Poprockz
The perverted lady
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Bowsette nodded and grabbed Peach, pulling her into the back with her as the tailor followed. They had to undo the sleeve to get her into the dress, which made for quite the scuffle in the back room. He could hear muffled screaming, a couple small crashes, Bowsette saying "Ow! You bitch!", and more muffled screaming. After about 20 minutes of this, Bowsette dragged Peach out of the room in the purple dress, the sleeve once again holding her arms back.
Peach hated it with a burning passion. It showed a lot more cleavage than she was used to and felt way too tight. It was like the dress was almost a second skin. Come to think of it, the whole dress was like a sleeve in of itself, constricting the movement of her legs so that she couldn't run if she wanted to. She seethed silently as Bowsette grinned.
"We're done!" Bowsette grinned. "Ta-dah!" She gestured at Peach and wiggled her fingers in a "jazz-hands" sort of way.
Peach hated it with a burning passion. It showed a lot more cleavage than she was used to and felt way too tight. It was like the dress was almost a second skin. Come to think of it, the whole dress was like a sleeve in of itself, constricting the movement of her legs so that she couldn't run if she wanted to. She seethed silently as Bowsette grinned.
"We're done!" Bowsette grinned. "Ta-dah!" She gestured at Peach and wiggled her fingers in a "jazz-hands" sort of way.