Mall switch-up

This was based off a story idea submitted to the suggestion box by JanitorClair!

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“Thank you for coming with me, babe. I know it must be boring to go shopping all day. Now hurry those steps, my favorite lingerie shop is about to close~” Megan let out a sweet giggle on her struggling boyfriend’s shoulder, leaning in to put an appreciative peck on his cheek. Jason just flashed her a smile and leaned into it, even if said kiss was accompanied by Megan’s push to strap another cosmetic-filled shopping bag onto his already quite crowded arms.

“I don’t mind,” he replied, shifting the weight in his arms to welcome even more bags like a proper pack mule, “though I’m curious, why didn’t you invite your friends over? I’m sure I wasn’t the first choice for a mall spree.” She immediately halted her steps at Jason’s question, frowning with a tilted head that stared past him. He’d done it now, committed the unforgivable sin of questioning his girlfriend’s loyalties. “I didn’t mean it like tha—” 

“Sarah’s birthday is tonight!” Megan’s hands thankfully grasped onto Jason’s shoulders instead of his throat, nearly shaking her stacks of purchased goods off his limbs. “That’s the whole reason I came to the mall, how could I forget?!” she exclaimed through the sound of her nails tapping against her phone screen, “Jason, I’m going to go look for a present for Sarah. I need you to go buy my bras before the store closes. I sent you my sizes. See you in a bit, babe!” With that, she swiftly disappeared from his view, darting around a corner of the mall before Jason could even protest; abandoning her man with a load of feminine cargo and a mission he wasn’t quite sure he was apt for.

“B, B, B…” God, why did she have to send HIM to do this? He was definitely not made for this task, navigating the different aisles growing tedious with about five different bras per shelf, each marked with the sameish measurements as the ones on his phone screen. Either his girlfriend had sent him something wrong or, most likely, Jason did not get what those numbers were meant to represent at all. He didn’t want to call on a worker to avoid any unneeded attention, being the sole guy in the lingerie store, but at this point? He was looking way worse by just staying in the aisles. “Just grab whichever seems right,” he told himself, picking up a white piece that vaguely looked like something Megan could wear.

“Lookie here, girls. A pervert is checking out bras~” 

Jason instantly turned to the voice behind him, facing a giggling blonde pointing accusatory fingers at him, dressed in a sweater that would be stylish if not for the cleavage window from where her substantial assets visibly jiggled with her giggles. “No, no, I was buying this—”

“So these are for you then?~” The blonde smirked at him, stepping close and leaning to rest the full weight of her breasts on his chest, pushing a blushing Jason back through the aisles as two more sets of boobs flanked his sides.

“He’s not lying, Annie, he has some totally cute lipsticks in here!” He turned to the squeaky voice of a brunette claiming his right side, opening his girlfriend’s bags without a care for his consent.

“Oh, don’t worry then, handsome, we’ll pick something totally hawt for you~” The sudden feeling of cold fingers around his junk sends a shudder through Jason’s frame, immediately catching his attention to a curvy redhead pressed into his remaining flank. Openly jerking him off in the store, teasingly scraping the head of his cock with her acrylic nails.

“Hey sto—” Jason tried to protest, only to be silenced by the sudden pressure of a red bullet meeting his mouth. Running around the softening edges of his lips. A fruity aroma instantly fills his shrinking nostrils, trailing behind the waxy texture being spread around his puffing lips by the brunette at his side.

“Stay still, girl~” she giggled, painting his lips in the deep cherry red color Megan had meticulously chosen some stores ago. Rubbing the tube against every inch of his pillowy lips to make sure she didn’t miss a single spot.

“Let me g— Mmh!~” Jason mewled mid-yell, growing hotter from the redhead’s delicious ministrations, jerking him quicker now that the surface she was working with had sunken halfway into his body “Plea— ooh~” he couldn’t hold back another groan, melting into the combined heat from his arousal and the shrinking structure of his body, the girls previously hanging onto his arms now resting their chins on his narrow shoulders as they guided him into the store’s dressing room.

“Gawd, we need to do something about this horrendous get-up. Off it goes” The blonde wasted no time in stripping him, threading his now oversized polo over his head, baring the tiny mounds developing on his naked chest to the chill store air. His jeans followed shortly, uncovering stick-thin legs and the now flat surface of his briefs. “This won’t do. Talia, Cathy, go find our girl something cute. I need to do emergency styling on Jessy here,” she barked at the brunette and redhead, respectively. Swiftly maneuvering the feminine, very much naked, man to sit on his flat bottom. “Don’t move, babe~” she cooed, rummaging through her makeup kit.

“Annie, please. This is, like, totally embarrassing.” Some part of Jas— Jessie’s mind now recalled the blonde’s name, making sure to voice his complaints as hi— her girl friend got to work; erasing any remaining traces of her former masculinity brush by brush, spreading layers of makeup into her skin, evening the angles of her face, and applying blush to pop out her round, pinchable cheeks.

“Stay still girl, you don’t want me to pop out your eyeball, right?~” Annie giggled at her own remark, brushing strands of Jesse’s caramel hair off the girl’s face.

“Ahh…” Jessie tried to whine again, but her changing mind eased her into Annie’s hands. Allowing the blonde to curl her naturally long eyelashes, and to trace the underside of her doe-like eyes with some slutty liner.

“We are back!~”

Jessie’s makeup session was interrupted by her returning friends, now presenting their chosen lingerie, a black lace set that looked a bit too forward for her tastes. Regardless, she flashed them a smile and reached for the pieces. Stripping off her ugly, boyish briefs and sliding the panties over the fat-bloating surface of her thighs, setting them around her much wider hips. Delicate fingers wrapped the complementary stockings over the smooth skin of her legs, drawing them across their hairless surface until the fabric struggled around the expanse of her plump thighs “Oops~” she giggled, “I need to watch my weight!” feigning concern in her tone as she arched her back off the seat, settling onto recently fattened ass cheeks that hid the back of her panties between their succulent meat “I don’t know if this will fit me…” Jessie pouted, holding a bra that looked a cup size or two bigger than her pert little boobies, but the look in her gal’s eyes urged her on anyway; slipping the straps over her shoulders and fiddling with the clasp, completely missing the growth of her breasts as the mounds expanded to fill the cups. Engorging with tissue until the lace accentuated their soft shape and then some more, incidentally poking Jessie’s hardened nipples through the material. “Eeep! This might be a bit too smol, girls,” she whined, tracing the edge of the cup to try and find a comfortable position, yet it still pressed against her sensitive nipple.

“Here Jessie, try this one”

Jessie turned to see a grinning Annie, holding a positively massive violet bra unfit for her chest “I…” she hesitated at the bra’s ridiculous size, but that didn’t stop Annie from forcing it on her. The blonde quickly pulled the straps over Jessie’s shoulders, leaving her breasts to hang unsupported against her chest due to the obvious discrepancy in sizes. “Annie~ That’s not like funny at all!” Jessie stood up, mad and blissfully ignorant of the fat rapidly flowing into her bosom, determined to fill out the demanding garment to the brim. “I don’t have titties this big! This is made for, like, cows!” she pouted, each angry stomp of hers sending ripples through the skin of her growing breasts. Her tits inflating past good handfuls and into proper melon territory as their curves finally connected with the bra’s cup, filling it with a pair of breasts just slightly bigger than Jessie’s head.

“But Jessie! It looks super cute on you!”

Jessie stopped her tantrum thanks to her friend’s compliment, staring down at the ridiculous cleavage now residing on her chest with a growing sense of admiration. “It is kind of cute~” She turned to the dressing room mirror with a coy smile on her lips, shaking her shoulders just a tad, still enough to ripple the ridiculously abundant tits resting on her shoulders “You know what? I’ll take it~” she squealed in delight, framing her palms against the soft skin of her titties in a heart shape, just to look even cuter in the mirror, for who? It didn’t matter; she looked totally cuter.

Megan sat outside the store for a good half hour, impatiently tapping her foot against the dirty mall tile with Sarah’s present around her shoulder – a black bag, nothing expensive but still pretty classy. She hadn’t seen even a glimpse of Jason inside, and his phone wasn’t answering calls either. “Where the hell is he?” Done waiting, she strolled towards a nearby group of girls who were just exiting the shop. “Hello, have you seen my boyfriend? Black hair, polo, hand—”

A blonde in a brown sweater turned to her, disgust evident in her eyes. “Ew, are you talking to me? What kind of guy would even be into a hag~” the girl chuckled, mockingly muffling her mouth with a challenging look in her eyes.

“Hag?! Excuse me, I’m 22!” she responded, baffled that the girl would speak to her in such a way. Oblivious to the stretch marks spreading along her hidden tummy, and the laugh lines forming at the edge of her lips.

“Yeah, 22 past your prime And what is this bag? Looks like something my ma would wear” Another girl surrounded her, poking at the present she had bought for her friend.

“Hey!” Megan turned to the intruding brunette, bleached locks of hair retracting along her scalp until they stopped around her shoulders. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours, young lady!” The unconscious scolding only served to accelerate her changes, filling her body with deposits of fatty tissue to mold out her plump frame with curves only attainable through motherhood and 2— 42 years of living her best, laid back life.

“Oooh! The old lady can bite~” a caramel haired girl stepped up, smirking at Megan’s furious eyes as she pressed her own massive tits into the aging woman’s bosom, “Too bad her titties are too saggy for any man around here~” she mocked her, cheshire smile on her face even as her own boobs were quickly losing ground to the accelerated expansion of Megan’s bust line, evening out their difference in cup sizes until Megan pulled back, stomping off with a pair of not as ridiculously big, but still pretty hefty milk jugs on her shoulders.

“Stupid, dumb bitch—” she stopped in the escalator, reminiscing on the breathing techniques she’d learned in yoga class to quell her anger. Bending over to smooth out her pants, intentionally showing off the thick shape of her heart-shaped buttocks to the man behind her. “Enjoying the view, honey?” she purred, turning around to “fix” her shirt for him, effectively shaking her tits for the youngest catch of her day. “Want to accompany me home? A woman gets sooo loneeely at my age~” He didn’t even hesitate before nodding, eagerly closing his hand around hers with a dumb smile as she led him towards her van.

“I bet girls your age don’t know how to do this~” Megan let out a throaty chuckle, adjusting her favorite – specifically for this – sports bra around her sweaty breasts. Making sure the man’s throbbing cock remained nice and tight between her juicy melons as she worked them around his twitching length in slow, precise motions designed to make him scream. “They don’t have the experience, do they? Or these nice, fat fucking tits~” she made sure to moan the last bit out, enjoying the beads of precum building in her slick cleavage.

“Cum for me, do it baby~” The man couldn’t object to her command, knuckles whitening as Megan squeezed her tits tighter around his shaft, pumping him with renewed vigor, increasing the pace of her maddening titfuck until he couldn’t hold out any longer. Painting the soft skin of her tits with beads of his pearlescent juices. 

“That’s it, cum for mommy~” she cooed, making sure to cover all of her tits in his scent before returning to her slow strokes. Refusing to let her partner go soft, until all of his young essence was spent on her cleavage.

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Sorry this took quite a bit more than "the rest of the weekend + monday" I quite honestly think I sabotaged myself by introducing 3 mall girls instead of just the 1 responsible for the transformation. But between my refusal to change that and wanting to make sure a suggestion box story was as great as I could make it this thing got delayed a bit, the mess of introducing three characters at once is probably still readable in it. Anyway that's all, I need to sleep and head to college in about 5 hours. Expect a story for around valentine's day and see ya on the next one : )

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