Katrina Week III 5 Old Clothes

"Maybe Katrina trying to fit into an old outfit?"
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"G-God dammit... I-I don't even know why I agreed to this... All I'm doing is catering to your s-STUPID schoolgirl fetish!"

Katrina mewed in a squeaky voice, obviously upset. She squished herself unintentionally as she fiddled around with her jacket some. It was way too tight, the skirt was too small, and it wasn't even covering up the parts that mattered on her upper torso, an enormous amount of under boob smooshing out of her un buttonable shirt while her jacket seemed to be there as a decoration. Beneath her shelf of breast meat, her rounded mid section was bare and exposed to the world, her belly button standing out against the soft, pale skin.

Nitros smirked as he watched his obviously flustered wife squirm in the too tiny clothes. The last time she'd tried them on, they didn't fit, but they at least could cover her. Now, she looked like an inflated version of her former self, trying desperately to keep in the clothes from back when she still had her figure.

"It don't fit, but I think ya look sexy in it." He says still looking her up and down, wanting her to turn around so he could see her butt squishing out beneath the skirt he knew couldn't contain it. "I think it's cute when you're squished into tiny stuff..."

"D-Dumbass!" She squeaked with her usual angry scowl. "I-I look like a blimp in this! It's cutting off my circulation and I ripped my socks pulling them up my thighs...." She complained. "N-Not to mention m-my boobs are sticking out p-PERVERT!" She squeaks, looking everywhere in the room but at him as she fidgeted with her shirt again, her colossal breasts smooshing like massive water balloons against her clasped arms.

"I... I'm not like I was back in Highschool...."

"Yeah... I guess not... well... shape yeah. Personality you're about the same. Just better....."

She still refused to look at him as she squirmed, trying to button something on her shirt she knew would never reach. "What... do you mean?"

Nitros thought long and hard about it. ".... Like... we got kids now.... soooo... you know how ta be a mom, and ya teach people how ta fight and use guns... and you're still you, but better you... Ya know?" He says, trying to organize his thoughts. Having never been good at talking, or explaining things, he said what he could in a way he hoped others would understand, but didn't even know himself if it came out right.

Katrina looked back at him, her fingers still trying to button her shirt. "..... Nyaa... W-well... maybe I should get a new outfit.. one that fits me more... So I don't f-feel embarrassed being squished into this old one..."

"Yeah... that works.... But really, I don't think ya need a new one. If ya don't wanna wear it.... just wear nothin at all!" Nitros said with a wide, open mouthed smile afterward, hoping his wife would cater to his request.

Katrina's eyes looked away from him again, not wanting to look at that dumb ass smile of his.

".... J-Jackass..." She squeaked under her breath.

".... Yup.... Still the same Katrina....."
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That idea was suggested to me and I couldn't help but comply.

I forgot just how smooshy her boobs looked in that old picture... I NEED to draw them like that again more often....

I enjoy writing stories where Katrina's embarrassed or pissed off. She acts so mean and gets so insulting to people about little things that it's adorable to me. Just blushing and cussing at people. XD

Anyway, Eeeeenjoy. More to come sooon.