All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
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Part 3
Chapter 4: Makeover
After she got home, Elise called her granddaughter.
"Hi grandma, what's up?" Cindy answered cheerfully.
They talked a few times a week so she wasn't surprised at her grandmother's call.
"Hey, honey," she said. "Are you busy today?"
"Nah, not really," she said, sounding bored and curious. "What's up?"
"I wanna shop for a new wardrobe and get my hair done and I need a wingman," she said hopefully.
Cindy was flabbergasted. It had been years since her grandmother had a makeover, if ever. She needed it drastically. She couldn't remember ever seeing her look anything but frumpy and dowdy. She knew her grandma hated her big boobs and the dumpy, baggy clothes she wore to conceal them made her look fat. She wasn't fat. She was thick but not fat.
She also knew she'd get some clothes for herself in the bargain which made her even more excited.
"Hell yeah," she said excitedly. "When?"
"I can pick you up in half an hour. Is that too soon?" Elise asked.
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Elise watched her beautiful granddaughter step out of the house and trot eagerly to her car, blonde ponytail swaying and bouncing behind her.
She looked almost exactly like Elise at that age, but with slightly smaller breasts. She was small, slender and high breasted, with a tiny waist, wide hips and a lovely smile. She wore a snug-fitting blue tank top, a pair of tiny white shorts that showed off her long tanned legs, and little white Vans sneakers. She was the very picture of youth, beauty and vitality.
Once she slid into the passenger seat and snapped on her seatbelt, she turned to her grandma.
"Spill it, grandma," she said eagerly. "What's this all about?"
Elise put the car in drive and glanced briefly at her granddaughter before fixing her eyes on the road. She drove to the mall next to the strip, where all the high-end clothing stores were. She had the money and she wanted only the best.
"What's WHAT all about?" she asked dismissively.
"C'mon grandma, you haven't changed your wardrobe or your hair since before I was born," Cindy said. "There's got to be a reason. Spill it."
Elise refused to look at her and kept her eyes on the road.
"No reason," she said. "I just think it's time for a change, that's all."
Cindy looked at her suspiciously for a few beats and then shrugged, faced forward and started chattering about clothes and purses and shoes. Her voice droned on in Elise's ears but her mind was elsewhere... she pictured Javi's hard tanned body, lean and knotted with muscle standing over her in the shower then kneeling behind her on the bed. She could almost feel his long thick cock inside her.
She squirmed in her seat, shook he head and reached over to pinch her arm. Focus! Focus on the road and focus on Cindy's words. She was prattling on about dresses when Elise interrupted her.
"Oh, I'd like to get some new bras and underwear too," she said. "It's time to change things up."
Cindy stared at her grandma, quiet for the first time in 15 minutes. Now she knew for sure something was up.
Grandma had a man. She pictured her grandma holding hands with an old gray-haired guy.
She'd get it out of her somehow. She'd have to be sneaky and bide her time... or not. Either way, as long as her grandma was happy, it was all good with her. That old buy better be good to her.
They spent the day going from store to store and Cindy's curiosity grew with every purchase. Who was this freaking guy?
Her grandma spent thousands of dollars on dozens of new outfits, from work clothes to formal things to everyday wear. She bought shoes, purses, accessories of all kinds and anything else appropriate for each new outfit.
Cindy and the store clerks were eager to help her. They'd pick out things they thought she might like and discarded them if she didn't.
Most of what she liked wasn't made for women with breasts of her... exotically large dimensions. She paid exorbitant amounts for the in-house seamstress at each store to tailor the garments to her measurements. She spared no expense. She offered the seamstresses a huge tip if they had them ready before the end of the day, which they each did.
She tried everything on, which amazed Cindy. She'd gotten used to her grandma's reticence when it came to drawing attention to her boobs and became even more convinced there was a man in her life when she picked things that enhanced rather than concealed them. She was amazed at some of the clothes she bought, they were downright scandalous.
Way to go grandma!
She loved her grandma's boobs and was glad she was finally showing them off. They were enormous, full and heavy and drooped down to her small soft belly. She used to call them grandma's pillows and would plump them up and sleep on them when she got tired.
They were big, soft and heavy and at the age she was now, could freely admit they were sexy as hell. She wished she had boobs like her grandma's.
Cindy couldn't understand why she insisted on concealing them and was glad she'd finally come to her senses.
They visited several lingerie boutiques and purchased all kinds of underwear, both everyday wear and sexy lingerie. No more granny panties. Again, Cindy was amazed at her purchases. Most of the underwear WAS downright scandalous... and sexy as hell.
Towards the end of the shopping day, the two of them went to a boutique that specialized in tailor-making bras for big busted women. They measured Elise and she paid a fortune to have a dozen made, again some for everyday wear and others sexy and lacy, meant to entice and arouse.
She commissioned sexy and lacy bralettes, designed without wires or molded cups. They didn't offer much support but would make her look and feel sexy.
Underwire bras with thin wire sewn into the fabric beneath each cup, giving her support and lift.
Full coverage and full figure bras which covered most of her breasts and didn't allow anything to slip out, they had underwire under the cups, giving her a lift too.
She even commissioned several demi-cup bras that would cover about half of each enormous breast. Each low-cut cup had its edges lined with seams that flattered her shape.
She paid yet another fortune to rush the order which she'd pick up at the end of the week.
Whoever this old guy was, he was definitely a positive influence on her grandma. Cindy decided she liked him already, her grandma had been alone for too long.
She pictured a heavyset old man with a big bushy salt and pepper mustache. She hoped he treated her right, especially with everything she'd done to please him.
After a long exhausting day, loaded down with boxes and bags of all sizes, they filled the trunk and the back seat nearly to bursting and plopped down in the car. They were tired and hungry but her grandma was adamant about getting her hair done.
Cindy called the hairdresser she normally used and tried to make an appointment but nothing was available until first thing the next day.
They booked the appointment and Elise treated her granddaughter to dinner.
Her grandma had successfully dodged her constant probing questions. She was unyielding and kept telling her she'd done it for herself and Cindy should be grateful for the shower of clothes and goodies she'd gotten out of the arrangement.
Cindy WAS grateful. Her grandma had bought her four new stylish and expensive outfits, along with a new purse and two pairs of shoes.
Cindy wondered why her grandma picked a sports bar for dinner. She'd asked the pretty blonde hostess if they could sit in a corner booth, out of the beaten path.
They sat and talked for a few minutes until their bubbly waitress suddenly appeared in front of them.
She looked at her grandma, obviously recognizing her.
"Hi again," she said, looking around. "Where's your friend?"
Cindy looked at her grandma curiously.
"It's just the two of us tonight, Beth," Elise said, smiling and trying to convey a message with her eyes.
Beth got the message and smiled back.
"Right. What can I get you ladies to drink?" she asked quickly.
Obviously the white-haired old lady didn't want the blonde to know about the hot dark-haired guy with the huge shoulders.
They chatted and ate. At one point, Cindy got up to use the restroom and cornered their waitress out of her grandma's line of sight. She was out of luck though because the girl wouldn't talk.
Beth stayed quiet. She didn't want to mess up whatever thing the old lady had going on with that hot guy. She clearly remembered the chemistry between them. They'd looked as if they were ready to pounce on each other. She remembered how hot she'd gotten at the thought of the two of them going at it.
The white-haired old lady also gave her a $50 tip that night and she didn't want to mess up the chance at another big tip.
When they finished their dinner and stood to leave, Beth noticed the old woman wasn't wearing the same style of clothes she'd worn the week before. This night, she wore jeans and a snug and stylish blue blouse that matched the color of her blue eyes and revealed the fact she had enormous boobs. Last week she thought the old lady had a big belly but now realized the jacket she'd worn had concealed a pair of enormous full and heavy breasts.
Her eyes dropped to the swaying monsters as the old woman walked towards her and went to shake her hand.
"Thank you so much for taking care of us, Beth," she said with a smile and a conspiratorial wink, sneaking a bill into her hand as she shook it. "I'll see you next time."
Beth eyebrows rose in surprise as she glanced at bill in her hand before hurriedly slipping it in a pocket. She was glad she hadn't blabbed to the old lady's granddaughter.
