“Hello, welcome to-”
Maria waved her manicured fingers at the keen clerk, in a sort of clamping motion. As if to say “thank you, but shush!”
“Hello!” She blurted abruptly. “I already know what I’m looking for, thanks”
“-Oh, umm. Let me know if you need anything then!”
“Thanks, I might”
She strutted into the bougie shoe store, kicking off her ordinary heels near a conveniently placed garbage bin as she stalked up to a lurid display of pvc boots. Ones with hems so tall they might cover even her long and shapely legs.
Before she could make up her mind, the nosey little clerk snuck up behind her again. “Those are awful brazen, but you’ve definitely got the body for it!”
Maria quickly ran her eyes up and down the girl, even from behind her dark glasses, it was openly apparent that she was sizing her up. Whatever-her-name was short, flat and awkward. With long, frizzy orange hair, bright green eyes and adult braces. Her demeanor was as timid and pinched as her pale mousey face.
She quickly dismissed this ordinary and unstylish girl as unworthy. Making only a minor note of how catty and cutting her own thought process was becoming lately.
Was being bitchy to randoms based merely on their looks a nice thing to do? Whatever, she was actually too impatient, and way too hot to care.
“Uh-huh. I like those ones” Maria pointed at a particularly plasticy set of shiny, canary yellow boots. “Can you get them for me?”
Even if Maria hadn’t been so startlingly tall compared to the clerk already, the boots were clearly within arms reach anyway. Still, the professional employee did as she was instructed with a smile. Grabbing the gaudy boots and presenting them without any attitude.
“Would you like to try them on? Or…?”
“...Y-yeah… Just… ugh. Give me a second…” Maria clutched her head, that familiar dizzy feeling was returning in full force.
“Miss…?”
The haughty Latina linguist stared off into space for a moment. She was feeling the world shimmer again, and she just needed to sit down to stop her head from swimming…
…Suddenly, Maria found herself sitting seductively upon the showroom couch. The pastel bright women’s apparel store now seemed more like a dark, broody and bawdy intimates boutique. Midnight black walls and bright pink lights were the order of the day.
At this point, Maria knew she was dreaming. Having one of her fun little episodes. A naughty flight of fantasy, featuring a much cuter clerk than the one she originally laid eyes on.
This girl was still plain, except now it was in a flawlessly made up way. Her face was lined with smooth blends of pale makeup, except for the crimson red eyeshadow over her smokey green eyes. Her perfect, bright white veneers dazzled with supernatural whiteness against the frame of her deep crimson lipstick.
The biggest improvement, in Maria’s opinion, was the candy red wig she wore. Much nicer, silkier and shinier than her natural frizzy disaster hair. Probably more manageable too.
“Miss” The simmering clerk in red smoldered in Maria’s direction. Practically fucking her already with her hungry emerald eyes. “You wanna try them…? Or…?
“Or maybe you can put them on for me, Red” Maria winked.
The pale, willowy hottie with the candy red highlights laughed, rolling her eyes. “Oh my gosh. The things I do for money”
Maria’s long and slender legs were arranged in an erotic arc across the velvety couch where she lounged. Dangling one foot daintily as she awaited assistance with donning the canary yellow hooker heel.
They each laughed, her and the clerk, as she attached the hem of the boot to her foot and slowly stretched the material up the tan and tone length of Maria’s leg.
“What a silly dream” Maira cooed, even while feeling in her bones this was more real than what had come before. Inch by scintillating inch, more and more of her legs were covered by the snug material, and the clerk's smiling face worked its way upwards.
A brand new ripple ran through her body. Starting as a tingle in her unashamedly wet and waiting pussy, before suffusing the rest of her with warm glowly tingles. Everything fake about Maria, her bleached hair, tacky nails, lips and tits, got an itty-bitty boost. Except for one feature, that had been so far neglected.
Maria spread her legs as she felt her hips rising where she sat, her already admirable ass puffed and pumped dramatically. Synthetically. The unsubtly slutty motions revealed her waiting wet snatch, right in front of her new friend. The small yet moderately modest skirt she threw on this morning was slowly proving inadequate against the augmented nature of her boosted booty.
Red’s face was plastered with a seemingly permanent grin of satisfaction, she zipped the last inch of boot into place, right where the latex hem met the unnaturally attractive swell of Maria’s bolted bum. She now eyed the generously offered, glistening wet vagina before her with serious intent, and closed her eyes as she leaned in with a giggle of exhilaration.
Even though the confused clerk was certainly willing to go the extra mile for the customer, her morning meal was not to be. She pouted petulantly as she felt a sudden, firm heel press into her face, gently rebuking her attentions.
“Sorry” Maria cooed confidently. “Just the shoes for today, nothing extra. Good girls just don’t do that kinda thing”
“Awww! Are you sure you’re not feeling just a bit bad?”
“Pfft, are you joking?”
Red sank to her knees in disappointment, the rejection was clear on her face as she watched Maria close her thighs, and rise with long legged poise in her brand new boots. The leggy latina’s beautiful round bum peeked playfully out between the cuffs of the boots, and the hem of her too-tiny skirt.
With each step, her smug smile and confident swagger seemed to grow greater. And so too did the silicone enhanced swell of her drastically disproportionate rear end. She swish-swished from side to side, bouncing dramatically as the sheer volume of her ass expanded to reveal more of its full moon splendour, and render her already hopelessly inadequate scrap of a skirt even more pointless.
By the time she arrived back at the entrance, Maria’s bolted booty was on full display. She stopped and fanned her arms out, giving her hips a little shake that turned quickly into a full on 7.0 ass-quake.
“God… I’m such a bitch…” She paused for a moment, seeming to stare seriously at her own feet, while she contemplated how outrageous her appearance and actions were becoming.
“...Fuck yes!”
-
Maria turned and pressed her bountiful bottom against the glass doors, swinging her hip forcefully to open the way, as she and Anette made their dramatic exit. They trekked towards their stop, tip toeing on precarious heels in the ruddy orange glow of the slowly setting sun. Their hands now full with bright, splashy shopping bags of every shade.
The ice queen confidence evidenced by Maria’s haughty smirk was equaleed only by the half-fooded confusion on Anette’s dull, spacey face.
The french-canadian misfit’s porcelain pale body fit snugly into a hip hugging hot pink micro dress, as she tottered like a newborn foal in a matching set of outrageous plastic platform pumps. She followed along with unsure, scooching steps. Causing the big pink bow fastened to her pretty little head to bob adorably.
“Ohmigosh, Anette! Don’t you feel like, sooo much better now?”
“Umm…? uh-huh!”
They both had to agree. Shopping really did help take a load off your mind.
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