Like Glass Dominoes.

The final store to hit on their full tour of the mall was by and far the most prestigious-looking one, and quite likely the most expensive.

"Ah, the best for last," Gwen sighed. "A store that knows how to dress non-pencil women! Bras that aren't beige parachutes!"

Addie giggled as she looked over the storefront, daunted by their strong colors and vivacious clothed mannequins. As Gwen said, the clothes were all different variations of plus-sized, worn on models that had a shape real people might actually have. From full outfits for the heavy-set to shirts and blouses meant to properly house more-than-modest busts to pants with space for hips and bottoms, they seemed to have it all!

And better still, a glowing boon to ease some of Addie's financial woes: a massive banner over the entrance of the store.

SUMMER SALE— BUY ONE GET ONE 50% OFF! CLEARANCE BUY 3 GET 1 FREE!

Even if Addie had tried to hesitate or question going into such a swanky-looking store, Gwen and Charlie were already walking her inside, her eyelids fluttering at the crisp blast of cold air coming through the vents. Oh, but how pleasant and chic a store! The women on their advertising banners were simply gorgeous; full-figured women in lovely, colorful clothing and posed with daring confidence. Addie had to avert her eyes near the lingerie section, her heart pattering at seeing such robust women dressed in naught but lacey undies. Another thing getting her heart leaping, however, were the price tags. What did it matter how good the sales were, some of those garments had triple-digit prices! She could get two or three outfits from the bargain stores for the price of a single bra! There was no justifying such exorbitant prices, not for someone like her, she thought.

But then, she saw them. On a rack before her was a pair of high-waisted nearly-black pants adorned with shiny, oversized buttons on the front. They looked positively adorable, like the bottom half of overalls in a softer, sleeker fabric than mere denim. Addie's small hands shook as reached forward, finding a pair that looked like they might just fit her. While her waist and frame in general was fairly petite, the swell of her hips made getting clothing that fit everything else difficult and uncomfortable. Cheap clothing was not created with a sizable bum in mind!

Spinning around slowly to her friends, Addie's voice was a conflicted whisper, coming out of shaky breaths. "Can... can I just try these on? I just want to see, I don't..."

The misplaced guilt written all over Addie's face was deep, marring her cute face with worried lines and a shaky stare. She was like a child asking for an early Christmas present, and she only dared to ask to put them on for a moment. Her eyes couldn't even come up to meet her friends', instead focused on the folded garment between her fingers.

The siblings shared another look, their mouths pressed into thin lines. Pity and Concern; those were emotions Charlie and Gwen practically personified when Addie wasn't looking. Charlie spoke up first, taking Addie's hands in his as Gwen held onto the pants for a moment.

"I think I have an idea, if you're keen on it." His voice was so soft and deep, it made Addie's toes want to curl. Her cheeks turned rosy as she looked down at his huge, warm hands enveloping hers. "Let's go through the whole store, all of it, and pick you out some things that you like, hm? We're just looking for now, so you can pick out as many things as you want, whatever catches your eye. Then we'll take them all to the dressing room and you can take your time trying them on, see what fits, and more importantly, what you think suits your style."

"Though we would really like you to at least get a bra or two," Gwen added, voice soft and sweet. "Sports bras and cheap ones are fine on casual days or quick outings, but I think you'd feel a lot better if you got some bras that actually fit you well. You'd be amazed what a comfortable bra can do for your day."

Addie's eyes flicked between the two of them, taking in their words and the gentle energy. Nice... they were just so nice, she didn't know how to handle it. She felt her eyes growing wet, vision getting wobbly as tears built up, but she silently cursed herself and willed them away, shaking her head.

"Okay...!" Her smile was modest and slight, but she mirrored the warmth her friends gave to her, positively glowing with happiness.

_I'll never be able to repay them, _she thought.

But I'm never going to stop trying.

~

The store certainly looked big from outside, but actually going down every aisle and perusing each rack made the place seem positively palatial. Every so often, Addie found a top or some pants that piqued her interest, Charlie buzzing through the store to keep the flow of clothes rolling. Being frequent visitors of the location, the clerk recognized the siblings, happy to help them set up a rack of clothes in a dressing room for Addie to slip into later. She was stunned to hear that Addie and Charlie were the same age, the petite young lady more closely resembling an adopted daughter than a new friend. Gwen giggled at the prospect, proclaiming herself "too hot to be a momma just yet." Addie hid her red face in some clothing racks, not daring to contribute to the conversation.

Charlie made sure Addie never held onto more than a couple of items at a time, stowing her finds in the dressing room and very intentionally keeping her from seeing just how many things she had picked out. Gwen and the matronly clerk conspired with him to keep quantity and price tags away from her eyes, regularly distracting her while helping her find plenty of lovely items in her size.

Everyone involved lamented and playfully voiced their jealousy over Addie's proportions. Short and slender and unforgivably cute, but those tits of hers were absolutely gigantic on her tiny frame. Way past handfuls, they almost wouldn't seem real if they weren't quite so obviously prominent on her chest. TTP certainly made borderline stylized physiques possible, as Addie vaguely recalled increasing the muscle mass of her chest and back while editing herself to adequately support her weighty dimensions. She didn't really like the way they tugged her skin and bounced with every little motion, but the girls laughed and assured her that it simply comes with the territory. Besides, thanks to TTP, she was able to bear her "burdens" without a hint of stretch or sag. A very lucky girl, indeed.

Before she knew it Addie had filled the rack that could fit in the dressing room with her, aghast that she'd been allowed to take so many items off the shelf. Her attempts to apologize were immediately quashed by the siblings, both of them confident in their dubiously generous exploits.

"It's fine, really!" Charlie had a charmingly smug grin on his face, feeling quite cunning in duping Addie's overly modest tendencies. "You're just trying them on, remember? Now you can sort them into piles on what fits and what you really like and then... we can go from there." Addie's eyes narrowed for the briefest of moments, sensing more than just what Charlie was saying out loud. She couldn't quite place it before Gwen added on.

"Now go play dress-up, princess. I've got a few things I'm going to try on myself, so we can check them all out together!" Addie wanted to argue, to possibly persuade them to let her put some things back, but she was quickly ushered into the dressing room without a word in edgewise.

The small girl let out a big sigh. I suppose just seeing myself in them won't hurt...

~

Gwen's jabbing comments aside, Addie truly did feel like a princess.

As a boy, she hadn't ever put much stock into clothing. Clothes were a means of looking presentable to others and the only time looking one's best was important was for going to church or some grand event like a wedding. Addie hadn't ever been to a wedding, but she could recall how dapper her parents looked before they went out that day. Adrian had been content with simple tee shirts, mostly Gordon's, and sturdy jeans he could wear for days and not need to wash them. The only thing he went through quickly were socks, but so did everyone else. Never enough socks.

Even after the transition, Addie didn't really know where to begin with clothing. Simple still felt best, but everyone around her... noticed, now. Clara often commented that Addie dressed plainly, and even Gordon worried that she wouldn't like being "so modestly dressed." Why did that matter so much more now that she was a girl? Sure, the clothing was all very pretty, but it suddenly felt like a requirement. Girls were expected to show off and decorate themselves... Addie wasn't too sure how much she agreed with that. Boys and girls alike should be allowed to wear what they like, especially in the name of comfort.

Charlie and Gwen didn't make her feel that way, though. Today was a celebration of Addie, to help her reach out and become something she wanted to be. Their bright smiles, warm words, and endless support made her feel a heart-cradling kind of love she couldn't recall feeling for a very long time, if at all. So much enthusiasm, just to get her some nice things! Whatever did she do to be blessed with such wonderful people appearing in her life?

Back and forth, Addie and Gwen came out of their respective dressing rooms with all sorts of gorgeous clothes complimenting their very different frames. Gwen's bottom-heavy shape looked fantastic in those hip-hugging capris, painted toes coming into view with a set of heeled gladiator sandals. Addie had picked out many colorful summer dresses, their rich warm colors and dainty pastels turning her into a sweet-sexy porcelain doll. All she needed was a big, wide-brimmed hat to complete the look and she'd be sweet as candy. With so much glowing praise and excited energy between them as they showed off clothes, Addie didn't have time to feel self-conscious about the slightly lower cut of her tops, revealing a delightful but tasteful valley of full cleavage each time. Her hips, while nowhere near as wide and sumptuous as Gwen's, still flared out enough to be noticeable and alluring; a definitively feminine shape, and a beautiful one at that. Addie's perky bubble butt swayed and bounced each time she practically skipped back into the dressing room.

Addie saved the best for last, too. Having moved through her entire wardrobe's worth of outfits, she had changed back into her own top and was staring down those wonderful high-waisted pants that sparked their whole adventure in the store. Soooo cuuuute! It had taken a little digging around, but the clerk had managed to find a single pair of them that might fit Addie's measurements. For once, it was a matter of finding something small enough for her! Being petite and curvy at the same time was a nightmare for shopping, but if she ever found money for a tailor, they'd be set for life tending to her.

Perky bottom wiggling in anticipation, Addie starting to pull what could soon be her new favorite pair of pants up her legs. She watched herself in the mirror as she did, her brilliant smile slowly shifting into a look of concern as the garment shifted higher onto her hips.

There was... a roadblock.

Addie's impressive bulge, barely contained after all their running about and embarrassing conversations, was too pronounced for the front of the pants to get past. There wouldn't be any safe way to zip the pants up without either risking her package or the zipper itself. They weren't going to fit...!

Picking up on Addie's frustrated huffs and whines, she heard Charlie call out from outside the room. "Everyone okay, Addie?"

"Y-Yes!" She whimpered, fighting the despair settling into her. "These last ones... a-are just a little tight...!"

Even Gwen sounded disappointed, pouting on Addie's behalf. "Oh no, the ones with the buttons??" Gwen and Charlie knew how much those pants meant to her with the ways her eyes lit up. How awful would it be if she couldn't get them?

Addie scowled at her loins, once again destroyed by how inconvenient those damnable boy-bits were. She couldn't even tell them why the pants don't fit!

"Wait..! I have an idea, hold on!" With a shove, Addie let her beloved pants drop to the floor, glaring at her junk in the mirror. She had come a little loose from her usual tucked position. If she could get it all properly shoved back down, then maybe...

"You don't really have a gut to suck in, Addie..." Gwen didn't want the girl to give up, but it didn't seem hopeful on the other side of things.

"Just... let me try this...!" Hooking her thumbs into her underwear, Addie gave a firm yank, getting them down around her knees. Near instantly, her lengthy cock flopped forward, as if taking in a **** breath after being confined to her tight undies all day. She couldn't deny the relief of escaping her cloth prison, but there was no time to relax. Grabbing her insufferable rod, she wedged it back down, curling it between her legs and stuffing it back into position. This could work. It had to work!

But it didn't.

With cloth bunched at her ankles and her underwear at her knees, Addie had completely compromised her ability to move. Just a slight attempt at changing her footing caused her balance to falter, leaving her no way to correct it. As if in slow motion, Addie watched the world spin around her, tumbling in a mess of fabric and flesh. With a loud, startled yelp and a hefty thud, Addie crumpled into the floor, left dizzy by her head meeting short, dense carpet. May as well have been concrete for all the stars that dotted her vision. The clothing rack fell as well, but didn't even have the decency to cover her shame.

The siblings gasped, Gwen calling out, "Addie, are you alright?!" Jumping to action, Addie heard Gwen rush to her dressing room door, giving it a hard shake to rattle the flimsy lock out of place. Being unable to immediately answer Gwen only made her more concerned, pushing the door open as soon as the lock shifted.

"Addie, you- HOLY SHI—"

Gwen's hand loudly clapped over her own mouth, stifling her roaring exclamation at what she saw. Eyes wide as dinner plates, she took a step back, stunned by Addie's compromised state.

There Addie was: tumbled upside-down in the floor, ass sticking straight in the air, with a gigantic cock and balls looming over her for all the world to see. It wasn't but a moment later that Charlie was behind Gwen, also getting an eyeful of Addie's biggest secret. Addie's thoughts began to spiral wildly out of control.

This is it. This is how my life ends. It's all over now.