Big Box

"Hmm..." Mary strolled down the aisle looking for baby powder and flicked her light brown hair over her shoulder. No labels seemed to cut it.

As she reached for another bottle, a passing figure flickered down the main walkway.

"Oh." They might know where to find something. "Excuse me," she called.

The figure in uniform, official and blue, stopped, heels turning, eyes directed into her, and simmered.

Formally, the mother began her explanation. "Hi, I was wondering if you guys had -- "

"BLAH!"

A series of rapid blinks scuttled across her brow. And then dissipated into nothing. "--umm... yeah. That."

Smile.

The uniform raised one index finger.

"Thank you," Mary nodded, following the finger. Down the aisle she went, discarding the cart. An old, plump black man stood browsing the refrigerated meat aisle. Smoothly, the woman went up to the aisle and turned around. Then she leaned backward with a plop, and began rubbing her butt against one of the doors. The cold air on the other side erected goosebumps across her skin, which she ignored. She wiggled her ass against it for a good chunk of time then pushed herself off of it, jumping two feet in the air before landing on both shoes.

"Ta-daa!"

A singular set of claps followed. She looked. It was the plump man. Smiling, she bowed. "Fun!" Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a tuna.

Flap, flap, flap.

"That looked like LOTS of fun. Here." The wiggles and slobbery saltwater went all over him. Trickling down finger to finger and then wrist to arm. Like a redundant record, the animal's mouth opened and shut, then again. Its gills acquired nothing of use. "Catch!"

Mary brightened. Her body followed her eyes which followed the fish. Her new friend threw it up. With a spry hop, she clamped down on it with both sets of teeth. Upon returning to land she pounded it against the floor and began chowing the aquatic organism down as it wrestled against her tongue.

A few moments later the woman stood up, wiping her mouth clean. "Oh my that was fulfilling." Her benefactor only shook his head courteously. "Thank you very much."

After saying so, Mary fell to all fours. Her hair stood up upon her skin. The curves of her body converged. Gradually but efficiently, she began to shrink. "Meow. Meooow. Meow, meow."

One-second pause. Then, a loud belch. Mary scratched her right breast.

"Meeeoooooow."

"Aww," dribbled the plump man as he reached out to pet the woman's head, who now resembled a furry cat-girl, her oversized clothes draped across her elegant figure. "What a cute little feline."

"Mary, there you are!"

Across the store, a 30-something man beckoned for her. Mary noticed, then purred, stretched, and stayed in place, setting her chin against her arms lazily. She blinked up at the man.

"Mary, let's go!"

The cat-woman's mouth opened into a daunting yawn.

"Maary..."

Stubbornly the cat-woman remained, bored and apathetic.

The man strode over. Once in front of her, he grabbed her by her torso and legs and heaved upward. He offered an apologetic smile to her recent acquaintance as he gripped her soft legs. "Sorry about that."

"No no. She's a cute little thing," chuckled the plump man.

"MEEOW!" Squirming in the man's arms, Mary hissed impudently, trying to get out of his grasp.

"MARY!" scolded the ringed man. "Behave!"

Slap!

"Ah!" His hand rested on his cheek as he glared at the culprit. "Maary, don't--"

Slap slap!

"MARY!" The man set the cat-woman back down. "That's it. I tried being nice..." He began unbuckling his pants. They were briskly shucked down. His schlong bounced into freedom. The 10-incher was solid and hard and aimed right at the cat woman's complacent rear end. She looked at him neutrally.

Grabbing her hips, her handler flung her dress up and tore her panties to the side. Then he readied, aimed, and precisely penetrated her hole with his dick, schlicking into her with each in-and-out thrust. Mary's eyes shot open. Mewls, pounds, squirming in tow.

"Meeeoowww!"

"I told you! I told you Mary! Now how is this going to look like to Dorothy? Her own mother being fucked in her watering hole and she can't even talk yet!"

He slapped her ass a few times for good measure.

"I told you! I told you, ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh ah!"

The man scratched his nose. His legs spread out absently below him. Sniffle here, brow twitch an inch above.

"Ooh! Oo-oo, ooh-ah-ah!"

The plump customer before them watched the ape-man and cat-woman howl like a bunch of animals. He tended to his erection, grunted, and seconds later was cumming through his pants. Threads of piss and cum decorated his super-sized pants. With a mental dismissal, he decided to clean himself up later. Right now, he had to get this chicken thigh scanned and paid for.

Oh, wait, he stopped, remembering his parents, Mary and Howard. His eyes slid sideways.

Here they were. Fucking each other, in front of the meat section.

Grabbing the ape-man, he shoved the hairy adult mammal into his mouth, feeling him chug through his throat with a slick pop. Semen and juices pouring out of his mom's pee-hole, he then grabbed her two legs, brought them together, and pulled her between his teeth toe-first. She went down with a little more resistance.

Releasing a burp, the plumper elder rubbed his belly. "Don't worry mommy, daddy. Dorothy's got you."

He looked both ways and headed for the register, packaged chicken thighs in hand.