Emi Goes To The Mall

Emi had successfully side stepped any discussion of why she had come home early all day.

It was nice to be home, and despite the internal family trials and tribulations it was relieving.

Until her mother dragged her out to settle the dress issue.

Emi had discussed this endlessly during the week. Her mother adamant that she wear a dress that wasn't in her normal wardrobe colour palette, normal dress length, and with covered shoulders.

Emi thought the conversations had been irritating, but each dress her mom had picked up according to the sizes Emi had given just didn't fit. That or the way they did fit wasn't to her mother's approval. So after trying on 8 dresses at home they were now at the store.

Her mother returning the dresses at the cash, while Emi was off to one side being sized. The sales clerk talked about how excited she was about the new fashion outlet mall store opening near the city Emi was trying not the think about. She boasted of the sales deals that were supposed to happen during their midnight madness launch.

All as Emi was stuck trying not to think about being sized by the girl nude.

Or maybe the guy over at the suits section. She wouldn't mind him stretching a tape…

“What are you doing?” Terryl scolded, bringing Emi back from the errant sexual thoughts to see the girl measuring her embraced around her hips, Her teeth letting go of Emi's belt as she sheepishly blushed, wondering what had been coming over herself.

“I was just uh… reaching…” The poor dirty blonde girl stuttered when Emily just tilted her head in her mother's direction.

“She's measuring my ass. The one you were calling fat, or ridiculous in some of those other dresses.” The sales girl exhaled in relief, feeling blessed by the save. All while wondering just what it was she was going to do.

“I don't think she need to drape herself on you to do it. We need a dress that isn't black, too bright, or a shade of pink.” Terryl then instructed as the sales girl hustled off to the racks with the sizes she had collected, eyeing them enviously. "And no exposed shoulders!"

As they finished picking out the dress and Emi tried to go for the car, eager to avoid the temptations of the uninvited sexual thoughts that kept dancing through her head her mother looked her up and down sternly.

“We can't be leaving yet. We still have to do something about that.” Terryl remarked with indignation.

“What?” Emi asked, absolutely perplexed about what her mother was upset about now.

“I won't dignify it with a remark. But you should know better. And control your thoughts, it definitely isn't cold in here.” Terryl tried to discreetly scold her daughter looking back and forth in the mall mortified that she even had to be having this…. This… this discussion.

Looking at her mother as if she were stupid or crazy Emi couldn't grasp just what her mother was implying.

“I can see your nipples. They've been shamelessly showing through that shirt all day. We're getting you a bra to stop this.” He mother then hissed, grabbing Emi's wrist and leading her off down the mall hall way to one of the undergarment stores.

As her mother lead her off down the hallway Emi rolled her eyes. It was the 21st century. Bare boobs were all over tv, movies, the internet. Hell it was legal here to even go topless. The only reason she wasn't wearing a bra anyways was…

Emi gasped covering her mouth. Her breasts warmed at the thought of how she'd been fucked the night before. Of her friends, and some of their relations devolving into wanton demons. How she almost…

Trying to push the depraved thoughts aside Emi gulped as she realized where they were already. Her mother already going through a drawer of some of the plainest bras you can find.

“What's your size.” Terryl muttered under her breath to Emi, as Emi sort of blinked in a daze. "Your size.”

“I don't know.” Emi replied back to receive a scowl from her mother, her immediate thoughts were that Emi was just being uncooperative.

“They don't just grow overnight. Seriously, some days I wonder about you girls.”Terryl replied shaking her head at the percieved immaturity Emi was showing her.

Emi rolled her head around and sighed. Actually yeah, they did sort of grow overnight she thought, as her mother flagged down a staff member to break the impasse her daughter was needlessly creating.

“Excuse me, can I get her sized.” Terryl requested pushing Emi towards the girl.

“Yeah, certainly. Come right this way.” Leading Emi to a change room the tiny auburn haired girl grabbed a box and gestured for Emi to come in.

“Now we can do this with your shirt on…” Emi wasn't really listening to the girl drone on with what was likely a rehearsed shpeal meant for people who hadn't been sized before. “Uh, miss..”

Shaking her head Emi zoned back in. “Sorry uh what..”

“I was just asking if you remember the last time you were sized and what it was.”

“34b.” Emi replied without any hesitation.

“No way. When were you last sized? Boob job?” Jennifer asked inquisitively. At a glance she could tell Emi was at least a C, if not a D.

Emi peeled her top off, dropping her supernaturally enhanced breasts with a slight jiggle before the amazed sales clerk.

“Wow…” She gasped slowly reaching out to grasp one, only realizing what she was doing as Emi gasped in pleasure. “Oh… uh… sorry…” Jennifer apologized suddenly feeling flustered as she scrambled to hurry the sizing, unsure of what was coming over her.

Emi shifted slightly, forgetting just how good they felt being touched. She thought about how good her body felt last night. Looking down at the petite auburned haired girl as she was just about finished Emi grinned stupidly. “Want another touch?”

Jennifer gulped at the invite, her face mere inches away from the pheromone releasing skin of Emi's corrupted body. Keeping mind of the number 34 her lips timidly touched down on Emi's skin. Eyes locked on Emi's face for any sign of rejection as she slowly encroached upon the tit flesh feeling impatient as her hands lifted and squeezed the breast, her mouth sucking one tiny nipple solidly.

Emi bit her lip suppressing a moan of delight, she could feel a pressure releasing, not just in terms of her hungering for pleasure, but also in terms of her one breast as she unknowingly was being milked of corrupting essence by the sales clerk.

Jennifer sucked until the sweet nectar ran dry, realizing she had just leeched breast milk that tasted better than she could have ever conceived. Quickly switching breasts, thirsting for more.

Emi stroked Jennifer's hair, enjoying the girls hands exploring her body as the auburn girl's mouth played with her nipples. Emi felt a growing surge of relief, and desire.

“Mmmm….” Jennifer moaned happily, no longer gazing up timidly, her eyes desiring more, one hand grinding at Emi's pussy through her jeans.

They both froze still at the knock on the door.

“What's taking so long in there?” Terryl demanded, the two girls scrambling to look decent before opening the door.

“All done.” Jennifer remarked to Emi's mother stepping out followed by Emi.

Jennifer hovered around them aiding anyway she could as Emi's mother picked out the blandest couple of bras in the store.

Sending them on to the cash, Jennifer packed the bag and told the other clerk what to bill for.

On the car ride back to her parents house Emi investigated the bag's contents with a frown, that is until she found some sexier garments stashed underneath the ones her mom had wanted her to wear.

Emi dropped her jaw, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with dread as she realized what she might have done. Had she exposed that sales clerk?

If so… Emi feared she liked it.