The price of dignity

"Heeeey Girlfriend! Oh, someone's brought you this time, much better babe." The shopgirl greeting her was the tallest of the gkrls, taller than the make cashier too. And then wore 9 inch ballet heels. She was black, with obviously surgically enlarged lips, an eye-catching auburn afro and was wearing a green bunnygirl outfit that showed off her C-Cup tits and big ghetto booty.

Lara smiled at being recognised and being complimented. She eyes the tones arms of the shopgirls and remembered how hard she'd slapped Lara's swollen, soaking semen-slurping snatch.

Grandpa... Recognised a former tenant. A prudish bitch that kept accusing him of past crimes of "his" people. She was studying to be a Doctor then one day she left. He pulled her over to him and got a look at her. No recognition, not much of anything going on in her head. Still, she had been a very annoying tenant. Furnished her down to her knees and held her next to his crotch until she undid his zip.

"Go find something to wear Piggy, I'll just be here for a little bit." Lara smiled and trotted off. The shopgirl's mouth was a fine sexsleeve for him to use. Her bag reflex didn't exist and she clearly enjoyed how he was using her roughly.

The other girls loved what she's done with the outfit, saying it was much better and it would be so amazing and hawt if Black Widow wore something more like Lara's version.

The girls all thought she was funny. No way did she really want them to discipline her plumped up, clothes-eating pussy. She just wanted more spanking.

Lara couldn't even argue, since she actually did want them to spank her fat cunt. Some even used small paddles on her wet and throbbing cunt.

They gave her a new charm for her anklet. It was another pig, this one had a tracking system, with the instrument to track it being an app sold separately. It would automatically notify male customers of Clothing The Dense of her presence of she was nearby. She had to pose for profile pictures, clothes and naked. Spreading her arse and her pussy.

When she explained she had no money and how Grandpa was here to make sure she used alternate methods to pay, the girls had an idea.

Once Grandpa had finished throatfucking his dumb cunt former tenant, he followed a crowd to where Lara was on her back with her legs in the air. It was like a carnival strongman competition. Men were swinging their ducks down into Lara's plump and puffy pussy, trying to make her cry out. Win and they got to fuck her arse. There were a couple of bimbos in the line, armed with strap-ons. But when they won, the man who had brought them to the store got to fuck Lara's arse while the bimbo was allowed to shove their dildo down Lara's throat.

It went on until closing time and with a dozen bags of new clothes, the cashier asked Lara about the problem Lara had talked about earlier, how she couldn't avoid a cameltoe in any of her non-skirt and non-dress outfits.

"It's not a problem," Lara explained, "I was being a nasty prude earlier. Obviously my piggy pussy needs to be seen, or people won't know how pretty and fuckable I am."