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Part two of Fetish159. But then she attached the belt and got a horrible shock. Her belly was bulging! It swelled out under the belt and hung over the top of her pinching skirt. Rachel breathed in and fiddled with the clothes, but there was no escaping the truth of her expanded waist. Not one to panic, she decided to try some others clothes - a black skirt. However, once again, she had only slid it up to the top of her thighs when she felt the same tightness as before. Now it was enough to make her cry out in alarm. Not only did Rachel think fatness a thing to be dreaded in itself, but she now wondered how she was ever going to be able to dress up sexily to manipulate her boss into giving her her raise. Refusing to give up, she managed to work the skirt into position, then huffed and puffed until she had it buttoned. Next she donned a lacy white blouse and then topped things off with the belt. The results were just as unflattering as before. Turning side on to a mirror, Rachel scrutinized her pot-bellied profile in XXXX. She shuddered to think she might be turning into the kind of fat woman she had seen and detested on her cruise. Disaster struck again when she tried to put on her high heels. It seemed that even her feet had gotten bigger. Her toes felt crushed, the backs of the shoe dug into her ankle, and her bunion throbbed. She said many an ouch when forcing them on. Finally, Rachel checked out her completed look in her long mirror. Her react was utter misery. Standing as straight as she could in her high-heels, looking at herself from different angles, she almost wept. Nothing she did do - no pose, no trick of clothing - could hide her pot-belly. She was thankful that the cleavage of her big tits looked as great as ever, but feared that the rest of her would fail to impress her boss. As if that was not bad enough, she now succumbed to the discomfort of her tight clothing. Her feet hurt so badly that she had to lay down on the rug; her stocking tops squeezed on her fattened thighs; her skirt dug into the flesh around her waist. The belt, too, caused her tummy to ache. She even had trouble breathing freely. At last it all became too much for Rachel. She took off her pain-inducing shoes and broke into a defeated sob. Her perfect was figure was no more. Gone with it was her power to control men - and her own immense pride herself. It would be a long time before she recovered. Until then, she could not even hope to get her raise.