A trip to the mall

Now I was home alone with my powers, again. I could alter myself some more, but I was already pretty happy with my sex machine body. In fact, even after a full-on boob job I wasn't so much as fatigued - I could go again and again.

Eventually, I decided I needed to be a little more daring - I had the whole world's range, theoretically, and I was staying inside my apartment and jerking off to my friend. Not exactly the most efficient use of the Devil's infinite power.

I got dressed and picked up my phone, keys, and wallet. I wasn't entirely sure where I wanted to go, but I knew I needed to get out of the house. I took the elevator down (my apartment building was fairly tall) and greeted my landlord, Stella, in the lobby.

I always thought Stella was awfully young to manage an apartment complex - she was 25 or so, and I think she inherited it from her rich dad or something. I had never had full-on fantasies of her like I did with Emily, but I had to admit she was fairly hot. She was about as tall as I was, with crystal-clear skin and long blonde hair (although it was usually in a professional bun). Speaking of buns, though, her ass was gorgeous, straining her clothes and drawing attention from across the room. If I was going to test my power on the world, Stella was a good place to start.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Williams." I nearly laughed at her professional greeting. We looked like we could go to the same college.

"Afternoon, Stella. Er..." - my eyes darted around - "pick up that potted plant."

Suddenly, Stella turned and hoisted the potted plant in the corner, her skirt lifting tantalizingly as she squatted down. She picked it up with some effort.

"Sorry, Jaco- er, Mr. Williams. Just thought this one needed some watering. I'll do it myself, don't worry."

I grinned. My suggestion had definitely worked. I started to walk away, but Stella interrupted me.

"Sorry, I forgot - um, your rent was due yesterday. I'm gonna need for you to pay that off now - please."

I facepalmed. Of course I had forgotten rent - I was too busy with... everything else. Sure, I had the money for it, but I had some better ideas.

"About that... Stella, let me stay here for free. Actually, scratch that. Pay me to stay here, whatever you can afford without straining your budget too much."

Now it was Stella's turn to facepalm. I was doubly reminded of how close she was to me in age when she laughed. She pulled out her bloated wallet and flipped through the bills. She handed me a stack of 100-dollar bills.

"That's $5,000 - for our most valued customer! Have a good day, Jacob. I promise I'll remember next time."

I whistled in excitement - $5,000 was probably the most I had ever made in a day. Reencouraged by my powers working against all odds, I decided I'd have some sexual fun, too.

"Thanks, Stella. When I get back, escort me up to my room personally - oh, and go commando under that skirt for the rest of the day."

She didn't seem to even register my commands, but she did head in the direction of the restroom, where I assumed she would make a small tweak to her outfit.

I didn't know where else to go, so I drove to the mall. It was where all the seniors in my school hung out on the weekends, and I had some new money to spend. I walked to the Men's Wearhouse and decided to get a tuxedo - just for fun, really. Sadly, I wasn't into guys, so the store's patrons did nothing for me.

Instead, I headed to the elusive Victoria's Secret, where women bought underwear and bras and such. I had never gone in before - was I even allowed? - but no one stopped me when I walked in.

I quietly went up to the counter, where a Black woman - her nametag read Sharon - scrolled on her phone. After inconspicuously scouting her for a minute - big breasts, on the short side, braided hair - I decided I was into her.

"Pardon me, but" - I looked to see if anyone was close enough to hear - "please make sure the store is closed and empty except for you and I."

She looked up at me for a second before putting her phone away. As she walked to the dressing room area, I could tell her ass wasn't half bad, either.

She knocked on each door and quietly ushered out everyone who had been changing. She looked around the main shop area for a few minutes, and closed the doors and the shutters at the front, before walking back up to me.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"Well, I was wondering - answer me honestly - are you wearing Victoria's Secret products?"

Sharon seemed a little put-off by the question, but still answered: "I am."

"Describe them for me."

She thought for a moment. "Well, I'm wearing a red lacy bra and matching panties because I'm expecting to see my boyfriend today. It's from the Gift of Aphrodite collection - did you want to buy some?"

I smiled. "No, that's alright. Take off the rest of your clothes and model those for me."

Sharon half-smiled. "I'll tell you what - I'm not very good at describing things. How about I show you the set? It's only you and I in the store, after all. I'll go get changed."

I followed, enraptured, as she strutted into the dressing room (did I sense higher confidence in her step?) and closed the door. Through the small crack in the bottom of the door, I saw her blouse and leggings drop to the floor, right before the door opened to the sight of her smiling shyly.

"So this is the red bra." Sharon gestured to the thin strips of fabric covering the bottom half of her breasts, which I could notice were even larger than I had thought.

"Tell me what cup size you are."

As if she didn't hear me, Sharon continued her sales spiel. "Now don't go telling everybody this, but I am actually a Double D bra size. So a lot of brands don't have good support for larger sizes, but Victoria's Secret has a range of options. Were you planning to buy the set for someone?"

I hadn't initially planned it, but I couldn't help but imagine Emily scantily clad in this. "Yes, actually - C size, for the bra."

Sharon gave a little smile. "Perfect! I'm sure she'll enjoy it... and you, too." She winked at me before going over to the rack and bending down to get the right size. The panties weren't exactly a thong, but they were thin enough to reveal a really nice, round ass.

"What size would she like, for the bottom?" Sharon gestured to the panties that left little to the imagination.

"Oh, um, I'm not really sure. She has a pretty small waist."

"Small it is." Sharon went over to grab a pair of matching panties and bagged it at the counter, ringing it up to $75. Normally, the price would have put me off, but I just handed one of my brand-new 100s to her.

"Have a nice day, sir. Would you like me to open the doors to let you out?"

"Oh, well, I'm not done quite yet. Sharon - take off the rest of your outfit."

Sharon wiped her brow. "Phew, it's hot. God, I need to go bare. Sir - could you please just not stare?"

"Oh, don't mind if I stare."

I watched Sharon closely as she finagled off her bra, releasing those huge breasts I had been dying to see, round as globes. When she took off her underwear, I couldn't help but notice she was shaved for that boyfriend of hers. I could only hope he wouldn't show up now.

At this point, my cock was hard as rock, and I was **** for some relief. I decided not to fuck Sharon, though - I'd hate for things to go south with her boyfriend.

"Hey, Sharon. Realize that there's nothing you want more than to deepthroat me right now."

Sharon snapped to attention, glancing to my erection through my jeans and "subtly" licking her lips.

"Sir- er, would you be interested in..... a membership?"

I was a little surprised by her offer, but I figured it might be nice if I wanted to buy more slutty outfits. "What are the benefits of a membership?"

She was practically drooling, not able to take her eyes above my waist. "Um... 15% off... monthly newsletter... free gifts... and..." Her eyes lit up like she had a genius idea. "...oral sex when you sign up!"

"Oh, really?" Sharon nodded eagerly. "Well, I'll sign up, then." She squealed a bit.

"Sir, let's start with the oral!"

I almost laughed at the prospect of blowing me before I even had the chance to give my email or anything.

"Sure." I undid my belt as Sharon whipped around the counter. She was still naked - I could see she had gotten a little wet just from anticipation.

I tugged my shirt off and pulled my pants down, tossing them aside. My underwear didn't betray my true monster cock, thanks to me making all my old clothes fit. When I pulled out my dick, Sharon's jaw dropped.

"God... it's so big..." Sharon kept her eyes locked on the massive erection, pulling up her chair for me to sit on. It was surprisingly comfy butt-naked. A drop of precum formed at my tip.

The second I sat down, Sharon nearly lunged for my cock, kneeling as she grabbed her hands to it, barely grasping around its width. She took a breath and went in, and I was overcome with pleasure from her wet mouth wrapping around my dick.

Her double-D breasts hung under her, and I brought my hands to them, kneading them as Sharon slowly fit my cock in, her mouth, inch by inch. Eventually, she seemed to hit a stopping point, gagging and coughing.

Quickly, I said, "Don't gag! Be able to breathe, no matter what. Be an expert deepthroater - and enjoy it more than any other blowjob you've given."

She moaned around my cock, fitting more and more in, licking around its girth and bringing me to the edge of cumming.

"Mmm... when I cum... swallow..."

Soon, she had just about reached the hilt - an incredibly impressive feat, with my 10-incher. With her hands somewhat free, she gently massaged my balls, which was the move that pushed me to finally cum.

I grunted while a load of hot, white cum went down into the deepest reaches of her throat. I felt an odd sensation as she swallowed around my cock. Remembering my infinite-cum wish from yesterday, I pumped a few more loads down, Sharon swallowing them one by one like a pornstar.

Finally, with one more, I pulled away, naturally calming down from my arousal. Sharon closed her eyes, basking in the moment, before looking at me straight in the eyes, awed.

"That... was the best sex I've had in a long time."

As she stood up, I saw juices dripping off of her, as well. "I'll have to clean," she mumbled, as she stumbled back to the register.

She cleared her throat, which was undoubtedly coated in my spunk. I took a mangled bra from the "defective" bin and dried off my wet, cum-stained cock before throwing it away and starting to get changed.

"I need your address." I looked at Sharon, startled by the sudden advance. "For the membership, I mean. We send you the quarterly catalogues. With the models, you know."

I smiled and gave my address and apartment number. "You're better than any model I can think of, that's for sure."

Sharon grinned. "Could I have your email? We send coupons, newsletters, limited-time deals..."

Somewhat reluctantly, I gave my email, knowing I would put anything Victoria's Secret sent into my junk folder.

Sharon typed it in. "And could I have your phone number?"

"Why's that?"

She smirked at me. "So that we can do that again."

I laughed and we exchanged numbers. We both got dressed and I left the store, grinning with joy after the best blowjob of my life.