Free to browse to their hearts’ content, Sammi and Zleda skipped off to the dressing room to try on the first outfits they liked.
Peach picked up the black corset she’d been eyeing earlier with some worry. If the two blondes spent too much time here, they’d never even leave this store before the end of their vacation day together.
In her dressing room, Zelda was struggling to fit the tiny bikini top over her nearly watermellon-sized breasts. The cool feeling of the metal mail tickling her skin caused the tanned, blonde princess to giggle, sending her breasts flailing about in all directions.
After a few minutes of struggling, she finally squeezed them into the skimpy chainmail bikini. The triangles of the top, formed by a scant few interlocking metallic rings, covered the bare essentials and nothing else. The bottom half of the armor was a metallic thong with a small lip of chainmail draping down in the front and back, preserving some at least small illusion of modesty.
Zelda took in her reflection and gigled happily, clapping in excitement. She looked like a totally sexy warrior lady. She’d wear this next time she saw Link and prove to him that she could go on sexy adventures with him too.
Meanwhile, Peach stood in the dressing room next door, admiring her reflection. The goth stared at her corseted form appreciatively, impressed by how much the corset had managed to constrict her waist and enhance her bust and hips. Her altered curves were reminiscent of Sammi’s - obviously feminine and attractively exaggerated - but still within the realm of plausibility, unlike Zelda who Peach was convinced could only get a figure like that through whatever magic her world had access to.
If only Peach knew how close to being right she was...
Unbeknownst to any of the women however, the schoolgirl sailor-styled outfit Sammi had been eyeing earlier had an effect quite unlike Zelda’s enchanted bikini (which was as strong as real armor despite its skimpiness), or Peach’s corset (which greatly enhanced a woman’s curves and granted minor hypnotic abilities at the cost of increasing the wearer’s libido).
The cute little outfit Sammi was currently slipping her doll-like form into was the known as the Fighter’s Fuku, which granted enhanced strength and courage for as long as it was worn, but also attracted danger like a moth to a flame.
So the instant Sammi closed the skirt around her soft girlish hips, a dark presence entered the store, looking to catch the princesses unaware.
It was...
Tue Dec 04 06:54:30 2012
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