Getting Mystical
Maybe it was just morbid curiosity, but the idea of wearing women's clothing, or at the very least feminine, unisex clothing, just seemed oddly interesting. the only issue was that i was so clearly masculine that i was worried i couldn't "pull it off."
"Dog Sitting Gone Farmstyle" - Story by Kaz
He reached down and tugged his clothes off, throwing his filthy underwear aside, hearing them hit the floor with a wet 'plop'. the dirty dragon didn't often clean himself down below, making no exception when heading to the farm.
Private Showing (Transformation Story)
The rabbit just stood there for a few seconds, looking at his friend and noting her distinct lack of any new clothes. she was wearing a ratty old band t-shirt and lounge sweats, looking like she had just woke up herself! "...this your new outfit?"
I can't let you do that!
Despite the ache of tightening clothes around him, his erection did not go down. if anything, the tightness against the clothes caused the pressure to stimulate his shaft in ways that he could not have prepared for.
Dirty Load 2
The door closed again and sanela grinned widely, "this washing clothes stuff is fun. i wonder what other clothes i can wash around here."
Business Benefits
Sure, the dragon was hot and losing his clothes - the bull's pupils dilated as the red scales pressed through the gap in the buttons, showing off the deep ridge of his top set of abdominal muscles. but business! business was... business!
Taken to the Cleaners
The number of people we could be making clothes out of right now! the amount of money we could extort from family and high ranking officials!
Crowdsurfing Teasers: Damn it, Rosie.
Her earpiece was ripped out and her struggling wrists and ankles grabbed tightly, keeping her pressed against the sea of hands that groped and stripped her they just tore away at her clothes, her tiny shorts just being pulled straight down over her canvas
Crowdsurfing Teasers: Damn it, Rosie.
Her earpiece was ripped out and her struggling wrists and ankles grabbed tightly, keeping her pressed against the sea of hands that groped and stripped her they just tore away at her clothes, her tiny shorts just being pulled straight down over her canvas
The Commute
It was euphoric, feeling her clothes, the clothes she had worn to work in that horrid office every day, practically disintegrating around her majesty, around the glory of her form.
Wardrobe Malfunction
Story commission for friskecrispsone wolf's accidental discovery of the clothes store 'cupido' leads him down a slope, helped along by a friendly if not rather odd timber wolf. do we define the clothes we wear, or do we let the clothes define us?
Pig King 1/2
"Welcome to your first day of your last year as highschoolers." An enormous swine puffed, lumbering into the room. His belly shook slightly as he slumped into his chair, his shirt riding up enough to see a strip of flesh. "I'll be your homeroom...