Dana was an honest to goodness gamer girl. Not like those e-girls that have legions of thirsty simps following them, more like the shy kind of girl you see in high school. She was wandering around the mall looking for something interesting to try out, having just picked out a couple discounted games to play that weekend. That’s when she stumbled across a shop she hadn’t noticed before. It looked like an antique store, but the stuff inside looked like I came from the 13th century or something. She was drawn to it immediately.
Browsing the store, Dana noticed an odd sort of feeling to the air. It was almost magical, but it had a forewarning sort of tingle, as though this store’s wares were nothing to be trifled with. There were things on the shelves and in the racks that looked like they could have come from anywhere in time. There were things like books with heavy locks and old ceramic dolls, and stuff like rotary telephones and toy laser guns. She couldn’t believe her eyes gazing at the variety in front of her.
That’s when she noticed a clothing rack that had a bunch of coats hanging on it. The coats were bagged in sets of three and came with a little pamphlet. Dana was always in the market for a comfy jacket, and here she could get three for the price of one! She picked up one of the sets and went to go pay for them.
“Ah, the Shortstack Collection,” the old clerk smiled, “An excellent selection! Three coats means three times the fun! I’m sure you will find the price most agreeable, miss. That’ll be $12.59, and not a sheckle more.”
“Oh cool,” Dana graciously answered, “thank you! Uh... you wouldn’t happen to accept credit card, would you?”
“Ah yes, we accept Visa, MasterCard, American Express, and others. Thank you for your purchase. And trust me when I tell you that the fun you will have with these coats will be in no short supply.”
Returning home, Dana brought all of her purchases up to her room, excited to try on the coats.
“Okay, so the pamphlet says to wear the trench coat first,” she muttered as she put on the coat. The bottom of the coat swept the ground, and the sleeves were a little long, but it was pretty comfortable. Suddenly her center of balance was thrown off and she fell over.
The coat had turned her into three short naked women with huge boobs and butts. She felt a little dizzy from the fall and from suddenly being about a third of her height. She felt stout, and her breasts felt pretty heavy. They were soft too, and they were big enough that she could bring the nipples to her mouth.
Her two clones looked exactly like her, but one of them had purple skin and yellow horns, and the other looked like a tiger girl. They all looked at each other in rapt fascination.
“Are you... me?” They each asked at the same time.
“I think so,” said the purple Dana, “last I remember was putting on that trench coat and suddenly there’s three little me’s! Was my ass always this big?”
“I don’t think so,” the tiger Dana responded, “and I don’t think I was ever quite this furry either. Look at us! We’ve got enough boob flesh for six of me, let alone three!”
“So what do we do?” Dana asked her copies, “I’m open to suggestions.”
“I don’t know,” the horned one said, “but I feel like you’re the one of us in charge here.”
“Same here,” the tiger one concurred, “I can’t think of a better leader than the original.”
“In that case,” Dana said, “I say you two need some different names. There’s only room for one Dana around here!”
“In that case,” said the horned purple one, “I’ll be called Jana. I think that’s a good idea for something as devilish looking as me.”
“I want to be called Hana,” the tiger said.
“Okay, so with that out of the way, what do we want to do?”