Shelli: For Your Consideration (DYW)

Info:

Height: 5'4"

Bust: 32 E

Waist: 26"

Hip: 44"

Thigh Girth: 26”

Leg Length: 29.5”

Turntable video: here!

Stick-bug Shelli, that’s what they called her in high school. Ballet lessons four days per week since childhood, cross country since middle school. Skin and bone wouldn’t be the right description, she was lithe, taut. That crop of red-orange hair always knotted up into a big messy bun on the top of her head, spilling frizzy bangs over her face.

It’s got to be her - that face.

That face. Angular, in a midcentury celebrity sort of way, with a smattering of freckles blown across it. Pale, apart from the slight reddening around her nose. Lips fuller now, but her mouth still wider than her face would betray, maybe just a bit askew. 

That first Thanksgiving in college, you both were back in your hometown. The tension, the nostalgia, the thought that maybe it would be the last time you saw one another. You made out in the parking lot of that diner you used to hang out at in high school. Every now and then she’d pull back and bite at your lip and make a little whimpering noise when you did it back.

You talked about it that night: her first performance was going to be the following month. One of the Rosebuds in the Nutcracker. Not a starring role yet, but still - a national ballet troupe, a full-time ballerina. Just like she dreamed, like she used to talk about. It shows - her legs are still taut, thighs still visibly strong. But that’s where the similarities start to break down.

Maybe it’s not her. Could she really have changed this much?

Those thighs are probably thicker around than her whole waist was the last time you saw her. They curve softly and meet at a perfect peach that seems strain at the seams of her shorts. Big, borderline huge, especially on a frame like hers, but showing no surrender to its own weight, flexed tight in a stack of knotted dancer’s muscles.

That’s definitely her belly button. Taller than it is wide, somehow a thing like that is memorable. Do people’s belly buttons change over the years? There’s just a hint of softness around it, abs pushed forward as she stands sway-back, her chest angled upwards.

How on earth could she dance with a figure like that? Those breasts, pert and full.  Surely a plastic surgeon had something to do with that - Stick-bug Shelli never had much going on in that area. When do ballerinas retire - it’s probably been ten years since that diner parking lot, maybe she bought them as a retirement gift?

She’s looking your way - does she recognize you, too?

Maybe don’t bring up the nickname.

Alternate versions, extended images from this set, and nudes will be going up on my Patreon over the next week!

Lots more Shelli in my gallery!