Luc stirred slowly. Their mind was muggy, their body so relaxed it almost felt fluid. With a gentle huff, they shoved themselves upright, and pawed across the floor for a T-shirt.
It caught strangely, their hair tugged under collar and they wrestled to free it with one hand, while trying to tug the T-shirt down with the other as the clothing caught and tore. A bleary yawn expelled the last dregs of sleep as their hand explored the blockage, discovering two large fuzzy mounds on her chest.
Yellow eyes opened, easily breaching the darkness to stare down once more at the canyon of furry cleavage, the monstrous hips and long pawed legs arrayed before her.

“Not a dream then.” Luc mumbled, bringing both hands to give the T-shirt a final, gentle tug down over her chest. It split entirely in two with a SHRRIIIP, letting her girls bounce freely as she tossed the torn cloth aside. “Urgh, come on, I’ve got to have… something that fits.”

With another large fanged yawn, she stood and pondered over to the little wardrobe, pulling out shirts and vests, pants and boxers, trying each in turn. Sure, the sleeveless options could handle her muscular arms, but none really had the capacity to hold her chest, and any buttoned option didn’t reach around her boobs. The lower half was even worse. Her calves alone with thicker than a mans thighs, and her ass was three or four times bigger thanks to her huge hips. Anything pulled up was shredded and ripped by the time it reached her butt.

After demolishing five attempts, the Amazonian fluffball pouted and turned away, stomping off to open the curtains and consider the night. She’d need new clothes if she was going to deal with this situation, and to get them she would….

A. Ask a friend, though she’d have to explain everything.

B. Break into a closed store, avoiding people.

C. Try a late cheap charity shop, having to deal with someone.

D. DIY, she had some sheets and blankets after all.

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