This is the second story I wrote with Karen as the main character. I thought I had cover most of the fun aspects of 
wearing tight jeans in the first story, so I tried to make a fantasy of this one, and put it in the futur, giving space 
technology and alien technologies a boost and a lean toward an oh so good fetish.
It was originally published when I had my own site (Tight Jeans Zone). It was never published completely, because 
of the lack of support. I had at the moment asked for insights as what should happen, giving choices. I never 
received even one response. Not one single suggestion. So I said to myself that it wasn't worth posting. But I just 
couldn't leave a story like that in the closet. So, here it is.
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KAREN - A SPACE ODYSSEY
PART I - THE ATTACK
The sound of the alarm clock awakened her. A simple look at the clock, and the alarm stopped, a invisible beam of 
infrared light being relfected by the retina, back to the clock, like a flash from the camera that causes "red eyes", has 
send the signal.
Karen stretched on her bed. That 2 hours nap had been deeply needed. She has had a hard day, and she had decided 
to take her free time this evening to have some fun. She got up, and had a brief look at the window. She could see 
the brightly colored stars streaking by, while the ship traveled at hyperspeed toward it's final destination: Orion 3. 
Already 2 years had passed out of the 5 years journey planned. The year was 2045.
She went to the dressing console, and gave a long thought as to what she was going to wear.
She chose to go with the end of 20th century retro style, but with a modern touch. That was the big trend at the 
moment. She choose a light metallic blue, stretched, long sleeves shirt, with attached gloves, a pair of awsomely 
tight denim jeans and 6 inches heels white plateforms shoes. She pushed the final button, and the garments appeared 
in the transparent box out of her right. She put on the tight fitting shirt, then the jeans, that were loose. As soon as 
she buckled the waist belt, the pants shrank to their final size. She could feel the fabric tighten around her waist, her 
butt and her hips and thighs. She rubbed her hand along the side, feeling the tightness of the strong fabric. That 
aroused her. She let out a slow sexy sigh. Then she went on to put her shoes, and realized that she should have put 
them on before tightening the jeans. She had a hard time bending down. But she kept them that way. The struggle 
made her hot. "I just hope I'll be able to hold myself" she thought.
She had a final look in the mirror. The stretch shirt enhanced her well proportionned breast, and the jeans, combined 
with the heels, made her look even thinner and taller. She brushed her long curly light brown hairs which went down 
to the shoulder blades, enhancing her green eyes. Regulation stated that she must have them "restrained" while on 
duty, but it was off duty, and she entended to let them loose.
A last look, a last turn in front of the mirror, and she was satisfied with her look. She headed for the bar, 3 levels 
down. She turned many heads on her way. She repressed smiling too hard at all the men staring at her. She liked the 
impact she made. When she entered the bar, quite a few heads turned too, mainly men. She was glad she chose this 
look. Her regular job as a geologist, doesn't usually draw any attention. She sat at ther bar. She felt her buns, 
confined in the tight denim, bounced on the bar stool. She rested one of her heeled foot to the step of the stool, and 
the other one to the rest bar of the counter. 
She ordered drink to the robot bartender, and began slowly sipping it when a hansome man sat at the next stool.
"Hi" he said. He was rather good looking. 1,80m, 60Kg, auburn hairs, blue-green eyes. He had short hairs, and was 
obviously starting going bald on the front area.(Gee! That guy looks just like me!!!)
She found him rather sexy. :-)
"Hi" she replied, with a large smile.
He took a good look at her outfit. "I like it" he said. "Especially the pants. What are they?".
"It's a 1980's look. It's made on denim, a blend of cotton. I read somewhere in a history book that the custom was to 
wear it very tight. (Probably an history book that I WILL write!).
"Does it stretch?"
"No" she answered, "not this model. I find it more arousing like that". She rubbed gently her gloved hand over her 
thigh, feeling the little tickling that came with the contact. She invited the man, with a smile, to do the same.
"Wow. Feels really tight. I like that. And the shoes too. 20th century too?"
"Yeah. They need to get used to, but with the tight jeans, yeah I forgot, they call these pants jeans, they give a 
indescribable feeling".
"I know I can feel it... I'm sorry. My name is Pete (No! Really?)."
"I'm Karen. Nice to meet you. What's your job here?"
"I'm a computer technician. Right now, I don't have much to do. My task will be to setup the computer system at the 
destination. What are you doing?"
"I'm a geologist. Me neither I don't have much to do until we arrive. If you don't have anyone else, mabe we can 
spend more time together. There's still a long journey ahead."
"Yeah. That's a gread i...."
Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!
"What's that" she asked, startled.
"That's the main alarm of the ship..." His phrase was cut short by the alarming voice of the captain.
"This is the captain. We are under attack. Battle stations..."
Karen looked at Pete, afraid.
"Now what? I don't have any battle station. My directives is to go to an escape pod and get ready to be launch."
"Yeah, me too" said Pete. "Lets go together".
At that same moment they feld the quick dizziness that came with the ship coming out of hyperspace.
Everybody in the bar was freaking out, screaming and running for the door. In the corridor, everybody was running, 
in every direction. Pete took Karen by the hand and lead her. He started running, but Karen dragged.
"I'm sorry Pete. I can't run dressed like that. Go on, I'll try to catch you".
"No way. Just go as fast as you can."
Karen struggled, trying to keep her balance as best as she could on her heels. The tight jeans made her legs stiff. All 
she could do was hop in small steps. They were passed by many others, and Karen was bumped on the wall a few 
times. She was looked upon with grins, "accusing" her of slowing the escape. Finally, after long minutes of struggle, 
they reached an escape pod. It was meant for 2 persons. The thought behind this was that if there was only a few 
pods with lots of people, the ennemy will make many casualties by shooting them, and it would be easy to decimate 
the population of the ship. On the other side, with many two people pods, the ennemy would be overwhelmed by the 
number, and it would be incapable of destroying as many.
Pete and Karen took one, got in their seat and buckled up, ready to be launched. The launch, if needed, was 
automatic, either trigged by the captain, or the computer, depending on the damage to the ship.
By the small window, they could see the battle, raging outside. They could also see a star system, a greenish planet 
nearby with two moons. It wasn't Orion 3.
With part of the stress gone, Karen started to feel her attire again. The sweat make the stretch shirt stickier. She 
could feel the burn on her hips of the struggle she made for running, and her feet were aching from the same 
exercise. She had to sit straight in the pod's seat, and she felt the waist band of the jeans biting on her stomach, 
rendering breathing difficult. She closed her eyes, and tried to calm down, taking slow breath. When she opened her 
eyes again, Pete was staring at her.
"I defenitely hate this situation, but I sure love your clothes".
On the smiled response Karen gave him, a red light on the pod announced that the laungh was imminent. They were 
pinned down on their seat, and ten seconds later, floating in the space, slowly heading for the planet below.

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Karen - A Space Odyssey
PART II - THE ESCAPE
The escape pod tumbled around, so they had more or less a wide panoramic view of the attack. They could see 
hundreds of fighters, of the kind they never saw before, attacking the Imperion from every sides. The big ship, 
underarmed, had no chance. They could also see the hundreds of escape pods, floating away in all directions. Many 
of them were being shoot at. Those who were attacking the Imperion had no mercy. And the crew of the Imperion 
didn't even knew why they were attack in such a savage way.
As for Karen and Pete, they knew where they were heading: to one of the small moons. A gray tinted one. Upon 
entering the atmosphere of the planet, the security features of the pod kicked in. The safety harnesses tightened on 
them, holding them safely on their seat. The protective lid on the windows closed. The pod went through the 
atmosphere with a fiery streak. A few thousands meters before landing, the chutes opened, slowing it down to a 
safer speed. At 100 meters, the landing rockets fired, the three landing legs extended and the pod made a soft 
landing... on a rocky and uneven hill side. The auto systems tried to compensate, but the difference was too great. 
The pod tipped on it's side, leaving the passengers dangling from the ceiling.
"You okay?"
"Yeah", said Karen. "Not exactly the landing I've expected. Now, how do we get out of this" she said, waving 
around.
Pete reached for a button on the armrest of the chair. A click, the safety harness unbuckled and pete landed face 
down of the "floor".
"Not exactly gracious" he said "but it works. Here, let me hold you before you do it."
He was able to catch Karen in mid-air, and put her down gently. He went to the computer terminal and consulted the 
screen. 
"Okay, breathable atmosphere, 28C. Looks like a warm sunny day."He pushed another button, and the door, to their 
side, opened. They crawled outside. Karen had the most difficulties, being hardly able to bend enough to walk on 
her knees. Once out, the scenery was depressing.
"It's all rock. Hills of bare rocks as far as we can see. Better get the survival pack. I think I'm in for a ride" she said, 
while looking at her clothings.
"Not exactly the right attire, I should say", said Pete, sarcastic.
"Well, forgive me, but it wasn't in my agenda to take a ride in an escape pod today. Mabe we should just stay here 
and wait for some kind of rescue."
"I don't think this is a good idea. Right now, the pod is sending distress signals, and judging by how the Imperion 
was welcome, I don't think they're gonna come to rescue us, but to kill us. We better get away." As he said that, he 
reached for the power plant of the pod and shot it down. Grabbed the two survival packs, gave one to Karen and 
browse the deserted landscape.
"That should give us some time, now that the distress signal is stop. Where do we go now?"
"Well, as a geologist, I can assure you that we won't find much water in the flats direction. I suggest we get on top of 
that hill, and have a better look around."
The climb was about 200 meters. Karen struggled with her heels to keep balance, and her tight jeans to lift her legs 
high enough to climb some of the biggest boulders. When they finally reached the top of the hill. They took a look. 
There was nothing but hills of boulders. Karen was exhausted.
"We'll have to do something about your clothings. They're defenitely not suitable for what's ahead." Pete Said.
"Can't do."
"Why not?"
"Well, for once, I can't walk bare foot on these rocks, and breaking the heel won't help with the sole so thick and 
stiff. As for the pants, well, I can't remove them. Not without one of Imperion's replicator. The fact is that I made a 
special program. It wasn't possible for me to put pants that tight on, so I programmed the replicator to still interact 
with the fabric once it's on me, making them tighter. In the process, the zipper and the waist button are fused. At the 
same time, the fabric becomes very strong. A knife won't cut it, it would take only a laser, and no need to say that, if 
used, it's gonna cut my legs at the same time. So basically, I'm stuck in these until I can get a replicator. A little side 
effect that wasn't a big deal on the ship, but here... Good thing the food pellets in the survival pack do not produce 
any waste..."

 
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Karen - A Space Odyssey
PART III - THE PURSUIT
Karen and Pete were heading for the cavern. Karen was leading the way, and Pete was following her, having a good 
look at her outfit, but mainly, he was following her to help her keep her balance on the rocky slope. Once at the base 
of the hill, there was something that looked like a pedestrian trail. It was made mainly of flat rocks, and seemed to 
have been compacted. Karen was able to relax her legs. She was panting heavily.
"Want to rest for a while?"
"Yeah, that would be welcome" she said, sitting on a big rock. She tretched her legs and wiggled her toes. "Woo! 
That's welcome".
"You're sure there's no way to help you with anything?"
"For the jeans, no way. For the shoes, if we were in a forest, I could use bark from a tree, or something like that, and 
make some kind of a sandal from it. But all that we see here, is rocks... And, well, " she said, a little embarassed, 
"I'm kind of turned on by that rubbing on my crotch."
"Really?"
"Yeah" she said, with a nervous laugh. "It must seems strange to you."
"Well, to be honest with you, I'm kinda turned on by the look of it".
They both look at each other, and let out a small laugh. Her relaxing moment was cut short by a high pitch noise, 
coming from the other side of the hill, followed by an explosion.
"They've found the escape pod" said Pete, grabbing Karen by the arm. "Lets's head for the cavern. Fast!"
The ship appeared on their right, just behind them. They were running as fast as they could. A blast. Rock fragments 
flew in every directions, scorching them on their way. Karen had a nasty cut on her back. Her shirt was falling to 
pieces. Pete has been hit on the back and on the legs. His basic jumpsuit was also in bad shape. Another blast. More 
fragments. Karen could feel them hitting the back of her legs, but a quice look revealed that the modified denim 
resisted. It was still intact. But her back was getting hit more and more, as well as Pete's.
They were reaching the entrance of the cavern when the third blast hit. Pete received a piece of rock behind the 
head, which knocked him cold. The ceiling of the cavern colapsed. Karen tripped on her heels, and fell. She had 
twisted an ankle. The falling ceiling trapped her lets. She couldn't see Pete in all that dust, and now, she was 
beginning to choke. Just before she fainted, she could see 2 creatures coming at them. But they seemed to float in 
the air...
The light was bright, but soft at the same time. Karen felt very calm. She was laying on some kind of table. She 
looked around. Pete was there, on her right, also on a table, covered with a shiny sheet of fabric. She felt somebody 
apporaching, and looked left. It was there, floating, wearing a large cape and a hood. She couldn't makeup it's face.
"Please, stay calm".
She could understand the words, but no sounds was heard. It "sounded" like a woman.
"No need to talk" she said. "You need to rest. Don't worry. You're safe from the Roohans here."
She left her arm. Karen felt warm and surrounded by peace. She fell asleep.

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Karen - A Space Odyssey
PART IV - THE RAKHIANS
Karen Softly woke up. She felt calmed. Relaxed. Rested. She tried to get up, but felt stiff. She pulled away the 
bedsheet and was startled to realize that she was wearing a full body suit, made of denim. The pants part were the 
same as before, but her shirt has been replaced by a denim one, complete with attached gloves, and all very tight. 
She sat on the side of the bed. Well, she more or less lean on the bed, hardly able to bend her waist. The bed, or 
rather the table she was on, was about 1.5m high. She slowly let herself down. She was still wearing her platform 
shoes. She started to examine her clothes. It was skin tight, from the knees up. Only from the knees down, they were 
kind of tubular, like it was originally. For the rest, it was very tight. Her arms were almost impossible to bend or lift, 
and her breasts were molded in the denim, not squished, making them appear bigger, enhanced by her now very slim 
waist. She stretched her arms, which made the suit bite her crotch. She became hot. The zipper was now running up 
to her throath. She tried to pull it down, but it was fused, like it was on her jeans. Someone entered the room. 
"Hello. I see you've woke up." Karen recognize the voice as the same one who talked to her before she fell asleep. 
"My name is Dahala" said the soft reassuring voice in her head. "How do you feel?"
"Euh, fine" said Karen. "Thank You." She turned toward Pete, who was still sleeping.
"Oh" said Dahala "your companion is fine. His injuries were much more serious than yours. He should wake up in a 
few of what you call hours"
Karen opened her arms, looking at her suit.
"What about this?" she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry" said Dahala "Is there something wrong? If it's not supposed to be that way, I can arrange that. We 
reconstructed your clothes by what's was left of them. Your pants were intact, but your shirt was completely 
destroyed. I assumed that since the pants were so resistant, you would like to have the full suit made of it. As for 
your shoes, one heel was broken, as well as your ankle. As you can probably feel, we made some modifications too. 
Once buckled at the ankle, the sole of the food kind of fuse with the shoe, and the ankle can't twist or bend sideways, 
only forward and backward. That should keep the ankle injuries from happening again. I must say that you have 
strange ways to clothe yourself. Not very practical. But then again, your culture is unknown to us"
"Wow, thanks" said Karen, "but it was not exactly that way..." and she started explaining who they were, where they 
were from, and why she had these clothes in the first place, and what she "felt" of them now.
"I see" said Dahala. "Give me a little time, I think I'll have a solution that will suit your needs perfectly."
Two hours had passed. Pete was waking up. The first thing he saw was Karen in that tight fitting jeans bodysuit.
"Wow. Nice outfit." He, for himself, was wearing a "repaired" standard earth uniform. "I'm sorry to tell you that it's 
gonna be even worse for you to run away from whoever these monsters are."
At that moment, Dahala came back, holding a small box, the size of a pocket pager, in her hand.
"Karen, I think you're gonna like this... Oh, hello Pete. How are you doing?"

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Karen - A Space Odyssey
PART V - SUITED SOLUTION
Pete mumbled something about being  in the fog  before realizing that the woman haven't actually said a word.
Dahala looked at them both with an angel face. She  spoke  softly.
 You are safe here, protected from the Roohans. My name is Dahala. Myself and about 50 other people are the sole 
survivors of the planet Raki, the big planet you probably saw while you were attacked. 
 what happened? Who are those guys? 
 They call themselves Roohans. In their language, that's almost the same thing as Gods. All they want is to 
dominate the Univers. They arrived here about one of your years ago. They introduced themself as traders. We 
invited them. Then, when they got a chance, they destroyed the cities, killing most of the Rakihans. The complex 
you are in is a small research complex that was constructed on this moon, to research new forms of energy. It's 
heavily shielded to protect us, and the planet below, and that's why they can't get to us. As far as we know, we're the 
only survivors of our world. 
 What's their goals?  asked Karen.
 I told you, dominate the galaxy. By now, they must have all the necessary informations from your databanks to 
trace back your home world. We learned a little about it while you were being repaired by reading your thoughts. No 
need to worry, we left the private areas private. 
 They're heading for Earth  said Pete, jumping on his feet, but having to grab the table so not to fall. 
 Easy Pete. It's gonna take a few hours more for you to feel fine enough to stand up. And yes, they will probably be 
heading for Earth, not to make friends, but to conquer. 
 We have to warn them. Do you have a mean of communication? 
 Yes, but not with your world. But we do have something you can use. Come with me."
Dahala led them to a big hangard where lied a small spaceship. In the walk, Karen had her first real experience of 
the tight suit. Each step was simulating her, massaging her whole body.
 It was our prototype. It flew 5 times, each times with great success. It uses the new form of energy we developped. 
Right now, it would be too complicated to explain it to you. We give it to you. Use it, go to your world, and have 
them prepare to fight the Roohans. 
 Is it fast enough so we will reach Earth before them ? 
 Yes. There will probably be a few days for them to prepare to invade, and their light-speed technology is not as 
advanced, slightly more advanced that yours. it will take them a little more than one year. With this ship, you'll be 
there within 3 months. 
 But, what about you? If you give us that ship, you won't be able to go anywhere. 
 We can't go nowhere. The ship is big enough for 2 people, no more. What can 2 people do against a whole army. 
you already saw the condition of the moon. Nothing can grow here. We have food for roughly 6 months, and so 
we're all going to die anyways. Don't worry, we're prepared. It will just happen faster. 
 Gee, thanks Dahala. But I don't know how to fly this thing. 
 Come with me Pete. We have a learning device that will make you an ace pilot in one hour. 
 S'cuse me  said Karen  but what about that box you were going to hand me? 
 Oh yeah. Sorry. That's a remote control for the suit. We duplicated the technology that created the fabric, quite 
primitive I must say, and put the controls on that box. From it, you can change the state of the fabric, almost at will. 
We added a few extras that I'm sure you'll like. Try the buttons, but don't use the blue one right now. I'll explain it 
later. Come with me Pete. 
Karen looked at the remote. There was over twenty small buttons, all with odd symbols. She tried a few. 
 Wow! That's great! 
She was able to tighten or losen any part of the suit, extend or lower the heels, raise, lower the platforms of the 
shoes. One even made the fabric to cover her head entirely, leaving only holes for the eyes, and mouth, and the 
fabric was always evenly tight. Her joy hit the roof when the crotch started to gently vibrate.
 I would make a fortune back home with a suit like that... 
Suddenly, there was a trimmer. Jahana came back, running with Pete.
 You have to go. Now. They're attacking the moon. Pete knows what to do. Now, go, go. 
Dahala rushed them inside the craft. Pete helped Karen get seated (she had to use the remote to untighten the waist 
of the suit) and strapped. He took the seat and the craft was slowly moving.
 Aren't the Roohans going to fire at us? 
 Dahala told me that they were going to take care of that. Hang on! 
The roof opened and the night sky was visible. Pete manipulated a few controls and the ship was off in the air. 
Immediately, the blast form laser hit the craft. Karen looked at Pete, afraid.
 No worry. The shields can withstand this small fire. 
The ship accelerated, and suddenly, the moon exploded! Taking with it a big portion of the Roohans's fleet.
 Woah! They did take care of them  said Pete.  The coast is clear! 
He punched in a few buttons, and the starfilled view became pitch black.
 That's it. In 3 months we're home. 
He looked at Karen, panting, still holding the remote.
 Are you okay? 
 Well, that was some kind of rush, but I'm fine. You? 
 Great. I know this ship like the back of my hand. Impressive machine that learning thing. So, what about your little 
toy? 
 Great fun! See, I can tighten the waist, or losen it, or gets the heels longer... Oh darn! She was suppose to tell me 
what this blue button was about, but she didn't had time. Any idea? 
 Nope. And that symbol doesn't ring a bell. 
 Well, I'll just try it and we'll see. 
 Are you sure that's a good idea? What if it hurts you? 
 Nah, I don't think so, it would be red, not blue. 
 Well, that's your suit... 
 Thanks for the support  she said with a grin.
She played with the remote, making the hood cover her head, tightening the waist as much as she can while seating, 
then the hips and thighs, and the chest and arms. She was enjoying every minute of it. Then started the vibrating 
crotch. but that was too much. All that tightness and the vibrating crotch? She had to stop it. She reached for the 
white button, but shaking, hit the blue button instead.
Pete was gazing through the instrument pannel when he heard the remote falling on the ground. He looked at Karen. 
She was completely immobile. Only her eyes were moving. She tried to talk, but was unable to open her jaw.
 Well, It seems you found what the blue button was for hey? To be honest with you, Dahala told me. It convert the 
suit into a solid material, as hard as steel. 
Karen mumbled something. Pete understood that she wanted him to return the suit to normal.
 I can't do that, Karen. You see, the suit is producing it's own energy when you move. On normal wear, the 
batteries, which are part of the fabric, another one of their energy developement, keeps fully charged because you 
move most of the time. Just the breathing is enough to keep them charged. The power drain to put the suit in that 
mode emptied the batteries. And since you're not moving, at all, the batteries will recharge slowly. How much time 
you ask? Something close to 5 hours before there's enough power to take the suit back to normal. Oh by the way, in 
this mode, your digestive functions are suspended, so no worry about going to the bathroom. 
Karen mumbled again.
 Hey! She never said it was a perfect suit... 
Karen turned her eyes to look at the pitch black sky. That's all she could do for the next 5 hours. The worse part, the 
vibrator was still on... Then she went wide eyes! How much power drain does that need? How much longer will she 
be in this thing?
Pete heard the faint vibration noise, and had a hidden smile  Five additionnal hours for that  she said too low for 
Karen to hear.  She's going to be a wreck in 10 hours.. Better get the bed ready. ..
The End.

(c) Pete, 1998, updated Oct 1999.
