Head to the supermarket for supplies and maybe a little mischief...

You look up along the malls walkway at the shops still remaining open. So late after dinner there aren’t many of them; a few fashion boutiques are winding up their last business of the day, as are the last couple of specialty stores. The one place still active with customers going in and coming out is the supermarket.

Leading the girls towards the brightly lit entrance you scan the shoppers coming out. They are a mix of late-working business types, college students, night owls and evening-shift workers; all taking advantage of the night-time opening hours. Dressed as scantily as they are, their bodies all but on display, Jessica and Britney get some hungry lingering stares from most of the men and tight-lipped glares of disapproval from many of the older women.

You take it all in your stride smiling as you step into the entry aisle of the supermarket and turn to look back at them.

“It could be a long night, lets stock up of supplies shall we?” You tell them smiling as they look around a little nervously at the staring shoppers. “Don’t mind the looks, they’re just envious…”

The girls relax a little as your words sink in with the subtle power of your mind behind them. You circle them both in a hug, letting your hands slide down to their barely clad young asses, squeezing at their soft flesh and making them both squeal happily.

“Now go get us some drinks, snacks and anything else you think we might need.” You say, releasing them both with one last fondle at the plump ass beneath Jessica’s short, pleated school-girl skirt. “I’ll just wander about until you’re done.”

With eager nods and a light step they both grab shopping baskets and split up leaving you alone, blinking a little in the bright fluorescent lighting. Soft supermarket music plays in the background and you hum along tunelessly to it as you look about for some more wicked entertainment.

The revelation that you can create and change physical things has left you reeling a little and you can’t wait to try it out but then again… maybe you should focus on what talent you have already tried and tested.

Mulling this over you wander between the checkouts and aisles, idly taking in your surroundings.

There can’t be more than a few dozen shoppers left in the large supermarket at this time of night and though most of the checkouts are closed, several are still open. They are all staffed by pretty young girls in the red and white striped uniform of the store, either scanning groceries through for a customer or waiting nonchalantly for someone to serve.

You spot two blondes talking quietly, leaning out over their empty counters to speak gently to each other and giggling. They seem unaware that their over-reaching posture is causing their uniforms to stretch enticingly over their pert young tits or that their smooth round asses are almost completely up in the air as they stand on tiptoe to whisper across the empty space between their counters.

In those uniforms they remind you a little of the candy-stripers you had seen occasionally in the hospital and you smile contentedly as you guess that the stores policy is to have all the young attractive female staff out front to serve the customers, with one exception glaring;

Stalking between the checkouts is a white-haired old matron of a woman in a similar striped uniform, though not wearing it nearly as well as her younger co-workers. Her bronze embossed name-tag identifies her as ‘Elizabeth, Store Night Manager’.

You watch as she stops to speak sternly to the two laughing check-out girls and then to smile sparingly at a customer before moving on. She walks as though she has a broom handle up her ass and you smirk as you imagine what you could do about that before wandering casually onwards.

At the end of a center aisle a product representative stands beside a small table set up with a yoghurt sign and several small tasting cups with spoons. She has dark hair and golden tanned skin but looks tired at the end of a long day. She appears to be at the end of her twenties and her body, though still fairly trim, has begun to round out a little with her maturing age. She’s dressed in a simple white t-shirt with the yogurts maker’s blue logo presented across her modest rack and tight white slacks that hug her slightly over-ripe ass and thighs.

She looks a little defeated but still forces a smile as three middle-aged women in gym outfits carrying grocery baskets emerge from a grocery aisle to towards the stand.

You continue meandering along, glancing between the long rows of shelves stocked with groceries when you spot Britney standing on tip toe, reaching up for some energy drinks. Her tiny, violent pink lycra mini-dress is stretched as taut as her body, exposing all of her long legs, smooth thighs and even the bottoms of her bare ass cheeks as she scrambles with her fingertips for the tins and you smile approvingly at the scandalous sight before moving on again.

The last aisle is where they keep the refrigerated goods and has only two shoppers in it; a mother pushing a trolley with her teenage daughter trailing behind her.

The older woman is a real MILF, a red-head with milky pale skin wearing a pair of denim patterned leggings and a red tank top that left the bottom of her soft but still flat belly exposed. Her ass and thighs looked full but firm in the skin-tight pants and her breasts had to be a large D-cup without a hint of sag in them beneath the light material of the scarlet top. She looked to be in her mid-thirties but still had the body of a woman in her twenties.

Her teenaged daughter is a chip off the same block. Wearing headphones and dressed in the blue and grey uniform of a high school senior, her own hair was hazelnut with streaks of her mothers copper coloring in it. She wore make-up where her mother didn’t; her eyes gently shadowed, her lips full and red. Her own figure has begun to round out in young womanhood like your sister Jessica’s and her school skirt seemed a bit short on her maturing body. You admired her pale flashing legs and long carelessly mussed hair as she whips it about her face, dancing on the spot to her music behind her per-occupied mother.

Returning to the front of the shop you grin, confident that there is plenty of opportunity for mischief here…