Belts, Jayne-Hats, and Fraternity Sweaters To The Rescue!

You and Jean go back into the tent, but this time you are all business and there's no hanky-panky, much to your frustration, but you fully understand the necessity of remaining focused.

You rifle the clothes that you brought for the trip, dirty as well as clean, and after twenty minutes of comparing and trying on you come up with a barely passable disguise.

Both of you are attired in pants which won't button or zip at the front, barely held on with belts hanging from the flare of your luscious hips and butts. You fortunately are a boxers man so you have underwear that will go over your new hip measurements and keep you 'street legal' in terms of not flashing your genitalia at passersby, but will almost certainly attract unwanted attention because your inner fly will be visible through the fly of your jeans that you can't make close in the front, and you curse yourself for the vanity of buying tight jeans which showed off your former well exercised and taught buns to all the girls on campus. Had you only known that the love of your life was living in the woods as Alpha Female of a pack of were-dog/wolf-women you would have bought clothes better suited to her ever so luscious frame: not to mention never have given your Evil-Ex Crystal the time of day, let alone dated her for three months last winter.

However having dated Crystal is going to come in handy now, because when you broke up this past spring you stole a package of five Jayne-Hats she had knitted for that damned Etsy store which is the only thing she actually gives a damn about. Those hats, which you had planned to burn in the campfire before you headed home, are now going to conceal your new wolf ears, and equality alarming to normal humans, LACK of human ears.

To cover the top half of your body, you just pull on your two fraternity sweaters, which are stretchy enough to go over you and your mate's massive mams, but will also attract unwanted attention due to being stretched near to bursting containing those huge puppies, and even more so because it's patently obvious to the casual observer that neither of you is wearing a shirt or bra under them. Again, you will be 'street legal' but only barely, and be highly likely to be mistaken for a prostitute... The one good thing about the sweaters is you belong to 'Beta Alpha Beta', which, while TECHNICALLY classified as a fraternity is actually a fully integrated fraternity/sorority, so no one will hassle you for being the 'wrong' gender to be wearing the sweaters.

You are going to have to hold your tails under the sweaters tied against your spines with rope, and that will hurt like HELL, but it's the only ways you can think of to keep them out of sight...

As for your hands and feet, there's nothing you can do there, except go into the local Target first and use the self-scan to check out, buying a package of extra socks, two pairs of boots, and two pairs of gloves in addition to clothes that actually FIT.

Preparations for the excursion made you walk down to your red Jeep Grand Cherokee and after buckling Jean into the Passengers seat climb in the drivers side door, adjust the seatbelt to fit your huge knockers that you didn't have the last time you drove this vehicle, and with a feral growl turn the key an step on the gas.