Being a single mother is hard, especially when one has three children. Coralline Sanders loved her babies to bits, but they ran her ragged most days. She had two six year olds, Tommy and Molly, and a two year old Andy. She was raising them by herself ever since divorcing her husband after finding out that he was cheating on her. Now here she was with three children, having to work full time from home, the stress that came with it, and a surprisingly generous alimony from a man trying to repent his transgressions.
So when she saw the ad in the mall for a coat that could make three of her, effectively splitting her workload three times over, her heart leaped for joy! She quickly snapped up a set of coats and went home to see for herself if this was too good to be true.
She had to wait until her children were fast asleep to try it out. Reading the instructions, she examined the articles of clothing she bought. A trench coat not unlike the kind children would use to pretend to be a grown up, a dressing robe that looked like really soft taffeta, and a long parka that looked like a dress. She was supposed to wear the trench coat first, so she did just that. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, but it was a tad stiff in the sleeves.
Suddenly Coralline tumbled over, her center of balance suddenly shifted. Picking herself up from the floor, she noticed how small she was, first of all, and just how big her boobs and butt had gotten. They didn’t feel like implants either, which was good because the idea of implants scared her half to death.
“Did that work?” she heard her voice say about two feet away from her. She saw another little Coralline who had aqua green skin and true blue horns. She looked like a fantasy demon, but she knew it was just her and nothing to be afraid of.
“I think it did,” she told her horned double. She looked around the room and saw the third Coralline, who looked like a big-boobie teddy bear girl with her face and haircut.
“Uh, anyone want to tell me why I’m a bear?” the bear Coralline asked her clones.
“No idea,” the horned one said, “I’m still getting used to the idea that I got horns and green skin. I look ridiculous!”
“On top of that,” the original pointed out, “we’re all naked right now! Where did my other clothes go? I had my phone in my pocket and I cannot lose that!”
“Oh, I found my phone!” the bear said, “It’s in one of that coat’s pockets.”
“That’s a relief,” the horned one said. Then a realization struck the Corallines. How would their children react to this?
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” the original said, “but for now, we need to come up with names for each other.”
“Well, you’re the original,” the horned one stated, “so I think that you should still be called Coralline.”
“I don’t object to that idea,” the bear one said, “So, that just leaves you and me, huh?”
“Uh huh,” the horned one said, “so I think I’m gonna call myself Diane. That was my middle name, but since I’m three of me now I would think that makes some sense.”
“Then that would make me Sandy?” the bear asked. The three agreed to the names and moved onto their next problem, clothes that fit them. Luckily they still had the coats’ instructions.
“Okay,” Coralline explained, “See that gown? That thing will conjure up outfits for us, only problem is that they’re always sexual ones.”
“Well shoot, I guess it’ll have to do until we can get clothes shopping for our new sizes,” Diane sighed, “Wearing slutty outfits in front of my babies probably wouldn’t be too healthy for their development.”
“Also, the parka over there can put us back together,” Coralline continued, “but based on which one of us is the head.”
“I don’t think we should worry about that yet,” Sandy said, “I want to get some sleep before I gotta make lunches for Tommy and Molly.”
With a stretch and yawn, the other two agreed, so they all got into bed together and started sleeping, cuddling each other subconsciously.