A lot of exploration, and learning of her girl's fashion tastes

The three girls began looking over Mila, trying to figure out how to dress her. Isan seemed to start the posing, adjusting the Arrancar's arms while Rukia and Matsumoto started to look through the clothes. Chizuru, meanwhile, was getting a deep grip of Isane's ass, dropping her leggings to the floor.

Rukia grabs her outfit before dashing over to the mannequin, taking off Rose's top before putting her own choice of top - the outfit had a lot of cute bear faces scattered over a sky background, no sleeves. Pulling it down, she couldn't get it any farther than a few inches beneath Mila's chest. "Isane, please, hep with the legs, I got this adorable skirt for the mannequin!" Isane looks at the rather childish pattern on the skirt, and sighed. "All right..." She moves to the legs of the 'mannequin'. She weas having trouble getting down there, as Chizuru was motorboating her breasts something fierce.

"Rukia... This model needs something sexy to wear... most of this is too far into the cute end of the scale." Rangiku whines at Rukia, leaning over as Isane manages to lift up Mila's legs to help take off her pants... then bent further to ninety degrees, her breasts now dangling and suddenly bouncing side to side wildly. As though an unnoticeable redheaded girl was slapping them back and forth hard.

"The short haired shinigami looked over at the mannequin they were playing with, then looking back to her blonde friend. She bent over a bit, her legs going into near splits as her hands seemed to be dragged to her pussy as her panties moved themselves to the side, furiously alternating shoving her fingers in to the base of her knuckles, alternating hands. "WhaAAAt's wroooooong with the cuuuUUAAAAte loooook?" She asks, oblivious to her own moans.

"Have you seen the tits on this one?" The 10th squad member says, highlighting her own chest as she stood up - right before her cleavage showing button up shirt was suddenly ripped apart, her bountiful chest bouncing freely. "these babies need to be shoooOOOOwn! This mannequin was made to show off! the Cute is just distragjhhghgligk." Sjhe says, her mouth suddenly feeling like an invisible hand had invaded her snatch and was coating her mouth with the stolen juices.

"Guys..." Isane said looking at her two friends, bent over as she looked between them. She would have stood up, but it was as though someone was lying on her back. Rukia and Matsumoto looked over at her, the former stumbling over to her and wiping her cum soaked hands all over her breasts. "We're just playing with a mannequin. Once rukia's done, we can do yours next Rangighhhgglh." Her sentence was muffled, because her breasts had broken free of her top and shoved themselves into her mouth.

"She has a point." Rukia says, her body moving to sit on isanes back, grinding her crotch against Kotetsu's hair.

Rangiku ponders, her hand to her chin about her freely bouncing chest as her legs go into a K pose, an invisible hand plowing into her snatch through her panties roughly. "All riIIIIIIght! W-weeeee can do thaaaaaat." She acquiesces, oblivious to her and her friendsa predicament.

Chizuru was having a blast! Not one of her bitches noticed anything she did to them, no matter how intense!

She looked over Mila Rose's Amazonian build, then between Rukia's cute outfits which contrasted with the dress up doll's body, and Rangiku's Belly bearing tops with writing and mini shorts. What should Mila be wearing by the end of this?