"Can I help you find anything miss?"
Doubt it.
Jen couldn't help but let that thought form into existence before turning towards the voice. Despite there being plenty of staff on-hand, every single one of them was a bimbo. They were useless at helping her find her way around, having not realized just how massive 'The Bimbo's Kiss' really was. Aisles upon aisles of clothing, perfume counters, jewelry, purses, makeup? She hadn't yet braved the massive shoe section but the sprawling floor plan looked like if you could imagine it you could find it... so long as you were okay with everything being just a little bit bimbo.
Or a lot of it, there was an entire second floor featuring god knows what but she had spied two giggling blondes in matching pink sweaters, tiny skirts, and absurd ballet fetish heels braving the escalator holding several articles of fabric one could generously call "outfits". If you're going to be hiring you might as well have employees who match your clientele, but considering the villain in question who was missing, she was struggling to figure out who could be a victim and who was just a bimbo.
It didn't help that the strawberry scented air was definitely doing something funny to the rest of her senses, but that wasn't the main offender. No, that had to do with the fact that every single person she had run into was clearly a Rapid Rivers native; which meant they were either completely oblivious or acclimated to the absurdity of this store.
The mom and daughter combo over in a fancy gown section? Picking out something nice for homecoming while blissfully unaware of the stripper currently trying to stuff her oversized balloons into what could be a Jessica Rabbit dress if it wasn't as sheer as it was sparkly. Actually, unaware was the wrong word, the mom had noticed the bimbo struggling and helped zip her up before going back to find something for her teenager.
Over in another aisle two girls were busy getting an employee to help them take photos of themselves while they matched various tops and bottoms while not one aisle over a goth girl was busy pounding her pussy with the largest dildo Jen had ever seen.
The longer she stayed the worse it was getting too. She could have sworn the woman in the blue dress who she first saw in a make-up chair waiting for a staff member wasn't anywhere near as curvy as she was now, eyeshadow and lipstick applied heavily as heels clicking away back towards the mall. Two employees were trying to hide while they played on their phones, absorbed with tapping away at something that made a buzzing sound get louder and making their squeals reveal their locations. Two other bimbos hadn't even bothered with staying dressed, large piles of discarded clothes surrounding them as they engaged in blissfully eating each other out while an employee filmed them.
Wait, were those the girls from before
? She had moved quickly away from that part of the store, having already circled through it once but also because the blush that was forming had less to do with the audacity of those bimbos and more her own imaginings. Like all the other girls that got turned into Dolls, her memories of B-Day were scattered in her mind, but some of those fragments would show up in her dreams. Jen wasn't a virgin, although she did dump the boy that took her first time when she found out her parents had set it up (and chucked him a few thousand feet into the ocean, but he was another super so it was fine), but she hadn't ever really been attracted to women before and...
A hidden part of Jen knew that bit wasn't really true. She had a lot of unpacking and introspection to do but there were more than one events in her past that when she goes over with a new perspective she'll probably be embarrassed. There was definitely one thought hiding out in her subconscious regarding Chloe that she was very much avoiding and instead throwing herself into finding Bimbette.
If only every bimbo she came across wasn't using their singular braincell to think about sex. Not one of the staff members or customers were able to help her pinpoint where Brandon Denvers could have stashed her away. None of them watched the news either because the wannabe-villain's face had made its rounds through the national media and Channel 7 was still running stories on him.
Which was why her expectations were non-existent when she turned to be face to face with the new voice tinged with all the fake enthusiasm a customer service rep could muster. Face to tits was a more accurate definition for what she had turned towards however, having made the mistake of being tall and used to looking down. Jen had seen more than her fair share of bimbo boobs since living in the city and she should stop being surprised by large chests, but even by Rapid Rivers standards the jiggling mounds currently drawing all of her attention were massive. The latex facsimile of a professional blouse was probably helping, the corseted waist was skinnier than should be possible but very durable half-cups were pushing up a valley of cleavage so big it would be a national landmark in smaller countries.
"Umm...."
"Well I don't know about cum. I don't think there's any men in the store at the moment." The sea of flesh vibrated as its owner giggled at her own little joke. Even that small movement should have threatened to cause a wardrobe malfunction, but the pink latex held valiantly in the name of some small modesty. "However, as the owner of this fine establishment I pride myself on knowing our entire inventory. I'm sure I can help you find what you're looking for."
"Oh, huh." Jen shouldn't be surprised that she was talking to the owner, a little name tag saying so and her name, Lucy, was in her field of vision. She manages to tear her eyes away from the chesty display and look into the face of who was speaking with her. Trademark pink bimbo lips plushed up to obscene levels, the woman's long brown hair was styled in a somewhat out-of-date up do, and beneath the heavy make-up were sharp brown eyes, bright with intelligence as she smiled expectantly at Jennifer.
Well, this is different...
"Yes... I was hoping you might be able to answer a few questions for me. I work with the local superhero organization and we're currently looking for a rogue villain on the loose; Bimbette. Based on your uhh... clientele we're obviously curious if you've noticed anything unusual?"
Besides an entire department store of bimbos. Although-
