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"The Evolution Of A Nuptse Goddess"

Jen stood in front of her bedroom mirror. She had spent a lot of time in front of her mirror in the past few days. Right now she wore nothing but her shiny black ‘North Face Nuptse’ brand jacket. God how beautiful it looked on her! Jen had always known she was a very attractive girl, but after returning from a recent ski trip, Jen’s ego had risen to astronomical new heights. How couldn’t it? She had seen reactions from men that surpassed anything she had experienced in her 20 years. As she rubbed her hands gingerly over the smooth black material covering her lean torso she realized that she had learned how truly powerful her gorgeous looks, when coupled with the right outfit, could be.

Take Brian for example. A friend of some friends, she had barely known Brian when she agreed to give him a lift to a ski lodge they were all attending. And yet by the end of the weekend she had reduced him to a desperate, panting love slave, a shell of a man who would do absolutely anything-anything- for Jen. She hadn't planned such a thing, it just happened. The memories forced her to smile. As strikingly beautiful as she knew she was, Jen had to concede that it was her amazing new jacket that had set Brian over the edge- and had caused some prolonged stares from numerous other men that weekend, some of them likely suffering from acute neck pain, judging by the way their heads had snapped as she walked past them. The jacket was, of course, the new North Face she presently wore. The Nuptse was already legendary- all black, with its “The North Face” brand logo embroidered in white on the left upper chest and again on the back right side. Another large tag on the inside back and of course the little “700” inscribed in white on the lower right sleeve, indicating the jacket contained the maximum down fill- the “puffiness” that Jen so loved. And it was just so shiny, with its 100% nylon shell, the shoulder area a flatter, duller shade than the rest of the jacket, which gleamed magnificently in the light, giving it a permanent slick, wet look that always turned heads- male and female. Then of course there was the 100% nylon lining that was so soft and silky smooth on her body. It was stuffed perfectly with goose down feathers until it almost seemed ready to burst giving it that tight, rounded “Michelin Man” look, as her friend Jody had called it. Jen wore a woman’s size large, although a medium would have fit her 5’9” slender but curvaceous torso just fine. Jen preferred her winter jacket to fit just slightly large, enhancing the puffy bulk of it. The jacket was very warm, but even if it hadn’t been Jen would still love it, it just looked so good on her.

And yet Jen had no idea just how good it must look- Brian was so aroused by the sight of her in the jacket, coupled perfectly with a new pair of very tight blue jeans, that she thought he might require medical attention! Brian’s ultimate arousal had brought a new sexual awareness to Jen as well- she had always thought of herself as a sexual person, but this past weekend spurred in her a new spirit of adventure that blended with her vanity and now made her view herself as an actual Goddess-a Sex Goddess in a puffy down jacket! She sat on the end of her bed, still facing the full-length mirror and reached for the cigarettes and ashtray on her end table. As she lit up she considered the image staring back at her. Her full pink lips clutched around the long white Benson & Hedges and covered a mouth full of perfectly straight bright white teeth, courtesy of the thousands of dollars her parents had forked over to her dentist and orthodontist. Her dark green eyes cast a seductive glare. Her long naturally blonde hair flowed over the big, thick, smooth collar of her jacket, which was presently unzipped to reveal her small yet round breasts and her flat lightly tanned stomach. The glossy black jacket ended in a swell just slightly past her hips. She liked to zip it up tight and bring in the waist drawstring tight, causing the jacket to balloon up from her hips, where it came in tight and rounded to her body. It really was the perfect look, Jen had to admit. She couldn’t figure out why every woman on earth didn’t buy a Nuptse jacket, but that was their loss. To Jen it seemed as if North Face had manufactured the jacket specifically with her in mind.

God, what a weekend it had been! It wasn’t just the sex, she mused, blowing out a long, thin stream of smoke. It was the way Brian had submitted to her so totally, and so worshipped her very presence. So much so that on the ride home Jen had decided to really test Brian’s limits. It turned out that, when confronted by his Nuptse-clad Goddess, he had none.

As they were in the parking lot getting into Jen’s silver VW Golf she instructed him to remove his own puffy North Face vest. He did so immediately. She then told him to put his arms tight to his sides and as he did so she pulled the vest over him, only reversed so the zipper was at his back. She pulled the zipper up all the way and the vest, with his arms adding to the width and thus the tightness, now formed an inescapable little prison. His vest was long and only his wrists and hands poked out from beneath it, but Jen thought he could probably move them a little if he wanted to. Just in case she commanded fiercely, “Don’t you dare try to touch yourself, Brian. I know you’re dying to but don’t even think about it!” She knew he would obey his Goddess. The soft puffy vest collar covered his chin and most of his mouth, but this was not nearly enough for Jen. She removed her own Nuptse jacket- which had come off of her body only for sex games, showers and sleeping during the entire weekend- and now stuffed it over Bran’s head, as she had done two days earlier in his room. She secured it by crossing the sleeves around the back of Brian’s head and tying them off at the front, very tightly. She was getting good at this. And now he was in a perfect little puffy ‘cage’- his body entrapped by the reversed zipped vest and his head encased in the smooth nylon bundle, so that he was able to breathe- but only just barely. The jacket was stuffed over his head in a manner which had one of the “The North Face” logos covering the spot where his mouth would be, buried under all the nylon and down. Perfect, thought Jen. She then made him sit back in the seat and tilted it back as far as it would go so his encased head was nearly facing her car ceiling. She strapped him in snugly with the seatbelt and then sat back to admire her little nylon slave, whose crotch area bulged so enormously and ridiculously that he would have had trouble walking –even if Jen hadn’t restrained him so. Jen lit up a cigarette, eased the car into gear, and headed off for home, explaining, “Brian, sweetie, you are just so turned on by me that I just couldn’t have you groping at me while I’m trying to drive, so Jennie has to wrap you up nice and snug in the puffy stuff you so love. You understand don’t you honey?” “Mmm…mmmphhh” was the only response she received as Brian struggled beneath the layers of smooth thick nylon. It made her grin wickedly.

She had released Brian when they finally reached his apartment and sent him on his way, laughing out loud at how far he leaned over as he staggered away, his pants ready to burst from the huge, swollen, aching member inside. Once he had regained his breath (it took a while) Brian had begged Jen to see him again. She had responded by blowing cigarette smoke in his face and saying curtly, “We’ll see.”

Jen wasn’t about to commit to any one guy, not until she had explored the power of the shiny down jacket a lot more. She butted out the remains of her cig in the ashtray, stuffed the pack into her right jacket pocket, and reached for a pair of cotton underpants. Then she grabbed her new ultra-tight jeans from her bedroom floor and began the long, painful process of pulling them on. She smiled again at her mirror image as the crisp dark blue denim began to cover her legs: She was a down jacket-bound Goddess, and it was time for the Goddess to prowl…

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