7 Minutes in Heaven Pt. 01

They called it 7 Minutes in Heaven. God knows why.

Show me one teenager who had a moment of true happiness, shoved into the closet by their sexually confused high school friends, pressured to get it on with whoever happened to be thrown in there with them. More often than not, it was an exercise in humiliation.

This definitely the purpose for Evan. A skinny, awkward emo kid with the shaggy black hair and ever-present headphones. No one at the party was really sure how he'd gotten there. No one at the party was really friends with Evan. So Evan was easy pickings for the beer-drunk jocks looking to humiliate an outsider.

And humiliation was certainly the goal for Kelly, who'd been shoved in there with Evan.

"Let us out, you jerks!" she cried, pounding on the door.

"You've only got 6 and a half minutes left!" they shouted back. "Better get to it!"

"Assholes!"

The cackling outside the door was the only response they'd get.

Kelly turned and sheepishly regarded Evan.

"Sorry about this," she said to him, warm and sympathetic despite the circumstances.

"It's not your fault," he mumbled with a shrug.

Evan looked furtively at Kelly. She was radiant. Golden skin, big green eyes, full lips. Her body at once athletic and womanly. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl in school.

"Don't think I've ever seen you at one of these parties. Didn't think this would be your scene."

"It's not. You know Mike Wiggins?"

"No, sorry, I don't."

"He's my neighbour. Just joined the lacrosse team. Second stringer. We used to be close, but ever since got big enough to play sports..."

"Right, I get it," she smiled, tucking a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.

"We're still close enough for him to drag me along so he doesn't have go show up alone, then ditch me as soon as he gets a favourable greeting.."

"Oh yeah, I know how those guys can be."

Evan looked at her suspiciously.

"You're Kelly Bowe, aren't you?"

"Yeah. You're Ethan?"

"Evan."

"Oh, right. Evan. Sorry."

"That's okay."

It was nice to hear her say his name, even if she'd probably never remember it.

"I just realized I said sorry like 3 times in a row," she said. He couldn't believe she was being so nice to him.

"It's okay."

There was a charge to the situation. Theoretically they were supposed to be making out, although Evan knew what an impossibility that was.

"Those guys are just trying to get back at me."

"Why? Aren't you friends with them?"

"Not really. They're Darren's friends."

"Oh."

Darren Vant Hoff was the Captain of the lacrosse team. Whatever you're picturing, you're right. He was big, popular, and cruel.

"So why would they put you in here with me?"

"Darren and I split up. Actually I dumped him. I caught him making out with Christina Phillips at the bonfire. He tried to apologize, but I wouldn't take him back. I think his friends are trying to embarrass me."

"You mean, by shoving you in here with me?"

"Yeah. Oh, I mean, no, just..."

"Hey, no, it's alright. I get it. It's not your fault."

Kelly tried to say something, but she didn't want to just keep apologizing. She really was a kind person, despite the company she kept.

"Look, I'm just gonna listen to some music until they let us out," said Evan. He slipped his headphones on and sat down against the wall. Eyes closed, he was safe for a moment.

A minute passed, and Evan felt a body beside him. A tap on the shoulder. He opened his eyes.

"Can I listen?" she asked. It was hard to resist.

"I'm not sure you'd like it.

"Hey, you don't know what I like."

She had a point. He passed her the headphones, and she lit up to the sounds of Airbag, the opening track off OK Computer.

"Oh, I love this album!"

"You do?"

"In an interstellar burst, I am back to save the universe..."

Her voice was astonishing. He'd never heard her sing before. He'd only ever heard her chanting along with the rest of the cheer squad.

She listened until the end of the track, then took them off.

"Sorry, I'm hogging them."

"I don't mind."

"I think I've ruined your night enough, the least I can do is not steal your music."

"You haven't."

"What?"

"You haven't ruined my night."

"No?"

"No."

"I'm glad to hear that. You're a pretty cool guy."

"So are you. I mean, not a guy."

"I know what you mean."

A moment of real energy passed between them. Impossible, but true.

"You know what song I really love?" she asked. "Lucky. It's gonna be a glorious day!"

"I feel my luck could change," he croaked off key.

She smiled. If it weren't them, if it weren't here, in this closet, you'd swear these two people were falling in love. Then the door opened.

"Kelly, the fuck are you doing?"

Darren grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out.

"Hey, let go of me! Your goddamn loser friends are the one who shoved me in."

"Hope that freak didn't try to rape you."

"Fuck you, Darren!"

"Come on, I'll drive you home."

"Fine, but you better not be drunk."

"I had like 2 beers! Don't be a bitch. I love you."

He led her back through the crowded party, vanishing out some sliding glass doors.

Evan dragged himself up and headed for the front door. Mike came up to him out of the kitchen.

"Damn, was that Kelly Bowe?"

"Guess so," Evan said and put on his headphones. Mike said something else, but Evan didn't hear it.

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10 Years Later

The things is, some people just drift in and out of your life.

Evan never really saw Kelly again after that night. Sure, he saw her around school, and maybe they shared a nod of acknowledgement, but they never spoke. A few months later they graduated, and Evan left for college and never looked back. Guys like him didn't do well in towns like that.

In addition to loving music, Evan made it. He studied music production in school. He found work in a recording studio, and posted some of his original compositions online. Some of his tracks were shared widely, and as buzz started to form he snagged some promising opportunities to compose music for video games, and later even a few movies. Life was good.

Or at least, work was. Evan had grown out of his awkward phase and as an adult cut a fine figure. He cleaned up a bit but still threw a bit of that emo edge, and his wiry frame filled out with some muscle mass due to regular workouts. Still, Evan remained fairly shy and solitary. But with one exception.

He followed his instincts and found his way into his local kink scene. He attended some theme nights and joined some online communities, discovering his love for fetish and bdsm. His tastes were fairly moderate as these things go. He wasn't huge into inflicting pain, but he did enjoy the feeling of control. And he did well. He had many satisfied partners. But no one he got close to.

And then things took another turn.

Evan was raised by a single mother, and his only real misgivings about leaving home was leaving her alone. And now her health was faltering. Which meant Evan went home.

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Being back in the old neighbourhood was always a little surreal. It was the same but different. Even the old high school had been renovated to the point of being unrecognizable.

He slept in his old bedroom for the first time in years. Though he was different, things were different, he couldn't help feel some of the old dread creep in as headlights crossed the ceiling.

The next morning was a busy one. He had all sorts of errands to run, helping his mother and getting the house set up for her. He bought groceries and visited Home Depot, and with a car full of supplies he decided to stop at the diner and grab a bite.

He sat down in one of the chipped red vinyl booths and perused the laminated menu. The places hadn't changed except for the prices. And obviously, some new waitresses.

Speaking of which, Evan felt a shadow fall on him. "Can I get you started with some coffee?"

He looked up to see a familiar face, but the unfamiliar context meant it took him a moment to place it.

"Sure, coffee please."

"Coming right... hey, don't I know you?"

It was her. The same but... different.

"Are you Kelly?"

"Yes! Oh my god, you're... oh!"

It was coming back to her. In real time Evan watched her expression change from blanket friendliness to extroverted positivity to something else. A realization of a shared history, even if it had only lasted 7 minutes.

"Evan. You remember me?"

"I do. Let me get you that coffee."

Something was wrong, and wasn't him. She seemed shook. And as she walked away Evan realized something that hand't clicked right away. She had gained quite a lot of weight.

Not that Evan minded. In fact, he preferred it. And unconsciously, his body responded to Kelly's new proportions with a powerful urgency. But her new shape was so incongruous with his memories of her that it took him a moment to reconcile. How had his generation's golden girl gone from head of the class cheerleader to mombod waitress in the span of a lost decade? His curiosity was piqued.

She came back over a moment later, one hand holding the coffee pot, the other covering her pudgy tummy. She poured and spoke without looking at him.

"Here's your cheque. I'm off now, so if you need anything else you can ask one of the other girls."

She slid the slip across the table and walked away, wide ass swaying in the tight polyester uniform.

Evan was perplexed. He felt like he'd intruded on her somehow, scared her off. Maybe she thought he was stalking her. He picked up the cheque and at first it made no sense to him. The number was weird. But then he realized it wasn't a price, it was a phone number. At the top it said "You've Been Served By KELLY". Strange.

He went out to his car and texted the number. "Hi, it's Evan."

He waited.

"Evan! It's Kelly. Sorry I freaked, I was just so surprised to see you."

"Funny running into you after all this time."

Three dots appeared, then vanished. This happened a few times. He decided to help her out.

"I'm glad I ran into you. It's nice to see a familiar face while I'm back in town."

"Totally. Are you here long?"

"Not sure yet. I don't really know anyone here besides my mom."

Three dots again. This time she came through.

"That's too bad :("

Was she leaving an opening?

"Maybe you'd want to have a drink together, fill me in on what I've missed?"

"I'd love that. How about 8 at the Granite?"

"See you then."

It was only after putting his phone down that he realized what had just happened. He was meeting Kelly Bowe for a drink. And she looked great. His head spun.

He went home, cleaned up, checked on his mom. He made it to the Granite, an longstanding pub in the old neighbourhood, at 7:54. It was fairly quiet, a Wednesday in early spring. He found a booth near the back and texted Kelly.

He didn't have to wait long before he saw her. She entered the bar in slow motion. She had made an effort but clearly wasn't totally sure how to dress for her new size. Her hair was shiny and moved freely. She wore tight jeans with heels, and a silky top that covered her belly and showed just a bit of cleavage, under a casual jacket.

"Hi!" She stood, clearly inviting a hug. He stood and wrapped his arms around her, instantly intoxicated by the pillowy softness of her body. He felt himself getting hard already and disengaged from the hug, long before he would have liked to. They sat.

"Wow, Evan! It's been forever."

"Totally. How are you?"

"Me? I'm great. But more importantly, how are you? Is it weird to be back home?"

"A little bit. It's the same, but different."

"Yeah I guess it is. When you see it everyday, you don't notice the little changes. But I guess when you see all the changes all at once... it feels totally different."

Kelly tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down. They'd both picked up the subtext of what she'd said. He changed the subject.

"What would you like to drink? I'm buying."

"No! You don't have to do that."

"It's ok, it's my pleasure."

"Ok then. A vodka soda please."

The waitress appeared.

"Two vodka sodas."

"So tell me everything," she said eagerly. "I've always wondered what happened to you."

"You have?"

She smiled. She was always so friendly to everyone. But he felt like she meant it.

Evan filled her in on the simple details. His work, his move, his mother's health. He made a few passing references to his personal life, but nothing specific.

"So you're single?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm dated, and I have a fairly active... social life? But no, never met that right person."

"Sure, I understand." she looked a little sad. The drinks arrived.

"To old friends."

She smiled and they clinked glasses. They drank.

"How about you? What have you been up to in the last decade?"

She bit her lip. He could tell she had something to say.

"It's been hard."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You seemed to have everything figured out back then."

"Oh, I didn't. I was totally lost. You know the tale. Popular girl, everyone projects onto you. But secretly the other girls hate you and the guys just wanna get in your pants."

"Oh. You had me fooled. You were always such a nice person."

"It's important to be nice."

"I was a total weirdo. No real friends. I'm just glad I had music."

"Radiohead, right?"

"You remember that?"

"Of course! I actually... I've thought about that night a lot. Wishing maybe I'd made different choices. You remember Darren? My boyfriend in high school?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well... never mind. I shouldn't go on and on about my sad little story."

Evan surprised himself by touching her hand. "It's okay, I don't mind."

Kelly squeezed his hand and nodded.

"Darren was always a little difficult. We were on and off all through high school. After graduation, he proposed, and we decided to wait until after college to get married. We got into different schools. That's when things started to get worse."

She drained her drink.

"He was cheating on me. Growing colder, more distant. He started treating me badly, gaslighting me when I confronted him. He started losing his hair, and he accused me of wasting his best years. Then junior year he dumped me over the phone. And I just fell apart."

Tears formed in her eyes.

"I dropped out of school, moved back home. I started eating, gained all this weight. I felt like a failure."

"I'm sorry all that happened to you."

"I always worried what other people thought. Dated who I thought I should, was friends with who I thought I should. You weren't like that."

"I cared what people thought about me. I couldn't help it though. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd tried to change their minds."

"It's too bad. I wished I'd gotten to know you better then. Not waited until it was too late."

Evan's heart was breaking a little for this poor woman.

"I was always too needy. And now I'm just a fat waitress who no one could ever want!"

Tears ran from her beautiful eyes down her soft cheeks and dripped onto her naked cleavage.

"Hey, it's okay! Please don't cry." Evan instinctually got up and moved over to the other side of the booth. He put one arm over Kelly's shoulder and held her while she let out a few sobs. He handed her a napkin to dry her eyes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Please."

Evan paid the cheque and they went out into the surprisingly warm spring night. They walked through town in silence, a bond forming between them. Then ended up buying a bottle of red wine, went to a nearby park, and sat down at a picnic table.

"Feeling better?" asked Evan, passing her the bottle.

"Starting to," she said, taking a swig.

"Can I confess something?"

"It's only fair after the mess I made of myself.

"I was in love with you back in high school?"

"Really?" she asked, eyes wide.

"But it never would have worked back then, for a few reasons. For one, we were from different worlds. Being high school means you have to abide by high school rules. Now, we're just two people."

"Sure, I understand."

"Number two, you were, well, I've realized some things about myself since then."

"Like what?"

Evan had to tread carefully here.

"How would you have described yourself back then?"

"Hmm, perky, outgoing."

"I mean, physically."

"Oh. Athletic, skinny. I mean, I've always been a little curvy."

"And now?"

She blushed.

"A whale."

"No, don't insult yourself. I actually want you to describe yourself to me. Tell me how you see yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Describe yourself in detail."

"Uh... okay."

"I want you to tell me about your body. How it's changed. And I want you to stand up. Show me."

Kelly seemed a little unsure, but strangely enticed. She could tell Evan wanted something from her, and it made her feel wanted.

"My arms are soft, pudgy."

"Show me."

She slid off her jacket.

"See, you can't see any definition. They're just, like soft and squishy." She squeezed them to demonstrate."

Evan's demeanour changed. Kelly could tell this was turning him on.

"Keep going."

"My thighs are huge. They barely fit in these jeans. They're so thick and they touch."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Do you not understand? If you want me to see, show me."

Evan knew he was pushing it, but he also knew she wanted to be pushed.

Kelly blushed as she opened her jeans and pulled then down. She stepped out of them.

She looks absolutely incredible. Shapely and plump in her dress up heels.

"What else?"

"My belly. It used to be so taught and firm. Now look at it."

"Show me."

Her heart was in her throat as she lifted her silky top over her head. In addition to revealing her squishy tummy, she also revealed other details: her matching bra and panties, black lace with little hearts; pubic hair that escaped the edges of her thong, hair under her arms. There was still more to go.

"What else?"

"My ass is enormous."

"Show me."

She turned and revealed her wide, thick ass. Little divots in the flesh where it met her thighs. She bent over, her ass right in his face. She reached for the thong.

"You don't have to take those off. Keep going"

"My... tits."

She stood up and turned around again.

"They used to be so high and firm. Now they're fucking huge and saggy and soft."

She started to reach for her bra clasps and he held out his hand.

"Wait. Not here."

"Okay. What do you want me to do?"

"Give me your clothes."

She picked them up and handed them to him.

"So here's something else. In addition to liking... larger women, I'm also into kink. Specifically, I like women in mild distress, and women who are obedient to me, women willing to be degraded. But, only if it's wanted, and consensual. Do you understand?"

She nodded, biting her lip. He could tell how turned on she was.

"I like seeing you vulnerable, needy, desperate for approval. But I don't want to exploit your real pain for my pleasure. I don't want to take advantage of you. And I'm not your rebound. Do you understand?"

She nodded again.

"So here's the question, Kelly. Do you consent to give yourself to my pleasure, in pursuit of your pleasure?"

"Yes."

"And you'll obey my commands, unless a boundary of safety is transgressed?"

"Yes."

"And if anything feels wrong, what will our safe word be?"

"Carnival."

"Very good. What can I call you?"

"Pet."

"And you'll call me sir. Is this what you want?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, we're going to walk back like this to my car."

"Yes sir."

"People are going to see you, see your body. And they're going to know you want them to see it."

"Yes sir."

"Do you want them to see your soft body, and know you are exposed for sexual reasons?"

"Yes sir." Her answers were serious, breathy.

"Lead the way, pet."

They strolled though the park, through town. The golden girl and the emo freak, but now remade. She was the chubby sex slave, he was the master. People stopped and stared as this fallen beauty showed her voluptuous new body for his pleasure. And for hers

They reached his car and got in. Evan put her clothes in the back seat.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Her eyes were lidded with desire, her voice husky with need.

"Yes sir."

"Are you wet?"

"Yes sir."

"Make yourself cum, while I watch."

He took out his phone and selected a function, but she couldn't see what. It didn't matter. She had already pulled her panties to the side and was rubbing her clit. She moaned.

"6 minutes."

She pulled her bra down and squeezed one of her massive tits. She kept rubbing herself, using her leaking wetness to ease her motions.

"Four minutes."

Her breathing sped up, breasts heaving with each breath. She sucked her tit, then led it fall, and put one foot on the dash. She used her other fingers to slide into herself.

"2 minutes."

She moaned and moaned, wet sounds filling the cabin. She became to stiffen, then clenched, letting out a guttural cry as she spasmed and sprayed her juices all over the dash. She fell slack and dropped her leg, closing her eyes for a moment.

A gentle alarm roused her.

"Hmm?"

Evan had timed her. 7 minutes.

END OF PART 1