She does find a store, but...

Outside, Jamie had to take a minute to find her bearings. She hadn't been to the boardwalk often, usually going straight to the beach so she, or back then he, could ogle women, but the futa figured that there had to be at least a few stores that sold clothing she could wear. Jamie felt weirdly excited at the thought of virtual strangers judging her clothes and deciding what she should buy, her chest feeling hot and tight. In fact, the futa found it a bit hard to breathe, but she chalked that up to the excitement.

"Okay, uh, this way!" Jamie picked a direction at random after she realized that she had absolutely no idea where to go. She had seen women's clothing stores on the boardwalk, but couldn't remember for the life of her where they were.

While she walked along the beach, eyes scanning for a store that didn't sell tourist kitsch or surfing equipment, Addie kept talking to her stream, yet more callouts of donator's names a big part of it. But she also posed against the ocean several times, pointed out interesting shops and commented on her mother's ass at one point. The last one made Jamie's ears burn fiercely.

Finally, the futa saw a store sign that didn't look too girly, and began walking towards it with determination; but that determination faltered briefly once Jamie could read the sign properly. Boutique Mireille sounded French. And French meant frills and haute couture. The futa wasn't sure if she was ready for this, but she also couldn't back down now, not after heading straight for the store. So Jamie decided to just bear it; it couldn't be that bad, could it?

It was that bad. While Jamie had half expected frills, she'd underestimated how much there could be in one store. There were layered dresses, lacy pettycoats, bonnets and headbands, even the damn umbrellas had frills! The futa felt her stomach drop, but it was too late to back out now. She'd waltzed in here like she knew the place, so now it was time to go shopping. Besides, some of the dresses looked really cute... Had she really just thought that?! While Jamie was still trying to deal with the fact that she actually wanted to wear some of the dresses in the store, a sales girl in what looked like a reasonable approximation of a French maid outfit approached her with a smile that screamed 'customer service'.

"Hello, can I help you find anything?," she asked, eyes narrowing when she noticed Addie filming, the blonde making a bit of a show out of pointing the camera away from the maid.

"Thanks, we're just browsing for now," Addie explained. "Is it alright if I film for my stream? We're kinda making an event out of my friend shopping."

"I... guess so?" The sales girl looked really unsure of herself. "We never had someone request this, but it should be okay... let me know if I can help with your shopping."

"Thanks," Jamie mumbled, still trying to decide whether to be freaked by how not freaked out she was by the decidedly girly dresses on offer in the store. She was still so nervous she could barely breathe, chest feeling constricted.

"Okay, chat, back to the shopping. Looks like Jamie has a really nice taste!" Addie said from behind the futa, stepping beside her. "Chat is going nuts. They absolutely love it."

"R-really? Thats... uh, good to hear." Jamie smiled weakly. There was absolutely no way out of this. "So... I'll pick out some things then, right?"

The answer was a smile and a thumbs-up from Addie and a string of excited 'ding-ding-ding' from her phone. It seemed the donation train was still ongoing. Jamie began to wander around the store, poking through the racks. She did actually find several dresses she liked, but when her eyes fell on their price tags, her throat suddenly felt dry.

"Three figures for a thigh-length skirt?!" Jamie swore under her breath. This might become more expensive than she had anticipated.

"Don't worry." Monica had stepped next to the futa while her daughter meandered through the store, chatting animatedly with her viewers. "We cleared 1500 Dollars a few minutes ago, so feel free to pick out anything you like."

"One and a half grand?!" Jamie's jaw dropped. "Who the hell would spend that much on my wardrobe?!"

"Not exactly your wardrobe. For them, it's an event on their favorite streamer's channel, and they want to support it. Most only donate a few bucks, but at almost 5k viewers, it adds up."

"Woah..." Jamie breathed. She had never watched streams online and was now surprised how profitable they could be. And to think she'd always considered watching other people play kind of stupid. "I had no idea..."

"Now you do," Monica grinned. "Alright, pick something out. We don't want do keep the viewers waiting."

"Okay, uhm, then let's take... this, and this, and this one," Jamie said as she heaped three different dresses into her arms, excitement creeping into her voice despite herself. "I'll try them on and check out the bathing suits after... wards..."

Jamie turned beet red, her nethers twitching weakly as she realized that she would be modelling bikinis as well. For an audience of almost five thousand people. The futa had a hard time deciding whether that was terrifying or incredibly arousing. But considering how her spent dick fattened up slightly, it was probably mostly the latter. Carrying the dresses in front of her to hide the slight bulge in front of her dress, Jamie walked towards the changing rooms at the back of the store.

"Oooh, chat, it's happening, she's going to try on some dresses!" Addie sounded a little too excited for Jamie's taste. "Mods, the polls are set up? We're gonna vote really soon!"

Jamie grimaced a little - while her libido definitely liked the attention of a few thousand strangers, she figured that the situation could go south pretty quick if she did something the viewers didn't like. She gave the bewildered sales girl behind the counter an apologetic shrug and entered one of the changing rooms. After hanging the dresses up on a hook, Jamie set down her bag and began pulling her blue one over her head. Even now, alone and away from the prying eye of the camera, her heart beat way too fast und her chest felt too tight to breathe properly. But Jamie could not deny that this was partly due to excitement. She was actually looking forward to trying on these frilly things!

"Well, let's get this over with," Jamie whispered to herself, took a deep breath - and felt a seam on her sports bra give with a tiny ripping noise. "What the..."

This was decidedly not normal. The bra had fit perfectly this morning! It had even fit fine when she had been banging Addie and... drank her milk... Jamie's eyes became round as saucers. Having had experience with strange changes after ingesting equally strange things, she had a growing suspicion, and her heart began beating even faster. Did that mean... It couldn't, could it? Pleeeease let it mean...

Frantically, Jamie began pulling off her sports bra, struggling considerably with how tight it was on her chest, until finally, her breasts tumbled free and slapped against Jamie's chest. The futa's tits had never tumbled or slapped against her before! A giddy smile spread over Jamie's face as she stared down at herself. Suddenly, the futa could breathe freely again, her D-cup titties sitting proudly on her chest. Gone were her barely fist-sized lumps, a proper, still perky pair of boobies poking their cute nipples into the air. They sagged a bit more than before, but that was to be expected. Jamie began raising her hands to the prodigious orbs, **** to feel them, but...

"How's it going? Chat can barely--woah!" Monica had stuck her head inside to check on Jamie, her jaw dropping when she saw the new and enhanced Jamie 2.0.

"I-I don't know how this happened, I think Addie's milk or something--"

"Yeah, that's probably it," Monica interrupted the stammering futa, hefting one of her own tits. "It gave me these puppies, we just didn't think it still did that."

"Wait, you knew?"

"Of course, but I drank it several times since then and nothing happened."

"Well, it's not like I mind. They're awesome! Now, let's give the pervs on Addie's stream something to ogle," Jamie grinned. She just had to show her new tits off. How would Micaela react? Or her mother?

"Atta girl," Monica replied, retreating behind the curtain.

Jamie did some quick ogling of her own, striking a few poses in the mirror to watch her new boobs jiggle on her chest, barely able to tear herself away. Of course, Micaela's and her mother's tits were still bigger, but now the futa's weren't so tiny anymore! Now, which dress should she try first...