it if you could make sure Susan is wearing a pair of bloomers of the sort worn beneath those netball dresses and a sports bra when you off at my place at six o'clock on Monday morning, I'll jot down my address for you, and I'll give you my mobile number just in case there's a problem. And if Susan can have her school bag and the clothes she'll be wearing for school with her my mother and I drop her off at school."

Consider it done, Justin."

We quickly exchanged details and were done just as Marion and Daphne walked up having finished their stint. We watched with manageress as the customers all made their way from the shop before she thanked the five girls for doing such a great job and said that she would see them next time.

"Okay you two," I said once the manageress had walked away, "I think you have some explaining to do, don't you."

I just had time for a coffee and a chat before I headed to the bowl and the events at the lingerie store had been a welcome distraction. So nine of us headed to the Gloria Jean's coffee outlet at the mall's food court and while Marion and Daphne's parents moved to buy the coffees, teas and hot chocolates plus a selection of pastries Marion took it upon herself to explain.

"It was last Thursday after school. You remember how Daphne didn't join you for your usual after school exercise?

I nodded. "Yes I do, she said she an urgent appointment." And that's when it clicked. "You mean that... ?"

I left the question unfinished, and that's when Daphne took up the explanation. "Mum had told me that a friend of hers," she smiled, "it turned out to be Sonya Douglas the manageress at this particular 'Undies on Parade' store, asked if I'd be willing to audition for an idea she had in mind." She giggled. "I asked if I could bring along a friend and of course I thought of Marion here. It turned out that Mrs. Douglas wanted to make the word 'Parade' a literal part of the stores name. You saw what that idea entailed. I love it and so does Marion, we get paid for wearing sexy lingerie and having men and, as you saw, women and teenage girls playing with our nude bodies."

"Yes Justin," said Eric Jackson as the four parents returned with a tray each loaded down with drinks and pastries, "only our daughter's weren't the only ones to benefit were they?"

I tried my best to look innocent but Susan Woolcroft was quick to call me on it. "Come on Justin, I know how much you enjoy training my daughter and I know how you are when we have sex, now tell me you're not looking forward to getting your hands all over that delightful young lady."

Of course I couldn't, they all knew me too well.

Fortunately Sean chose that moment to change the subject. Turning to Cindy he said, "In future babe, any time you go shopping for lingerie I'm going with you and we will only be going on days when I know that the models will be working." He turned to Daphne's mother. "Oh, I hope you will be able to secure us an invitation?"

She smiled. "Somehow I don't think that'll be a problem."

The conversation then turned more mundane things until it was time for me to leave for the bowl after everyone had wished me good luck and good bowling.

As I walked towards the bowl with the intention of joining my team where I knew they would be waiting in the sectioned off players section of the restaurant I saw a smiling Camilla Trenton standing outside the OB van in her Foxtel uniform of tan jacket and skirt and orange blouse. "I've been waiting for you, someone sent me out here to make sure that you didn't slip past and into the bowl." She held out her hand which I took as soon as I was close enough.

You know sometimes we can be stupid — by we I'm referring to the male of the species. Even with my photographic memory and a brain that I was fairly sure would place me in the top five percent in the state when it came time to sit for the VCE exams which would determine placement availability for universities or colleges I could be an idiot sometimes. This particular early Friday evening was one of those times. "So," I said with a knowing smile, "what do Tony and Stephanie want?"

"Silly boy," she said simply and pulled me towards the side door that led to the interior of the van. After opening the door Camilla stepped back and waved me inside.

I placed my left foot on the metal step, gripped the metal hand hold in my left hand, pulled myself up, took one step into the van, turned to where I knew everyone would be and stopped dead; I was speechless.

"hey babe," she said, didya miss me?"

I took in her incredible beauty, her long shiny brown hair and her perfect figure clad as ever, I guessed, in just a skirt and top and simply smiled as a couple of tears fell unbidden from my eyes. I held my arms out and she came running into them wrapped her arms around my neck, jumped up until she was able to wrap her legs around my waist and I could put my hands on her naked bottom. My confusion disabled my normal calmness and my questions all came out in a rush.

"Where were you... ? What were you and... ?" I indicated Robbie Williams who was standing back grinning. "Are you and Robbie here in a relationship... ? Did the two of you make love... ? Have the two of you come back to tell me... ?" I left that last question unfinished as I spluttered to a stop with tears running unchecked from my eyes.

Vikki leant back slightly and used the thumb of her right hand to wipe away my tears before she leant forward and kissed me passionately with a kiss that answered every question. But still she answered them. "Well if you've been following all the media reports then you'll know where we were and what we were doing. You know the deal, dining, dancing and fucking, the whole nine yards but it wasn't because we were trying to develop a relationship."

This time Robbie Williams stepped forward. By now we had the attention of everyone in the van, especially a somewhat amused Tony Casey and Stephanie King. "Vikki is telling you the truth Justin, what we were doing in Berne and in the more rural areas of Switzerland had a far loftier purpose. I learned from that wonderful time in Manchester when Vikki and had such wonderful sex that I and any other men come to that, will only ever be, can only ever be, friends with benefits. Justin, this girl loves you unconditionally just as I can see how much you love her.

"Justin it is because I value Vikki's friendship, a friendship that allows me the chance to fuck one of the most wonderful girls I will ever meet that I dropped everything when I heard a very disturbing piece of news through an intimate female acquaintance at a certain psychiatric hospital in Berne."

I gulped and my heart jumped into my throat. "Lord Carson-Fucking-Chesterfield," I said finally as I quickly glanced at the clock in the van. "I have to go, bowling commitments." And I patted Vikki on the bottom and gave her another kiss before I let her down.

"Go get 'em babe. We'll be here when you finish bowling and you can drive us home so we can tell our friends. By the way, our parents and Maria already know, and my mother, your mother and Maria all want to thank Robbie personally."

"Something I'm already looking forward to," said Robbie.