Dungeon of Niflheim
Chapter 809: Date? Preparation

Chapter 809: Chapter 809: Date? Preparation

Khione quickly tossed the frilly purple dress away, not daring to look at the abomination for another second. This outfit was a definite bust at least the upper half was, the boots however, black high rises with 4 inch heels were much more to her taste. Strong, powerful, durable yet at the same time flattering to her more unique physique. They didn’t care in the slightest how muscular she was, as long as her ass had even the slightest bit of curve then they’d make it pop, turning it into the star of any outfit and oh was her ass curvy.

The walk wouldn’t be the most comfortable, but she had the calf strength to endure it, something many women willingly practised so as to achieve that beautiful pop.

She placed the boots to one side, the maybe pile before picking up the next option, a cobalt blue buttoned puffed sleeve blouse that focused on emphasizing the cleavage while at the same time giving off a warm, friendly and free natured aura. A choice that would suit someone young and vibrant. Unfortunately though the colour was good the sizing was a bit off.

"Haaaaa I’ve gone up at least two cups sizes since she bought me this." Khione shook her head before glaring at the massive flesh mounds that thrust out from her chest. As a warrior she found them to be quite annoying, always getting in her way whenever she swung her spear, smacking her in the face whenever she ran without a heavy duty bra. Pains in the ass really....but then again Frost seemed to like them. Though he never straight up stared at them like a horn dog he did nod in appreciation and her sisters always seemed to be jealous off her when it came to her assets so perhaps they weren’t all that bad.

"Shame I quite liked this style when I was younger." She was disappointed, she couldn’t wear this with her current size lest she wanted to be arrested for public indecency, it wouldn’t be her cleavage that was emphasised but her breasts themselves therefore she reluctantly threw it next to the frilly dress.

"The jacket might still work though." Alongside the cobalt blouse was a green jacket made of a leathery material, an addition that helped stave of the chill on particularly cold days but given her current strength such a feature was no longer necessary. The style however was nice and would hide her shoulders that would surely threatened to rip through such soft material like what the blouse was made of.

"...Ah guess that’s a no as well haaaaa." Unfortunately just like the blouse she had outgrown the jacket; she could barely get her shoulder in halfway before getting stuck.

Khione suddenly regretted not shopping for new clothes the last time her sister invited her out. She had a plethora of training gear which fit perfectly but so few casual clothes at least ones that couldn’t be described as ’’comfortable’.

She looked at the third and final choice with hope and expectation but in the end she was let down. "This makes me look like a bookworm, the only thing missing is a pair of glasses and a book as thick as my wrist." The last option was orange a yellow striped shirt that had no frills, no buttons and would cover everything completely and if that wasn’t enough her mother added a brown knitted cardigan which would further hide her beautiful skin and restrain her innate assets. A completely different approach from the first two outfits but a necessary one, Khione may not be up to wearing such bold outfits when out with Frost therefore Frejya added this as a backup alas none of them really worked for the young woman. She liked the boots from the first and most of the second but unfortunately it no longer fitted, the third option however had nothing she liked, downright hideous or rather blasphemous considering her level of beauty. She was hot and she knew it. Such a body and such enchanting skin should always be on display, that was her pride.

Khione thus encountered an unexpected predicament, her mother had failed in a task that she was never actually asked to do and thus received a few internal and underserved insults from her youngest daughter, mocking her sense of fashion and lacking knowledge of her three sizes.

"Should I just wear a training outfit, they’re comfortable and cute in their own way." Finding the three prepared outfits lacking Khione rushed to her closet but rejected pretty much everything she saw. The only thing that looked even remotely appealing was her training outfits, of which she had quite the range of styles. "If I add a different jacket and those boots to this one it might work." She pulled out a training outfit that was more clothes like than the others, if she used a nice jacket and those black high rise boots she’d looked somewhat respectable.

She tried the combination, stripping down to nothing but her brassiere and underwear, something that should also be changed but since they wouldn’t be on show they were less important.

"Not bad but...." Upon wearing the combination she had to admit she cut a decent figure but decent wasn’t enough she wanted to be dynamite, to blow Frost’s mind so much that his jaw would unhinge in shock, a satisfactory win over the handsome devil that had been plaguing her heart and mind.

Since this outfit wouldn’t do she quickly disrobed and went back on the hunt, 30 minutes wasn’t a lot of time for a woman to prepare, especially one who was as unprepared as she was, but Khione was determined not to give up her search. She rattled through every item of clothing she owned like a machine on a mission.

The air above her head was filled with flying outfits that didn’t meet her criteria, either lacking in flair, out of style or too plain or comfortable looking but for the mass majority they simply no longer fit her.

Given her tunnel vision that placed training above all else she rarely ever bought clothes that weren’t fit for that purpose in fact the last time she could remember going on a shopping spree for casual clothes was roughly two years ago and she’d grown quite a lot since then.

Most trousers and skirts that she owned failed to rise further than her kneecaps and those that did were either stopped by her massive thighs or threatened to explode whenever she bent over even slightly.

She had so few options too choose from now since 80% of wardrobe no longer fit her.

Khione looked down at the temple that was her body struggling to get mad at it given how sexy and defined it had become over the past couple years. She loved her muscles that made even baggy shirts and trousers stretch to their absolute limit, her sculpted ass that could burst apart the backend of a pair of skinny jeans and even her voluptuous breasts that often interfered with her training, a worthy trade to look this fine.

The only thing she regretted was not thinking far enough ahead when she last went shopping. She was already training her ass off way back then so she should have been able to predict such an outcome alas she was too conservative....at least all her training attire fit her.

That first outfit, the one where she wore the jacket and boots with the more clothes like training attire was looking more and more like her only option.

But eventually after a great deal of effort she finally spotted something, an article of clothing that was both stylish, unworn and most of all fit her like a glove.

"Hahaha well done past me!" Khione practically kissed the pair of ’ripped’ white jeans held in her hands as she raised them high above her head in victory. She adored these jeans when she first saw them a couple years ago, even her sister praised them saying they’d look gorgeous on her unfortunately she bought the wrong size and only realised a few days later when she was invited to ski down the Hinalon mountains. She was so disappointed that she didn’t even bother going back to the store and instead let them rot in the back of her closet.

Now however they were the perfect size, they easily passed her kneecaps and even slide over her massive thighs. The ass was still a bit of a struggle but with a quick inhale she managed to pass the last hurdle without the threat of them bursting at the seams.

"Damn these are a sexy pair of jeans." She loved them even more now, her sensual curves along with the shape of her muscles were clearly seen beneath the fabric, showing off what made Khione, Khione. And to top it off the ripped sections over the thigh, knee and shin allowed her beautiful dark skin to peer through, another bonus point that had her smiling from ear to ear.

Now the only question that remained was what to wear alongside these gorgeous white jeans.