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Mall Daze By Theo Winters

Alison walked quickly through the mall, cursing the fact that Ben wanted to meet there of all places. She hated going to the mall, to many preppy girls in fancy clothing hanging off of the local jocks. It made her shyness even worse. Still, she didn't have a choice, after flunking her gym class the only way she could get the passing grade she needed was too tutor someone, and of course it had to be one of the basketball jocks.

As she walked she found herself puling her bag to her chest, holding it against her slight belly and under her small chest. The position of her head allowed the bangs of her brown hair to hang down and cover her face, keeping her hidden from the world around her. She heard a few whispers as she walked past some of the other girls from school, making her hunch her shoulders to try and hide.

"Hey Alley Cat, do you shop in the dumpsters too?" one of the girls called out.

She hunched down more, walking quickly away from them. She hated that nickname, but everyone at school called her that. and they had since second grade. It made her mad, but there wasn't anything she could do about it other than trying to ignoring it.

When she looked up again Alison found herself in front of one of the trendy clothing shops that all the hot girls shopped at. Clothing that she could never wear as it would just look terrible on her thin body. Her reflection in the glass made her blush; Here she was, thin as a reed with no curves at all and the smallest breast and school. She was wearing a light blue blouse, a thin jacket and jeans. Clothing that was picked because it fit her, not because it looked good.

It was even worse when she was compared to the mannequin behind the glass. She had long legs, wide hips and a large chest, all of it highlighted by a slinky form fitting dress that hugged every curve. Even her hair, big and full, was better than Alison's.

She shook her head and was about to walk away from the shop when something beyond the window caught her eye. For a second she thought she saw Mandy, her only friend in middle school, but that couldn't be the case, she had left town years ago.

Pulling her book bag tightly to her chest she found herself walking into the store. She wanted to see if it was really Mandy, but she was the only one in the story. She sighed and shook her head, why would her friend even be in store like this? She was too big for anything in the shop, it wasn't the sort of place that did 'round'.

Alison turned around to leave the store and came face to face with a sales clerk. She was a top heavy woman with black hair, huge breasts from by a low cut top and oddly cute glasses. Her blue eyes flicked over the thin girl before a smile pulled over her full lips. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice sultry.

"I'm just... I should be going," she stuttered out, trying to move past the sales lady. She took a few steps towards the door before coming to a stop, finding that she wasn't quite ready to leave. Looking around her eyes fell onto a small top laying on a table. It was bright pink with 'princess' written across the front it glitter. She reached out and plucked it off the rack, turning back to the clerk. "I would like to try this on."

The clerk raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow at the choice, then smiled. "Follow me," she said, starting towards the back of the store.

Alison followed after the clerk, not surprised to see how curvy her hips and ass were. She seemed to be exactly the sort of woman the shop catered to, almost a living example of the mannequin in the window. Without really thinking about it she tried to copy the swaying of the woman's hips, at first it was jerky and uncoordinated, but soon it starting to smooth out, her hips slowly filling out as she walked.

The back of the store, near the changing room, was filled with panties and bras. There were so many different styles and colors that it made her head spin. Without really thinking about it, she grabbed a few pairs as she walked past, not even looking at them until they were held tightly in her hand.

The sales clerk walked up to the dressing room door and opened it with a small key. She paused and looked at the underwear in Alison's hand. "That would look better with a skirt," she said.

That made her blush as she looked down again, her pants starting to feel oddly tight as her hips and ass continued to swell out, taking on a lovely rounded shape that was properly filling out her pants for the very first time. "I don't have a skirt," she said.

"I'll find you one," the busty woman replied, then motioned for Alison to step into the changing room.

With a blush she walked in, looking down at the clothing in her hand, wondering what ever possessed her to pick them out. It wasn't like her, not at all, but she still had them in her hands. She carefully set them down then started to removing her drab clothing a piece at a time, folding them up and setting them on the bench.

She grabbed the first underwear set, a lacey blue thong with tiny bra. Gulping she slipped the thong up her legs, pulling them on and gasping in surprise as they settled between the firm cheeks of her ass. It looked so weird on her, the small fabric hardly covered anything and made her glad she always kept her pubic hair trimmed short and neat, forgetting that she had never cared enough to do that before.

The bra was going to be a problem. Holding it up to her chest she knew it wasn't going to fit. Her small bee-stings of breasts looked positively silly next to the full cups of the bra. The fact that it was only a C-cup made her feel even worse about it. Still, it wouldn't look right to only wear the bottoms, and her plain white cotton bra would simply not do.

Opening up the bra she pulled it on, surprised that the band and shoulder straps seemed to fit perfectly, though the cups sagged empty in front of her. She pressed the cups up against her chest, letting what little breast flesh she had spill over the top of the cups like she actually had cleavage. She wished she could really be that big.

Letting go of the bra she didn't notice that it was sagging far less than before, her small breasts starting to swell out under the material. She found herself biting her lip as her nipples grew larger, pressing out against the bra and sending a rush of pleasure though her body.

Alison turned and looked at herself in the mirror, finding herself stinking a pose. She was surprised at how good she looked in just the underwear, the shape highlighting every curve of her hips and ass. It even made her belly look smaller. Still, it really wasn't quite her.

Turning way too take of the underwear, she didn't notice the remains of her belly vanishing, leaving her with a tight stomach. Moments later her waist pulled in over her full hips, giving her lower body an perfect set of curves. On the other hand she felt the new weight on her chest as she pulled off her bra, making her gasp in surprise.

She looked down at her breasts, seeing them jutting from her chest, and not just outwards but down as well! They had a wonderful natural shape to them that sat high on her chest, thrusting out proudly. Her large nipples were hard, rise up from her areolas like small hills. "Why do I hide these?" she asked, for the life of her not remembering why she had picked such an ugly top that morning.

With a flick of her hand she dropped the bra to the floor, then pushed off the thong. Kicking it away she picked the next set, this one red and covered with little fringes of lace. She pulled the panties on, feeling them cling to the curve of her ass, hugging at it firmly. The bra slipped on next, this one also too large for her.

"I need to watch what sort of bras I grab," she said, pulling at the bra, adjusting the cups around her full breasts, rubbing at them through the lacy material. It felt very good, her nipples firm and hard against the fabric, swelling larger as she started to sway her hips from side to side.

Her breasts were hot under her hands, the flesh soft and full, feeling like it was swelling out under her touch. The soft flesh pressed back as she rubbed them, her nipples growing bigger as the bra grew tighter across her chest. She squeezed and pressed her breasts together, rubbing them a bit as she ground her hips against the empty air.

The bra was so tight now, too small to hold her EE-Cup tits, but then very few bras could. It felt so good though, the fabric pulling tight across her chest, her breasts billowing out of them in all directions. It was a wonderful site, but the sort thing she would save for her boyfriend. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her hands down the soft skin of her sides, admiring every curve of her body.

Allie turned around, watching her reflection in the mirror, smiling at what she saw. She was a fool to try to hide her body, with her wonderful hips, full ass and larger breasts. She was the total package and anyone who saw her would know it! Though it was a pity about her dirty brown hair. It simply had no life to it.

She placed a hand on her hips and smiled. As sexy as the panties and bra set looked on her, they were simply too small for her curves. She quickly shrugged them off and threw them into the pile on the floor. Finally she picked up the last set. This one was black and made of something that felt like silk against her fingers.

Taking the panties in her hands she bent down at her waist to put them on, feeling her breasts swaying under her. She stepped into the panties and slowly pulled them slowly up her legs. It seemed to take forever, not noticing as her legs were growing long and sexy, exactly the sort of legs that guys loved. She tugged the panties on, feeling them settle firmly against her crotch and ass.

Allie giggled and ran her long manicured nails over the front of her panties, feeling how soft they were against the fold of her cunt. "These are nice," she said softly.

She pulled the bra up her arms, letting the cups hug against her huge tits, cupping them as she reached behind her back to close the clasp. The bra felt just as nice as the panties, the fabric teasing her nipples, stroking at them as she felt her breasts rise up, swelling against her chest as they quickly filled the cups.

Turning around she smiled at her reflection, this set fit her perfectly, the bra held her lovely G-Cup breasts, the round shape of her implants making them all the more seductive. She bounced on her toes, watching them sway heavily with the extra mass. She looked fucking sexy, and she knew it.

She bent down and picked up the pink top, pulling it down over her head, her black hair turning bright bottle blond as the shirt slid down, hints of brown hair showing in her roots. She shook her head out, the thin hair filling out and taking on a heavy perm. She tugged the shirt over her large breasts, giggling at how it hugged her tits, the size of them stretching the word 'princess' so far that it was almost unreadable. The bottom of the shirt didn't even come to her belly button.

There was a knock on the dressing room door. It made her jump for a moment, then laugh softly at her own silliness. Opening the door wide she looked out at the sales clerk, smiling at the sexy black haired woman. "Yes?"

The clerk smiled in return, looking Allie over. "This skirt should be perfect for you," she said, offering out it out.

"Thank you," she said, taking the small black micro-skirt from the click and shaking it out. It was small and stretchy, hardly big enough to cover her fantastic ass. With a smile she bent down, not even bothering to close the door, and pulled the skirt up her long legs and over her hips. It settled down onto her, leaving most of her lower belly uncovered, a bright blue piercing appearing in her navel.

Spinning around, she felt the skirt flutter over the curve of her ass and showing off her panties. Looking at herself in the mirror she couldn't help but smile, she was sex on legs and everyone would know it. "I'll take it!" she said with a giggle.

"Good, let's get you rung up," the clerk said with a smile, then heading back towards the counter.

Allie pent down to pick up her shoes, which were no longer the comfortable flat she had before but instead were four inch heels. She slipped them on and grabbed her tiny purse, leaving the rest of her old clothing folded and forgotten on the bench.

After paying for her new clothing the former nerd stepped out of the store, getting the attention of every man in the mall. She smiled at them, licking her full lips, tasting the heavy red lipstick on them. She strutted her way through the mall, swaying her hips with each step she took, laughing at herself as she heard so many woman cursing her sexy body. Then again, how many people could get their daddy to pay for such wonderful implants for her eighteenth birthday?

She walked into the food court, smiling when she saw Ben sitting at a table, waiting for her. With a giggle she moved over to him, her heals clicking on the tile floor. Reaching the table she bent forward at the waist to look at him, flashing her cleavage. "Hello hon," she purred.

"Hello Allie Kat," he replied, using his pet name for her. "Ready for our tutoring?"

"Oh, I'm excited for it. What are we going to study tonight?" she asked her wonderful boyfriend.

Ben leaned back and smirked at the bimbo, happy to see that boring and bland nerd was finally a woman worth being seen with him. "Dictation," he said, leaning back and parting his legs.

With a smile, Kat leaned in, her hand slipping down to squeeze at his crotch. "Oh, I love studying dictation," she said with a giggle. She teased him a bit with her long fingers, eager to get at the prize held inside. She was so glad he had decided to tutor her, she couldn't do anything at all in school if it didn't involve fucking, but she was very good at fucking!

"Then let's go," he said, standing up and hugging her to his side as they walked back out of the mall, enjoying the prefect girl to have hanging on his arm.

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This story was written and copyright 2012 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be made into bimbos.