Little Space Clothes Novels & Stories

What size clothes do you need, Little One? Thought I can live perfectly fine out here as we are now, but a few more clothes thaat fit for hunting and all wouldn't hurt. I rattle off my size aand he nods. "I actually could use some women's clothes." There's a longer than normal pause. I smile, imagining the look on his friend's face, and what I wouldn't give to see it right now. I bite my lip to hide the giggles that threaten to take over. "Come again?"

After all, the heat cycle will only come once a full moon arrives. Cathy looked for clothes inside Caisen's cabinet. Somehow, he was thankful that he always had extra underwear with him since he never knew when he might need them. Cathy didn't think that she could use it in this way. Cathy also spent a few minutes looking for a small dress. All of these are super oversize on him. When she found a small dress, she winced. "This is her smallest dress..." Cathy just sighed and then put on the oversized t-shirt. Well, it was way more okay than the other clothes that were too big for her.

The tiny, red two-piece wasn’t much more than two thin strips of fabric, one going across her tits and one going between her thighs. “Holy shit,” I breathed.

I burst into laughter, and we got right into eating. The next morning, I woke up, still dressed in the sexy outfit from last night. I walked to the wardrobe that was provided in this standard room and was shocked to see hundreds of dresses. I picked up one that looked so beautiful and was discouraged by how it looked. Almost all of them were mini dresses. No full-length clothes. I rolled my eyes, wondering how I would cope. "Lena, there's nothing for me to wear aside from these hundreds of meaningless dresses," I said, turning to Lena, who was still feeling too lazy to get up.

“What’s wrong?” I crossed my arms. “I don’t have anything to wear. Unless you count a sports bra and gym shorts.” “I’m sure we can find something.” He turned to his closet, pulling the doors open and revealing an array of men’s clothing. All of them looked at least three sizes too large for me. I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “Sean, your clothes are too big for me.” He rummaged for a moment, then pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants. “These have a drawstring. They’ll stay up. Just fold the legs back.”

As if knowing that this show looks childish, Nadhea turned her body. "This is what I want, Adam. The clothes you choose are produced now starting to be rare. Today's children do not surprisingly rarely use this mode," explained Nadhea putting her feet first before entering the dressing room again. Adam Smith whistling did not stop to know his patience was running low wanting to see next.

I sniffed, trying to keep my eyes centered on his face. Mini Mart didn’t exactly have a wide selection of clothing, and most of it was that touristy type crap. I snickered and giggled when Kade was left with nothing but a tie-die sweat shirt two sizes too small. My giggles were replaced with quick looks of surprise and hunger.

I ask when she introduces herself as she tugs the cloth covering the first rack off. I forget her name as soon as she says it when I get a look at what's on those racks. Clothes. Not just any clothes. Two racks full of designer clothes. Casual and formal wear, dresses and jeans and tops and boxes and boxes of shoes. "I think he got your size right. A four?" "What?" I ask. "Mr. Adams ordered the clothes. He said if you don't like something, you're to send it back." What did he do?

She was acting like my fatness was contagious, like it would somehow spread to the itty-bitty clothing and make everyone who touched it fat. Part of me wanted to snatch a few things from the racks and take them into the dressing room. I smiled imagining what the woman would do if she saw me attempting to stuff my thick thighs into one of the tiny little skirts. I picked through the racks and wasn’t surprised to see the biggest size I could find was an eight.

“Yes, we are not allowed to wear skinny clothes,” “What do you mean skinny clothes?” Stacy growl. “Yes, like the one you are wearing.” Lydia pointed at Stacy's clothing while my eyes moved to Lydia, she was wearing a tight-fitted strapless grown that just hung at the middle of her thighs, exposing her beautiful full straight legs pairing it with boot shoes, with her hair tie and some strands falling to her side making her look super sexy like she used to call herself.