Fluffy Shorts Novels & Stories

“How are you feeling now, beautiful?” “A lot better after resting, ah, Maison, about Millie’s designs, some of them were redesigns of the Sneakz team's uniforms, looks like the shorts you love so much will no longer be the official uniform.” Maison's face fell comically, his brow furrowing in such genuine disappointment that I couldn't maintain my serious expression. I burst into laughter, wincing slightly as Hope seemed to respond with a flutter of movement. "I'm kidding," I admitted, still chuckling at his reaction. "You should see your face. The shorts stay, though Millie has designed some clever modifications that incorporate protective runes into the stitching patterns."

she beams from behind me, excited for the day. Holy shit, I think to myself after turning around, seeing her cute little outfit that I laid out just for her. A brown crop top with shorts and white shoes, perfect for going to the zoom. “Look at my adorable little zoologist.” I can't help but cooed. All she needs is one of those tan safari hats and she will be as cute as a button. “I have never seen you in shorts before.” She giggled, pointing at my black shorts. “I still get hot and sweaty, baby.” I pulled her closer to me. Her little arms wrapped around me instinctively and her warm little body against mine just fits.

I mean, I’m still quite sad and confused, but my long talk with Laila and all of this fuss… Well. I really have managed to make some very good friends down here, haven’t I? “Wear that long sparkly thing,” Anton says with interest, turning towards the wardrobe with me. “Or, no! No, break out those silky little booty shorts –“ “Anton!” I gasp, smacking at him as I stride over to my clothing collection. “I am a Princess, I do not own booty shorts –“ “Then what are those?” he asks, dry, pointing to the shorts in question, giving me a wicked grin.

“Okay, let’s see how bad this is…” I untied the black ribbon and opened the box. Inside was… not terrible. Actually, kind of cute? It was short—definitely short—but not scandalous. Black and white cotton with a little lace at the hem, and a fitted waist with a flared skirt. A bit retro, actually. Kind of French maid cosplay meets upscale hotel housekeeping. I exhaled a breath of relief. “Okay. I can work with this.” Just to be safe, I pulled out the yoga shorts from my bag and shimmied into them under the skirt. No way was I walking around this man’s kitchen with my ass one wrong move from a wardrobe malfunction.

My white panties had pink unicorns printed on them. Mr. K moved his finger a little. "You're right, the cotton is so very soft." That finger just moved around, still safely at my side, but in a bigger and bigger circle. I reached out, with just two fingers, and gently gripped the bottom of the leg of his shorts. He didn't flinch. "What kind of fabric is this, Mr. K? It's so shiny and soft." "Silk, Molly. These are my sleep shorts. I love how they feel."

Always. A parade of long, thin legs, high firm buttocks, heels, mesh stockings, no stockings, fishnet stockings, short skirts, tight jeans, ponytails, bare breasts, transparent shirts, and light dresses. It's paradise. And, of course, there's the competitiveness, it's hard to stand out. But since I've arrived, I want to make my own mark. Today I've chosen a short, red shirt over my belly button and a pair of the shortest denim torn shorts.

Shaking her head and laughing at me whilst I was I inspecting all the clothes I had, Maddie started to get ready for the day. I pulled out a pink shorts and sports bra set from Bo & Tee. The shade of pink was bright but not quite hot pink, more like a coral shade. The sports bra had spaghetti straps, which led to a v-neck. It was fair to say only a little bit of my chest was left to the imagination. The shorts were short-shorts, but high waisted and came up just above my pierced belly button. My bum was covered but the shorts only stretched down to around 4cm of my thigh.

Eliza returns to Ash and Kai in her own pyjamas, a t-shirt with two cows that are dancing over the words ‘Good Moo’d’ and some short shorts with more dancing cows all over them. They’re incredibly cute, and the shorts are very short. He pulls the blanket over him to hide his erection from the kids, who were being shepherded by their mother into the bathroom to brush their teeth. He licks his lips and lets his eyes drift over her.

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

So what did she do? Ordered a custom doll that was basically David 2.0. Oh, and she slid a chunk of his seventh rib inside it—because nothing said "soulmate" like carrying a piece of someone's skeleton in your plushie. And no, she wasn't just fake-dating it. The third batch of videos came from our home security. Since the day that thing showed up, I was banished to the study. Every night, she'd strip down and curl up with it, getting herself off.