Lov#02

"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-

"Also, if you happen to have some shoes that would make very conservative parents balk, I've been looking for a pair."

Can't blame a girl for shopping on the job.

Lucy looked thoughtful for a moment, a strange expression on a bimbo, and Jen unconsciously let her gaze go slipping back to the wobbling flesh that seemed to never stop moving. Stopping herself, she returns her gaze to Lucy's mouth as she chews on a perfectly pink nail, the strawberry scent and charged nature of the air were starting to get to her.

"I can't say I've seen Bimbette... Although I won't lie that as the proprietor of a bimbo business, having someone out and about making more of them sounds like a good thing... for business obviously, not in general." Lucy pretended to be thinking again, this new information helping her answer some of her own questions. "And the Ladies of Victory taking notice of my little store? I'm honored, but I can't say I've seen anything unusual besides maybe an uptick in customers?" Internally, she was sighing with relief. The shoe section was exactly where she was hoping to lead Miracle Maiden to, far away from the stockroom on the other side of the store.

"As for shoes... well as you can see I'm modeling our new "Professional Wear" line but I'm sure we can find something with a little more razzle dazzle to turn a parent's frown further down." Lucy giggled again, sidling close to Jen so she could grab her arm and stuff it deep in her bosom. Jen's blushing reaction was one Lucille was very familiar with, and a surprised sly smile began to form as she marched the unresisting heroine towards the shoes.

Well, well, well. I guess the rumors of her being the black sheep might be more than just rumors.

Lucille was certainly accustomed to the reaction she had caused, having entertained many a young aide into spilling some secrets they shouldn't have to the attractive wife of a senator. Mind you she'd never thought about using those same tactics on a superheroine before, but Jennifer was tall and strong and [i]so fucking sexy[/i], Lucy couldn't stop her own body heating up in arousal as the thought fluttered through her mind.

She wasn't the only one either, Jen's brain trying to register anything besides the plush softness she found her arm encased in. Up close and from this angle, Lucy was 90% tits, her strawberry-scented perfume worming its way into Jen's core as she couldn't help but be led away from the side of the building Chloe was on, eyes glued to the booby trap she had fallen into. Lucy giggled again and Jen started, realizing what she was staring at as her escort began talking to herself.

"-now while we could go with something a bit more modern, get you a platform that's super high... oh with your height though maybe we'll want ballet heels? Ohhh I just can't help myself, whenever I think how high I want them to be I always think to myself "the bigger the better," and I bet you're exactly the same right?"

"The bigger....the better..." Jen hadn't been concentrating, eyes having returned to the delectable pounds of flesh jiggling away. Whatever Lucy had said was right though, as 'the bigger the better' rattled around in her head and settled in her burgeoning questions about her own sexuality. She was definitely a tit girl, her own seeming modest next to Lucy's soft... pillowy...

Jen's vision was going hazy with lust... and that damned strawberry scent that seemed to be everywhere, the heroine remembering vaguely that they were here to find Bimbette whose aura was known to smell like the sugary fruit. Concern seemed secondary though to the heavenly bosom she was firmly trapped by, now just openly staring away as a bit of drool began forming at the edge of her lips. Every step was being met with an enticing jiggle that she couldn't help but nod along with over whatever conversation Lucy was trying to have.

The bigger the better.

The thought stuck with her when other ones seemed hard to find, and she couldn't find a reason to disagree with it. Jen let herself take a deep breath, that wonderful scent entering into her and settling heavy in her pores as she gave up trying to do anything else but stare at the biggest, and therefore best, pair of breasts she'd ever come across since living in Rapid Rivers, arousal starting to form between her thighs. One of the last regular thoughts she had before they all started getting tinged with pink being that at least her disguise had held up. It would have been embarrassing if everyone knew Miracle Maiden was left speechless as soon as she saw a pair of big boobies, letting Lucy's jiggling mounds take the lead...

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Okay, this is way too cute NOT to buy.

Chloe absolutely should have been looking for Technovile's lab or Bimbette, and as a matter of fact she was just a few moments ago. Like her phone, her glasses were of her own design and she had several different programs, macros, and apps designed to help her view and manipulate Cyberspace outside of the lab installed in them. The amount of processing power in the fashionably tame black rims was impossible to have in the real world, but when you could manipulate reality, why not create a microprocessor that bends the very laws of physics for the most powerful smart glasses on the planet?

Chloe also added a few new features after Brandon Denvers AKA Dollmaker had woken up one of Technovile's labs somehow, but the ambient magical energy radiating from everything in the store was making her vision go sideways as she viewed the world through Cyberspace. It was bad enough that her meta-reality translated everything in existence to binary data, making digging through it manually like trying to find a needle in the entire Milky Way galaxy, but throw in magic?

Something that also likes to bend the laws of reality to its whims is a pain on a good day, and in Cyberspace that translates to every now and again throwing an impossible to translate two or three at her among the ones and zeroes.

So while it took some effort to parse the date Chloe at least had a good idea of what she was looking for, this wasn't the first Technovile lab she had to hunt down. Little pockets of non-reality marked in some fashion by at least one Realspace entrance, probably cloaked but never perfect. Honestly she still had no clue how Brandon had even found one, much less got into it, and when she took the time to 'visit' him those memories had been wiped clean. Maybe a custodial AI taking advantage of his presence?

At least the store had obviously been affected by Bimbette, the missing villain's magic scattered all over the place and on everything. Chloe probably shouldn't be touching any of the clothes but unfortunately a small section of graphic tees and crop tops had caught her eye and much like her friend couldn't resist a little shopping when confronted by her one major vice...

Not that anyone could call Space Princess Nekomimi a vice unless they talked to her. Her sister Madison always teased her for still liking the show but she had grown up with it, the long running anime well into the thousands for volumes and episodes, not to mention an untold number of merchandise and knock-offs for her to hunt down. She knew it was a little silly, but the classic show was her comfort food and one of the few things from her childhood that hadn't changed over the years and collecting everything she could find was probably her most normal hobby.

Holy fuck the cotton on this is soft too. This print is from the limited Japan only run on volume #500 too, what a find.

Chloe struggled to find a price tag on the printed crop top, not that her fingers minded the extra busy work. Every stitch looked to be perfect, with not a stray thread to be found, and the print was higher quality than anything she'd bought before. The real trouble was just how good the cotton felt on her fingers, a plush buttery softness that had her breathing slightly heavier, imagining how good it would feel if she wore it, just slipped her bra off and...

The sharp twang of her bra coming unhooked snapped her out of it, her other hand having snaked under her shirt and undid the light, frilly thing. She stared in shock for a moment at the shirt, and then her loose bra, and began a much more thorough inspection as she looked at it through Cyberspace. There was clearly some magic at work but it wasn't quite what she was expecting, and taking a deeper dive into it revealed...

Wait. That's not Bimbette's magic.

Dollmaker had ended up using the villain as a template for all his Dolls, so she had Bimbette on file in addition to every other magic hero or villain she'd happened to come across. She didn't like mucking about with it in Cyberspace but hated being unprepared even more. The shirt, for all its innocence, had something woven into it that was similar to the missing villainess but all together different. Looking to both sides of her to see if the coast was clear, Chloe bit a soft lip as she opened up a new file on her glasses that sent a scattering of green across her eyes and left her blinking quickly. She hadn't planned on testing her new program so soon, but curiosity won out as she took her shirt off to put on the other one.

Well, here goes noth--- ohhhhh fuck!

She wasn't big enough to need a bra to keep her chest perky, but it would definitely be useful right now in hiding how hard her nipples were getting. It would also have been another layer between her skin and her new top, something she definitely didn't want as her hands found purchase on her breasts, putting as much of herself in contact with the cloth as possible.

That's - ohhh - sensitive, ahh fuck I - ohhh!

It was like her hands were magnetized to her tits, fingers gravitating towards her erect nipples and finding purchase. A moan escaped from her before she bit down on her lip again hard, sinking to her knees as she groped, pinched, rubbed, and pulled herself closer to orgasm. Chloe enjoyed having her nipples played with before but that was nothing compared to the sparks currently being set off in her body, every aching need and extra blood vessel being sent directly to the two hardened pinpoints atop her breasts.

She fell backward, hips pumping as her body sought any kind of contact, the thin fabric of her workout leggings doing little to help, but more than enough considering both hands were otherwise occupied. The feeling of her clit moving against anything though was more than enough, the twin peaks of pleasure currently being fondled and tugged doing an excellent job of replacing it as her most sensitive body part. Tugging was especially doing it for Chloe, sending bolts of ecstasy straight to her core as she released another moan, not even bothering to stop this one as she edged herself closer and closer to release.

Her whole world had centered down to the two bullet points between her fingers, throbbing with a need she couldn't help but obey, no longer caring who found her as long as she could just cum. Luckily, her body was on the same page as she felt the first tremors begin, her legs shaking as she felt the earth fall out from underneath her.

Chloe didn't hear the noise she made, all modesty gone as animalistic need and the force of her orgasm quaked her body. Her vision went pink and white, barely feeling the wet stain starting to form between her thighs as her world all but ended except for the sharp tugging of her hard nipples and her jerking hips as thunderous pleasure overtook every other one of her senses. She barely even noticed as her body started to come down from that high that her hands were finally free, hanging loosely at her side as she tried to catch her breath.

That was.... mmm... that... ahh hell.

Whatever thoughts she had to describe the experience were lost as she came back to reality, the wetness of her ruined leggings making itself known in the air-conditioned mall. Slowly getting up, she stared down at herself, surprised to find that her chest remained largely unchanged, sans the fact that she might be a little extra perkier... and her nipples were definitely still rock solid. The shirt seemingly painted onto her at this point.

It was a safer experiment than she had imagined compared to the possible outcomes still circling in her brain, the intense desire she had felt simmering in the background and her nipples, while still achingly sensitive, at least seemed to be the same size. Chloe had never been a squirter before though, and while she gingerly stood up on quaking legs she definitely grimaced at the sight of her leggings.

Well, that's embarrassing.

Having orgasmed so hard in the middle of the department store she was still seeing stars explained some of the noises she heard occasionally peaking over the pop music made sense. Looking around, she spotted something similarly innocuous to the shirt nearby and began shucking her wet leggings off, reaching over to grab the frilly white skirt.

It held a similar enchantment to the crop top but she had picked it out of the miscellaneously stocked and unorganized racks for that reason, some of the other articles literally brimming with unknown potential. She had also thought that it was long enough to cover her, but the high-waisted skirt seemed very eager to plant its flimsy frilled hemline firmly but ever so slightly above her butt, providing a cheeky sort of surprise. Unfortunately, that also meant that she needed to find some underwear because even the slightest twist would reveal her undressed state to the world and that-