Here's something new! I really liked the "Itan's Unfortunate Day" stories by  Isinia , so I decided to write one for myself. Check hers out too!

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Sigh. Here we go. You know those things that you look at, laugh at, and think that such a thing could never happen to you? Well now it seems there's another example...me. Sometimes, I enjoy wearing tight clothes, often just to see if I can...but that's mainly done just in private.

Today, though, one of those outfits were the only clean clothes I was able to find; all my others were either filthy, or were washed but not dried. At least my underwear was the proper size, though not exactly modest. No matter, I didn't have time to wait. So in a hurry, I slipped on the first thing I could find that was mine; first I slipped on one of my shirts, but had a bit of trouble buttoning it together; there were gaps between then, I could feel them, but it seemed more then enough to hold. And as well, the jeans were tight as well; they were much harder to button (there were four, instead of one and a zipper), and I could feel the whole thing creak a bit; it was something else trying to roll it up to put my socks on. Why I didn't just throw on some of my husband's clothes still doesn't make sense to me.

Anyway, I didn't have time to wait for any of my other outfits; I had to make a delivery to a customer, and car troubles meant that I was already running late; if I hurried, I might make it in time. Good order too, not often that I'm asked for an SVT-40, let alone a scoped one. Anyway, I loaded the case into the back of the car; it was a bit awkward to move, my clothes did not want to flex very well. It was 11:30, an hour after I was supposed to leave, and they were expecting it by 1...quickly I sat down in the seat of the car, only to feel and hear a loud “SHHRRRP!” My face flushed. “Oh scheiße...” From the way the surface of the seat felt, I'd split the rear seam quite a bit. Sighing, I started up and drove on, I'd have to wait til I returned to change into something else.

There were dark clouds when I finally arrived; I'd just made it in time. I tried untucking my shirt, hoping it could cover the split in my jeans (With the panties I was wearing, it looked as if I had nothing on underneath, my ass had swallowed them at the part that was split open), but no, it didn't reach that far down. Muttering another German swear, I tucked it back in, and went inside. The time went like any other; the only difference was that I tried never to show my backside, though a slight “Heh,” told me I'd failed. But no matter, I needed to get home.

...Or not, I blushed, as I heard my stomach grumbling and remembered I had missed lunch. So, another stop before I headed home...As I walked outside, though, it began raining. Pouring. Just great. I'd left the window down as well, so I was gonna stay wet for a while. So, I rolled up the window first thing, and drove off.

Nothing that really appealed to me as far as restaurants; either they would have too long a wait, thus more a chance people would see my exposed ass, or it was a fast food place, which I typically avoided. I could get something at home...but my rumbling belly convinced me otherwise. “Fuck it,” I muttered, pulling into a mcdonalds.

It was raining even heavier when I turned off the car. I was going to get my umbrella, but being just a few feet from the door, I figured I'd spend more time trying to open the damn thing than being sheltered under it. So, I just got out, feeling me clothes groan a bit. Had they gotten tighter...? Maybe I should have gotten the umbrella...no, that wouldn't matter, I had already been soaked. So I just locked my car and ran inside. I felt a seam under my arm start to tear. And another on my calf. Goddamn, I should have left late after all, but it was too late now. So I walked up to the counter, trying to cover the torn pants with my tail. Placing my order, I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and check my clothes...

Wow, the rain really did shrink them I bit...I hope they wouldn't do so anymore. The gaps between my shirt buttons were pulled wider than ever, making it obvious I had a lingerie bra underneath. Great. I walked out of the bathroom and back to the counter. I felt a bit stiff and twisted my back a bit. “Pop pop!” Ahh that felt better.... “Woah, nice!” ...Wait... looking down, I gasped: two buttons had rocketed from my shirt, showing off my breasts and bra. I tried pulling my shirt back together, but in doing so, that ripped them open at the back...just perfect. And my order was called. Fine, I'll bite. I went and took my food, sitting at a table in the least crowded corner.

For someone so health concerned, I really could pack it away when I was starving. Five quarter pound burgers, 3 large fries, two eight-piece nuggets, and two large sodas...oof, I was stuffed. It felt nice though, and I'd even forgotten to be embarrassed of my multiple wardrobe malfunctions. Well, until I stood up and popped the top two buttons off my jeans. Perhaps noone would notice, it wasn't that loud...except that I was belching and hiccuping uncontrollably. I sighed, trying to cover my torn clothing, and walked out the door, only for the door to close onto the back of my shirt. I should have stopped, but I was too focused on making it to my car. Yes, your guess is right: tore my shirt completely off, made worse as my shriek drew attention. I pulled the door open and took what was left of my shirt, and and went to the car. Finally, I could head ho—

My keys were locked inside.

So, after calling Laya to pick me up, I sat back down in one of the seats, waiting for her; it would take a while for her to arrive. I felt another pop from my jeans; it seams they did shrink just a bit more. Sigh. But the restaurant was getting busy: not only would there be more people to see me in my embarrassed state, I would have to give up my seat for people whose stomachs were growling rather than bursting. And that time came. They hadn't seem me yet, but I knew that I had the only remaining booth. So I stood. Wait...the seat was stick, I realized, as my pants tore and tore from my standing...I tried tugging at the pans, but they refused to pull away from the seat, not without taking the surface with it. Of course. Then it hit me: why not just wait in the bathroom?

I leaned back against the wall and sighed. This day just kept getting worse and worse. I'd gone from fully dressed, to running around in my underwear and shoes. In public, far from home. Whatever. I threw my shirt down; fuck it, I'm running around in underwear, so what? It's not like I wanted to, or that I'm completely naked.

“Pan! You in here!” Finally! I leaned out of the bathroom door and waved, and Laya, a tall, chubby snow leopard, walked to me. “Ready to go then?” I nodded. “Just gimme the clothes to change into.” But Lays turned her head, grinning maliciously. “Weeeeeeell, you only told me to pick you up,” she smirked, deliberately speaking louder after that. “You didn't tell me hat all your clothes had fallen apart~!” I will fucking kill her when I get home. Growling angrily at her, I proceeded to follow her to her car, everyone looking. But not before the back of my bra caught on a nail sticking from the bathroom door frame, snapping the front clasp, and before I could react, my breasts bounced free. I'll kill myself after Laya.

Finally, we were home...what a relief...I beamed, going to head inside. “Pan, wait...” I tuned, waiting, only for Laya to tug on my panties...I think she meant to snap it like a rubber band, but of course the damn thing snapped *off.* At least it smacked her in the face. I glared daggers at her and walked inside. I could hear her laugh; I dreaded that someone had taken photos, but that didn't matter now...I flopped unto bed. Finally, this day was over.