Sams Tickletober - Stuck in clothing
Lers: Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru (Uzui's wives)
Lee: Uzui Tengen
'My priorities are clear, remember that well. When I return from the Final Selection, I don't want you to be worried, I will return, no matter what.'
With a kiss, Tengen said goodbye to his wives, armed and with his mind clear. He had to return, for he had people waiting for him at home.
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'It's been a week... Tengen will be back soon, is everything ready? Suma, where are the dishes?!'
'Here they are, calm down, don't yell at me! Uzui wouldn't like us fighting while he's not here!'
'Girls, please, this isn't the time to fight. Everything is ready. Suma is right, Tengen doesn't like it when we fight, and we need to behave, especially since he'll be tired.'
But while they were talking, there was someone who had anticipated the surprise of the surprise that his wives had prepared for him.
He had arrived some time ago, but his shinobi skills had helped him infiltrate the house without them noticing.
'Well, well, I see my beautiful wives were waiting for me attentively, huh?'
They weren't expecting it, but Suma got a little scared and hid behind Makio, who turned around to see who he had spoken to. Almost immediately, Uzui stretched out his arms and his wives embraced him in tears, happy that he had kept his word.
'Hey, I told you not to worry, didn't I? I'm here, and what you've cooked smells delicious. I've missed your food all these days. Come on, let's all eat!'
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'Tengen, dear? Are you waiting for someone, perhaps?'
'Oh, good morning Hinatsuru. Yes, my crow told me that someone would be coming to deliver my uniform today, so I'm looking forward to it.'
'So soon? Well, okay, I'll go make breakfast. If you have any trouble putting on your uniform, you can call us and we'll help you, okay?'
'As kind as ever, don't worry. I'll find a way to get out of it, heh, hopefully it turned out as eye-catching as I asked.'
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'Girls, I think I need some help with this uniform...'
'What's wrong with it? Don't you like the color they gave you?'
'Come and I'll show you...'
The uniform itself wasn't bad at all. The only problem was that the sleeves were too tight; even when he tried to flex his muscles, he ended up tearing the uniform.
Furthermore, he felt that wearing sleeves would make things quite difficult, because he needed complete freedom of movement in his arms to handle his katanas. And most importantly... it wasn't flashy
'Okay, so what do you plan on doing? We need you to put the uniform back on, so we can see how it fits and give you our opinion.'
'I just need them to cut off the sleeves, I don't need to wear it again... I think I should have ordered a bigger size, these babies grow quite a lot'
'Uzui-sama, come on, put on your uniform, maybe we can do something with the one you have. You just say the sleeves are the problem, maybe we can cut them and improve it!
Although he didn't want to, Uzui put his uniform back on, and it was obvious what he was saying. When he tried to put it on, the sleeves in general were the problem and he couldn't get it on properly; the effort was noticeable in the veins of his neck.
And when he FINALLY managed to put on the full uniform, he looked hunched over, as if the mere act of breathing could tear the entire uniform, even more than it already was.
'Yeah, yeah, you can laugh if you want. This looks ridiculous and NOTHING flashy. I think I should have just ordered the materials and had you make my own uniform. You all know what to do, although of course, I wouldn't expect any less from the beautiful and talented wives I've chosen.'
'W-wehehell, it doesn't look so bad... Maybe if we cut the uniform sleeves off completely...'
'We could do it, and why not make their sleeves large bracelets, perhaps even golden ones!'
'Yes, and as a finishing touch, since your hair isn't too long or too short, we could leave it loose and tie it up with that beautiful accessory you always wear!'
'Heh, you see? You girls understand me and my style. Well, I trust your judgment, you can do it, let me take off this uniform so you can get started...'
However, what was difficult to put on was also difficult to take off. No matter how hard Uzui tried to remove his uniform, he couldn't! He thought about what he could flex to tear the sleeves; after all, his wives were going to cut them off anyway, but it didn't work.
'Oh, I think you have a problem, don't you, Uzui?'
'Yes, damn uniform, please help me... Although, just a moment, let me sit down so it's easier for you to cut and do the work, okay?'
And so he did, after considering that the process would be time-consuming, he decided to sit in a position where he could be comfortable and also help his wives to cut and mend the uniform
But he probably didn't expect what came next...
'Okay, now raise your arms to your sides, as if you were making a "T" with them'
'I don't think I can... This uniform prevents me from doing almost anything, let's see, give me a moment...'
'Come on Uzui, we won't hurt you, trust us, you're in good hands'
'I never said I didn't trust you, I'm just stating the obvious... Okay, I think I've got it now, do you think that's enough at this level?'
'Yes, it's perfect, keep it like this while we're making marks so we can cut it when the time comes.'
'And don't lower your arms or move them even an inch, please, we could make it uneven!'
'(I have a bad feeling about this...)'
Obeying his wives' instructions, he raised his arms and placed them in the position. He felt as if he had a broomstick in his arms, unable to move even if he wanted to.
'It does look tight, I think the best thing would be to cut the sleeves little by little, that way we'll have some extra fabric in case the cut is uneven...'
'That's not a bad idea, Suma, look, let's start marking here... From this height to this, leaving almost two fingers' width to be able to sew it.'
'Aaaam, girls... What if we...? HUH-?!'
'I think one finger will be more than enough, don't you think? Maybe it should be three? Considering we're slightly smaller than him.'
For some reason, Uzui felt they were doing it on purpose. Was it really necessary to measure how far they were going to cut? Perhaps so, but the fact that they "casually" put their fingers in the hollows of his armpits didn't seem so necessary
The squeezes to "measure" and "feel" an approximation of his muscles didn't seem to be that either, and yet, they were doing it. They seemed to be looking for something more...
'G-gihihihirls... Dohohohon't y-yo-you th-think th-thahahat...?'
'I think we should also make sure he can breathe; his uniform seems too tight, look how constricted it is around his abdomen, for example.'
'W-wahahahaihihit... Y-YOU a-ahaharehehehehehe do-doing thihihihihis on p-purpohohohose...!!!'
'Of course not, Suma has a point, it seems like the buttons could easily come undone with a simple sigh or inhalation from you!'
'You're e-exaggeheheheratihihihing...! C-come ooooon... L-lehehehehet me t-ta-take o-off my uhu-uniform aaaaand it'll b-be easihihier...!'
They obviously refused, mainly because they needed the exact measurements; even though they were tickling him, which was part of their main objective, he couldn't take off his uniform.
Soon he felt fingers invading his armpits; even with his uniform he could feel his wives' nails scratching the center. He even felt someone scratching around his navel, his abdominal muscles, and part of his hips.
'Oh Uzui, don't tell me you're so ticklish you can't stand this, we're not doing anything...~'
'M-me?! O-of cohohoursehehehe n-no...!'
'Perfect, because we're going to start marking the points so we can cut it and then sew it, please try not to move at all'
'A-ahahahand why a-are youhuhuhuhu s-squeezing my a-abdomehehehehehen...?!'
'Obviously because we need to make sure it's not too long or too short, Suma, help me keep him still'
Obviously, Uzui wasn't going to hurt them, much less ruin the work they were going to do, so he put a lot of effort into not trying to wave his arms nor tremble when Hinatsuru's fingers began to make cutting patterns on the uniform shirt, also feeling that the scratches she made "on purpose" because she was "deviated" were completely calculated
'Well, see it wasn't so difficult? One's already finished, just the other one and we'll start cutting! You're doing a great job, Uzui!'
'Sure... Just try to do it quickly... My arms feel tired...'
The process was the same: Makio and Suma holding each of his arms, Uzui trying not to move a hair, and Hinatsuru marking the points that would be sewn. Easy.
'Well done, Tengen-sama! Congratulations!'
'Yes, thank you... Now... Could you help me take off this uniform...?'
'Oh come on, are you going to deny that we have some fun? It's been a while since we've hung out like this!'
'Hey... No... Not that... Girls... Wait... Let's talk.. Girls... GIHIHIHIHIRLS!!!'
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'You look as flashy and beautiful as ever, Tengen!'
'It suits you quite well, good luck on your first mission, please come back safely'
'We love you, take care, see you...'
'I love you all too... See you later, I bet I'll pull off an amazing feat and get promoted. After all, I carry a part of you with me. I love you all, goodbye!'
