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Camel Toe
🕑 Added 2023-03-24 13:02:36 +0000 UTC (Yes, I admit that I was a bit inspired by the figure of "Power" (Chainsaw Man) which at the same time was inspired by a cosplay by cosplayer @Vinnegal.) “Argh… these don’t fit!” I said, tossing a pair of clumsily modifies pants onto the bed before sitting down with a huff. I looked down at my three legs and sighed in frustration. Mutating is often not easy, especially when you grow extra limbs. Even if you learn how to control them very quickly, you’ll have to drop a ton of money on a new wardrobe. It’s ABSURD how much they charge just to put in an extra pant leg, or to refit a shirt for a new pair of breasts. And I don’t have a lot of money! Right now my shirts are too tight and my pants don’t work at all! It’s just a waiting game. There are lots of mutant boutiques that let you send your measurements to them over the internet in order to provide you with new clothes. USUALLY, they get shipped out by mail but of COURSE my order had to get lost, which means I have to go to the store in person. Except I don’t have anything to WEAR to the store! That’s the problem! Desperate times called for desperate measures. So I fashioned a tablecloth into a makeshift skirt, wore two pairs of panties over each other (one for each pair of legs) and just made due with a shirt that felt like it was going to rip. At least it was almost over. In a matter of moments I could get my new clothes and be comfortable again. As soon as I got there, the manager guided me to the changing room and offered me a package with the new clothes I ordered, stamped with a whole bunch of “return to sender” labels. I ripped it open, ducked behind a curtain, and began sifting through them. I started with a biklni. Summer was coming up after all. It didn’t fit! The top fit over my breasts just fine, but the bottom was so incredibly tight. It barely covered anything. I had to even cover my left crotch! “This is to tight! Didn’t you follow my measurements!?” I screamed at the manager. She stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Yes, it was made exactly as you suggested. Are you sure the measurements you sent us were right?” “I took them myself!” I said, rubbing my three knees. “Well, come with me then. Let’s take them again, just to be sure,” she said as she took a measuring tape out of her pocket. I sighed heavily covering myself as best as possible. I just want a pair of clothes that fits.
