Lori stood helplessly. looking down and weighing two potential purchases in her hands. She had stumbled into a cute little bookstore on her walk downtown. Not that she was going to be doing any reading, she was just too giggly and absent minded to realize what was going on most of the time.
She looked like a tall glass of sex in her outrageously skimpy, pink outfit. Creating a striking contrast between her and all the average looking women that frequented the store. Earning her many sideways glances. And, of course, the undivided attention of pretty much any man that she happened to cross paths with.
Which was a good thing since she was so helpless and stupid now that her only means of survival was attracting boys who could do things for her.
Speaking of which, there seemed to be a pair of clerks observing her. One of which was male. And so Lori instinctively crouched down to grab a new book from the bottom shelf. Her towering white heels turned the pose into something totally obscene. Like a scene from a pornographic film come to life.
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“Oh wow, should we help her?”
“Uhh It doesn’t really look like she can help herself”
Carl and Amandah weighed their options as the truly exceptional woman put on her indecent display.
They had done the inadvisable and initiated a workplace romance. And it had been going well for them for about six months. Things were still new for the couple and the sex was still pretty wild. Amandah indulged Carl’s wandering eye by pointing out all the babes who walked into the bookstore.
It was a cute little ritual which they sometimes brought into the bedroom. Amandah would describe how hot she found those girls while her boyfriend fucked her. It was a good bit of kinky fun that helped keep things weird in bed. But she did sometimes get jealous that Carl liked these other girls a bit too much.
And now there was some kind of overinflated bimbo walking around the store and Carl hadn't seemed to blink once since laying eyes on her. It was a bit too much for her ego to handle today. She knew that, at the end of the day, guys didn’t really go for that kind of girl. They liked intelligent, independent women who would challenge them. But this, this was something else. Like a teenage boy’s sexual fantasy had walked into her store for the express purpose of making her seem totally inferior by comparison.
Did Carl ever wish that she looked like that?
“L-let me go do it”. Amandah volunteered but it was too late. Carl was already walking over, sucked in by the incredible babe’s gravity.
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“So, this one here is actually one of our staff picks-”
The cute clerk was going on and on about books and stuff. Which Lori simply could not bring herself to care about in the least. It was all just a bunch of words anyways. She nodded along and giggled at what felt like appropriate moments. Which he must have liked because his face was turning bright red. Maybe if she kept pretending to be interested he would stop talking and let her suck his dick. That could be fun!
She leaned in a little closer. Wrapping her arm around his.
“Oh, uhh” He stammered awkwardly. Which Lori also found kind of cute.
“Hello!” A boring looking girl with tiny tits showed up at the last second to spoil her fun. Probably his girlfriend. Barf!
“Hey, Carl! Were you going to introduce me to your friend here?”
“Umm, What was your name miss?”
“I’m stupid...” Lori’s voice was nothing but a breathy, seductive whisper.
The two clerks looked at each other for a long time. Lori concluded that they were no doubt stunned by her radiant beauty. Well, the girl was probably just jealous as fuck to see her boyfriend with such a goddess.
She felt kind of bad for the lame little boring girl. Her face was all scowls and serious stares. Lori decided it was best to move on and stop troubling the poor thing. There were plenty of unattached men out there anyways.
Lori waved goodbye to the couple as she walked out the door. Completely forgetting that she was still holding a book in hand. Which she walked out without paying for.
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Amandah was never one to lack confidence in herself. Least of all her looks. She thought she had a very cute look going on.
She stared into the mirror of the staff washroom. Contemplating herself with a critical eye. Of course there was always going to be someone prettier out there. That’s just how it worked. And besides, she didn’t even want to look like some ridiculous bitch with gigantic fucking titties.
Well...not really. Like, not all the time. But sometimes…
Amandah huffed. Exhausted by her own lacklustre appearance.
“Ok. Maybe I do wish I looked like that....Sometimes” She admitted to herself.
The lights flickered.
It was an admission borne of a momentary insecurity. The kind that most people have all the time. She could have no idea that her wish had been heard.
Amandah collected her confidence back up and went back out to face the rest of the work day.
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11:45 am
Amandah had decided that she’d be giving Carl the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. And he must have realized something was up because he was making extra attempts at lame conversation.
“So, the weather, huh?”
He was a sweet boy. But She was in a pretty bad mood and Carl quickly sensed her desire for space. He retreated. A nice little gesture which went some way to putting him back in her good books.
Speaking of books, Amandah had taken it upon herself to reorganize the entire YA section. A task which the whole staff had been putting off because it was a fucking mess and also, incredibly vast. She busily shelved and unshelved as she had been doing for years.
“Ow!”
That was odd. Somehow, Amandah managed to bend her nail on one of the ten million copies of mockingjay that they still had in stock. It didn’t like, hurt. Not really. Mostly it had been a shock. She couldn’t even remember letting them get this long.
It was all very odd but easy enough to brush off as she went about her day.
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1:32 pm
Amandah tripped and stumbled in her mildly inappropriate heels. Managing to catch herself at the last second. Some of the other clerks turned and stared at her.
That was a bit embarrassing. Hadn’t she worn sensible work shoes like she did every day?
She caught her reflection in one of the windows. Her whole outfit was a bit racey. Did she even own a tiny pencil skirt and this skimpy button up blouse? She shrugged. Concluding that she must have.
She adjusted her glasses and brushed her long black hair to the side. Carl was watching her now. Perhaps the poor boy had been punished enough.
Hmm...No. He could twist in the wind just a bit longer.
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2:13 pm
“Oopsie!”
Amandah was just so clumsy today. She had turned without looking and launched a bunch of books off the shelves with her boobs. Besides the fact that it was totally embarrassing, it was also super duper odd. Seeing as she could have sworn that her sweet little b-cups could do no such thing.
She distinctly remembered being small in the chest area. There they were as she looked down to inspect though. A nice, hefty set of breasts that could comfortably be described as large.
“Huh?” She made a face that was something like confusion bordering on excitement.
“Wow! I’ve got nice boobs!” She said out loud. Causing a fresh round of stares from the assembled staff and customers.
“Hey, let me help you with that” Carl walked over and started gathering up the books which Amandah had so carelessly strewn about.
“Hmph, fine!” She turned her nose up slightly. But she was mostly teasing at this point. Carl was being such a sweetie pie.
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3:20 pm
Mandi tottered around on her high heels. Trying very carefully not to knock anything else over. She had almost totally given up on reorganizing the shelves. Despite her best efforts they kinda seemed to be a little worse off than when she had started.
Which was sucky because she tried really, really hard!
Maybe Carl would do it for her. He basically owed her, since she was, like. Sucking his dick and stuff.
Yes, as she looked upon her disastrous work. Mandi concluded that it was time to forgive her man.
In full view of the customers. She undid one more button of her sexy blouse and adjusted her kittens for maximum cleavage exposure before bouncing off to locate Carl.
“Excuse me, miss” She didn’t get far before a customer needed her attention. Which was ok because he was actually pretty cute.
Ok, maybe Carl could suffer a liiittle while longer.
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4:37 pm
“Oops”
Mandi was now intentionally tipping books off the shelf with one delicately manicured finger. Making sure she had gotten the attention of some man in the store before she bent over to retrieve them. Slowly, presenting as much of her cavernous cleavage as she could.
She flirted relentlessly. Lavishing in the laser focused male attention that her hot body and skimpy little librarian getup attracted.
She giggled and smiled like a bitch as her boyfriend squirmed in the corner of the store. Surely Carl had learned his lesson by now.
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5:15 pm
Mandi had been fired. Probably because she’d shown her tits to some dude in the horror section. That, or the fact that she didn’t ever accomplish anything at work except for making a mess.
It didn’t really matter anyways. She was fucking hot as fuck and didn’t really need to work anymore.
She now stood on the street outside the store. Wondering what her next move would be. Or rather, helplessly waiting for some man to give her direction.
Her skin was pleasantly dark and tan. Her eyes were cool and blue and her hair was long and black. Her big puffy lips stuck out in a pouty expression.
A choker had materialized around her neck that read ‘BITCH’ in big, bold rhinestones.
Her flimsy excuse for a blouse was now knotted in the middle. In a hopelessly vain effort clothe her gargantuan breasts. Which spilled over and popped out in an absolutely indecent display. Her heroically overburdened black bra clung to her shoulders so tightly that it looked like the straps could snap at any second.
The swooping hourglass of her thin waist curved out to meet her wide, shapely hips and ass. Which were stuffed into a tiny pencil skirt that seriously limited her mobility to a sexy little strut. Her thick thighs poked out the bottom and continued for some time before ending in a pair of sexy black stripper heels.
Her boyfriend, Carl. Emerged to meet her outside.
“Hey, what the fuck is up with you today!” He had grown fed up with Mandi’s sexy antics.
“Ummm, Whatever you dick! You were all over that fuckin sexy bitch this morning!”
“Mandi-”
“You only like, dumb, stupid, slutty girls like that! With big stupid titties and cock-sucker lips or whatever!”
“Mandi-”
“What’s wrong with me, huh? Your fucking girlfriend!”
“Mandi, what are you talking about? You are a girl like that!”
“...Huh?”
Mandi tilted her head down and got a face full of boob. She drew her long fake, purple nails across her mountainous titties. An epiphany slowly registered on her confused face.
“Am I...Like, a dumb bitch or something?”
“Are you ok, Mandi? You’ve always been like this” He reached his hand out and gave her a condescending pat on the head. “You’d be totally lost without me”
“...Oh, and you take care of me?”
“Of course babe. Always. I love you”
“Oh! Oh my gosh! I love you too!”
It had been the first time that the couple had exchanged those words. It felt really good. Mandi hopped over to her boyfriend and gave him a big kiss. Kicking her leg back behind her.
“Mandi’s stupid” She purred seductively. ”You gotta take care of her”
“Of course” They kissed long and hard.
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7:30 pm
“I’m a dumb bitch” Mandi repeated for the millionth time.
She was in her place. On the floor, looking up at her man. They were bathed in the flickering blue light of the large television that took up a sizable portion of his tiny apartment.
Her little growth spurt had ceased. She had chosen to forgo a top of any kind. Her absurdly fat titties were for looking at anyways. To be displayed for her man’s viewing pleasure at all times.
She was starting to think that there might be something wrong here as Carl shushed her. Was she really just his obedient set of tits 24/7? Because it kind of seemed like she was. Mandi really could have spent the rest of her life just being this beautiful object, adored by Carl. His personal cumdump whom he treated...Well, kinda like a sex toy. But, like, in a good way.
However, it wasn’t meant to last. Mandi was tired of being used like the sexy fucking whore she was. And just like that. Her body began shrinking and reverting to her natural form as she crawled onto the couch cuddled into her lover’s lap.
Their relationship dynamic instantly shifting from master/slave back into the more traditional boyfriend/girlfriend thing that they had going on.
Amandah’s familiar, itty bitty tits were covered in cum from her time as Mandi as she collapsed exhausted.
“I love you” She said one last time before closing her eyes.
“Love you too” He stroked her hair as she fell asleep.
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