A Tight Fit

Lexi and Khloe faced the dryer disaster before coffee could even hit their systems. Every shirt and pant had shrunk three sizes smaller. They stood in sleepwear that clung like wet silk and considered their options. Chores waited. They chose the shrunken clothes. Khloe squeezed into cut-off denim shorts that rode high on her ass. The denim seam pressed between her lips with every step. Lexi tugged a baby tee across her tits until the fabric strained transparent over her nipples. Waistbands dug. Seams pulled. Neither girl spoke. They simply bent, reached, and cleaned. Sweat pearled between Lexi’s shoulder blades. The tee rode up with every stretch, flashing smooth skin above her shorts. Khloe caught the sight and pressed her thighs together, feeling the shorts crotch grow damp. She bent to wipe the coffee table; a loud rip split the air. Her right ass cheek spilled free, framed by white threads. Lexi froze, eyes locked on the exposed flesh. Another seam popped along Khloe’s left hip. The denim peeled like wrapping paper. Khloe stayed bent, breath quick, pussy visible now between the ripped gap. Lexi stepped closer. Her own tee split at the shoulder seam when she reached to help. Cool air brushed Lexi’s bare breast. Khloe’s fingers traced the tear, then pulled. Fabric surrendered with a quick snap. Lexi’s shorts surrendered next. Khloe hooked two fingers into the waist and tugged. The button flew. Khloe’s mouth followed, tongue sliding through Lexi’s slick folds while the ruined shorts pooled at her ankles. Lexi braced against the counter, hips rolling, voice low and steady. Khloe stood. They kissed, naked now except for shreds of fabric clinging to hips and thighs. Fingers, mouths, thighs locked. They moved to the couch where chores finally became pleasure.