Tight and Revealing

With his customer fully satisfied, James was left alone briefly. The bouncer came back into the room and, after ogling James' giant fake tits for a moment, informed him he was free to get dressed and leave.

James put on his boxers and jeans, which somehow felt uncomfortably loose on him, but there was no way he was getting his T shirt on over his boobs. He was going to have to leave the establishment topless and find a clothes shop quickly. As he headed out onto the street James inevitably received a ton of stares from passers by as well as wolf whistles from men. He silently cursed whoever it was that was entertaining themselves by doing all of this to him. He also cursed how loose his clothes still felt. He felt the need to wear something tight, but also quite revealing. Luckily, there was a clothes shop.

"Um, can I help you sir, um, madam?" the nervous salesgirl greeted James, trying to pretend she hadn't noticed his giant bare breasts.

"I'd like the tightest, most revealing dress you can find me" James found himself asking, though he had no idea why he wanted that.

"Certainly, I think I have something!"

The girl returned with an all in one lycra low cut top and mini dress and ushered him into a changing booth. He quickly realised if he was going to get into this he could wear nothing else. He slipped off his boxers, climbed into the dress, zipped himself up and looked in the mirror.

James couldn't believe what he was wearing. The dress barely covered his giant boobs and pushed them together to create an incredible amount of cleavage. His nipples could be made out through the material. The skirt meanwhile was just about long enough to cover his dick, but if he crouched down for any reason it would immediately become visible.

James knew the walk home would be humiliating. But he hoped he could get there before another comment was made. That way maybe he could get Rebecca's story taken offline and put an end to this.