Shopping 1

Matthew and Sherrie had the idyllic breakfast she’d promised him. She’d made both of them scrambled eggs, then after she was done eating went under the table and unzipped his pants. After collecting her extra dose of protein, she took a quick shower and changed into some sweatpants and her loosest shirt. Given her propensity towards fitted clothes before her growth it was still skintight after the curves they needed to cover had tripled in size. But on the bright side, the warmth of the late spring day meant that it was slightly less obvious that Sherrie wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d eagerly let him know when he mentioned it that she didn’t have any panties that fit either.

They took the subway downtown. It was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday, but they’d both gotten up early. He would usually sleep in three or four hours later than he had today, but today he’d woken up earlier and felt half as tired. So they got onto an empty subway and arrived at the downtown shopping district.

It was busier here. Still not crowded, but reasonably busy for early Saturday morning. She seemed a bit disoriented as they walked onto the plaza, so he took her hand and led her into the first store he saw.

Singh’s was large for the city’s rental prices, boasting three stories of womenswear. Her disorientation at the people outside faded as the doors closed, turning to worry as she looked around. “Matthew? Are you sure about this place?”

He looked down at her, not entirely sure what the problem was. “Were you looking for a different kind of style?”

“No, all this stuff is great. It’s just a bit… out of my price range? I work at a gym, and I was barely making rent before it shut down for who-knows-how-long.”

“How bad are we talking?” He looked at the price tag on a blue sundress with white dots at a display near the entrance. Oh. He put back the dress. “I see what you mean. Most of my salary goes into my savings, so I can pay for some of this. I’ll pay for, maybe a thousand dollars worth here, and then we can find a cheaper store that’s more in your price range?”

“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly.

“It’s fine. The only things I usually splurge on are going out to eat on the weekends.” He assured her.

“Like Santiago’s?”

“Yeah, they’re one of my favorites.”

As the two of them were talking at the entrance, an employee came to check on them. She was slightly younger than them, with fair skin and brown hair. Mathew noticed the woman eyeing Sherrie and her tight-fitting shirt at first, seeming annoyed at the difference between the style in Singh’s and the gym clothes Sherrie was wearing. She put that aside to do her job, asking in a clearly rehearsed customer service voice. “Hi, welcome to Singh’s! My name is Mel, how can I help you today?”

Sherrie still looked uncomfortable at some of the prices there, so he ended up taking over. “My girlfriend is visiting from out of town this weekend, and we realized this morning that she forgot to pack a few things. She’s borrowing my sister’s clothes for now, but I wanted to take her shopping for a few things her own size.”

It seemed like his lie about it being his sister’s clothes she was squeezing into made the employee gain a bit more respect for Sherrie. “Is there anything you were looking to start with?”

He looked at his girlfriend, then quietly asked, “Maybe we could start with underclothes?”

“Sure, you two can take the escalator up to the third floor.”

The two of them followed her instructions, finding the escalator on the left side of the shop and taking it up to the top floor. As they rode next to each other, Sherrie looked down at where Mel was going back to the cash register. “What do you think of her?”

“The employee?”

Sherrie nodded.

“I didn’t like the way she looked at you. She seemed kind of rude.”

“That could be fixed.” The redhead murmured.

“What was that?”

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

Matthew frowned. “I try not to think about that while someone’s working.”

“What about Mia, the waitress you mentioned?”

“Right, I’m still sorry about that.”

She gave him a look. “Babe, you know I don’t care. I think it’s cute. What I meant was more, you said you like Mia but you try not to think about staff like that?”

Matthew realized what she was asking. “Mia’s different. I know her family pretty well, and she goes to me for help sometimes with her econ homework.”

As he gave the explanation, they reached the third floor. Different underclothes like bras, underwear, camisoles, and lingerie were neatly arranged in different sections. Sherrie took the lead, finding a grapefruit colored bra she liked and grabbing a version of it in eight different sizes before heading to the dressing room.

After a few minutes of waiting outside, she called him over. “What do you think?” Sherrie asked, before opening the door.

She looked amazing. Her bottom half was covered in the same sweatpants as before, but she’d taken off the ill-fitting top. She was wearing one of the bras he’d seen her take in. It pressed her breasts together nicely, creating a valley of cleavage that made his member stir slightly. With just the bra on, he was able to see the tone and definition of her abs that had lingered even through her transformation. The grapefruit color went well with her hair, and she seemed confident in it.

“You look good.” He offered.

“Just good?” She said, pretending to be disappointed.

“You look fantastic, Sherrie.”

She beamed at him, kissing him on the cheek. “Great. Would you mind getting this size in a few more colors and taking them to the register? After you’ve paid for them and come back, I think I might try to figure out my new panty size and then maybe a few date night outfits before we need to find a cheaper store?”

“I’ll be back up as soon as I can.” He promised.

***

They’d gotten her underwear, and she’d filled the rest of the budget he set with a few fancier date outfits that she’d picked out. She’d checked with him three more times to confirm that she was actually able to spend up to the limit, which he confirmed was fine as long as they weren’t regularly doing this. After checking out at the register with Mel they took the subway back home to drop off their bags before taking another subway to the edge of town, where Sherrie had wanted to buy the rest of her new wardrobe.

“Bullseye?” Mathew asked. He hadn’t been sure where they were going, but the department store hadn’t been his first guess. The logo of the blue crosshatch with the white bulldog sitting on it was above the entryway as Sherrie led him in.

“It’s not fancy, but it’s cheaper than Singh’s and nicer than Malmart,” She said. “Assuming they haven’t reorganized again, the women’s section should be this way.” She led him over to that part of the store. She gravitated towards the athleisure area, grabbing tank tops and leggings off the racks around her.

“I’m mostly trying to see how much higher up I need to go. I shredded my pants when I changed so I’m definitely not the same size. Would you mind asking an employee for a key to one of the changing rooms?”

He nodded, going off to find someone to let them in. It took longer than he’d expected, the store barely staffed and not trained to give the same level of attention as at Singh’s. But he eventually found a college-aged employee in the produce section that had a key. The young man showed Sherrie in, then hurried back to the apples he’d been arranging.

After he left, Sherrie immediately opened the door to let Matthew in. She gave him a peck on the cheek before turning to the clothes she’d brought in with her. “I was a small in both the pants and tops for this brand, so I grabbed all three sizes larger. Hopefully we can make this quick so I can order the rest online, I’m getting rather hungry.”

I’m not sure why she brought me in here. “There’s a Burger Queen across the street, if you want to get lunch after this.”

“That sounds nice, Babe, but I’m not talking about that kind of hunger.” She kicked off the sweatpants she’d come in with. Before reaching for the medium sized pants she bent over, taking a step back to rub her butt on his crotch. She pulled back once she felt him swell. “I cannot wait until we get back to the apartment.”

“Sherrie, are you sure that we can do this now? What if someone hears us?”

“I don’t care.” She squeezed on the yoga pants, feeling them be pushed to the limits by her new ass and thighs, but not ripping like her old ones. She donned the top, which was the same color as her new grapefruit colored bra they’d bought. “Thankfully I only went one size up.” Turning back to him she put two fingers to where she’d pressed her butt a moment ago, circling the bulge. “May I?”

“I…” I wish I could say yes. “Sherrie, if we get caught then…”

“Please, Mast- Baby. Mathew, I don’t care if we get caught. Maybe if we’re lucky they’ll want to join in, and learn to live for you like I do.”

That thought did it for him, driving him to abandon the last of his concerns. He watched her eyes follow his hands as he undid his belt in front of her, her mouth open in hunger as he undid the button of his jeans and slowly undid the zipper. As his cock sprang forth Sherrie fell to her knees, bringing herself close and taking in his musk. “You smell heavenly, Baby.” she whispered before engulfing him with her mouth.

He had nothing to worry about from Sherrie about being heard. She was nearly silent as she concentrated on him, maintaining the tight suction with her lips as she licked his tip and every vein. She was focused on his pleasure and her hunger, **** to please him and collect his load.

The risk of being too loud came from him. He needed to brace himself under her enthusiasm and strength, grabbing the bar on the wall steady himself. His gasps and moans only seemed to embolden her further as she went down on him.

“I’m getting close.” he warned her. Her suction only tightened, one hand going to his left thigh and the other cupping his ass.

He gasped. With one stroke of her tongue after another she brought him to release, flooding her mouth as she eagerly sucked down every drop.

Happy to be filled, she sat back. One more errant rope shot out without warning, painting her face. She shivered as she felt it on her, soaking into her skin.

“I’m sorry.” He tried to apologize.

But she didn’t need it. “Baby, thank you. You had so much for me.” She started up at him with admiration and pride, collecting bits of his sperm with her fingers to suck on. “You said you wanted to get lunch?”

***

They’d gotten burgers after that. Then they’d taken the subway back home with a few bags of clothes and other purchases they’d gotten for the apartment. Most of the afternoon was spent relaxing after how steamy their morning had been. Sherrie had brought over from her apartment down the hall a game she and Tea would play sometimes called Six Crowns. It was surprisingly complicated, and between the length and difficulty of the games they ended up devoting many hours to the card game, until it was getting to be late and past time for dinner.

“I’ll order something from Santiago’s, they should still be open.” Matthew volunteered. “Do you want a burrito, quesadilla, or some tacos?”

“Just get a second of whatever you’re having.” Sherrie answered. “I can go pick it up, it’d be cool to see what the place looks like.”

“Thanks, I’d appreciate that. Say hello to Mia for me.”