As you wait for the next elevator, you look down at the huge mountains of jiggling fur sticking out from your chest, framed by two waterfalls of sparkling pink hair pouring out from the fur frame around the top and side of your vision. You grasp them with your glittering manicured hands and push them around within the confines of the dress, the tightness of the dress squeezes you as the breasts cling hard to the skin of your chest, refusing to allow much more movement than a very embarrassing bounce and jiggle. You dig around in the fluffy collar and find where the fur meets your skin, and try picking at it with your nails. You pick and dig and stab, but the lining of the collar is stuck to your skin and resists your attempts at picking it free.
A frustrated groan comes from your plump sparkling lips, and you try to cross your arms over your chest, but find it’s impossible due to the huge fake tits and the fluffy cuffs around your wrists mashing into the big fur collar. You try hiding the tits with your hands, but wind up looking like you’re rubbing them seductively, so you give up and rest your hands on the sides of the poofy skirt, feeling the thick trim of fur that rests atop the cloud of crinoline that never seems to stop swishing around.
You’ve been too busy examining your outfit to notice another elevator has arrived at your floor, and you’re startled as the doors swing wide to reveal...
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