Jen normally had mixed feelings about her popularity. Being born well after her family had already established themselves as super-celebrities, her entire life had been under a spotlight from day one. It had been infinitely worse in NYC where the American Hero Project was based, with her parents outright hiring paparazzi for when she would go out for a quick bite to eat or just trying to relax on a family vacation, every public appearance curated by their PR team. Until she ran away to Rapid Rivers and had lived in town for a few years, Jen hadn't realized just how much of her life she had been forced to share with the world.
It was one of the things she liked most about Rapid Rivers. She wasn't completely oblivious to the public scrutiny she was still under but the level of attention was so inoffensive it drifted into white noise as she went about her business.
There was still the occasional paparazzi but with her parents no doubt terrified of any footage of her dealing with the usual Rapid Rivers strangeness, and the public less interested in bothering her and more interested in enjoying the beautiful weather, Jen finally got to enjoy perfectly normal activities like flying to her favorite coffee joint by the beach to enjoy the only place in town that had real bagels.
It also meant that the vibrations of pleasure echoing through her body as she walked up and down a pretend stage near the shoe section of Bimbo Kiss to strike a pose to the delight of the curvaceous crowd wasn't her usual response to being photographed.
"Oh my god! M.M. over here!"
"Babe you're so hot yesss!"
"I can't believe she's here! Is she... is she checking out my titties?"
"Girls. Girls! Behave."
The latter statement came from Lucy, who was trying to keep her employees and a few of the other bimbo customers from crowding her. Not that Jen minded, she had definitely been checking out that girl's rack, it was hard to avoid it considering everyone was showing massive amounts of titillating tit flesh. It really shouldn't surprise her considering of course everyone in The Bimbo's Kiss was a busty, bubbly babes, sending her thoughts into a very naughty area.
I better behave too
. A little internal giggle threatening to escape as she turned and went back to the pile of clothes and shoes that Lucy had gathered, a deep breath making her feel a little light headed as her senses were flooded by the sweet scent of strawberries.
It was the surest sign that Bimbette was responsible for the outbreak of T&A in the store in some manner, but Jen was finding her concern about it being slowly melted away. It might have to do something with her having tried on a pair of heels and almost cumming just from comfort. The 6-inch platforms were the best shoes she'd ever worn, giving Jen a professional porn strut she was in no way practiced at. It could also be how when Lucy started bringing over shirts and skirts and bras.
She had thought Pink4U had been the perfect fit for her enhanced breasts? Her girls had never been cozier or perkier in a Bimbo Kiss bustier, everything fit so perfectly Jen could rationalize away the little tingle the clothing kept leaving on her skin long after she took it off.
Jen knew something in the air was making her extra giggly, but she felt worry slip away considering unlike some of the other LoV girls she didn't have any real way to stop Bimbette's aura. She had an idea of what was going to happen the instant they walked into The Bimbo's Kiss and the fact that the worst thing she was currently suffering from was putting a little extra shimmy in her step, all the bountiful flesh on display from the girls around her having her licking her lips in arousal?
Why should she care when instead she could enjoy the tiny thrums of pleasure jolting up her spine with every tap of her new heels. She had already waved away thoughts of if they were cursed or enchanted or whatever considering she had always wanted to feel comfortable in super high-heels and her feet weren't just cozy but indulging in sumptuous comfort.
It wasn't just the shoes either, as Jen stripped off the shirt to the delight of the crowd, giving her titties a little extra jiggle to the sound of aroused giggling. Looking down though, she frowned a bit as something looked... off. It might have been pushed up a bit from her bra but her breasts did look just a little extra full...
"Now these shoes are exactly what you're looking for, you'll absolutely love them."
Jen looked up as she set her hands about undoing the buckles of the high heels she already had on, eyes settling on a pair of red pleather thigh highs being held right below a bust that was impossible to ignore. Even if she was chestier than she was a few weeks ago, she didn't come close to Lucy in that regard... although with the crazy high stiletto of the heels in her hand she'd have an even better view of her favorite feature of the woman, unconsciously licking her lips as she took in all the other bombshell bimbo breasts on display around her.
The bigger the better.
Jen giggled as she took the offered shoes, the leather soft and warm to the touch, feeling pleasure slink up her arm as she slowly unfurled them. What did it matter if her breasts were a bit bigger than they were when she came into the store when it also meant they were even more perfect?
"Oh! I know like, the preem dress for those!" One of the bimbo employees began to excitedly shimmy her way out of the crowd, her full pink latex body-suit not all that different from the Doll outfits from B-day. If anything though it made her blend in with the crowd, every employee seemed to have their bodies stretching the limits of the barely uniform club or fetish wear they were wearing. It was making it hard for Jen to concentrate since they were all just so sexy, and ever since B-day she was just so
aware
of other women.
At least she didn't have to work through complex problems like emotions and friendships when it came to the crowd around her. That's what bimbos were for after all, an intrinsic truth that seemed to just slip and slither up from where her skin was touching the warm leather of the red heels to between her legs, solidified as Lucy bent down to help her fit and zip them up.