Another Inspection

The new swimsuit was much tighter than the first. The black lycra fabric clung to Glenn’s skin like a second layer, leaving little to the imagination. Every slight movement reminded him just how snug it was—especially around the front and back.

But arguing would only make things worse. He took a deep breath, pushed open the changing room door, and stepped out.

Keeping his gaze low, he hurried back toward the swimsuit section, already dreading what would come next.

Jenny spotted him first, smirking as he approached. "Why so nervous?" she asked in a teasing tone. "No one’s paying attention to you, sweetheart. Trust me, this part of the store is mostly middle-aged men and their wives. You’re probably the youngest one here."

Glenn’s face burned, but before he could respond, his mother had already squatted down in front of him again, inspecting the fit of the new swimsuit.

Jenny stepped closer, hands on her hips, observing curiously.

His mother wasted no time. She hooked her fingers into the leg opening and wiggled them inside. This time, she could only fit two fingers instead of three.

"Slightly better than the previous one," she muttered.

Then she looked up at Jenny. "Take a look at this. I still think it’s too loose."

Jenny crouched down beside her. "May I?"

"Of course," his mother said without hesitation.

Jenny reached forward, not sure if it was accidental, Jenny brushed the tip of the penis before pinching the front of the speedo before tugging it.

Glenn squirmed at the sudden contact.

"Stay still!" his mother scolded.

Jenny didn’t seem to notice his discomfort—or didn’t care. She gently slid two slender finger into the leg opening, testing the fabric.

"Open up your legs a little," she instructed.

Glenn hesitated before reluctantly obeying.

The moment he did, Jenny pried the leg opening apart slightly. A sudden draft of cool air from the store’s air-conditioning seeped into the swimsuit. Glenn instinctively tensed, his entire body on edge.

His mother clicked her tongue. "Definitely too big."

Glenn gritted his teeth. "There’s no extra room. It’s fine."

Jenny shook her head with a small smile. "Sorry, honey. This is what I do for a living, and these are clearly too large for you."

Glenn clenched his fists. "They aren’t too large. They fit—"

"Oh, please," Jenny cut him off, rolling her eyes. "You hardly fill them out. This one doesn’t suit your little anatomy."

His mother sighed. "Are there any other options?