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    It's getting to the end of summer and you still haven’t come out with us Jeanie.

    “I know, I’ll join you guys before it's over, trust me,” the brunette assured her friend Leyla over the phone. She stared out the window of her kitchen with longing, wondering what it would be like at the pool on this picturesque afternoon. She heard a sigh buzz in her ear that made her eyes fall guiltily onto the counter.

    I knew you'd probably say that… Jeanie, all of us have told you that you look beautiful as you are. There’s no reason to be ashamed of a little bit, y'know, extra, girl.

    Hit the nail right on the head.

    She looked down at her pudgy middle and frowned, picking at a curled seam of her shirt as it clung around her. “I’m not ashamed of it…I just…you wouldn't understand…”

    Well, I won't make you do anything, but the invitation is always there. We miss you when you're not around, Jeanie. Hope to see you before everyone's work schedules get crazy again.

    “Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll see what I can do. We'll talk later. Bye Leyla.”

    After her friend hung up, Jeanie laid the phone on the counter with a sigh. Slumping down to rest her chin on her elbows she just shook her head. She hated giving each one of her friend's the same lame excuses any time they wanted to hang out. They cared about her, and wanted to reassure her, but how could she make them see? Make them understand that her loner personality wasn’t by choice…she…she had to do it.

    Stepping back from the counter, she cupped the underside of her big middle with a discouraging sigh. “What am I supposed to do?” she said depressingly to herself. Letting the question linger in her conscience, Jeanie walked off to her bedroom and into her bathroom.

    Flipping on the lights she just stared at her reflection. Rich brown hair laced with streaks of blonde highlights that draped down across her shoulders. Eyes of bold turquoise that led to high cheek bones and a delicate face. She was fairly gifted with DD's that she didn’t mind teasing people with. But as her eyes dropped lower, she was met by the bulging contour of a big gut that pushed out her tight shirt. Staring at the odd transition of the bottom of her belly to her hips, she was anxious yet surprised no one had found out over the years. She guessed her wide hips helped with that.

    With reluctant hands, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it up over her paunch and her head and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes looked away shamefully not so much from the belly she had, but from what it was hiding.

    For Jeanie, her belly was a cover for what she really looked like. This ‘belly' was anything but real. It was simply a large custom-made silicone prosthetic that she had wrapped around her torso. The designer had done the best they could to make the rubbery body part look real and lifelike with added weight and a jiggly nature, but it was what it was: fake. With her shirt off, she looked at the flesh colored straps that helped hold the fake belly up that lay on her shoulders and down her back. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped the three flat buckles and gradually felt the heavy prosthetic drop onto the vanity.

    “H-How…” Jeanie sniffed out sadly. “How do I show them this?”

    Staring back at her was a young woman with such a condition that no one could possibly understand. Bare and natural now with no cover ups, Jeanie had to look at them for what they were.

    Extra breasts. With two cupped in a normal bra, she gazed at the alienating, just as big second pair of tits that hung just below them, unsupported. Four breasts…

    Her hands went up to them with confliction and then down her flat stomach and to her hips. The stark contrast of a massive round belly and her actual toned physique was purely mind-boggling, and this contrast of her two bodies went hand-in-hand with the two lives she seemed to be forced into. One desperately wanting acceptance. And the other disguised in fear.

    Over and over again her friends' words of encouragement repeated themselves in her head like a broken record. Letting out an angry breath she left the bathroom gruffly and went over to her closet, throwing the doors open.

    “Ugh…I have to stop hiding…” she accused of herself. Rifling through her clothes she found a swimsuit that she had had for years, yet was petrified to ever wear it. A blue and purple custom-crafted bikini of her own making to fit her unique self. The self-coined ‘quadkini.’ With a roll of the eyes she tossed it behind her onto the bed and continued her search. Finding what she was originally looking for, a large floral one-piece swimsuit, she shook her head.

    “I can't believe I’m going to do this…” Jeanie set it in her mind before she could tell herself no and rushed back over to the bathroom to grab the torso appliance. Bringing up the fat belly piece, she cupped it over her lower set of breasts, and busied herself with getting all the straps in place and tightened. She gave a little hop and nodded upon seeing the natural wobble of the belly. She quickly stripped off her shorts and underwear and slipped into the one-piece suit, stretching it around her bulbous gut. She smoothed out the straps and gave her body a look over to make sure everything was covered and no extra straps were showing.

    Walking back into her room she sat down on the bed with a long exhale as she eyed the loose quadkini with a mixture of distaste and desire. Taking out her phone she shook her head worryingly even as her fingers began dialing her friend. It rang a few times until Leyla picked up.

    Hey Jeanie, what's up?

    She felt her throat close up as she felt unable to say anything.

    You there? Um, well, Ryan, Caroline, Gordon and I are about ready to head to the pool, so I can't talk fo—

    “C-Can I come too?” Jeanie choked out.

    To the pool? O-Of course! Hey guys! Jeanie wants to come too!

    She heard Leyla calling to the others and smiled nervously. The way they looked out for one another and how inclusive they were was something she never would take for granted.

    Yeah! You should definitely come. Want me to come pick you up? The others can go and reserve a couple poolside chairs for the group.

    “I-If you could, that would be nice, thanks.” She laughed as she heard Leyla squeal happily.

    Ok, ok! Awesome! I'll be over in a little bit!

    Jeanie ended the call and just leaned back on her bed unsure of how to think. It was going to be the first time she had ever gone swimming since she actually started developing physically. It was going to be a leap of faith and trust, and she couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it.



    - - - - - - -



    As Leyla pulled into the lot to find a parking space, Jeanie gazed out the window with growing anxiety as the number of people that populated the campus never seemed to end.

    “There's so many people here today...”

    Leyla looked over to her with a laugh, her blonde hair bobbing as she did so. “Well yeah, it is the biggest community pool in the area and the weather is just perfect!”

    Jeanie gulped and smiled warily. She absentmindedly picked at her skin-tight suit that hugged her heavy belly. “O-Ok…”

    Leyla found a spot and turned off her car, sitting there a moment to glance at her nervous friend. Reaching over, she gave Jeanie's rubbery gut a playful poke. “You look great, so don't be so worried, ok?”

    The brunette's heart stopped for a split second as she felt her friend's finger sink in and out of her belly. She quickly quelled her panicking thoughts and just nodded. “Th-Thanks…”

    “C'mon, do it for Gordon. Can you do that? You know he likes you…”

    Mr. Tall and Handsome? Jeanie could feel her heart beat a little faster as images of the times she and him had talked together came to mind. She knew the two of them were the soon-to-be couple of the group, but neither had asked yet, primarily due to her uneasiness about herself.

    “I know… alright, I’ll go.”

    “Yay!” Leyla chirped and hopped out of the car to rush around and grab the door for her friend. Within seconds of her stepping out, she was quick to drag her off into the pool house. As soon as the two walked into the changing room, however, Jeanie felt her fear sweep in unannounced that forced her to halt in her tracks.

    “U-Uh, Leyla, I’m gonna go to the bathroom really quick, ok? I'll be right out.”

    The blonde turned to see her friend pausing in front of a toilet stall and nodded. “Ok, well, don't take too long. Meet us by the deep end of the pool!”

    Jeanie watched as she walked out into the sunlit walkway and out of sight leaving her to her worrisome thoughts. Retreating into a stall she sat herself down as regret settled in. Doubts of her prosthetic belly holding up in the water. Could she even swim with it on? What if the straps came loose?

    But what of her other swimsuit?

    Letting out a sigh she took the bag she had off her shoulder and looked into it. Pushing back the beach towel, she saw the two-piece quadkini sitting there at the bottom.

    “I…can't wear this…” she whispered to herself. “I can’t….”

    But you can. It was made for you.

    She shook her head dismissing the crazy idea.

    “I'll look like a freak…”

    Who says? They've never seen you as you really are. You like how you look, why can’t they?

    Laying a hand on her belly she closed her eyes with a long breath. She had to stop hiding. She had told herself that countless times before. Today needed to be the day where she stopped covering up who she truly was.

    With a newly renowned spirit of determination, Jeanie got up and stepped out of the stall and over to a changing room. With the door locked, she shimmied out of the one-piece suit and unbuckled the straps to the belly and stowed it into her bag. Lifting out the quadkini she bit her lip anxiously as she eyed it and her four plump breasts.

    “H-Here we go…let's do this.”

    Stepping into the bottoms, she pulled those up and around her hips while the remainder of the time was spent figuring out the knot of straps and cups. Finally getting the orientation correct, she tied the first strings to get her top pair of tits snug and comfortable. The lower pair served as more of a challenge as she had to tie at a different spot.

    “Jeanie? You still in here?”

    The brunette's fumbling hands froze as she heard Leyla's voice call for her. She was afraid to make her presence known.

    “Jeanie?” There was a pause, but then her voice lowered. “I hope she didn’t just leave us like she always does…”

    She had heard the last part as if it were loud and clear. And it hurt, knowing that she had done that on so many occasions. But she was through with being afraid, so she spoke up.

    “Leyla. I’m over here.”

    There were footsteps and then she heard a knock.

    “What do you need to change for? Ooo, did you pack a different swimsuit?!” Leyla asked from the other side.

    Jeanie did her best to try and get the stubborn strings tied but it was at such a weird angle for her arms. “K-Kind of… Would…Would you mind helping me tie this?” She braced herself as her friend came into the cramped room and closed the door.

    “Sure, I— Oh my God… Jeanie?”

    She turned around slowly as her eyes lowered in embarrassment. “I…I can explain…”

    “Whoa!” Leyla gasped as she pointed at the lower pair of breasts in disbelief. Her face then scrunched up a bit confused as her finger lowered to gesture at the flat, non-pudginess of her belly. “Where did they…the belly, I mean…its not there and then you have those now and—”

    “It's ok, Leyla. I’ll… explain, but could you um, tie this first?” She turned her back to her friend as she felt herself shaking, trying to keep herself going and getting this lifelong secretive burden off her shoulders.

    As soon as the blonde cinched up the straps, Jeanie knelt down and pulled up the big belly prosthetic and showed it to her. “This…is what I’ve been using to disguise everything…” She flipped it around to show the pockets for the extra breasts to lay in to let the belly lay naturally.

    “And for the longest time I was thinking you were just a big gal,” Leyla chuckled. “You look like you go to the gym more than I do!” She looked at Jeanie's thin waist with shock. “Why'd you hide them all this time?”

    The brunette looked at her as if she had misheard her. “What these?” she gestured at her chest.

    “Yeah!”

    Jeanie just drew back bewildered. “What?! Why in the world would I just waltz around town trying to make it as if having four tits is a run of the mill kind of thing?”

    “But that's just it!” Leyla replied back excitedly and to quite the contrary of what the brunette was expecting. “You have something unique! Something different, new, and so against the norm, it makes heads turn.”

    “Yeah…from how freaky I look, that's why.”

    “Freakin' sexy, is what you mean,” Leyla continued, correcting her friend in stride. “I’m not gonna bonk you on the head with the ‘screw the norm' speech, but why else do you think people go out of their ways to get different hair styles, hair colors, clothing, and body types? They don’t want normal despite what the world around them says. And you…you have a way of embracing that already! Even with the cute looking belly, you made yourself different without even knowing, and now, now you can show everyone the real you, no strings attached.”

    “Wow…n-no ones ever told me that before,” Jeanie whispered in shock. Relief and confliction swarmed in that her friend could easily read.

    “Like I said before,” Leyla said sincerely as she took the brunette's hands. “There is never anything wrong with a little bit extra, whatever it is.” She wrapped her arms around Jeanie and pulled her close, not minding the four distinct mounds pressing into her. “Gordon would love to see you like this.”

    Jeanie tensed and backed up, frightful. She received a grin and a reassuring nod as Leyla motioned with her eyes to the door outside.

    “Hehe, go on!”



    With Leyla right behind her giving an encouraging push, Jeanie stepped out into the sunlight, the sunlight she had so much desired to bask in with her own body. But with the sun also came the swarm of gazes as more and more swimmers caught eye of her.

    “E-Everyone's staring at me Leyla!” the brunette panicked as she saw people whispering and pointing toward her to others around them. She raised her hands to cover herself as if it would make her disappear.

    “They're jealous of how sexy you are, that's why. C’mon girl! Show ‘em why!”

    Jeanie reluctantly put her shaking hands to her sides as they kept walking toward the pools edge. Off ahead of them however, she made eye contact with the one person she was afraid to.

    “G-Gordon saw me! No…no! I—”

    Leyla grabbed her just as she made an attempt to turn around and run back into hiding. “Nuh uh. You're walking right up to him and giving him the damn biggest lip-smacker of all time, got it?!”

    “But Leyla I—”

    The blonde took her arm and began leading her along the pool even as the girl dragged her feet. “I've been waiting for one of you two to just blurt it out, and I’m not going to let a chance like this pass by.”

    “Nice udder you got there!”

    Before the college-aged looking guy could even form the ‘m' for a moo, Leyla had lifted her foot to give him a quality kick in the stomach, sending himself and his stupid comment with him careening into the pool.

    “Leyla!”

    “What?” The blonde smirked as she turned to stare at Jeanie's aghast expression. She put her hands to her hips with a scoff. “He deserved it! I am not letting some dumbass twerp say that without knocking his teeth in!”

    Jeanie's face was pale. “Y-You can’t just punt people into pools!”

    “Hey lady! What the hell was that for?!” It was the twerp flapping in the water, coughing angrily.

    “For being a rude little brat, learn to shut your damn mouth kid!” the blonde retorted loudly.

    “Leyla, please don’t.”

    “Can’t shut my eyes after seeing that!” the guy snorted as he sent his arm across the water to splash Jeanie.

    “Nope! That’s it, you’re gonna get it!”

    Before Jeanie could wipe her dripping face and stop her friend, she watched her run to the edge of the pool and leap across in his direction. She looked on in shock as the self-taught kick boxer reared her fist back mid-flight. She knew this kid was in for a beating, and a good one at that as soon as she saw the fiery blonde deck him in his unsuspecting, smug face.

    “Jeanie!? Is everything alri—”

    The brunette jumped a little frightened as she tore her eyes away from the pool showdown to come face to face with Gordon. “Ah! G-Gordon, h-hi!”

    “You…” The perplexed black-haired man looked from Jeanie to the thrashing in the pool back to Jeanie. “…look um, different.”

    The brunette brought her arms up self-consciously but felt a hand stop them and gently push them down.

    “…in a good way.”

    Jeanie was lost for words, but her heart was beating faster and faster. “Really? You…don’t mind them?”

    He smiled and blushed a little as he stepped forward to give Jeanie a kiss right on the lips. He backed away with a smile. “I’ve always thought you were cute. I, well, had no idea you were hiding this the whole time, but I can say you still look as great as any other time.”

    The brunette's heart melted as she let all of those words fill her. In that single moment, all the commotion around her seemed so far away, as if the burden of carrying her secret was lifted away like the belly being taken off. Finally, she could stand confidently as she was without needing to hide anymore. It just went to show that genuine friendships went deeper than she thought, it just took until now for her to see it.

    She felt someone take her hand and looked up smiling. “Thank you…”

    “I really would love to get to know you Jeanie, the real you,” Gordon replied back. “And I know both of us have been waiting to admit to each other even if everyone else has been pushing us for like an eternity,” he added sheepishly.

    “I'd love that too.” Jeanie squeezed his hand in assurance and then turned to glance at Leyla who was standing in the pool with a victorious stance. The college twerp was wading away, punching the water in his pouty retreat. “I'll just…let Leyla bask in her wartime glory,” she giggled. “Let's go meet up with Ryan and Caroline. I’m sure they’ll be wondering what the heck happened to me.”

    As soon as the newly admitted couple made their way down the pool, Jeanie accepting the shocked smiles and waves and blocking the distasteful glares from others around her, she knew she had the best group of friends as soon as she saw them waving her over with open arms.