#{threads:kris}

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@gcdfvcked

"think that my ass has, like, totally g-gotten b-bigger, daddy," kris told the other stepping out of the changing room. it was a smaller boutique, so there weren't too many people around, but even so the redhead blatantly moved out of the room with their ass out. the dainty yellow thong showing off as the skirt they were trying on squeezed around the thick pale cheeks. "it's, like, totally my normal size and everything. i-i w-was so excited for this one too," a pout. they would have bigger sizes probably, but even so, kris didn't want to make more trouble for the other watching them try things on. kris turned fully so that their ass was facing the other, sweater pulled up to expose the wide hips and the tramp stamp right above the their massive ass. "does it, like, l-look b-bigger to y-you?"

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@viceessence liked for a starter based on this (3rd to last; it's past christmas but oh well)

"twelve. twelve whole hours," the redhead sighed with an exaggerated, nervous laugh. kris normally tripped over their words, mind moving a mile a minute. but this? this was beyond even their normal nerves. watching the monitors change. it was a layover. they didn't even have a hotel or know anyone in this city. the last plane out after finishing up work- hell, they were still dressed from work! the secretary felt like they could cry.

hands around their neck, kris curled up as much as they could, still standing so they weren't laying on the airport's ground. "you have got to be kidding me!" they whispered to themselves and felt the tears begin. tossing their head up, to the only other person who had seemed to have the connection, kris grabbed her attention, "p-pardon? do you have any tissues? i-i used all of mine earlier and i'm spiraling a-a-a b-bit h-here."

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@egotistival

the setting is not where they'd think to run into anyone. so okay, the red head was lingerie shopping. it was a little pick me up from a rough week. work was the same as always, but even so the partners were much more demanding which meant many longer hours for them. all the while flickering thoughts back to, of all people, the person standing right next to them in the store. when...when did she get back into town? "c-cam?" kris hesitated to ask, putting down the bra in their hand to shake the thoughts free and refocus. yep, she was still there. heart raced, face turning as red as their hair. "what...what are you d-doing back?" hopefully it was because of the letters or phone calls from them over the time she had been away. hopefully, hopefully.

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@gcdfvcked

"let me, like, make sure i get a good picture of what i am before w-we end up without all of my clothes on," kris told the other as they posed for a quick selfie. something to remember the effort they had put into the costume. the buxom form stuffed into a school girl outfit because of course. skirt plaid, white stockings held up by garters, heels in the same plaid as the skirt and the tie loose around their neck. the white button down tight and much too small. bright blonde hair with pink tips in pig tails. "want to show off my make up for...for like, everyone."

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@bcysaliar

there was deep confusion in the redhead as they awoke. they could remember their family calling them into a room to have some sort of discussion and then darkness. had avalon and jax been there? it hurt to try and remember. as they regained their senses and struggled to sit up, they felt themselves without the clothing they had before. now it was a purple baby doll, see-through to the lace and satin beneath. it hugged their enormous curves well, but why were they dressed like this?

"h-hello?" with senses returning, they could see they were on a bed...somewhere. the single light down onto them obscured everything else but just them in the bed. "hello? can...can s-someone h-help me please? i don't know where i-i am."

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@thedevilyouknowx

To find the perfect balance between who they were and their sibling was, Kris had been struggling to make everything perfect for Savannah. She had chosen them and they had gone through quite a bit for the obsessive blonde. Kris had double and triple checked with Peyton to make sure they had on everything perfectly for that day (apparently, their sister thought this whole bit was just Kris checking up on her.)

So when Savannah woke up, Kris was standing right by the bed with a tray of breakfast for the other. The pajamas had been discarded and left them in the off-purple bra, pan.ties and garter combination that Peyton had told them she was currently wearing. "Pardon me. D-Daddy? It's the time you told me to wake you up." On the tray of food was also Savannah's phone so she could double check all that Kris was wearing.

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@hemat0lasluts

when kris came into work, they knew where it was they belonged. even if their boss was not yet there, they would be soon and it was up to the redhead to make sure that they were pleased. pleased and focused. and what better way than kris under their desk?

once a normal secretary, corruption took its hold on them from the other. others might need bribes, all kris needed was to be told it was their job and a few honey-coated words.

they were just the maleable.

so their uniform changed. normal clothes were more or less the thing of the past. skirts far too short over their wide, wide hips and ass. stockings seamed with garters always. shirts far too tight across their chest. kris practically spilled out every day.

but that was their problem. not their boss's.

freshly manicured nails settled on either side of them, legs splayed out beneath, back arched, face up, looking at the empty chair. waiting. waiting for the familiar sound of...-there it was. the door opening. their hear beat furious in their chest. ready for whatever it was the other wanted of them today.

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@bloodstainedbible

holidays were a strange occurrence amongst the ranks of the convent. besides the major religious ones, they usually moved past without much fanfare. halloween and labor day and arbor day and thanksgiving could all move past in the same way. most of the nuns ended up just barely remembering the holiday was even there. kris? kris had their own little rituals. something secret and hidden underneath the heavy nun robes. a tradition they enjoyed so much they made sure it happened every holiday, although valentine's was something extra special.

"you wanted to see me sir?" the redhead asked, knocking lightly on the door of the priest overseeing them currently. the corridor behind them dark short of the small candle they held.

the nun habit covered up everything but their angelic features. but beneath, their little secret- their tiny stolen sin. beneath was lingerie, perfect for valentine's. pink and lacy. garters and stockings, lacy thong, a push-up bra. none of it was allowed of course. not for their convent. and yet, kris couldn't help themselves. especially not for such a holiday. "i hope the lord finds you well."