A preview for an upcoming YCH commission, featuring some big bear changing after trying on a comfy pair of pants. Enjoy!
As she lifted the pair up, she noticed the next pair of pants beneath it. They were blackish gray, rather old-looking, and had such a weird texture. Their fabric looked fuzzy, like it had fluffy fur over it. It almost seemed like a fur coat but in pants form and thinner.
“When did I get this?” Molly said out loud, disbelieving what she saw. She rubbed her head, focusing as hard as she could. She sure as hell didn't grab that off any shelf or table.
The only answer she could think of was when she set her pants pile down. She had stepped away for a moment to see some different ones on a row over. Did someone slip this fuzzy pair in then? If so, why? Why would anyone give her this?
Molly had no answer for those last questions. The blond was just perplexed. The slacks were just weird and goofy to her, not her style at all. Heck, she couldn't imagine them being anyone's style.
Well, you're gone. She grabbed the fluffy clothes, prepared to toss it to the side.
However, holding them in her hands, something changed. She felt a little different. The texture was actually a lot better, positively pleasant on the skin. It was so nice, warm in a way, like gently petting a fuzzy animal.
This look wasn't her thing, but the pants did give her what she set out to find: something comfortable and warm for the season. It made her think. Maybe I could wear these around the apartment. Gets cold in there sometimes!
Molly smiled. That sounded good to her! All she needed now was to see if they would fit.
Molly slipped the pair on without much hesitation, pulling them right up her slender legs. They tickled and scratched a little going up, but that warm, fuzzy feeling was absolutely delightful! She only grew to love them more.
There was no zipper or button at the top, the pair acting more like sweatpants. They fitted very well, not too big and needing no belt to hold them up.
She looked at the mirror before her and modeled them. She turned around, cocked her hips from side to side, and even bent and stretched then. They remained so cozy and comfortable no matter what she did. Yep, these are definitely for me! Perfect lounge-around-the-apartment ware if I do say so myself!
When she spun in the opposite direction, something swung out from behind her to the front of her thigh. It was a cord of all things, attached to her outfit. Its string looked rubbery and at its end was a plastic ring to grab.
Wha? Molly looked at it in the mirror and then down at it. She didn't definitely remember seeing that before when she picked the pants up or even spun around. How the heck did she miss this thing?
She took hold of it, looking it over. It wasn't any store tag, that was for sure. It almost looked like something attached to a parachute.
That made her curious. Wonder what this does… She gave it a tug, stretching it far. Then, she stretched it even farther than that, pulling it as far as her arm could actually go. Okay… this is definitely weird. What's this-
Pssssssssssssssssst. An odd, low sound could be heard. It was akin to that of someone pumping a balloon full of helium, and it was coming specifically from her pants.
Molly froze in place, her mind trying to comprehend that noise… until SNAP!
The cord broke, snapping right off her pants. She gasped, dropping it to the ground and nearly stepping back. “Okay, this is, like, super weird now! What is up with OOOOOOO!”
A huge, powerful burst of heat flowed over her, making her body quiver. It raced up from below in her pants before falling right back down below the belt. Everything from top to bottom started heating up… and started tightening. They squeezed and squeezed, like they were shrinking in the wash before her eyes.