Game Stop

“You've got to be kidding me” Renee said sitting on a toilet in a bathroom stall looking inside her purse. Currently missing her phone, keys, and wallet. With a note simply saying “Game Stop. Ask Manager for phone.”

“Fucking assholes” she mumbled.

“You ok in there Renee?” Emma's voice came from the restroom door.

“Not really but… ugh” she grunted, stepping out of the stall. Her eyes landing on the paper towel dispenser.

…

“Cute skirt you make it yourself” a guy yelled out as Renee walked past. Her bottom half wrapped in a thick layer of paper towels. The outline of her crack still visible through the thin fragile material.

“God this is humiliating” Renee said desperately holding the makeshift skirt together while pressing her purse against her crotch.

“There it is” Mark said, pointing to the store filled with games, consoles, memorabilia, and worst of all nerds. At least from Renee's perspective.

Taking a deep breath Renee said “let's get this over with” before walking in.

All the guys inside paused at the sight of the oddly, but sexy, dress girl. As she walked up to the cash register and asked “you the manager?”

The middle aged balding man said “yeah why?”

“I was told you had my phone?” Renee asked.

“Oh you're the redhead they were talking about” he said giving her an appreciative glance.

“They? Who?” Renee asked.

“Two girls. A blonde and a brunette” the man said casually.

“You wouldn't have caught their names would you?” Renee wondered, hoping to get some evidence of who stole her stuff. And through that stop the people causing her never ending nightmare.

However the man simply shook his head.

“Figures” Renee said, noting down the security camera thinking of bringing it up to Walker. “Well can I have my phone back please?”

“Sure after the payment” the man said.

“Payment?”

“They said you'd flash and bounce your tits for holding your phone for you” he said with a perverted smile.

“Well they lied,” Renee said firmly.

“Hmm guess you're not the girl they were talking about” he said reaching for his phone.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Calling security,” he answered.

“Wha why?”

“To report a girl walking around in inappropriate clothing in my store”

“Fine fine! Stop I'll do it” Renee begged. Last thing she needed was being either chased out or arrested and held in the state she's in.

“Are you sure Renee?” Mark asked with a worried expression.

Renee sighed and said “thanks for the worry. Hold this for me bud” before handing him her purse.

Renee then pinched the hem of the pink tank top before pausing nervously, looking up to see the manager with a perverted smile, the security camera pointed right at her, and a bunch of nerdy gamers staring wide eyed at her.

“No way she's really gonna…” one whispered to his friend, amazed.

“You got this girl” Emma said, encouraging her.

Renee quickly threw up the top over her chest before throwing it back down. Everyone paused before the manager said “it was supposed to be thirty seconds not three.”

“Huh? You're lying aren't you!” Renee accused believing he just wanted to see more.

In truth he was lying, Tracy told him fifteen seconds, but he decided to push it. However he wasn’t going to admit that and just reached for his phone again to signal his intent.

“Fine ugh” she relented “Mark put a timer on your phone.”

“Uh ok” he said trying to hide a smile as he brought out his phone and instead of doing thirty he put in a full minute. “Ready” he said.

Renee sighed again and brought her hands back up. Only to hear the manager say “wait” she looked up with some hope. Maybe he’d let her off, or maybe just take her to his office so not so many people would see. “Don’t forget to bounce this time,” he said.

Renee stared daggers at him before firmly closing them as she lifted the shirt, her plump perky knockers falling into view once again. She then lifted herself on the balls of her feet, raising her heels off the ground before suddenly dropping them back down. The **** recoils up her soft body. Sending more than just her massive mammaries bouncing about. Her chunky thighs and big round butt did as well.

“Faster” the man ordered. Making Renee speed up the pace in which she bounced on her feet.

Her large bare breast started going in circles counter to each other. Mesmerizing all the boys watching, including Mark who was getting a close up video of the whole thing while the timer went down in the background of his phone.

Meanwhile Emma watched from the back and noticed something. A small tear formed on the girl's makeshift skirt. A mischievous smile appeared on her face when she decided to… help it along. She quickly pinched the edge of the tear and Renee’s movement did the rest. The paper ripped up the length and then fell from her hips. Now uncontained her fat cheeks started slapping together with every bounce. Renee heard it immediately, as did everyone else, however she decided to keep going, feeling like the thirty seconds should end soon. Not realizing that she wasn’t just flashing her tits now. All the boys in the store could see her lower lips and famous bush. While people outside the store stopped to watch the large bouncy back side through the glass wall and door.

She was right about the thirty seconds being nearly done as she lost her skirt and started clapping her cheeks around the twenty second mark. Ten seconds quickly went by yet Mark didn’t tell her to stop nor did an alarm ring, so she continued.

Bounce

Bounce

Bounce

Clap

Clap

Clap

“Damn look at those titties go”

“I die happy if I could just place my face between them right now”

“I’d prefer my dick but… same”

(Outside)

“Damn Renee’s shaking her fat ass”

“That girl has no shame, someone call security”

“Did she work out or was she born with an ass like that”

“I think working out just made what was already there even better”

“Lord, thank you for this blessing, may Renee fulfill her purpose” an older man from Renee’s church said with his hands in a praying position but his eyes locked on the Holy sight. He then took out his phone and started recording “need to send this to Father Max he’ll be glad she’s taking a more proactive role.”

*Beep beep beep beep* Mark’s phone rang out signaling the end of Renee’s bouncy time.

She instantly threw the shirt down and huffed in her head “that was the longest thirty seconds of my life.”

“My phone please” she said walking over to the counter still not realizing her paper skirt was gone.

“Alright” the man said with a happy grin, pulling out a familiar phone along with a note.

Once it landed in her hand Mark decided it was time to notify her of her missing wardrobe so she doesn’t get suspicious of him. “Um Renee your-your um…” he pretended to stutter.

She turned around and asked “my what?”

“Nice ass,” the manager said.

Renee froze and looked down.

“Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed her hands once again going to protect her precious clam. The many boys behind her happily took pictures of her untanned cheeks.

“Here Renee here” Emma said, rushing to Renee’s help by wrapping the fallen paper around her again.

Flustered Renee hugged it to her crotch and backside before waddling out of the store.

…

Finding a secluded corner the group looked at the page with the next clue.

[Purse hidden in clear play area. Good Luck!]

Renee immediately knew what the note was talking about. In the center of the mall was a large playground area, the whole thing was made of clear materials except for the floor. So no matter where a kid was a parent could keep their eye on them, for the most part. Today however it was closed for its weekly cleaning as smudges from small kids' little hands tend to build up quite quickly. Renee sighed in relief with the fact that the thing she wanted wasn’t locked behind some perverted idiot who could **** her into showing off her naked body. Plus she has Mark and now Emma on her side who could look around in the play area no problem.