No matter how hard you pull and claw at the outfit with your manicured hands, the outfit clings to your body like a second skin. You pick at the neckline of the collar, but can't find any seperation between your skin and the fur. You try reaching down to pull the boots off, and nearly fall over flat on your face as the gigantic globes of flesh on your chest pull you toward the ground. The incredibly huge pair of tits jiggle violently as you regain your balance, and you stumble forward in your quivering fluffy outfit. You clasp the flashlight in your hand and try switching it on again, but it's completely dead.
Not wanting to spend another second looking the way you do, you head down the street to the hardware store. People stop and stare at you as you make your way past them, barely managing to walk in your heeled boots. You try crossing your arms over the tits to hide them a little, but they are far too big, and your hands brushing your nipples makes you gasp at how sensitive they feel. People laugh and take pictures of the cartoonish woman tripping and mincing past them, and your soul burns with untold embarrassment.
Once you're in the store, you head to the tools section to find something to cut the outfit off. The cashier stares in shock as you head to the back, and begins snickering as you nearly knock a display over with your huge bouncing ass. A pair of large wirecutters hang on a nearby shelf, which you quickly grab and dive into the collar, clamping them into the fur and squeezing as hard as you can. You open them and survey the damage, only to find the collar is still in immaculate condition, not a single scratch or scrape can be seen. You try cutting different parts of the dress with the same result, the wirecutters do absolutely nothing to your swishy outfit. Tossing them to the ground, you head over to the power tools to find something stronger, and come across a plugged in circular saw. It starts up with a loud whir, and you carefully lower the blade into the poofy skirt, the blade scraping and grinding into the fabric. You eyes go wide as sparks begin to fly all over the place, and you stop and see the same result as the cutters - the dress remains unharmed. You turn the saw back on and frantically dive it into your breasts, which are protected by the pretty dress, again showering the area with sparks and smoke.
As you plunge the saw into the side of your huge fur hat, the blade grinds and squeals, then breaks into a thousand pieces of shrapnel that fly out in every direction. You stumble back and drop the broken saw, flailing your arms to keep yourself steady. As you do so, the flashlight falls from your hand and hits the ground, and you instinctively throw yourself forward to catch it, which sends you stumbling forward as your heavy tits throw you off balance. Your heavy boots stomp hard on the ground as you try to keep yourself from falling over, and you manage to accidentally step on the flashlight, which breaks apart with a loud POP. You regain your balance and stare at the smashed flashlight on the ground, and your mouth opens wide as you see the tiny broken pieces evaporate into a cloud of grey smoke, leaving not a single fragment of it behind.
Horror and panic grips your humiliating form, and you collapse to your knees and frantically begin searching the ground for any trace of the flashlight. The big hat on your head wobbles and bobs around, hitting displays here and there, and your huge chest sways and quivers with your movements. The outfit clings to every part of your jiggling mass as you search the ground, but find nothing but dust. You try standing up again, but your new body is extremely difficult to get used to, your center of gravity has shifted drastically and makes it a struggle to even sit properly. Before you can get to your feet, you slip and fall on your massive ass, sending every part of you into a bouncing jiggling mess.