Reunion Revenge Goes Awry

Pamela Barnes let the robe drop to the floor and smiled when her husband whistled. "You like?" she asked, twirling around for him. Pamela was wearing a baby doll teddy. It was light green and looked good on her with her long red hair. The bra squeezed her large bosom together giving her very impressive cleavage and it was sheer enough her pink nipples were visible. The panty was a thong that left the lush globes of her white ass bare. Her stomach was covered by the sheer green fabric, but her toned, fit body was clearly visible through it.

"Your doctor does good work," said her husband, Richard.

Pamela smiled and climbed beside him on the bed. Her husband was her doctor. She was eighteen years younger then he was. They had met when she got hired as his receptionist nearly fifteen years ago. She laid on her side and looked at him sensually. She stared at him with her piercing green eyes. She knew she looked good and wondered why his face was buried in a medical journal instead of looking at her. She also wondered why she had to initiate sex all the time. Her hand moved over to rest on his stomach and slide under his pajamas. She cupped his genitalia in her hand and squeezed it. It was slow going, but she felt him harden. Richard took the hint. He rolled over, pulling his pajama bottoms down as Pamela quickly pulled the thong off.

Five minutes later, Richard rolled off her, breathing heavily, but grinning. Pamela raised her hips up to hold his sperm in, hoping they were finally making a baby. They had been trying for a year, but Richard had a low sperm count. The fertility doctor said, it was possible for him to impregnate her, but very unlikely. So far, he wasn't willing to seek alternative means of conceiving. She would have tried anything. A baby was what she wanted most in the world.

Pamela had applied for the job with Doctor Barnes when she was five years out of high school and had just about given up a career in drama. He was a prominent plastic surgeon and offered discounts to his employees. The chubby Pamela Barnes had taken him up on the offer and had some liposuction done to her thighs, ass, and belly. The results had been amazing. Doctor Barnes asked her out for coffee one day and she joined him. They found they had little in common, but both were lonely and soon they started dating.

They dated only for a year before he asked her to marry him and she accepted. Richard didn't want his wife to work so Pamela used her free time to start working out. She hired a fitness instructor who quickly had excess weight dropping off her body and her muscles toning up. She wanted to tan, but she had the pale white skin common among redheads and burned easily. Her skin was mostly pure white, but tanning brought out freckles, so she gave up the sunbathing idea.

Pamela's one remaining physical problem were her enormous breasts. They were DD cups that looked big on her chubby body and positively enormous on her fit body. The problem wasn't so much their size, but that they sagged. Richard lifted them so that they thrust out proudly to the world, but he didn't reduce them in size. She almost wished he had as they made her back hurt, but she liked all the attention they got her, especially at acting gigs.

A local theater group quickly took on the buxom redhead where they had turned down the chubby Pamela. She had now starred in three plays. It was all she had ever wanted to do before deciding it was time to become a mother.

"I think you should go," said Richard, finally catching his breath.

"I hated high school, Richard. Plus, you can't go that weekend."

"You're not the chubby geek girl you were twenty years ago, Pam. Go to your reunion. Show off that hot body of yours. Flirt a little. Let them see what they missed out on. Make them jealous."

"I wouldn't mind rubbing it in a little.

"Then go. I'm sure half the hot girls back then are chubby now."

Pamela sat up, leaned over, and kissed her husband. "You know what? I think I will go."

"Good, have fun." Richard sat back up and returned to his magazine.

Pamela rolled over, but she couldn't sleep. Her three years of high school had been the worst years of her life. Pamela Porci was an overweight Wicca girl who dyed her luscious red hair, purple, wore black nail polish and eyeliner, and played dungeons and dragons. The nightmare began with the nickname, Porci Pig. She still couldn't watch Looney Tunes without picturing her high school tormentors.

Tormentor number one was Scott Johnson. He mercilessly teased her throughout high school, but the worst was in the auditorium. Several classes had been assigned to do short Shakespeare acts before the school. Pamela, Greta, and Hazel had opted to do the scene with the three witches from Macbeth. Greta and Hazel were the closest things she had to female friends. They included her in their group, but they were overly close and she suspected they were lesbians. Pam often felt like a third wheel around them. After their skit, Scott Johnson yelled out, "Ba-de Ba-de Ba-de, That's all folks," in his best Porky Pig voice and everyone laughed including many teachers, though he did get detention.

Then there were the blacks, Harlan, Gage, and Keisha. Their torments were daily. Keisha was dating Harlan and Pamela thought they had married after graduating. Keisha would say things like, "Move that fat ass out of our way, white girl," when they passed in the hall. Pamela had a particularly bad day and actually turned on Keisha to slap her, but Harlan easily grabbed her wrist. "Don't touch my woman, bitch," he growled. Afterwards, Pamela had hidden in the auditorium to cry. Gage and Harlan were close and rarely separated. Gage was the one that came up with the Porci Pig nickname and everyday made some sort of pig comment when he saw her. "Yo Harlan, you smell bacon? Porci Pamela can sure ham it up. No, she's snout funny. Soooeeee, here piggy piggy." And so on. She knew it was transference, but she came to associate all blacks with her three tormentors behavior. It wasn't fair, but she couldn't help it and was now quite bigoted.

She hated them.

Her last tormentor wasn't really a tormentor, but he ended up hurting her more then any of the others had.

Preston Hunt was a friend since they were little and her secret crush. He was if anything, geekier then she was. He was her dungeon master and the two of them plus some others would play for hours in a bedroom lined with Star Wars Hasbro figures. Pam didn't even like role playing, but as long as Preston was there, she would follow just to hear his voice. He was short, skinny, and not much to look at, but he was the only guy who was ever consistently nice to her at least up until the day she kissed him. They were alone and both had decided to try drinking alcohol for the first time. She was thrilled when he didn't pull away as she leaned over to kiss him and his hand flew up to her enormous bosom, squeezing her tits. Soon his hand slipped under her black blouse, slid over several rolls of fat and then was playing with her nipples. Pam gasped and quickly felt her panties go wet. Her nipples had always been very sensitive. She decided to reward him and let her hand fall in his lap. She squeezed his bulge and heard him groan in pleasure. Preston went nuts and released her boob long enough to pull his pants down. Believing that from here on out, her life was taking a turn for the better, Pamela decided to do something guaranteed to keep Preston interested in her. She fell to her knees and sucked his dick. It was her first and last blow job. Oh he loved it alright. He guided her head with his hands and practically squealed like a girl when he came which was only after a few minutes. She even swallowed. The problem came afterwards. Preston wanted to do it again. He wanted to play with her breasts. He wanted to do all that and she was willing, but he didn't want to hold her hands in school or let her kiss him in front of anyone else. He quickly turned weird, not wanting to be seen with her at all, but always wanting her to come over when no one else was around. It didn't take Pamela long to realize, he was ashamed to be seen with her and when she did, it tore her heart on two. She couldn't stop crying for days and finally ended up emptying a bottle of sleeping pills down her throat. She was in the hospital for two days and missed school for a week while she underwent a psychological evaluation. She refused to talk to Preston after that or anyone else. She spent the last few months of school acting like a zombie, going through the motions until she graduated, but she didn't show up for the ceremony.

Pamela quickly wiped tears from her eyes so that her husband wouldn't notice. On graduation day, she moved far away from home. Her dream was to go to Hollywood, but she moved to New York City, took acting classes, tried to get a gig on Broadway, then off Broadway, then way off Broadway. Her money ran out, she moved to a cheaper apartment in the suburbs, and got hired as a receptionist by one of the kindest men she'd ever meant.

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Pamela boarded the plane to Atlanta wearing a black skirt with a slit up her thighs. She had on black heeled boots that went up just under her knees. She wore a green short sleeve pull over top, that hugged her bosom and showed off a lot of cleavage. She found her seat and waited for take off. She felt her body tremble slightly when she saw the blacks board the plane. She had know idea they lived anywhere near her. Pamela pulled herself together as they approached.

There were four of them. The first two were Harlan and Keisha. Unfortunately, in the twenty years since graduation, they hadn't lost their looks. Harlan was a black giant covered in muscles. It did look like he was losing his hair, but he's shaved it and it looked good on him. Keisha still had a nice body, but now had a little belly fat suggesting she'd had a baby. Pam would have traded her flat tummy for some belly fat and a baby, but the way things were going with Richard, there would be no baby anytime soon. Keisha had a strange face. It was attractive, beautiful even, but her mouth was constantly turned up in a sneer. It was like she had a huge chip on her shoulder and went through life hating everything. Harlan met Pamela's eyes and quickly looked at her bosom. Pam feigned a smile as she stared at him and he smiled back. Keisha followed him. Her eyes fell on the white woman with the big tits and her sneer got bigger.

Gage and another black woman were next. Probably his wife, but it was no one from their school. Unlike Harlan, Gage had let himself go since high school. Gage had an enormous belly, big arms, and several chins. His eyes also fell on her bosom and he licked his lips. Who is the pig now asshole, she thought, looking at his porcine face. Pamela smiled at the thought. Gage grinned back at her, thinking she was flirting and he winked. His wife followed, also overweight and not very pretty.

None of them seemed to recognize her.

The rest of the flight was without incident, but the two black men stared at her when she got up to use the bathroom. When they landed, Pam got off first and made her way to baggage claim. It always took awhile for the luggage to arrive, but Pam waited patiently. When the conveyor belt finally started up, she was surprised to see her large bag was first. She reached out for it, but a large black arm beat her to it. "I got that for you, Miss," said Harlan. He pulled it off the conveyor and handed it to her.

"Why thank you," she said, smiling at him.

"Harlan, get your black ass over here," yelled Keisha.

Harlan winced. "You're welcome, Miss."

"I'll see you in a few hours," said Pamela. She winked at him, enjoying his look of confusion.

"What did that white bitch say to you?" asked Keisha, as Pamela was walking away.

Pamela smiled.

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Pamela stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. Her suitcase was open on the bed.

She pulled out her outfit for the evening. First she pulled out the tight green bra. It was sheer, but tight and squeezed her boobs together amplifying her cleavage even more. The matching thong was sheer and tight. It mashed her red pubic hair down and she'd even had to trim some of her hair. The top was a dark green halter top with spaghetti straps holding it over her shoulders. Her large bosom made it hang loose over her belly and it stopped an inch over her navel. She left her belly bare to show off her flat stomach and the large $500 diamond on the pin through her navel. If she reached up, the top would show off her entire belly and maybe even the bottom of her bra. The second half of her outfit was a short green skirt, sort of like a cheerleading skirt that left most of her legs bare.

Pam twirled around in front of the mirror. She looked fantastic, but wasn't sure if it was sexy or borderline slutty. Her outfit was cool and June in Atlanta was hot, so she'd be comfortable in it. Plus, she knew other women who had kept their figures would be showing them off. She put on her green heels last, loving how they showed off her legs.

Pamela sent off a text to Richard stating that she had arrived safely and was going down to the reunion.

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Pam had to pass the front desk on her way to the banquet hall. The creepy looking black guy who had checked her in stared at her as she walked by. He hadn't taken his eyes off her breasts the whole time he'd checked her in. She held her head up as she passed.

Pamela felt all eyes on her when she entered the large banquet hall. She was glad the reunion wasn't at her old school. She wasn't sure she could have handled walking back in there. She pushed her shoulders back and strolled up to the table holding the nametags. The two former cheerleaders sitting at the table just stared at her. "Pamela Porci Barnes," she said.

"Porci Pig!" exclaimed the ex cheerleader, Melissa who had also been homecoming queen. She held her hand over her mouth for a moment before removing it. "Sorry Pamela."

Pamela was shooting death rays out of her eyes, but relaxed. "That's alright, Melissa."

"You've changed." Melissa slid the badge over to her.

"Thank you," said Pam, turning to pin the badge on her chest.

"I'll get that for you, Miss," said a man's voice.

"No thank you," said Pam, looking up. She froze a moment when she saw the speaker was Scott Johnson.

"I can handle this, Scott."

Scott had aged well and was quite good looking. He stared at her trying to look suave when she removed her hand from the nametag. "P-p-porci Pi... Pamela. Pamela Porci!"

"Yes, Scott. Nice to see you."

"You look amazing."

"Thanks. You're looking good to."

"Can I get you a drink at the bar?"

"Maybe later." Pamela turned away from the stunned man. She entered the large room. There was a dance floor. A band was tuning up on it. A big hair eighties band no less. The bar area was crowded. Tables surrounded the dance floor and it looked like most of her class was already here.

Pam looked around and spied the two women near the bar. She strolled up to them, grinning. Both women's eyes ran over her body and focused on her breasts. My god, they are lesbians, she thought. "Hello Hazel. Greta," she said, approaching them. Greta was still a little Wicca. She was chubby, wore a black dress and had black nail polish. Her black rimmed glasses were new, she hadn't worn any in school. Hazel was no longer Wicca, but had gone butch, Hair cut short and kind of tough looking.

"Pamela!" they said in unison. Both women hugged her to the point Pamela got uncomfortable.

"Nice to see you two," said Pam.

"Hazel here didn't want to come, but I made her," said Greta.

"This fucking state doesn't recognize our marriage," exclaimed Hazel.

"Well I'm happy for you both."

"Join us for dinner?" asked Greta.

"Sure."

"Lets find a table near the food," grunted Hazel. "I'll go get us some beers," she added after the three found a table no one had claimed. She returned ten minutes later with three bottles of beer and three shots.

"A toast?"

Pamela held her shot up. "To Macbeth."

"To Macbeth," responded Hazel.

"And the three witches," added Greta.

The three women caught up with the lesbian couple going first. Pamela told them of her life after school, quest for a baby, and how she got so fit. "My husband, the doctor, only had to lift them up a bit. They were tremendously saggy," she finished.

"You're lying. Those things are fake," said Hazel. "Don't fuck with me, Porci."

"She always did have big boobs, honey," said Greta.

"Oh I remember them too, Greta, but I know implants when I see them.

Pamela leaned forwards. "Go ahead and touch them. Both of you."

Greta and Hazel didn't need to be asked twice. Each reached out a hand and grabbed one of Pam's boobs.

"Fuck, they are real," said an awed Hazel, who didn't stop squeezing Pam's breast.

"My husband, the doctor, just had to tighten the skin a bit to lift them up some," Pam explained again. "You can stop touching them now." Both women pulled back, but still stared at Pam's chest.

The class president came up on the stage and made some announcements. Then she told what tables could get up for the buffet. As soon as everyone was seated and eating, the band started up. Greta got them another round of beers and three more shots. Pamela bought the third round after they had finished dessert. Her head was spinning a little after the third shot. The beer wasn't helping either. Pam was about to announce that she was going to go mingle when a male voice said, "Would you like to dance, Pam?"

Pamela turned to see Scott Johnson again. "Sure Scott, why not?"

The song was fast and the two danced and talked. Scott was divorced and seemed disappointed to find out that Pam was married. "I'll get us some refills," he said, when Pam drained her beer.

No sooner had he turned away when Pamela was spun around and into the arms of Harlan. She found her boobs smashed against a hard muscular chest. It was the closest contact she'd ever had to a black man. He twirled her around once. "Pamela Porci, I don't believe it," he said.

"You had no idea who I was on the plane," she laughed. He laughter faded when he pulled her tight again and she felt an enormous bulge against her bare belly. He must be stuffing a sock in there, she thought, or maybe two socks, but then the thing moved slightly and she pulled back.

"What do you do for a living, Pam?"

"Northing. My husband, the doctor, doesn't want me working and we're trying to have a baby."

"What do you mean trying? Keisha had to get her tubes tied after the fourth kid practically walked out of her."

Pam didn't want to tell him about their troubles conceiving, so she lied. "We just decided to start trying recently."

"What kind of Doctor?"

"Plastic surgeon."

"Obviously," laughed Harlan. "He does good work."

"Enough. They're real. My husband only had to firm them up some."

"Real my ass... Wait a minute, Pamela Porci Barnes... Is your husband Dr. Richard Barnes?"

"Why yes," she said, surprised.

"You live in Westwood, New Jersey then. I'm in charge of trash collection there."

"Small world."

"Maybe after tonight we should stay in touch." Harlan pulled her back into his body and pressed his crotch against her belly at the word, "touch". If felt even bigger against her belly this time.

Pamela pulled back again. "Sure we could double date or something. I thought you were going be a pro football player. How'd you end up a garbage man?"

Harlan frowned, but his cockiness retuned. He knew the reunion game. Pam hadn't gone to their tenth reunion, but there everyone had been bragging about their jobs, big houses, spouses, etc. "I'm manager of the entire department, thank you. I have a healthy salary, benefits, and a pension."