Head out shopping for some brunch wear

Twenty minutes later, you emerge from Becky's massive walk-in closet, giggling as you both model potential outfits for Rick. Your enhanced D-cups spill over the top of a borrowed pink sundress that's just a touch too small for your new chest.

"Nothing quite fits right," you pout, twirling to show how the fabric strains across your breasts. "We need to go shopping, Daddy!"

Rick, now dressed in casual designer jeans and a light blue button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, sighs but reaches for his wallet. "Fine. There's a boutique at Harrods that should work."

Thirty minutes later, you're bouncing excitedly through the luxury department store, one hand firmly gripping Becky's while the other occasionally reaches back to brush against Rick's arm. Every time a sales associate approaches, you press yourself against his side, making it abundantly clear who's paying.

"Ooh, Daddy, look at this one!" You hold up a tiny sundress in baby blue against your body, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. The sales associate—a thin woman in her forties named Margot—raises an eyebrow but maintains her professional smile.

"Try it on, baby," Rick murmurs, his hand briefly cupping your ass before remembering where you are.

In the spacious fitting room, Becky insists on joining you. "Sisters share everything," she giggles, helping unzip the borrowed dress you're wearing. Through your connection, you feel her excitement mirror your own—the thrill of being naughty, of pushing boundaries.

When you emerge in the blue sundress that hugs every curve and shows an indecent amount of cleavage, Rick's eyes darken with desire. Becky claps her hands, bouncing on her toes. "It's perfect! Now me!"

She disappears into the fitting room and returns wearing a nearly identical dress in pink. The two of you flank Rick, pressing against him from either side.

"We match, Daddy!" Becky squeals, standing on tiptoes to kiss her father's cheek just as you kiss the other. The sales associate's professional mask slips for just a moment, revealing shock before she composes herself.

"Will you be... purchasing both?" Margot asks carefully.

"And accessories," you add, already pulling Becky toward the jewelry section. "Sisters need matching everything!"

For the next hour, you and Becky try on clothes, jewelry, and shoes—all while maintaining constant physical contact with each other or with Rick. You sit on his lap while he waits outside another fitting room. Becky feeds him a chocolate from the store's confectionery section, letting her fingers linger on his lips. You both take turns kissing his cheeks, his hands, his neck whenever there's even the thinnest pretext.

In the lingerie department, you hold lacy thongs against your hips, asking loudly, "Would you like me in this, Daddy?" causing nearby shoppers to turn and stare.

Becky goes further, modeling a sheer bra without bothering to use the fitting room, her nipples clearly visible through the delicate fabric. "Is this one better than Ashley's, Daddy?" she asks, pressing against him.

Rick shifts uncomfortably, his arousal evident despite his growing awareness of the attention you're attracting. "Jesus, girls," he mutters, but doesn't stop either of you.

By the time you leave Harrods with several shopping bags, your public display has progressed from subtle touches to blatant boundary-crossing. Outside on the sidewalk, waiting for the car, Becky pulls you into a deep kiss right in front of her father, who watches with a mixture of arousal and concern about being so public.

"My beautiful girls," he groans when you break apart, apparently deciding to embrace the situation rather than fight it. He checks his watch. "We should head to Bellingham's. The twins will be waiting."

11:45 | Sunday 3 Aug 2025 | Outside Harrods, London

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