Playing Dress-up

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Pulling into a parking spot, Alice and I share a quick goodbye before she runs off to meet her friend. Following her with my eyes for a moment, I realize that Mom is taking a bit longer to get out than I expected. Turning to check on her, I catch an eyeful of her gorgeous ass as she crawls out of the other side of the car. Stepping out with as much grace as she can manage, she stands up sore and does a few stretches to loosen up. Conveniently, she faces away from me and whether intentionally or not I get a really good look at her.

Paying no mind to me as I enjoy the show, she really shows off that wonderful ass in her painted tights. Eventually while she's in the middle of bending over, she quickly snaps her head back to me and catches my stare. Briefly frightened that I was caught staring so blatantly, I'm put to ease when I see her smile and she makes no move to end the show.

"Don't worry Dave I'm ready to go. Sorry to keep you waiting." She smirks knowingly and finally stands up to face me. Looking up her body as she turns, I catch sight of her nipples that had fallen out of her skimpy top during her stretches. Frowning as she notices my leering, she quickly looks down shocked at her state of undress.

"Ah! I can't believe this happened again!" Rushing to fix the slip, she tucks her tits back under the fabric, leaving just a hint of areola peaking out. Relieved to be covered up again, she gives a very focused look when she notices my gaze remaining on her wiggling bust.

"Ahem, watch yourself Dave." Right, tits are still off limits. Or are they...? Well for now they are since my earlier purchase for Alice drove me completely bankrupt for now. Oh well, at least now that also counts as an investment for future gem gains. I could just make her into a statue again to play with her, but that isn't the same.

"Sorry Mom, I was just a little...surprised by that." I try to look sorry, but it's really hard to when I'm enjoying myself this much at her expense. It's not like that slip wasn't by design either.

"It's ok honey. Just don't do it again ok? You're my son and dresser, you should be more mature than to stare like that."

"I know, I'm sorry. So, you remember that list I read to you?" This'll should be a good test. I had a lot of items on that list, much more than most people could reasonably remember. Most people aren't being controlled by some AI succubus though, so maybe Jane can pull through on this.

"Don't worry Dave, I got it handled." Looks like a good sign.

"Great! Lets head in then." We both head in together, Mom's ass and pussy clearly visible through her tights for anyone walking around to see. If that wasn't enough to draw attention to her, she also took great care to swing her hips with each step. This gait also did great things for her jiggling chest, but she crossed her arms to try to mitigate this effect. Biting her lip, she took frequent glanced around to look for strangers who might be getting a look, and on one occasion I caught her winking at a guy giving her a double-take. Deciding I wanted to give her some attention myself, I make her squat down a few paces from the entrance and pull down her tights. Laying on some hard spanks, I have her moaning loudly under my hand as I enjoy myself with her body. At this point Jane has definitely turned her into an exhibitionist masochist, so she's probably enjoying this as much as I am.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Oh shit.

Looking up from Mom's red booty, I see an angry man approaching from the mall. An angry man in uniform. Fuck, this might have been a miscalculation. Freezing up as he runs over, I wait anxiously as Mom quietly pants and recovers from the spanking.

"What kind of pervert are you? If you don't get the hell out of here immediately I'm having you arrested and banned for life!" Hand resting near his baton, I felt like maybe my antics had finally caught up to me.

"I. Um...." At a loss for words and ready to get my ass banned, I'm saved as Mom shakes her head and speaks up for me.

"I'm sorry, what's wrong?" The guard's eyes flash open for a second, giving temporary relief to me, but quickly his serious expression returns.

"What's wrong? You're practically naked! You can't come here in that, this is a family establishment!" He gestures to Mom's ass hanging out of her tights. Honestly, if the tights were fully pulled up it wouldn't have mattered much anyways.

"Oh, my clothes? No it's ok! My son told me to wear this." This finally calms the guard down completely.

"I see...Well, carry on then, sorry to bother you about this." The guard turns to go back through the doors.

"Wait, um, sir?" I call the guard back, who slowly turns back and approaches.

"What is it? I already told you you're fine."

"I just wanted to be sure, I can spank her right?" I punctuation my question with a hard smack of her ass, drawing a moan from Mom as the guard looks on attentively briefly.

"Oh that? What's the problem with that? You're fine." He turns back to head into the mall, leaving us near the entrance, Mom still stuck in her squat.

"Um. Thanks for that Mom." I've never been more relieved. Time to keep pushing my luck on consequences I guess. Grateful that Mom stepped in for me, I give her ass a hard spank as a thank-you and pull her tights up for her.

"OH! Of course." Letting her stand up again and fix her tights, we head into the mall to find her new clothes. On the way there she gets plenty of stares, but she doesn't seem to mind them. Most people aren't brave enough to gawk openly at her tits, but she definitely feels the eyes on her ass as she sways past them. Finally here, I I may as well have a bit more fun with Mom. Taking out Custom Girls, I enable awareness for both Mom and Others on all of her changes so far.

Walking into Lexie's Place, Eliza Haines is confidently strutting her stuff in the sheer tights when a sudden wave of realization washed over her. What the hell was she wearing!? **** on her breath, she stumbles in shock and rushes to pull her tank top up, attempting to hide her tits the best she can. Tagging the skimp fabric up leaves her midriff completely exposed, but she wagers that is much better than walking around with her nipples almost slipping out.

Looking down in horror at her pussy shining through tights, she doubles over and squeezes her thighs tight with the unfortunate side effect of jutting her ass out towards the entrance. Making a move to position her purse behind her, Eliza releases her tank top. Or at least she tries to. Rather than leaving the top hiked up and protecting her tits from prying eyes, she watches in horror as her hands slowly and carefully slide it back downwards. Once the edge of the fabric is just barely skimming over her areola, her hands finish their work and leave a massive expanse of cleavage jutting out in front of her. Unable to believe what just happened, she stares down at her rebellious hands in shock.

Griping the top edge of the tank top she makes another attempt to pull it up and hide herself, yet this time her hands don't even flinch. Unable to will them into action, she releases the fabric and tries to calm herself down for a moment. With one more failed attempt, she gives up, red from embarrassment as she looks around for anyone who may be watching her.

Sure enough, at least a handful of people have caught on to what's happening. A couple young men walking by the front of the store are standing in awe, a few women in the store are either looking on in shock or doing their best to avoid looking, and at least one employee is rushing over. Giving up on her cleavage, Eliza moves a hand down between her legs to cover up, and grabs her purse to cover the back of her ass. Much like her attempts to cover her tits however, for some reason she can't hold the purse behind her butt. Every time she brings it close, her hand stops before it can blow view of her ass, hanging on the side uselessly. With a hand covering her pussy, Eliza goes to back herself into a wall to hide at least something if she can't cover her ass herself. Instead of following her orders however, her legs shock her by their suggestive gait and she finds her tits pressed into the wall as her ass is thrust out.

"Excuse me, you need to leave right now!" Looking behind her, Eliza finds a store employee giving her a disgusted once-over of her body, hopeless exposed for the store.

"I-I..." Eliza had no idea what was happening to her, but going out into the mall seemed even worse than staying in the relatively unpopulated store. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, just get out!"

Eliza simply nods her head and backs away from the wall. Taking a slow step to the door, her eyes widen at the massive sway in her hips. On the next step she attempts to mechanically place her foot forwards and again finds herself making a wide swing of her hips. Embarrassed beyond belief, her attempts to control her gait become more and more half-hearted as she picks up the pace, flaunting her ass to the store as her embarrassed upper-body attempts to cover her tits and pussy facing the mall. Almost out of the store and ready to rush to a bathroom to hide, for some reason her legs refuse to carry her past the entrance.

Bending over to stare at her feet cemented to the floor, she winces at how the move thrusts her ass out for the strangers behind her. Feeling some strange mixture of deadly embarrassment and arousal as she considers their gaze, she's shocked as she's quickly stood upright and spun back to the store. The employee is not pleased as she watches Eliza's legs saunter in suggestively, carrying her in as she desperately tries to hide herself with her arms.

"Listen, I'm going to have call security if-" The angry woman starts to berate her, but Dave cuts her off.

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm her son, I dressed her like that." WHAT!

"Dave, you're not helping!" What was her son doing?

"I-" The previously furious employee pauses, seemingly **** on her words. "That's not...What." Confusion flies across her face as her lips open without a sound.

"Ok....?" Her eyes are flying back and forth wildly. What's going on?

"Glad we have an understanding then!" Dave says to her smiling, as her walks around behind Eliza.

What was that? Something's up, but I have no clue how it- AH!

As Eliza and the employee were thinking over what happened, the confused mother feels a heavy slap come down on her ass. Looking back at her own son, staring down at her jiggling rear, fury and humiliation burn inside her as she's ready to scream at him.

"Dave!...........?" Why couldn't she say anything to him? She wanted to tear into him for treating her like that, his own mother! But much like the employee staring alongside her, her lips open and no words come out. She can't even muster wearing a frown on her face.

"Dave- I....OH!" Dave reaches around to land another hard spank on her ass. Eliza's face burns red from the humiliation, but also confusion as her feels pleasure radiate from the area in the aftermath. What was wrong with her?

"I'll leave you two to be." The employee turns around and runs away, seemingly no longer capable of handling the surreal reality of the situation. As Eliza's breath slows from the last strike, she turns her head to Dave.

"Dave, what's going on, I don't understand!"

"Oh it's simple Mom, I can spank you whenever I want and I can dress you however I like." Dave gives her a smile.

"But, why?" Eliza is beyond confused, this has to be some kind of dream.

"You're over thinking this. Hey Mom can I spank you?" What kind of a question was that? She was going to tell him off right now and end this...whatever this is.

"Of course honey!" Eliza hears the words come cheerily out of her mouth and her eyes widen as she clamps her hands over it. Taking the invitation, Dave walks around her, and as much as she wants to turn to hide her butt she can't muster the will to move her legs. He gives her a quick strike, and Eliza's muffled moan resonates through her hands.

Helplessly watching her son enjoy her ass for a few spanks, she stands there taking it trying to muffle herself the best she can. For some reason, the pleasure she felt earlier just gets greater with every hit, despite the humiliation of being used like this in public. Relieved when Dave finally gets his fill, he walks around back in front of her.

"What's wrong, nothing about this is weird right?"

"It's all weird..." No matter how much she tried to protest, her words always died on her lips and she couldn't even so much as frown at Dave over his conduct.

"I'm sure you'll get used to it. Also, pull that tank top over the top of your breasts, let them hang out."

"What! I-" Her protests end as soon as she sees her hands make their moves. Pulling her tits up with the bottom of the skimpy shirt, she watches as they drop from the fabric and bounce in freely in front of her. With the fabric bunched up on top of her impressive tits, all her attempts to move the top back down at worthless, so she crosses her arms in front of her to at least cover her nipples.

"This is humiliating...Whatever this is Dave, please...."

"Mom listen, I know best ok? Now you remember that list I read to you?" Eliza did remember something about a list, but for some reason she couldn't really remember any specifics. There was a lot of stuff on that list, so it's probably a little too much to remember off the top of her head.

"That was a long list...Please I just want to go."

"I'm sure it'll come back to you. Go find the first item I listed and change into it. I'll be waiting by the changing rooms."

"But- EI!" Despite her protests, at Dave's words Eliza's legs took off on their own, leaving her to carry her exposed bust as they sashay her across the store. Having no idea where they're taking her, she just does her best to hide her tits and avoid looking at any of the other patrons. Eventually though, her legs stop and her arms move to leave her exposed as she's broken from her trance to see herself picking up a red jacket from the selection.

Confused by her actions, Eliza's legs continue to carry her down the aisle, seeming to have some destination in mind. In the meantime, she held an arm across her chest while taking a look at the jacket. It looked like it was a nice jacket of decent quality, although it was far removed from what she would normally wear. This was a very short jacket that probably wouldn't go halfway down her back, and would be best suited for putting over a dress in a casual setting. Eliza didn't pay too much attention to her outfits when she wasn't at work, so she hadn't tried an outfit using something like this any time recently. Still, it would probably look pretty nice.

Feeling her arm remove itself from her chest, Eliza blushes and notices that she was deposited in front of a handful of miniskirts. Watching herself sort through the collection, she sees her hand pull out a short black skirt that probably wouldn't cover more than her ass. Dreading potentially putting this on, her legs set off once again. Finding herself standing in front of a table laying out long socks, Eliza feels completely removed from her body as she's **** to bend over suggestively, thrusting her ass out to anyone to catch a glimpse of her pussy from behind. The two items held in one hand, she watches the other picks out a pair of long, pin-striped socks, before taking off to the changing rooms with her ass swinging side to side.

Carried up to the changing rooms, Eliza goes past her son, in to much shame to look at him. Before her legs set foot into the room, she's surprised by a sudden change in trajectory. Making a heel-turn, Eliza finds herself placed right in front of Dave, and finally in control of herself again, rushing to cover her tits since pulling her tank top down is impossible.

"So you find everything you need?" Dave asks. How would she know, she had no idea what she's even here for?

"Heh heh, sure did! Well, everything for the first outfit." What is she saying? It's like her face lost control just like her body did earlier. Something's horribly wrong.

"I- I don't know why I said that. Why am I picking these out?"

"Relax, you got what you needed. Put them on right here."

"Wait! Not even in the changing room? What am I doing? Dave, please stop this, I don't want to do this!" Her protests falling on deaf ears, Eliza can do nothing but watch as her hands quickly pull the useless tank top off from on top of her tits. She finds herself turning around and bending over at the waist to untie her shoes, wiggling her butt back and forth slightly to her dismay. With those out of the way, she finds her thumbs hooking into her tights, peeling them down slowly to reveal herself completely to her son.

Stepping out of the thin tights, Eliza finds herself standing with her back to Dave. Hands free, she draws them across her tits to give her a moment of mild additional modesty. Standing there nervously, she is surprised by her body suddenly bending over to pick up the dropped clothing. Her hands finding the long socks, they draw them up her legs slowly until they end at mid-thigh, all while presenting her ass nicely to her son. With her legs covered up, Eliza finds herself stepping into the skirt and pulling it up until it hugs snugly around her butt. Really that's all it covers, as the stretchy material clings tight to her skin and ends just under the curve of her cheeks. Very little skin on her legs is exposed with this combination, but she's one misstep away from flashing herself, a misstep her legs seem very likely to make currently.

With her modesty somewhat restored, the flushed woman finds herself buttoning up the tiny red jacket. With only a single button holding the two halves together, her impressive cleavage is right out in the open. Worse is with how short the jacket is, everything from her mid-back to her waist is bared. Finally wearing the complete set of clothes, Eliza is able to turn around and face Dave.

"This is awful..." She exclaims quietly and defeatedly, tugging at the clothes in the hopes that she might be able to somehow take them off.

"Oh come on, it looks great! We just need to get you some heels, come on I'll find some for you." As her son takes off, Eliza stands by trying to stretch her skirt over more of her legs. Before Dave gets more than 10 feet away, his mom finds herself following after him. With her hips swinging each step, she feels her chest jiggle and realizes that this jacket doesn't provide any support for her whatsoever. It's no more than a curtain that covers her nipples, hopefully.

Finding a collection of high heels where Dave has led her, he gestures to a pair of tall red stilettoes. Bending over to reach them, Eliza is keenly aware of the way her tits hang low under her body, and knows Dave must be getting a perfect view of her underboob. With her tits hanging low as the jacket falls forwards with them, the shoes are put on her feet and she straightens herself up again, noticing a long mirror in place to check herself in.

She looked like some porn actor putting on a...well to be honest it was hard to tell what it would be a porn parody of. The jacket makes it look at least semi-professional, but it's so far gone from real practical dress she just ends up looking like a slutty Halloween costume. Like she was the slutty schoolgirl's teacher or something. The brevity of her skirt was expected and looked like it would be towing the line in a club, while the long socks only emphasized the edge of her skirt with the short strip of thighs poking out. The heels looked sexy and on a normal outfit in the right circumstances she could appreciate them, but this was way too much right now. Especially with how antsy her legs are, for some reason constantly rocking back and forth, leaning her hips out and slowly rolling her butt.

The star of the show on the outfit was definitely the jacket. At least on her legs, she had cloth covering skirt, or at least most of it. The jacket was held together by a few strands of thread and a single button, the only thing preventing her tits from falling out into the open. As a busty woman, this jacket was definitely made for someone less blessed, as that single button was under some strain. Her tits pushed together in the plunging "neckline" creating a deep valley of cleavage, and the short jacket could only make it just below her nipples. Being relatively tall for a woman, and in these heels, people were going to get lots underboob action.

"Perfect! You look great!" Smack! As Eliza is busy soaking in her sexed up look, she sees Dave in the mirror take a heavy spank of her ass, sending her flinching. Dumbstruck by the situation, she just stares at herself in humiliation.

"Come on, cheer up." Suddenly, Eliza has a moment of clarity. Of course this was a great outfit, Dave's never been wrong before! The heels and socks really do a lot to highlight her legs, and the hint of thigh is a nice touch. The skirt shows off her curves well, and the short jacket highlights the abs she's so proud of. While the jacket showed a lot more of her chest than she was used to, it's not like showing off was a bad thing. She definitely had plenty that deserved to be shown off.

"Thanks honey, this looks great!" Ecstatic at how great the outfit turned out, she gives Dave a hug, having to reach down a little due to her tall heels. Giving him a brief but tight embrace, Dave returns the favor with a sharp slap on her ass, making her moan softly in pleasure before pulling away from him.

"So, should I just go down the list?" She asks her personal dresser.

This really couldn't have gone better. Toying with Mom's awareness was fun at first, but got old fast honestly. I greatly appreciate the enthusiastic, happy Mom, even if playing around with her is a great pastime. Keeping the new outfit, which I'm currently referring to as her "Slutty Secretary" outfit in my head, we walk around the store together to find the next outfits. Not bothering to find a changing room ever, we see lots of uncomfortable glances from other customers and the employees. Having kept awareness on for others, Mom is constantly bewildered by the strange stares she's getting, much like those others are amazed she hasn't been thrown out yet. No matter how much the employees want to though, Mom's here to stay so long as her outfit has my approval, much to the confusion of the employees constantly **** on their words.

As Mom is busy changing out of the tiny blue bikini she just modelled, I take a look back into her Custom Girls profile. Upon closer inspection, I notice that the command letting me dictate her clothes has an awareness column for Partner, which seems new, or at least I never noticed it. Confused as to what this would mean, I think a little bit until I come to a realization. This command lets me tell her to wear anything. Does that include stuff that other people are already wearing? That could be where Partner's come in. It could also mean maybe other people would help change her? Although the command specifically says I can tell her what to wear, or dress her up myself, so that's probably not it. This needs to be tested.

As my Mom finishes changing back into her mini-skirt and jacket, I spot a prime target. A young brown-haired woman in a simple shirt and yoga pants is browsing some of the jackets nearby, and hasn't seemed to notice us. She's a little smaller than Mom, but she fills out the tight fitting pants quite well. Setting _Partner _awareness to on, I turn to Mom to tell her the plan.

"Hey Mom, you see that woman? Those are nice yoga pants she's wearing. Take off your socks and skirt and put them on." Hopefully, this leap of logic works out. It seems to take Mom a second to process the command, but she just smiles at me.

"Sure Dave." She starts strutting on over to the oblivious target, and I decide to stay close by and watch. As Mom approaches from behind, the stranger is shocked as hands begin to tug down on her waistband.

"Ah! What's wrong with you!" She shouts at Mom. Ok this isn't going great so far.

"Sorry, I just need to put on your pants." Ignoring the stranger's reaction, she attempts to once again pull her pants down before being shoved away. The stranger is now furious, but thankfully Mom clarifies the situation before it can escalate.

"Relax! I just need to fix my outfit!" Mom does her best to clarify the situation, and I try to stop myself from laughing as I watch.

"Is this your idea of some kind of joke!?" Ready to call security, or worse, on us, Mom thankfully salvages the situation.

"No! My son told me I needed them." Suddenly, the fury on the woman's face turns to utter confusion. Her eyes flash open in surprise, narrow on Mom, flash open again, and her mouth hangs open like she wants to shout as us but can't find the power to. Finally, after being almost frozen for half a second, the stranger utters a word.

"Ok.....?" Standing there in shock, she clamps her hands over her mouth and looks at us with wild eyes. Mom takes this as the invitation she needed, and approaches the stunned woman.

"Please, go away, I don't want this. Ah!" As the yoga pants are peeled down her legs, her white panties are revealed as she stammers out protests at Mom. Mom undresses her as she stands in shock, bending slowly down at the waist to reach her feet, revealing her pussy from under her skirt in the process. Once the pants are bunched around her ankles, the embarrassed woman finds herself stepping out of them, letting Mom pick up the garment. Quickly stripping off her socks and skirt, Mom slides the pants on in front of her "partner."

"So, how does it look?" It looks kinda ridiculous to be honest. I underestimated the size difference between the two of them. The fabric is stretched to near oblivion, the edges digging deep into her flesh. Only covering the lower part of her ass, her crotch and top of her cheeks openly visible. Giving her a look over, I turn my attention to the unwilling donor who is now running off to find something to cover herself, ass wiggling in only her panties before she turns a corner and hides.

"Hmm...." I stall, contemplating my verdict. "I don't think so, just give them back to her, wherever she is." Mom proceeds to peel of the yoga pants and slip into her old clothes, giving me a few free spanks as she bends over. With her outfit restored and her collection of clothes gathered, we set out to find that woman. Turning a few corners, we come to the changing rooms where an employee is carrying some simple yoga pants to a stall door that's cracked open. Noticing us, the employee winces before noticing the pants Mom holds, and snatches them away quickly. Guess she's already been filled in on the situation.

Turning around to the front door, I look back to see that employee staring at us. Not that I blame her, Mom is quite an eyeful. Giving my Mom a spank, she quickly turns her gaze and pretends to not notice us. The encounter with the cashier was awkward but brief, or at least awkward for the cashier, and Mom and I take off into the mall with her new wardrobe. For fun, I decide to turn all Mom's awareness setting to off, except for Partner on her Outfit command. I'm sure I'll have a lot of fun with that one.