Boyfriend Birthday Shopping for Girlfriend

Perusing the array of clothing the store had to offer was an Asian male in his mid-twenties. He was a recurring patron, even right now wearing what they just got in stock for the summer, so definitely not a stranger to looking for what he wished to wear, but definitely a stranger to what he would never dream of wearing. Shopping for his girlfriend's upcoming birthday had made him feel as clueless ever, not knowing at all what would make his true love feel great elation when she would go on to open up the wrapped gift he would eventually present to her. Among not knowing what she would like, he also didn't know what size she was in terms of pants, shirts, and just a whole dress.

The lost boyfriend would pace around the female's clothing section for minutes, looking at everything available, all while feeling awkward about being the only non-employee male there. Unbeknownst to him, the squinting of eyes and shifting between the same three garbs over and over again would attract someone to him.

"Hi, are you looking for something?"

"Oh!" he said, being startled just a bit.

The person asking the question was a White female employee in her early twenties. She was a 5'3 brunette that wore glasses and whose faintly wavy hair went a little past her shoulder blades. As per the store's dress code, she pretty much had to be a walking mannequin, meaning she wore a sleeveless, cream-colored linen shirt with indigo jeans, both of which were products of the retailer.

"Yeah, I— I— I um... I'm like just looking for something to get for my girlfriend since her— uh, birthday is coming up." he tries thinking of something more to say, but cannot, "So~..."

"Okay. Well do you know what style she's into?"

"I'm trying to get her something different because I remember one time she said that she wants to grow— EXPAND her wardrobe. And I can tell that this store is nothing like her style really, hehe."

"Great to hear then. Do you know what her measurements are?"

"I— ha..." with a smile he begins slowly shaking his head at the girl as he feels a bit silly, "I should've just asked her. I didn't want her figuring out what kind of gift I would get her."

"I see, I see. Well... I guess what we can do is—"

"Wait, hold on... I've got an idea." he says, looking at the girl's body.

The boyfriend realized that the employee's physique was similar to that of his girlfriend's. Like his girlfriend, she too had an agreeable amount of fattiness on her, being a little chubby in her upper body and having strikingly similar thick thighs.

"What you're wearing is on sale at this store?" he asks.

"Yeah, we employees have t—"

"It okay if I get the shirt you have on? I think you and my girlfriend have very similar proportions. So I want that exact shirt you have on."

"Sure. Go for it."

With her permission, the boyfriend reaches for the bottom of her shirt and starts pulling up on it. First, the fat of her gut that slightly spills out over the top of her jeans gets revealed, then on from there is the beige bra which cradles her big breasts. The girl makes it easier for him by putting the employee ID that hangs from a strap around her neck, underneath her shirt, and also raising her arms up in the air. In just mere seconds, the employee is rendered shirtless, unbothered by how she is now at her place of work with her eye-drawing bosom and stomach out where everyone can see.

"Yeah, this seems like it'll be good for her." he says, inspecting the freshly worn shirt as if stripping it off a female in public does not violate any established norms.

"Good! Anything else?"

"I guess I'll take the jeans you have on, too."

"Not a problem!" she says, reaching for the button of her pants.

Even with her already going on to take her pants off herself, the boyfriend moves in closer to reach down to her crotch area as a means of assisting in the disrobing. Their hands touch in the process of pulling down the zipper, bringing into view the beige panties that lie underneath. She goes on to hook her thumbs into her jeans, and seeing as how she's got the front, he goes around behind her to put his fingers inside the back part of her jeans to partake in what could best be described as consensual pantsing. The both of them pull the pants down until they're around the girl's ankles. Thankfully the pants had a stretchiness to them, meaning she didn't have to take her shoes off when stepping out of them as it wasn't too much of a hassle to get out with them still on.

"Here you are, sir." she says, handing the boyfriend her pants like it's nothing to be concerned about.

"Thank you." he replies, taking more interest in the clothing rather than how big the girl's ass and thighs are, this being made evident by how quickly he circled back around to her frontside after getting done with the assisted undressing, an indication of him not caring about observing her public indecency.

"There anything else I can help you with?" she asks in all her almost-nude glory.

"Y'know, I feel like... I feel like I should get her a bra~." he says with his eyes squinted at the large bra holding in her sizeable bust and only the bra, not having the slightest inclination to ogle her fat cleavage.

"This one?" she asks and points her fingers at nearly exposed chest.

"No, I think she'd like it in a different color maybe."

"Sorry, but this size only comes in this color."

"Dang. Alright, fine, then give me that one." he settles.

The employee reaches around her back and gets to undoing the clasp of her bra; no movement being made the boyfriend this time. Getting the clasp unlatched, her boobs can be seen noticeably dropping somewhat as the cups holding them have lost a fraction of their support. She proceeds to get her straps off her shoulders and pull her arms out of them, until finally her large and heavy 36F breasts come dropping out into view with a nice amount of swinging added to them. She holds her bra out to the boyfriend and he grabs it, eyes never going back to the worker's bare tits even when she's making no effort to cover them up, instead just nonchalantly letting them hang out with those pink and very eye-catching saucer areolas that take up the majority of each titty.

"Something else?" she asks, still with the same amount of energy she initially started the interaction with back when her fat F-cup titties weren't completely out.

"I'd be stupid to not get those panties as well for the sake of having a matching set." he states.

"Smart. Definitely." she supports his choice.

With the same amount of willingness as always, the employee hooks her thumbs into her underwear and begins the process of taking them off. Whilst sliding them down her meaty thighs and incidentally rolling them into a twisted form, her boobs dance all over the place, swinging around on her chest with a weight so perceptible that it could be felt through a sixth sense. With her panties at her ankles and the unkempt bush she has shrouding her crotch now exposed, she would go on to bend over at the waist to fully get them off, making her 36F breasts hang like cow udders that are ready for milking. The thought of her big, fat, naked butt being up in the air like it was ready for use did not concern her, and neither did her vagina being **** to unsavory advances, and most definitely not did her heavy hangers swinging around and lightly clapping into one another distract her from safely getting off the underwear she was asked to provide. Finally getting them off, the big-tittied employee rose back up and looked the boyfriend in the eyes as she handed him her used panties, and just as before, he gave no attention to the excellent bosom of the helpful worker.

"That all, or need more help?"

"No! This is perfect actually! Thank you for all your help!" he expresses his gratitude to the girl he's inadvertently stripped.

"You're very welcome. I hope your girlfriend loves them." she says with a big smile whilst nodding her head.

"If she doesn't, I'll just get her more, haha!"

"Always a good backup."

"Yeah. Have a good day." the boyfriend says and walks away.

"You too." the buxom employee says in all her nudeness, making no effort to hurry somewhere she can get dressed, instead opting to go about her bare-chested and bare-assed business just doing her work in only a pair of slip-ons and looking more like an exhibitionist rather than a competent employee of the store.