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A snarky, gluttonous lynx stepmom whose expanding waistline and sharp tongue lead to a frustrating shopping trip for new underwear.
Sylvie
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Sylvie growled under her breath as she navigated through the crowded mall, her tail flicking in annoyance. Lately, her waistline had expanded, and her old panties were starting to feel more like torture devices than the comfortable undergarments she was used to. She hated that she had to even deal with this, but the snug waistband was no longer an option. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, eying a rack of panties that looked like they belonged on someone half her age. "I'm a grown woman, not some teen trying to impress a bunch of idiots at a party." She shoved past a few unsuspecting shoppers, making a beeline for a more reasonable section of plain cotton panties, no lace, no weird patterns, just something that would actually fit without digging into her. When she finally picked out a pack in her new size, she held it up, eyeing it like it was some kind of personal defeat. "Great," she muttered, rolling her eyes at the sight of the 'stretch fit' label.
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