Spandex, sparkles, and some very special collars

You wander through JuGlamor for a while, going where your instincts take you. The department names are enough to make your cock twitch: "Maidwear," "Back to Schoolgirl," "BDSM Delights," "The Sultan's Harem..." Each offers a unique kind of lingerie.

Not lingerie... Clothing, you think, grinning to yourself. No difference at all, for free use girls... God, I'm a lucky son of a bitch.

Once you and April walk past more of the sections, you notice that most have a dedicated employee stocking shelves or attending to customers. They're all female and all D-cup-plus, and their outfits are tailored to the part of the store they manage. As you make your way through "Tropical Getaway," you take a moment to grope the skirt- and bikini-clad girl who's unloading a basket of colorful leis.

"Ah--W-welcome to Tropical Getaway, Sir," she stammers as you slide a hand up her thigh, moving aside the flimsy faux-palm-frond skirt. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Not right now, thanks," you reply, even as your erection prods her bare ass. "Nice stuff, but a little gimmicky for my girls."

She glances over at April, who's browsing a rack of underwear while she waits patiently. "Hmm... I can see that you prefer an... Artificial look," the employee observes. "A little bit of a bimbo fetish?"

"Maybe," you chuckle, bouncing one of her butt cheeks with your hand.

"Try 'Built to Please.' Just keep going down this aisle, then make a left and keep going. You can't miss it... It's a very pink department, and most of the items are tailored for exaggerated curves."

"Huh, sounds about right. Thanks for the tip," you say, pushing your own tip against her asshole. The girl braces herself against the shelves, ready for an intrusion... But a moment later you pull away, letting her skirt fall back into place.

"Oh... H-have a good day, Sir," she calls out as you and April leave her department. "Good luck!"

As it turns out, you have very good luck. "Built to Please" suits your needs perfectly; every piece of clothing in the department is designed to show off enhanced assets. You grab a basket and begin filling it with thongs, micro-skirts, tube tops, and indecently-short dresses of every description. The majority of the items are pink, shiny and/or covered in sparkles.

"I'm gonna look like a college slut," April comments, amusement in her voice. "At least it all fits! I didn't know they made bras this big... Not that you're buying too many of those."

"Why wear a bra when you can wear... Hmm... This?" You hold up a looped ribbon of pink synthetic material, about an inch wide. It's sparkly on the outside and grippy on the inside, designed to wrap around a huge set of tits and barely cover the nipples.

"Huh, I kinda like that," she says with a grin. "Simple, yet eye-catching. I wonder if the other April would want one?"

"If you like it, then so will she," you reply, throwing another one in the basket. "Besides, I like it when you match. Ah, speaking of..." You approach a set of shelves full of collars. Silk, plastic, leather, and even metal, marked with a large variety of words and symbols. "Let's see... How about these?"

You pull out two black synthetic collars with snaps at the back. The first reads "ONE" in big pink lettering, while the second is labelled "TWO." They're part of a set of ten, probably intended to denote hierarchy in a harem... But you'll only need a pair of them.

"Huh... I'm not too sure about wearing a collar, but if it makes you hard--"

"That's not the reason, for once," you reply with a grin. "Well, it IS kinda hot, but still. It's mostly just to keep you organized, and to give me and Mike an easier way to talk about you."

"Gotcha." She takes another look at the collars. "Can I be 'One?'"

"Sure... For today." You wrap it around her throat and fasten it, brushing her platinum-blonde hair out of the way. "Don't let it get to your head, though. You and Two are equals... And you might be Two tomorrow."

"Point taken," she says, touching the side of the collar. "Jeez, this feels... I dunno, different somehow. It's always been my job to take care of Mike... And his friends, too, but--"

"But you weren't property before," you finish for her. "Now you belong to me--Well, Mike too, but I'm calling the shots. You sure you're okay with that?"

The question seems to confuse her more than anything. "Um, it's clearly what you want, so it needs to happen! That's what I'm for." She glances at the "TWO" collar. "I'm just glad there's more than one of me, so I can fulfill your every desire and take care of my son at the same time."

"That's just the right attitude," you reply, reaching out to lead her by the pumped-up ass once again. You make your way towards the checkout, your personal bimbo in tow.