The dress: Less leg, more cleavage. The girl: Weirded out, but intrigued.

Jamie returned Addie's expectant look - and by proxy the expectant looks of all her viewers - with a slightly shaky smile. Her face still burned, her cock still throbbed under her petticoat, and her mind raced with the possibilities what the sales girl would do. Or not do. If only Jamie wasn't so horny, then maybe she could think a bit better...

"A-Alright, I'll get changed," the futa stammered, stepping back into the changing booth. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Jamie leaned against the plywood wall, listening to the blonde hyping up her viewers on the other side of the curtain. What was Jamie even doing here? Why had she let Addie rope her into this little fashion show? It wasn't like Jamie was enjoying this or anything... A throbbing lurch from underneath her frilly dress reminded the futa that, indeed, she was enjoying this very much, if not for the usual reasons girls enjoyed this kind of thing. Pulling the thigh-length dress over her head, Jamie realized that her cock was already drooling a little, a minuscule stain left on the innermost layer of the petticoat. Good thing chat had voted to buy the garment, because Jamie would have had to buy it anyways.

Hanging the dress back on its hanger, Jamie couldn't help but marvel at her new tits a little in the full-length mirror. The sight of the soft, perky mounds didn't help her throbbing dick go down at all, but Jamie didn't mind. Not with those tits on her chest - they made the futa feel giddy with happiness and excitement. Raising her hands towards them, Jamie felt her nipples crinkle and harden in anticipation...

"How's it going, Jamie?" Addie called out to her friend from outside the booth. "Chat can't wait to see the next dress!"

Balling her hands into fists, Jamie sighed in frustration. She'd been so close too touching her breasts, her cock was already bobbing up and down with her heartbeat, but she had to model some more, had she? On the one hand, she didn't mind showing off her body a bit more, on the other hand, she really wanted to splooge all over the mirror, celebrate her plumped up boobies. The fact that jerking off inside a public changing booth was not exactly socially acceptable didn't even occur to the futa. Picking out one of the other dresses, Jamie pulled it over her head, the hem briefly catching on her iron hard rod before the futa fixed the garment, the fluffy petticoat once again hiding the needy bulge very well.

The new dress was a bit more muted in color, black, grey and purple giving it an air of midnight meetings and possibly vampires. It went down to Jamie's ankles, preventing another surprise exposure due to carelessness, but the chest made Jamie's blush deepen - the plunging neckline exposed an enormous amount of cleavage, the fabric almost exposing Jamie's tingling, rock hard nipples, reminding the futa that up until this morning, she would have struggled to fill out this dress in any capacity. Now, the lacy garment almost struggled to contain Jamie, the realization making her feel woozy as her heart raced with excitement.

When Jamie stepped outside, the three other women's reactions made it clear that Jamie wasn't alone in her assessment - Addie gasped, although it seemed a bit put on for the viewers, but the thumbs-up and the dropping jaw Jamie got from Monica and the sales girl were definitely sincere. Addie's chat, meanwhile, exploded with activity, donations and general rambunctiousness, all excitedly commented on by the blonde. And it wouldn't be the last time Jamie got that kind of reaction from them: Over the next two hours, Jamie modeled more than twenty dresses, skirts and fitting accessories for Addie's viewers, all votes as to whether Jamie should buy them unanimously positive, leaving the futa with an ever-growing wardrobe of lolita fashion. And it was a good thing the viewers seemed to think of the futa as their little dress-up doll - over the full two hours, Jamie's member remained achingly hard, drooling pre into almost every dress she tried on. Not buying them wasn't really an option after that.

"I know it's been fun, chat, but both our budget for this - shoutout to all you generous donators - and my phone battery are about to end," Addie finally said after Jamie had done a little twirl in her latest piece, a calf-length baby-blue dress with little wine-red bows that exposed most of her back safe for a criss-crossing net of ribbons, her sensitive glans rubbing against the fabric. "It's time for the big finale, though! After the vote for this one is through, we're taking a little break so I can charge my phone, and then... we'll get to the bathing suits!"