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“I’ll wear that one. Can’t go walking around showing of those erections you both have.”

“Good idea!” They pull on the shirts that hang off their breasts and past their knees.

“Well, close enough,” you point out a little tent near their crotches as you pull up your yoga pants. The top can’t cover your belly, but not much would at this point.

“You’re good with that?” Jane asks. “You look like a soccer mom about to give birth!”

“Yeah, it’s just right out to the truck. We don’t even have to unload the cart since we aren’t going far.” You go grab your stuff and realize you don’t have pockets. “No pockets…where do girls put things in this?”

“In the waistband, or sometimes between our tits,” Jean tells you.

“Oh, alright,” you slip your phone into the rear of the waistband between your cheeks. You tuck your keys in the front.

“Not like that, usually,” Jane giggles. “You’re silly, but with a huge set of keys and that big phone-“

“-he’s fine he just had bigger things than that between his cheeks.” Jean gives you a reassuring pat on the rump as she passes you to open the door.

“Yeah, I’m completely comfortable with big things between my-“ you stop as a lady walking by gives you a look. “-well, you know.”

You push the cart to the freight elevator and head down to the truck. You use the lift gate to load the cart into the truck and head off.