COLLEEN
Part 2:
The Argument
by
"Jim"
College
Life
High school graduation was over, and summer was
almost gone! It was late August, and
time to leave for college!
Colleen and her boyfriend Jim had both been
accepted at a state university center some 200 miles from home. Another girl in their class, Sue, had also
been accepted.
Colleen and Sue hadn't really been close friends
in high school. Colleen lived in town,
whereas Sue had grown up on one of the surrounding farms. But when everyone and everything is strange
and new, anything resembling a familiar, friendly face is more than welcome,
and Colleen and Sue had arranged to room together in the dorm.
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Colleen's competitive spirit thrived in the
atmosphere of the university. Some of
the members of the freshman class had been better prepared, coming from private
schools, or from public schools in wealthy districts. Others, such as Colleen, Jim, and Sue, came
from schools in less well-off districts, and they found they had a little
catching up to do. But they all worked
hard, and in the end, they all did well.
Sue's outlook was somewhat different from
Colleen's, though. For Colleen,
competition was personal; not only did she have to be good, she had to be
better than all the others. For Sue,
however, it was more absolute, less relative; she simply wanted to be satisfied
with her own performance, without worrying about how everyone else was doing.
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Colleen and Jim continued dating all through
their first three years at the university.
Part of the magic of their relationship was that Jim understood
Colleen's competitive nature, and continually worked around it. Nobody can be "on" all the time,
and Jim gave Colleen a much-needed opportunity to turn herself "off"
and just relax, with no sense of being challenged.
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When Jim and Colleen would play tennis, he took
it easy on her, partly to preserve their relationship, and partly because he
knew that if he made her work too hard, she'd get hiccups. He couldn't deny that it turned him on when
she got them; but he cared deeply for her, and knew how much they irritated
her, so he never really wanted her to
get them, and would certainly never try
to make it happen.
It happened often enough, anyway, all by itself;
many times, he could hear Colleen hiccupping violently clear across the
court. But she'd never quit playing
until she'd finished the game, or even the set; she was determined to give it
everything she had, no matter what.
Colleen was pretty good at tennis, but she never suspected how good Jim
was, too; and since she usually played against Jim, she rarely had a serious
opponent.
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The
Feud
Nothing lasts forever, though, and one day, in
early September of their senior year, Jim had had enough. He and Colleen disagreed about whether the
ball was "in" or "out".
Jim felt that he'd been taking it pretty easy on Colleen, and he wasn't
prepared to give her this, too. But
losing the point would have cost her the game, and she wouldn't concede. Not everybody would jeopardize a relationship
over a simple "fun" game of tennis, but Colleen wasn't everybody.
Like many arguments, it started over tennis, but
it quickly involved lots of other things; and soon they weren't speaking, they
wouldn't see each other, and each was determined not to be the one to apologize.
Colleen told herself, she certainly didn't need him; she could have anybody she
wanted! She'd always been one of the
sexiest girls in high school, and she was holding her own in college, too.
No, she didn't need him at all. She just had to keep
telling herself that. She couldn't
afford to weaken.
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Colleen's
Weighty Issues
Colleen, at 5-foot-6, had started college at
about 150 pounds, which had given her a curvaciously sensuous figure; and she'd
held her weight at that, until her breakup with Jim. But she was terribly unhappy without him, and
turned to food for solace. Everything
Colleen did, she did aggressively; so perhaps it was no surprise that by the
beginning of October, she found that she'd gained 20 pounds, going up to 170.
The extra weight gave her more on top than
ever. But it gave her a nice inch-thick
roll of fullness on her midriff, too.
Many of the guys found it a major turn-on, but Colleen herself found it
a major annoyance; it seemed that her developing body had given her a set of
dynamite curves, and right away she'd filled them back in again with 20 pounds
of fat! It had got away from her a
little, she thought, 'cause she hadn't expected it; she hadn't paid attention.
"Phooey," she thought as she looked in
the mirror, "look at that! Another
blouse that doesn't fit right!" She
sighed. She'd always liked her clothes
sexy and tight, and there just wasn't room in them for 20 more pounds. A lot of the extra weight had wound up on her
chest, and now the critical button just wouldn't stay buttoned; her enormous
boobs were putting 'way too much
pressure on it. The blouse wasn't supposed to be a bare midriff, but it
was now; her boobs were using up a lot of material. And even if that hadn't been the case, the blouse was already tight around her
stomach; she'd never get it over her
fat, bulging midriff anymore!
Maybe she couldn't
lose the weight, she thought, or maybe she just didn't want to; maybe some of the guys would leave her in peace for
once! But she could certainly maintain her weight, and she was
determined, as only she could be, that there were would be no more! It was all part of the package now, and as
far as she was concerned, the guys could take it or leave it. And she could mostly take or leave them.
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Sue
Has Issues Too
Sue, at 6 feet (or, as she preferred to say,
"5-foot-12"), was much the stereotypical farm girl. She had started college at 220 pounds, but it
was weight that she'd needed for farm work.
The farm was anything but a modern agri-business; her father taught at
the school in town, and ran the farm only as a side line. The place had been a family affair, without a
lot of expensive new equipment, and the work had involved a good deal of
lifting, pushing, and pulling. Sue had
worked hard, right alongside her brothers, so a lot of Sue's weight was muscle.
Sue had needed for her body to achieve a certain
level of mass, as well, to allow her to perform various chores; she could not,
for example, raise a heavy object to the hayloft, using a simple rope and
pulley, if she didn't outweigh it, or she'd simply wind up climbing the rope,
no matter how strong she was. So about
40 pounds of Sue's weight was indeed fat, but it was not too much for her, and
it was arrayed sensuously on her well-toned body. She was an incredibly beautiful girl, with
long blonde hair that she sometimes wore in a single braid, and sometimes wore
loose; she liked the way her body looked, and didn't mind showing it off.
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But in college, Sue had never adjusted her eating
habits to compensate for her decreased level of activity, and by senior year
she was getting a little heavy.
She was sitting in math class one day when she
began to suspect that she was developing a problem.
She was wearing a sleeveless blouse; her upper
arms were sensuously full, and she often had trouble finding blouses with
sleeves that fit. Her voluptuous thighs
spread out as she sat, straining the seams on her jeans; her cute little tummy
bulged out the sweetest bit; and the delicious fullness of her bare midriff
seductively overflowed her waistline.
Lots of guys thought she looked majorly hot, and she liked the way she
looked herself; so she wasn't worried about her weight, and didn't even think
about it.
In the next chair was a rather petite girl, just
five feet tall, about 100 pounds, and also wearing jeans. Sue looked at the girl's thin, trim little
thighs, and realized that her own were a good four times the size of that girl's!
Something about that thought made Sue
uncomfortable, and when she got back to her room, she got on the scale: 260 pounds!
Actually, the dial was marked only to 259; then it wrapped around to
0. Sue didn't know if there was a
mechanical reason why the scale couldn't go higher, or whether the manufacturer
had simply not believed it necessary for the average person. Anyway, she took the hint.
Sue had, of course, continued working on the
farm at home during the summer, so she'd remained strong and fit. But three months of activity in the summer
didn't make up for nine months of relative inactivity during the rest of the
year, and she knew in her heart that the extra 40 pounds was all fat.
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A
Disastrous Invitation
So both Sue and Colleen felt they needed to do
something. Since Colleen had lost her
tennis partner, she tried to interest Sue in the game.
Colleen had no idea how disasterously this
simple invitation would affect her life.
Sue liked the way she looked in a cute, short
little tennis skirt. She enjoyed showing
off her legs, but it was getting hard to find shorts that weren't too tight
around her voluptuously full, strong thighs; when she went shopping and tried
on a pair of shorts that would fit her waist, half the time she found that she
couldn't even get them up over her
thighs anymore!
It didn't take Sue very long to master the
game. It didn't take her long to master
Colleen, either. Sue played with
enormous power, and Colleen just wasn't used to seeing the ball approach her at
120 miles an hour. But Sue was not,
perhaps, as light on her feet as she could have been, and Colleen fought back
the only way she could; she kept Sue moving from one side of the court to the
other, making her go after the ball.
So each girl worked the other hard, trying to
help her burn off the extra weight. But
Sue didn't understand the extent of Colleen's "problem," and she
often gave Colleen the workout of her life -- and hiccups.
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The
Queen of the Weight Room
Colleen knew that if she was ever going to beat
Sue, she needed to start working out again.
Her increasingly overdeveloped anatomy had long made it difficult and
uncomfortable to do certain exercises, such as jogging and jumping rope; but
she found that by wearing a very tight bra, and then a regular one over it, she
was able to achieve enough control to at least avoid re-creating a scene from a
Russ Myers movie. It was, after all,
important to avoid causing a riot.
She tried to monitor her pulse and breathing
while she was working out, but, all too often, the hiccups would come
anyway. She'd never found a dependable
way of stopping them (at least, not without Jim); and if she wanted to get
anywhere with her workout routine, she was often obliged to just keep going
with hiccups.
Jogging, jumping rope, and other such exercises
helped Colleen to tone up her muscles and to increase her endurance level; but
in the end, she knew that she was going to have to return to the weight room.
So there she was, pumping iron. She'd be wearing a short, tight T-shirt, or a
sports bra, which accentuated her luscious developments. She always wore short shorts, so she couldn't
bust the seams when she flexed, no matter how improbable that might actually
be. She'd be working her quads on the
machine, pumping her thighs ever stronger and fuller; or she'd be lifting free
weights, her magnificent breasts impossibly in the way. The sweat would be trickling off the sweet,
sexual fullness overflowing her delicious midriff, and she'd start breathing
harder and harder.
And then the first HIC! would rip through her
body, and all the soft fullness on her chest would bounce deliciously. She knew there would be more -- it was always
a full-blown case, never a teaser -- but she wouldn't stop working out 'til
she'd completed her reps, no matter what.
She never knew how many guys nearly came watching her.
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The
Queen Is Deposed
It wasn't long before Sue found out what Colleen
was up to. Farm work had given Sue more
than enough muscular development; she'd never had the need for a weight room,
and the concept of organized, measured development was somewhat foreign to her.
Still, one day she showed up in an outfit which
rivaled Colleen's in every way. Sue was
even bigger on top than Colleen, but because she was larger overall, her
breasts appeared to be more in proportion.
Still, she turned the guys' heads right away -- and she turned them away from Colleen!
In no time at all, Sue was lifting twice as much
weight, and doing twice as many reps, as Colleen ever could. Colleen knew in her heart that she was so far
behind Sue, it was pointless to think of ever trying to catch up.
Not only was Sue a major turn-on for the guys in
the weight room, she astonished them, and they virtually worshiped her. She found that weight lifting soon opened up
a whole new world of popularity, satisfaction, and fun.
She did embarrass the guys a bit, though. After she'd finished with a piece of
equipment, no guy wanted to be the next to use it, since most would have to
reduce the amount of weight, and nobody wanted to be shown up by a girl. So it was necessary to leave it idle for a
few minutes, until everyone could pretend they didn't remember who'd used it
last. But Sue competed only against
herself, and never worried much about how others were doing in comparison, so
it never occurred to her.
Day after day, Sue burned fat and built
muscle. The guys found it astoundingly
sensuous, watching this big, beautiful girl pumping enormous amounts of iron on
and on, her luscious biceps and quads growing ever larger, stronger, and better
defined. Working out had a sexual
component for Sue, as well, and as she continued to build her delicious body,
she would whisper to herself, in a contented moan, "Oh, yes... oh, please,
yes... I want more...".
Poor Colleen pushed herself as hard as she
could, trying desperately to keep up with Sue; but she just couldn't push that
hard without giving herself hiccups again and again. Now she could stand to work out with hiccups
for only so long; then, almost in tears, she'd fling her towel down disgustedly
and head for the showers. It seemed that
every day, she got hiccups a little sooner in her workout, and could stand them
for a little less time before she quit.
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Then, one day in early December, Colleen knew
that she was doomed. She was still
depressed about Jim, and she was still eating too much, still slowly gaining
more weight. She had no hope of burning
it off; when Sue was in the weight room, Colleen's stress level rose, and her
motivation and perseverance fell, and it seemed like the minute she started
working out, now, she got hiccups and had to stop. Oh, she supposed she could sneak over to the
weight room without Sue; but somehow, it just wasn't much fun anymore.
Sue, on the other hand, had lost a lot of weight. She was down to 210 pounds, where she wanted
to be, and even more of that was muscle than before. She'd lost a lot of the fat from her thighs,
and her quads and glutes were more powerful than ever. That day in December, she was wearing shorts
that weren't real short, but very tight to her well-developed thighs. She bet one of the guys that she could flex
her muscles and pop the seams on her shorts -- and she did.
Colleen knew that she would never beat Sue on
the tennis court now; she was 50 pounds lighter, and a major powerhouse!
Colleen gave up visiting the weight room, and
never dared play tennis with Sue again.
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Problems
in the Morning
Not long after that, Colleen began to experience
hiccups every morning.
At first, it was always during breakfast. That wasn't particularly strange; from time
to time in the past, she'd got hiccups while eating, though it had never before
been a daily occurrence.
Colleen tried adjusting the content of the meal,
trying to find the thing that was causing it.
First, she changed her beverage from soda to juice (which was a good
idea anyway). It didn't help. Next she tried eliminating bread
products. That didn't do any good
either. Finally she tried limiting
herself to very moist, bland food. Still
no luck.
She concluded that she was simply eating too fast,
and tried eating very slowly and deliberately.
Breakfast, she thought to herself, isn't supposed to be a trip through a
freakin' minefield! Still, here she was: "Let's see, first a bite of this... OK,
that went down alright, now a little of that... still fine, now some of this...
you're doing good, now a swallow of this... so far so (HIC!)." And that was the end of that meal.
Since she was trying to get her weight back down
anyway (or at least, to maintain it), she stopped eating breakfast altogether,
and for a couple days, she was OK.
But then, one morning, she came back into her
and Sue's room from the shower, a towel around her, holding her stomach, a look
of distress on her face. Sue saw her
body jump, and she told Sue, a note of distress in her voice, "I got 'em
again!"
After that, hiccups in the shower became a daily
occurrence, every single morning. After
a few days of that, Colleen started showering at night, instead; and again, for
a couple days, she was OK.
Then, one morning, just before it was time to
get up, both girls were awakened by a loud HIC!
Sue was pretty sure it wasn't her.
Colleen hiccupped loudly a couple more times, moaned, and turned over,
burying her face in her pillow. Whether
she was trying to stifle the noise, hold her breath, or commit suicide, Sue
couldn't tell, but across the room she could see Colleen's body continue to
bounce. Still half asleep, Sue groggily
asked the obvious, "Hiccups?"
Colleen just lifted her head from the pillow, hiccupped in reply, and buried
her face in her pillow again, hiccupping and moaning.
Colleen tried setting her alarm earlier and
earlier each day so she could wake up before her body woke her up with hiccups,
but her body continually adjusted to it.
She tried everything she could to outsmart her body, determined, as only
she could be, that her enemy would not defeat her; but she was working against
herself, and it seemed that somehow, some way, her body would sentence her to
at least an hour of hiccups every single morning! And the morning case was getting longer every
day.
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Friday morning came.
Getting ready for her first class, Colleen
watched herself hiccupping in the mirror.
She'd already squeezed into her jeans, but she struggled in vain to
button her blouse. She'd finally had to
admit that she wasn't going to lose the weight, and she'd bought larger, more
comfortable bras that fit her increasingly voluptuous anatomy. But her new bras had, of course, allowed her
enormous breasts more room to expand; she couldn't button many of her blouses
over them anymore at all, and she couldn't afford to replace all her blouses,
either. Now her hands pressed against
the soft fullness of her bosoms, as she tried to pull the blouse closed so she
could button it; but she had to admit, there was just no way.
She selected another newer, larger blouse, and
tried again. The soft fat on her
deliciously full chest bounced and shook with every hic, but at least she was
able to get this blouse buttoned over it.
Her stomach was another matter, though.
With every hiccup, it pooched out quite a bit, and the blouse was tight
over it to begin with; that made it difficult to get it buttoned, but she
managed it. Finally she was down to her
overflowing midriff, and she groaned; even this
blouse wouldn't button over it anymore, and she was obliged to leave the last
couple buttons undone, the soft, luscious fullness spilling out over her
waistline.
There was only one word to describe her body
now, she thought: Pfhttt. Just three months
ago, she'd definitely been "all that". Now she was just... all fat. She held her midriff, leaned against the
opposite wall, hiccupped and moaned.
Why, oh why, she thought, was this happening to her? Didn't she have enough trouble? She and her
boyfriend were still on the outs, maybe forever; she couldn't stop gaining
weight; she was a washout at tennis and in the weight room; finals were coming
up; and now she just had to get these
stupid hiccups every single freakin'
morning! She just didn't understand
it!
Maybe Colleen didn't understand it, but Sue
did. Colleen was so "type A"; her personality and drive always caused her
to be under significant stress, especially now, with finals coming. Sue was positive that Colleen's hiccups every
morning were a manifestation of stress.
Because Sue was interested only in improving her
own performance, not in competing against others, she never did realize that,
by stealing Colleen's circle of admirers in the weight room, and taking from
Colleen any hope of beating her at tennis, she
had contributed to Colleen's stress level as well. Sue really did want to be a good friend to
Colleen, but the two girls were on such
different wavelengths, it was difficult for Sue to continually see herself from
Colleen's competitive perspective.
Sue did
understand well enough that, whatever the source of Colleen's stress, Jim had
provided her with a safety valve, a way to get rid of it, a way to get some
relief from it. Now he was gone, and
there was no such relief; the breakup itself was probably causing Colleen even more stress, on top of what she normally
had; and the hiccups, which resulted from the stress, caused more still. Colleen was getting into a downward spiral,
and Sue felt that she just had to
find a way to get her to relax a bit.
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Sue's
Own Memorable Cases
Sue greatly sympathized with Colleen. Sue herself would get hiccups only about
twice a year, so Colleen had never observed Sue with a case.
But if Colleen thought her own hiccups were loud, wrenching, and acutely embarrassing, she had
no idea what Sue's were like! Everything
about Sue was larger and more powerful than Colleen, so perhaps it was no
surprise that Sue's hiccups were much
worse than anything Colleen had ever
encountered in herself!
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It was rare, but once in a while, Sue's body was
considerate, even accommodating.
One memorable Spring day, the year she graduated
from high school, she'd just finished lunch and was getting ready for an
afternoon of plowing. She actually liked
running heavy farm equipment in a distant field, far from everyone else. She enjoyed the solitude; it gave her a
chance to think.
But that day, it gave her body a chance for
something very different. No sooner did
she get out to the field and begin plowing, than she started to hiccup. She repeatedly tried holding her breath, and
drinking from her water bottle, but the hiccups kept right on coming.
After a while, she gave up trying to stop. She figured that she hadn't had a case for at
least six months, and her body just probably wanted a good hiccup. At least, it had thoughtfully waited 'til she
was as far from everyone else as humanly possible, so she didn't have to be
embarrassed!
So she kept on plowing and hiccupping, and
eventually she just relaxed and let her body have what it wanted. She sang and hiccupped. She yodeled and hiccupped. And after a while, she was going pretty good,
and she figured, "What the hey, I got 'em anyhow, might as well go for
personal best!" The tomboy in her
emerged, and she hiccupped full-volume with delicious abandon; she couldn't
actually measure the loudness very accurately, but some of them were surely
contenders!
She actually found herself getting a little
turned on; maybe it was the loss of control, coupled with the sense of freedom,
but she was majorly enjoying herself, just lettin' 'em rip as forcefully as she
could! Her hiccups were incredibly
powerful, even violent, but she didn't care if it hurt; this was a
once-in-a-lifetime chance to cut loose, and she loved it!
She hiccupped for four solid hours, all the
while she was plowing. But, as soon as
she returned to the barn, her body thoughtfully shut them down, and nobody ever
knew!
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But occasions such as those were the great
exception. Sue had long known there was
little about her that anyone would think of as "dainty" or
"frilly," but still, she had a girl's sensitivity, and her occasional
attacks of killer hiccups had caused her acute embarrassment on numerous
occasions in her life.
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Sue had always been a big girl. She remembered the time she'd gone to her
first party where there'd be dancing with boys!
She'd been incredibly nervous, and with good reason; she'd already been
taller and heavier than most of the boys, and none of them had wanted to dance
with her.
And then, all of a sudden, it looked as though
one might be interested! It was the
oldest of the Miller boys from down the road; he, too, was big for his age, and
he might be coming over to her! She
smiled coyly, and tried desperately to fold her body up as small as possible.
He indeed came over to her, and brought her a
cup of soda. She giggled, thanked him
and drank it. And then she started to
hiccup as only she could, and that was the end of that!
The other girls had beautiful memories of
dancing with a special boy, and maybe of him stealing a kiss. She
had a memory of being in the kitchen, her girlfriend's mom giving her honey and
sugar and peanut butter and God knows what else. And then, a memory of them putting a paper bag over her head, and her hearing the
Miller boy come into the kitchen to see how she was, while she was standing
there looking as ridiculous as possible, with a bag on her head, and her getting even more embarrassed than ever, and her hiccups just getting worse and worse!
And finally, a memory of her mom coming to take her home early.
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She remembered another time, the summer before
9th grade; she had just turned 14, and she was already 5-foot-11. She was over 180 pounds then, which, for that
height, was not terribly excessive. But
still, she was big, and she knew it; and at 14, she was less than comfortable
with her body image, less than secure in her looks.
She was shopping for school clothes in the store
in town with her mom, trying to find something attractive in her size. Clothes for girls as tall as she was, were
few and far between, and those the store did have were mostly for very thin
girls.
As the fruitless search continued, her mom got
increasingly frustrated, and kept grumbling about how a 14 year-old girl didn't
need to be over 180 pounds, and how this would be a lot easier if she'd just
lose some weight. Sue didn't feel that
she should have to change her body for the store's convenience, and grumbled
that it wasn't up to the store to tell everybody in town what they should look
like!
Her mom countered that they stocked clothes in
the most popular sizes, and it was Sue that was out of step. Sue countered that maybe these weren't the most popular sizes; maybe
they were sold out of all of those,
and these were left because they didn't fit
anybody!
Her mom informed her that the store had been
there for fifty years, and they certainly ought to know what kind of clothes to
stock. Sue, becoming increasingly upset,
informed her mom that this store was part of a chain, and for all she knew, the
chain had stores in New York City too, and they probably stocked them all the
same, and she knew she wasn't some skinny little secretary from New York City,
but darn it, she was a farm girl, and she couldn't help it, and why did they have to live on that stupid farm anyway, and she hated her body and her life and
everybody and everything!
Sue burst into tears of frustration. And then, oh, did she get hiccups! They were so
powerful, she just couldn't keep her
mouth closed, 'cause it just killed
her ears; and if she opened her mouth, you could hear her all over the store! She was so
humiliated, all she wanted to do was just disappear,
and at her size, that was the one
thing she just couldn't do; all she could do was just stand there and hiccup
-- and hiccup -- and hiccup -- 'til
everybody in the store was staring at
her, and finally even her mom got
embarrassed and took her out!
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Folks used to say, only half jokingly, that
girls out her way got all their education in three places: The school, the church, and the barn. Of course, that wasn't true; her mom taught
her all about running a household, too!
But the barn had indeed been the site of her first smoke, her first
drink, and her first time.
She could almost laugh about her first time,
now; it had nearly been her last! She was dating the oldest Miller boy, the
same boy who'd brought her the soda at the party; by the time they were both
18, he'd grown to a strapping youth, 6-foot-2.
He'd always liked her, and as a couple, they "fit" well, with
her being only a couple inches shorter.
They were saying their goodbyes just before she
left for college. He was afraid that
college would change her; maybe she wouldn't want to come back, and even if she
did, maybe she'd be so different, she
wouldn't care about him anymore.
She had every intention of coming back, she told
him. She was going to try to do what her
father had done: Get her teaching
degree, but also take courses that would help her run the farm, really make something out of it. Her own parents' farm was adjacent to the
Miller farm, so, although they both had brothers, and the future was far from
certain, there were many possibilities.
They decided to seal their love, and headed into
the hayloft. They were about halfway
done when she heard her father come into the barn unexpectedly. Everything was cool; they just had to stay
perfectly quiet and still until he left.
But she already was breathing hard, and now, with fear piled on top of
excitement, she was breathing harder than ever.
You can guess what happened next. It couldn't be a cute little "heek"
or "hup", or even a louder "hic" or "huck"; no,
it just had to be one of her trademark two-syllable "specials," a
full-volume, wrenching "HIC-CUP!"
that tore through her chest with so much force, it actually hurt! She was very
glad that one was a teaser!
Of course her father heard it; hell, it had
scared the horses! "Sue?" he
called, looking toward the hayloft.
"You up there?"
She could no more deny it than she could fly;
all she could hope to do was to delay.
There was no earthly reason for her to be up there, especially with the
Miller boy! She knew what it would look
like; it would look like she was -- well, doing what she was doing! As she and the Miller boy frantically
disengaged and got dressed, she nervously called back down, "Yeah, pa,
just saying goodbye to everything..."
Right, he thought, his daughter was up in the
hayloft, saying goodbye to the hay! To
him, it sounded like an awfully noisy
goodbye, and he quietly began ascending the ladder. She, hearing no response, kept talking to him
as she got dressed, calling nervously, "I-- I'm just being silly and
sentimental, pa... I'll be down in a minute..."
The two lovers just managed to make themselves
presentable before her father arrived in the hayloft. The Miller boy had briefly entertained the
possibility of hiding behind the bales of hay, but it was too late now! Still, they'd not been caught in the act, so
her father just gave them a fishy-eyed look and said, "And I suppose he's one of the 'things' you're up here
saying goodbye to?"
That, needless to say, was the end of that rendezvous!
---
So Sue was profoundly
sympathetic to anyone else who was troubled with hiccups. She would have been horrified to realize how many of Colleen's attacks she had actually caused!
But Colleen and Sue could not have been more
different. Colleen couldn't help but compete, while Sue was just
content to do well. Colleen hated the little town they came from,
and would probably stay in the city after college, while Sue couldn't wait to
return home. Hiccups had caused both
girls acute embarrassment at various times in their lives; but even so, the day
while Sue was plowing all alone and couldn't stop, she'd eventually accepted it
and even had fun with it, while Colleen would have just got all hyper and
nervous and tense.
So as good a friend to Colleen as Sue tried to
be, she just didn't understand her, and she couldn't help but step on Colleen's
toes at every opportunity; and everything she tried, and everything she did,
just made Colleen's problems worse and worse.
---
Problems
at the Club
Friday night came. Sue and several of the other girls from their
floor were going club-hopping, and Sue persuaded Colleen to join them. Colleen, a luscious 180 pounds, wore a black,
low-cut bare-midriff blouse which really showed off her generously curvacious
form, and black, very short shorts; maybe, she figured, she'd meet somebody
new.
After everybody had had a few beers, they were
all pretty happy and silly, and everybody was having a great time drinking and
dancing, even Colleen. But Sue's plan to
get Colleen to relax soon backfired. You
just knew that with drinking beer quickly and laughing a lot, somebody was going to get hiccups, and
wouldn't you know it, it would have to be Colleen. She developed a stubborn case about 9
PM. Usually she'd get real up-tight
about it right away, but she already had a pleasant buzz on, and so she didn't
much care.
As the evening went on, and the girls visited
one club after another, up and down the strip, Colleen became aware that her
hiccups weren't stopping. She soon
realized that it was 10 PM and she'd had them for an hour already. By then all the girls were pleasantly blotto,
and everything seemed funny. Their
attempts to get Colleen to stop just got everybody laughing harder than ever,
and only made matters worse.
Out on the dance floor about midnight, Sue
noticed that Colleen was missing. She
found her, back at their table. Colleen
was exhausted; she had folded her arms on the table in front of her, and put
her head down, but Sue could still see her body shaking with every hic. Colleen was increasingly not having a good time; the beer was wearing off, and these hiccups
were really starting to bother her now.
Finally she decided she'd had enough, and she headed back to the dorm to
take care of herself.
---
Colleen
Can't Stop
The bars closed at 2 AM, and the other girls
headed back to the dorm themselves, a little the worse for wear. Sue entered the room she shared with Colleen,
and found Colleen sitting in the easy chair in the corner, looking frustrated
and miserable, still hiccupping away.
Sue had actually had a little less to drink than the others, and was in
pretty good shape herself. She was
dismayed to find Colleen still having trouble, and she was sorry she'd let her
go off alone.
"Oh, honey," she said, "you still got hiccups? I'm so sorry, I woulda come back with you if
I'd known it was that bad..."
Sue tried everything she could think of to help
Colleen to stop, but Colleen herself had already tried many of the same cures
with no success.
---
The dorm rooms were arranged in pairs, separated
by a shared bathroom containing sinks, an enclosed lavatory, and a shower. Sue heard the girls in the adjoining room
come into the bathroom, and realized that they were just getting in
themselves. The main part of the
bathroom, containing the sinks, was common ground at all times, so Sue went in,
told them about Colleen's problem, and asked if they knew any good cures.
The girls were Kim and Nina, and they had become
good friends to Colleen and Sue. It
almost seemed as though the girls had been paired up wrong. Sue and Nina were large girls, laid-back and
quiet, whereas Colleen and Kim were closer to average height, and more
aggressive; so it was no surprise that Sue had bonded well with Nina, and
Colleen with Kim.
Nina herself was no stranger to hiccups, (Nina's own recent experiences with hiccups
are recorded in the story "Nina") and Kim and Nina came right in
and helped Colleen try all the cures they knew.
But about 3:30, with no success, they had to give up. They wished Colleen good luck and went back
to their room.
---
"(hic!) It's no use," Colleen told Sue, sounding
very upset and depressed, "I can't stop.
I'm (hic!) just gonna sit in
the common area (hic!) so you can get
some sleep!"
Sue hated that idea, but Colleen stood firm; she
grabbed a blanket, and out the door she went.
At least, she thought, she could curl up in one of the easy chairs in
the common area, and she wouldn't bother anybody. Colleen was proud, and didn't want Sue to
resent her presence in the room.
---
About 4 AM, Sue came out to see how Colleen was
doing; even though Colleen hadn't returned to the room, Sue hoped that maybe
Colleen had just fallen asleep, and her hiccups maybe had stopped. No such luck!
Sue found Colleen curled up in an easy chair, looking out the window;
her hiccups were as bad as ever!
"C'mon back in the room, pleeease?"
Sue asked her. "I can't sleep
knowing you're out here. Maybe we can
try some more remedies in the room. You
can't do anything for yourself out here!"
"(hic!) Jim knows how to cure my hiccups,"
Colleen replied, "(hic!) He's done it before."
"Well, why can't I do what Jim does?"
Sue wanted to know.
"Tr(hic!)ust me," replied Colleen,
sounding miserable, "you can't!
I'll give myself an(hic!)other hour, then I'll just have to go and (hic!) eat crow."
Sue understood.
To lose her hiccups, Colleen needed to come, and she'd never mastered
the art of bringing herself. Maybe she
was too intense, too up-tight. She
needed real, honest-to-goodness sex. She
needed Jim.
---
Sue at least got Colleen to come back into the
room and lie down, but an hour later, she was still no better, and at 5 AM, Sue
heard Colleen get up again. "You
goin'?" asked Sue.
"(hic!)
Yeah," replied Colleen, sounding awfully discouraged, "I just gotta get rid of (hic!) these hiccups
somehow!" Then she quipped
sarcastically, "After all, it's almost (hic!) time for my morning
case, and I'd (hic!) hate to miss it!"
And so, at 5 AM, Colleen left the dorm and made
her way over to Jim's.
---
Reunion
Jim had a studio apartment not far from the
campus. It was as tiny as possible, no
bigger than the dorm room Colleen shared with Sue, but at least it was all his,
and right now, that was important to Colleen!
The building was old and decrepit, and the
system for entering was primitive.
Anybody could enter the foyer, but then you needed a key to enter the
building proper, or you had to ring a tenant's bell and have them come down and
let you in. There was no intercom, nor
was there any way the tenant could "buzz" you in.
Colleen really
didn't want to ring the bell at this hour; she didn't know if Jim would come
down at this time of the morning if he wasn't expecting anyone. Besides, she knew how obscenely loud the bell
was up in the apartment. The first time
she'd ever come there, it had been because she'd got hiccups on a date with
him, and they'd needed to get rid of them their favorite way; but before they'd
had a chance to get started, someone had rung the bell, she'd jumped a foot in
the air, and it had scared the hiccups out of her! She'd been glad to lose them, though it hadn't
been the cure she'd been looking forward to.
So today, Colleen didn't ring the bell. She just waited on the sidewalk for a few
minutes, looking through the glass of the door, until she saw a man approaching
from the other end of the hall. Then she
timed her walk up the path so that she arrived at the door just as he did, seemingly by pure coincidence.
Of course he held the door for a lady; he might
be a working stiff, he thought, but he was certainly no ignorant slob! Besides, the poor kid looked like her day was
already off to a bad start -- or, since she was probably coming home at 5 AM
with hiccups, a bad end.
---
Jim heard a gentle tapping on his door. Imagine his surprise when he opened it and
found Colleen standing there, some 30 pounds heavier than he remembered,
hiccupping away, her hand over her mouth to keep as much of the noise down as
possible. She motioned that she wanted
to come in.
Colleen was proud, but she was also desperate,
and she crafted an appeal that she figured he just couldn't refuse. She
started, in a small voice, "(hic!) Honey, I've had the hiccups for eight (hic!) hours now, and I just can't
stop! (hic!) We tried everything
else, and there's just (hic!) one
thing left. Would you help me? (hic!) I'd really appreciate it!"
Colleen was even willing to apologize, if she
had to. She waited to see if that was
necessary; if it wasn't, she thought, there was no point in giving anything
away for no good reason. Her stupid
hiccups may have defeated her once again, and delivered her into Jim's hands,
but she would try to salvage whatever pride, and whatever advantage, she still
could. As much as Jim had meant to her
over the last four years, he wasn't her lover now, but, since their argument,
her opponent. She just had to keep
telling herself that; she couldn't afford to weaken.
Jim wasn't nearly as "devoted" to
their argument as Colleen was. He didn't
want to go crawling back to her, but
he was willing to let their disagreements pass and move on. He was glad to see her again under any
circumstances, and she was really turning him on now. Her low-cut blouse exposed her enormous
breasts, the sweet softness bouncing with every hic. There was some nice action on her voluptuous
midriff as well; the sensuous fullness overflowed the tops of her short, tight
shorts, and he enjoyed touching it again as they embraced, his hands slowly
massaging every luscious bit of it.
Colleen needed Jim to get turned on if he was
going to help her, so if he enjoyed caressing her fat midriff, she guessed that
was fine with her. Oh, she thought, it
had felt so good when he'd held her
before! But today it was just something
she had to put up with. She had to keep
telling herself that; she couldn't afford to weaken.
Jim knew that, for his part, he'd certainly have
no trouble giving Colleen what she needed, but he wondered about Colleen
herself. He could see that she was
already exhausted and upset, and he wondered if she could even come now.
But that was the funny thing about Colleen. On the surface, she often seemed to be the
unpleasant Ice Queen, but lurking just below the surface was a volcano of
sexual passion. Maybe it was just
another manifestation of the intensity that Colleen brought to everything she
did. There was nothing easy-going about
her; she worked hard, she played hard, she even hiccupped hard, and when she came, she came hard.
They began making love. Her breathing was accelerating. Oh, she thought, she'd always enjoyed this so
much before! But today it was just a hiccup cure. She had to keep telling herself that; she
couldn't afford to weaken.
He was being far too gentle, she thought. He always was, with her, wasn't he? He really did love her so much, didn't he? And
maybe it was silly to throw all this
away? Oh, why did he have to be so
obstinate? Why couldn't he just admit he
was wrong, and apologize? She certainly wasn't going to, if that's what he thought! She had to find a way to get around his
stubbornness and get back together!
They were still making love. He was still being far too gentle. She needed to get done before she ran out of
energy; she needed to light a fire under him in a way she never had before. She sensed that the extra weight she'd gained
really did turn him on, and she had an idea:
"(hic!)
C'mon, big boy, get me (hic!) up
there! I'll make you (hic!) a deal: You like
my (hic!) fat midriff? You like my (hic!) fat boobs? I'll put on (hic!) ten more pounds for you!"
It was working like a carrot on a stick! She continued, breathing and hiccupping
faster, pushing him harder, "(hic!)
Oh, yes, just (hic!) think of
it, (hic!) ten more pounds (hic!) of
luscious fat (hic!) overflowing my midriff, (hic!) ten more pounds (hic!) of delicious fat (hic!) bouncing my
boobs! (hic!) My fat thighs (hic!) will even pop (hic!) the
seams on (hic!) my shorts, if (hic!) that's what you want! (hic!)
C'mon, big boy, (hic!) just do
it, (hic!) and you can have it! (hic!)
It's all yours!"
Soon she was breathing even faster, getting
hotter and hotter, and her hiccups were accelerating even more. She started talking dirty to him now; it was
a "power" thing, and she was doing it more to get herself worked up to climax, than to get
more out of him.
It wasn't long before she was in the midst of a
mind-blowing orgasm, screaming curses and profanities and hiccupping at full
volume. Jim grinned and bore it. At least the neighbors would know he was
getting some. But who would ever have
believed that all this racket could be coming from the Ice Queen?
She came, with a volley of powerful hiccups that
shook her body violently, and then she was done. Her orgasm had had the desired effect, and
her hiccups had finally stopped. She
really was exhausted now, and she just murmured "Thanks..." before
drifting off to sleep. Jim soon fell
asleep beside her.
---
When Jim woke up, he found that she was
gone. He sighed; no note, nothing. Well, if she was going to put on ten pounds
for him, he guessed that meant they were back together. Maybe Colleen hadn't intended that to happen
-- not consciously, at least. But even
Colleen could get only so much milage out of their argument, and some part of
her must have been looking for a way
to get things back to normal. Besides,
in her own mind, she really had "won" this round, so maybe they were
"even" now; she'd proposed a deal, he'd accepted, and she'd got what
she wanted on her terms.
Well, anyway, Colleen had made an agreement, and
he knew she'd go through with it; she might be eating ten ice cream sundaes
right now! She was a determined girl, and if she said she'd do something, she'd do it!
She'd never admit it, but even though the terms were hers, she'd made a
major concession; he knew how much she must have hated the weight she'd already gained, and now she was adding
ten more pounds, just because she'd
promised she would! She'd known he
couldn't refuse that!
Jim saw that her solution was really
ingenious: She'd got what she needed,
given him what he wanted, and got them back together, without having to settle
their argument at all! He smiled. Sometimes it wasn't easy dating the Ice
Queen, but he guessed he was used to it; it was all part of the package.
---
Epilogue
Colleen did gain the extra ten pounds that she'd
promised Jim, and she and he did get back together.
But Colleen remained competitive, driven, and
intense, and her lifelong problem remained in evidence. The final semester was starting, and with it
there would be career decisions, interviews, and more stress than ever!
It is said that some people greet each new day
with a song in their heart; Colleen's overstressed body greeted each new day
with a case of hiccups.
She was tired of hiccupping for hours every
morning, and soon found herself paying regular early-morning visits to Jim's,
for one of his special cures. She soon
grew weary of trekking all the way over to Jim's every morning, too; and for
the final semester, she left the dorm and moved in with him.
They were both 21 now, and really were so very
much in love; this was a dream come true for both of them. But it had been a big step; they hadn't had
the courage to take it, until Colleen's problem had pushed them into it.
It was funny, Jim thought, how Colleen's hiccups
had been the cause of each of the major developments in their
relationship. Her hiccups in English
class had caused him to ask her out on their first date; hiccups at the
drive-in had given them their "first time"; hiccups had brought them
back together again after their fight; and now, hiccups had once again helped
to bring their relationship to the next level.
---
They'd fall asleep at night in each other's
arms, their bodies close together, his athletically taut, hers sweetly
voluptuous. Sometimes he would wake up
first, and in the soft light of early morning he would look at her as she lay
sleeping, a gentle smile on her face, as though she were having a pleasant
dream. How he wished this moment could
last forever, his Colleen enjoying a welcome respite, with no tension, no
stress, no hiccups.
But then, all too soon, the hiccups would come,
and she'd frown a bit, eyes still closed, and she'd gently moan. Her hiccups would relentlessly coax her
awake, and as she came to herself, she'd open her eyes, and she'd only then
seem to remember where she was, and who she was with.
She'd smile, a gentle smile, and they'd kiss, a
gentle kiss; and as she snuggled close to him, her soft, full abdomen would
press into his body, and he would delight to feel the pulses passing through it
as it pooched slightly with every hic.
It was a strange contradiction he could never fully understand: He did so love this woman, and hated the fact
that her hiccups made her so unhappy; and yet, when she'd hic, there was
something so sensuous about it, he couldn't help but get aroused. After a couple of minutes, she'd smile
gently, and murmur something like, "(hic!) Well, you gonna do something about this, (hic!) or what?" Jim was
invariably ready to help, and he had Colleen feeling better very soon.
It didn't always have to be a screaming orgasm;
she didn't even always have to get up to one hic per second. Many times it was just a gentle, yet
passionate, expression of their love, and she came quickly and spontaneously
from the sheer joy of sharing with this man she loved so much.
Colleen had always been self-reliant, and hated
dependency of any kind. But in the end,
she knew that she had to depend on Jim for this one thing every morning; and as
she became used to it, she softened a bit, and became more open to other kinds
of giving and sharing, more open to other kinds of give-and-take, more open to
the thousand daily compromises, adjustments, and changes in course that make a
relationship work over the long run. Her
hiccups had helped her to learn a greater lesson than she'd ever learned in
school.
She never lost her drive to succeed, but as her
attitude softened, she learned how to become more flexible in all things, how
to bend instead of breaking; her stress level diminished, and her hiccups
lessened, too.
---
So graduation came, and with it, a
proposal. There was little doubt that
almost any man who married Colleen would be getting the better part of the
deal: She was smart, sexy, accomplished,
and certainly everything Jim could ever have wanted. And to tell the truth, Colleen could have
done a lot worse than marry Jim, too.
Colleen accepted his proposal -- but she was
still a negotiator, and it came with a condition. She had held her weight at 190 ever since
they'd got back together, since that was the agreement she'd made, and nobody
ever accused Colleen of not doing what she'd promised! But now, the previous deal was off; if Jim
wanted her, he'd have to take her 40 pounds lighter, at her original weight of
150. She had no intention of getting
married at 190 pounds!
So Jim "let" Colleen lose the 30
pounds she'd gained while they were apart, plus the ten she'd promised when
they got back together; and he had to admit, as much as he had liked her
"big," the Colleen that emerged was more seductively sensuous than
ever, and she made the most beautiful bride anyone could remember.
So Colleen and Jim lived in peace and
contentment 'til the end of their days, and the warmth of their love melted the
Ice Queen forever.
---
jimandgina3@juno.com