Granny buys you some new clothes.

You wake up again in Gloria's toned arms. Her bountiful breasts within licking distance and her now limp dick stuck to your belly. You feel her stir and look up to see some amazingly beautiful eyes looking at you like your the prettiest thing in the world.

You smile and say, "Good morning Grandma."

"Good morning dear. "

She lets go of you and gives a big stretch. Her chest sticks out and her breasts flop into your face. One covers your eye and she spots your other peeking out. She gives out a hardy laugh at the adorableness of you. If she could see your face she'd see your bright red cheeks.

"Oh Dougy you were terrific last night. I want to take you to the mall and get some appropiate clothing for you. Some stuff to help you work comfortably around here."

"OK Grandma can we eat afterwards?"

"Of course we'll stop by the food court after we get your stuff."

You both climb out of bed and head to the bathroom at the same time.

"You go and take a shower dear, make sure you get all the nooks and crannys. You need to be presentable even if it's just the mall."

You hop in the shower and work out the controls pretty quickly only shocking yourself once with cold water. Finding some soap you start cleaning up after Gloria's fuckfest. Then you hear her from the doorway.

"Dougy dear, mind if I use the toilet? I promise not to flush and it's only pee pee no poo poo."

Your face turns crimson at the mere question but she has accepted everything you are warts and all, so it'd be terrible to say no and make her more uncomfortable.

"Uh, no, Granny it's ok."

"Thank you dear, make sure you get in there deep."

Your eyes instinctively roll as you continue your work. You notice her shadow as she comes in. You suddenly realize she isn't sitting down. You hear a thunk as she raises the seat. You aren't prepared for the voluminous sound of her piss hitting the bowl. Like the weird kid you are, you peak around the shower curtain and see something that shouldn't turn you on. There was your grand mother all 66 years of her in top shape with a cock that would embarrass a horse letting her hose loose on a poor toilet. You didn't want to be the toilet but seeing that beast that was only hours ago reshaping your insides blast some relief was doing something to you. Suddenly you realized you were rock hard and needed to finish up soon. Throwing some shampoo in your hair you managed to get the sweat and cum off every inch of your body. As you shut off the shower Gloria flushed the toilet. You open the curtain and Gloria has backed out of the bathroom for you and is just staring at your naked form. Her smile isn't creepy just genuinely loving.

You get out and pick up a towel to dry off. As you clean yourself you look at her and then the shower and back to her. She seems to shake herself from a day dream and says,

"Oh me? naw I'll just get sweaty again."

She walks off back to her closet to get dressed. You find a change of clothes in your bags and wait quietly in the kitchen.

After about 10 minutes she comes walking in. She's wearing tight capri pants open faced wood high heeled sandals and a red tight top with spaghetti string straps. She looks amazing and is now an extra 6 inches taller than you.

"Wow Grandma you look great."

"Oh? I just threw some stuff on. I admit I'm feeling better than I have in a long time."

She walks into the pantry and comes back out throwing a small item at you. You clumsily catch it and read the words "Granola fig bar. Now with prunes!" You shudder to yourself but give her a smile.

"Thanks this should carry me over."

"Of course dear, now lets get going you can eat it on the way."

On the way She tries to make small talk. She avoid the elephant in the room and you avoid taking about her elephant in the car. As you approach the mall it looks desolate. Go figure it's 10:30 AM on a Tuesday. She meanders around the lot until pulling into a spot very much near the entrance to a store you've never heard of. It's called Rapscallions. As you both enter there's a smell of stuffiness to the air. All the clothes look pretty outdated. Even to your lack of fashion sense. Everything is jeans and flannel or preppy polos and Khaki's. You look up at Gloria who is deep in thought but she notices you and looks down at your feet and back up to your shoulders.

"Now I know you're old enough but I think we should start in the boys section honey. "

Your embarrassment is on the grand scale but sadly that is usually where you have to shop. You just nod and she takes your hand. As you both walk along you don't see anyone else shopping and only a lone clerk is manning a register off in the distance. She barely even notices you two as you browse. In the boys section you find mostly Jeans and more flannel, some bland t-shirts with pockets. Gloria still in teh aisle looks off into the distance and smiles.

Still looking she mutters, "Dougy dear, I'll be right back, just spotted some duds I could use."

Before you can say anything she walks off. Left alone to pick out your cloths you find some t-shirts with only 7 year old sayings or characters on them. You find some decent denim jeans just your size with some room to spare too. While looking someone grabs your ass hard. You whip around only to see Gloria towering over you smirking. Your face must have been gold because she just starts chortling to herself.

"Oh honey I'm sorry but it was right there, I couldn't help myself."

You just give her a smile. It's kind of nice being wanted by her.

"I found some stuff for you to try on."

Granny shows you some items in her hand. A red flannel shirt and what looked like underwear made out of denim.

"Uh Grandma? What are those?" Pointing to the extremely short jeans.

"Those are called Daisy Dukes little one. I just want to see if they fit."

She looks around for a second and spots the fitting rooms. She sees one just across the aisle.

"There we are, let's go."

Gloria takes you hand firmly and pulls you along. As you walk towards the entrance she starts to head in.

"Uh Grandma" You whisper, "You're not supposed to come in with me."

"Oh hush dear, no one is looking and I want to see you in this outfit."

She doesn't wait for your opinion and drags you inside. You both go to the furthest back room. She shuts the door and latches it with the flimsy deadbolt.

"There now, try these on I want to see my little honey bear all ready for some farm work."

This wasn't what you had in mind but what you and Grandma now had was the most important thing in your life. You were already lovers; if this makes her happy who cares? You kick off your trainers.

"Ohh if this works I'll have to find you some boots too, those shoes won't last long on the farm." Gloria observes.

You strip down to your tighty whiteys and pull on the dukes. They fit very well. Gloria holds you by the shoulders and moves you to the mirror. You aren't looking at yourself you're looking at Gloria's amazing rack just above your head in the mirror. She still isn't wearing a bra and you can see her nipples prominently. She's angling her head side to side, sizing your up. She spins you around. As you look behind at the mirror you see her glaring at you butt. These "pants" do really accentuate your curves there.

"Yes, these will do nicely my dear." she says in a congratulatory tone.

"Now put on the shirt."

You pick up the flannel shirty and pull it over your head. Too late you realize the top button is fasten and there's no way for your head to get through,

"Oh hold on honey, you're stuck."

She holds your sides to steady you and feels your head and face to find the top button. With a snap it comes free and your head pops out. Before your eyes adjust she gives you a quick kiss on your lips. Your eyes and adjust and you see her smiling at you. You smile back As you finish sticking your arms through the short holes. The short sleeves are loose and breathe well. The shirt is a bit long on your body though.

"It's a little big." You mildly protest.

"Oh I have a fix for that"

She unbuttons the bottom part of the shirt and ties it in a double knot around your waist leaving you belly a little exposed.

"Now it's too short." You again argue.

"Oh nonsense showing a little skin is always fine."

She playfully taps on your belly. An audible gurgle can be heard.

"Oh honey! you must be starving! Here let's get you changed and we'll go grab some grub."

You get an idea.