Yes, you are here to try something new!

You decide that you should at least try them on, doesn’t mean that you have to buy them or wear them outside of this shop.

So, when Justin returns, you happen to be stepping out in that pair of short, tight-fitting pants that cut off just below your round ass. Seeing yourself in hotpants feels strange, you never would’ve tried them on before if Justin didn't pick them. They’re snug, yes, but the stretchy fabric clings perfectly to your skin, hiding little.

“Fuck…” Justin mutters under his breath when he sees you. You don’t notice, but he subtly adjusts his strangely bulging crotch in his own tightly fitted pants.

“They fit perfectly, right?” Jamal jumps in, grinning. “You look smoking hot in those. What do you think, Just?”

“Y… yeah… they really do fit you well…” Justin stammers, looking at the ground, clearly uncomfortable being put on the spot.

“Man, I don’t know if I could wear something like this outside,” you admit, brushing your hand over your ass to feel how tightly the fabric clings to your skin. “Yeah, they’re comfortable, but I feel almost naked in them.”

“But wasn’t the whole point of this to stop hiding your body? To feel more secure in your own skin?” Jamal encourages, though part of him can’t help picturing you strutting in front of the BSA homies in those hotpants. Showing of all the white thick booty you got, makeing them jelous that Jamal is surely going to be the one to break that white boypussy in.

“Come on, let’s get these ones and try the rest Justin brought. You’ll regret it if you don’t.” His tone is supportive, though his eyes remain fixed on your thick, pale curves.

“Hm… okay, yeah, you’re right. Thanks for the encouragement. I won’t have to wear them every day, so it should be fine.”

You slip back into the cabin, peeling off the pants and grabbing the next pair.

Outside, Justin hovers near Jamal, who lounges on the bench. Jamal gives him a sidelong smirk. “Don’t be jealous, Just. Your ass is just as good as his.” He places one big hand firmly on Justin’s left cheek and squeezes, the thick flesh spilling slightly around his dark fingers. “His is just even thicker than yours,” Jamal adds with a cocky grin. “Trent even told me he’d tap that.” He squeezes again, harder this time.

Justin says nothing though he lets out a small moan, but Trent’s instructions echo clearly in his mind, both from their last conversation and from the messages still sitting on his brand-new, phone. He reminds himself: he’s here to help with the shopping. And to pay the bill or face an even smaller chastity cage if he disagrees or Jamal tells Trent that he isn’t happy with Justins service.

Trent even promised Jamal that hes going to get a blow job from Justin. The white guy is not thrilled by being **** to give a bj to Trents homies, but he was always curious as to how big Jamals cock actually is. So, at least he finally gets a chance to get an answer to that question. But it's still extremely humiliating being treated like hes Trents property to lend out to his homies and to give sexual favors.

But Justin couldn’t do anything against this deal, the cage hes wearing already is incredibly small and the next stage would probably be a nub or flat cage and he doesn’t want his dick inside of one of these demonic contraptions. Also he knows that if he disobeys Trents commands, Sarah will give him even less attention then she already does. He still can feel the warm press of her lips against his cheek from yesterdays surprise kiss. At least that helped him get trough having her passionatly make out with Trent a few minutes later in front of everyone and still with her hand in his.

Even thinking about this moment now makes his locked white dick strain in its small cage. He hopes that he is not ruining another pair of his underware from being so thoroughly dominated today by Jamal.

Jamal quickly takes his hand off Justin’s ass as you step back out of the stall wearing another pair of fitting jeans. This time, they’re light blue with rips along the legs. They hug you perfectly, though you’re not sure you could really see yourself wearing them outside the shop.

“Wow, the color looks incredible on you. Come on, turn around for us,” Jamal says. You obey his command, spinning around.

“Yeah, these are incredible. The color really makes your curves pop.” He gestures to the walkway. “Can you walk for a second? I wanna see how it looks.”

Again, you follow his instruction, pacing from one end of the fitting area to the other. Jamal’s eyes follow your every movement, lingering on the way your thick white boy ass jiggles with each step. It takes effort for him to restrain himself.

“Yeah, we definitely need to get those. People won’t be able to look away from you if you wear them,” he says with a wide grin. Your earlier doubts vanish instantly.

You slip back into the booth and keep working through the rest of the pants Justin brought. The soft rustling of fabric mixes with Jamal’s occasional approving hum outside. Every time you step out in a new pair, the pants fit like they were made for you, hugging every curve of your white bubble butt. Jamal’s dark eyes gleam with approval each time.

After you’ve tried on every pair, the three of you decide on the best ones and make your way to the register.

At the counter, you place the chosen pants on the table. The cashier, a friendly young white woman about your age, begins scanning them. You’ve decided on two pairs of jeans, the hotpants, and a couple others. All fit you like a glove and excentuate your thick bottom, but still feel nice around your skin.

“A bit of a style change, sir?” she asks Jamal as he stands in front of you.

“Nah, those aren’t for me. Don’t got quite a cake like that.” He laughs and points toward you with a grin. “They’re for my little friend here, just got here from Europe and wants a change-up.”

She looks at you with a quick flustered smile. “Ah, pardon me.” She resumes scanning the items.

When she finishes, the total flashes: over $300. She glances at you expectantly. “Will that be cash or card?”

Panic flutters in your chest as you pat your pockets for your wallet. Before you can answer, Jamal steps in. “With card, please. This little guy will pay for everything.” He pats Justin on the head and fondles his blond hair, completely messing up the style that it had brfore.

Justin looks at Jamal with restraint in his eyes, but walks up to the register without protest, slides his card, and covers the full bill for all your clothes.

The cashier blinks, clearly a little confused by the arrangement. For some reason it happens a lot at the moment, that black guys come here with white people that pay for everything. But she quickly reminds herself that it’s none of her business. The woman bags everything neatly and sets the bag on the counter.

Instead of handing it to you, Jamal passes it straight to Justin, who accepts it without question. You look at the other guy in confusion, but him and Jamal start walking dowards the door, so you quickly follow them. The three of you walk out of the store together.

You fall into step beside Justin. “Thank you, man, that’s genuinely so kind of you to pay for all that stuff.” You give him a bright smile as he turns his head toward you.

“Oh, haha, yeah, no problem,” he replies, his tone a little nervous. “Trent told me it would be great for me to support a new member like this. And I’ve got the money, why shouldn’t I use it?”

“Yeah, I don’t know… I still think it’s a bit crazy, but if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, his mention of Trent echoing in your mind.

How close are the three of them, really? So many of Justin’s decisions seem influenced by Trent. And the way Justin keeps buying things for Trent, it still feels strange to you.

Maybe this is the right moment to ask about all of that and the specifics of their friendship.