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An hour earlier, while Sugar and Constance were occupied with creating the Fuck Toys, Jason prepared to introduce Lisa to his parents.
"I cannot meet your parents looking like this," Lisa whined. She was wearing the too tight, nearly transparent leggings and the Big Dick Johnson t-shirt.
"It doesn't matter," Jason whispered as they stood in the crowded store. "We'll just tweak their minds. They'll never know."
"I will know. Seriously, Jason, I can't meet them wearing this."
Jason laughed. "Okay, what do you suggest?"
She looked out in the parking lot. "I'm going to grab my bag off the bus - there has to be something in it I can get to work."
"With those boobs? Dream on, babe."
"Well, I gotta try. Just go on and find your Mom and Dad, I'll catch up."
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Ten minutes later, she stood in the ladies room going through her bag. The blouses and t-shirts were hopeless. She tried to pull her formerly baggy sweater over her head, only to find that, with her increased bust size and lengthened torso, it was now a tight, half-sweater that barely covered her bare boobs.
"Fuck," she whispered.
"You okay, sweetie?" A woman asked. She was middle-aged but pretty, a head shorter than Lisa with gray streaks in her brown hair.
Lisa wiped away a tear. "Actually, no. None of my clothes fit."
The woman blinked as Lisa took off the now stretched sweater. "Whoa, you are a healthy girl!"
Lisa quickly covered her boobs with her arms. "Sorry!"
The woman took the sweater from her hands. "Oh, honey, this could never have fit you."
"Believe it or not, it did at one time."
The woman laughed. "Well, it couldn't have been any time recently."
Lisa shrugged the Big Dick Johnson t-shirt back over her head. "This is all I have. I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend's parents... in this."
The woman bit her lip to keep from laughing. "Yeah, that's not good. I'd give you something of mine, but, those girls wouldn't fit in anything I have either. I'm Mary, by the way."
"Lisa. Thank you. I guess I just have to swallow my pride and wear this."
"Hmm, wait a second, I have an idea. Follow me."
They stepped into the hallway and Mary stopped.
"What are we doing?"
"Just hang on a second."
A fat truck driver walked into the hallway heading for the restroom.
Mary smiled. "Perfect! Hey, mister, I'll give you $50 for that shirt."
He was wearing an old, faded denim shirt over what looked like a wife-beater t-shirt. "Say what?"
"The shirt. $50," Mary opened her purse.
The trucker shrugged. "Yeah, okay." He unbuttoned it and handed it to her.
Lisa smiled. "I'll pay for it..."
"Shush," Mary said. "You look like a college student. You need your money for pizza and beer."
She handed the trucker the cash, and he waddled in his yellow stained wife beater to the men's room..
Lisa stared at the old shirt in her hands. "I... thank you, Mary."
"Come on. We aren't done yet," she ushered Lisa into the bathroom.
They stood in front of the lavatory mirror.
"Hmm," Mary said. "The graphic on the t-shirt won't show if we button up the shirt." She reached up to help Lisa put the shirt on. "Gosh, you're so tall. What are you? Six foot five?"
"Honestly, I don't know."
The shirt had no trouble enclosing her big breasts, and it hung down lower than the t-shirt.
"There, a denim shirt dress!" Mary said.
Lisa wiped away a tear. "Thank you..."
"Now, stop crying. You'll ruin your pretty makeup." She took a step back. "Needs one thing more." Mary was wearing a wide brown belt. She took it off and wrapped it around Lisa's waist. "How can you have boobs like that and a waist that small? You look like somebody built you in a lab."
"Well..."
"There, take a look!"
Lisa turned. She looked... hot! "Thank you, Mary! Thank you, so much!" She hugged the smaller woman.
"Oh, honey, you're... wel... welcome."
Lisa took a step back. Mary's eyes didn't seem to want to focus.
"I... wow... I feel strange. You smell sooo good!"
Demona had mentioned something to her about pheromones. Was she having an effect on Mary without meaning to?
Mary stepped closer. "That... perfume. I... what is it?"
"It's, uh, I don't wear any."
Mary blinked and shook her head.
And, then Lisa was in trouble. Her clit began to throb. The increased desire from her procedures was turning her on. She felt moisture flood into her pussy. Her yoga pants suddenly felt wet.
No! She couldn't! This woman had been so kind to her, she couldn't just...
Thoughts flooded her mind. Visions of her kissing Mary deep, crushing her against her big breasts.
"Yes, please," Mary whispered. "Go ahead and kiss me." She leaned up, head tilted back, eyes closed, lips slightly apart..
Oh, God, she had put that thought in Mary's mind without meaning to! She had to get control.
Of course, the moment she thought that, she lost control again and flooded Mary's open mind with an avalanche of images.
"Ooo, oh, God, what is wrong with me?" Mary whined. "I want... I need you. I'm not gay, but..."
Oh, screw it, Lisa thought. She reached into Mary's brain, and flipped her bi switch. It wasn't hard to do at all.
Mary melted against her and Lisa kissed her.
Mary went limp in her arms.
Lisa stopped. Calm. She had to calm down. She was in complete control of this sweet woman, and she was determined not to hurt her, not even by accident. She slipped into Mary's mind gently - she steered clear of the woman's main memories. Weird as she found the notion, she felt like it was an invasion of privacy.
Instead, she focused on Mary's lust. The images came sliding by, like snippets of movies. Her husband, Stan, lying on top of her, thrusting. Not good sex, but loving sex. Mary sucking his small cock. Mary letting him cum on her face. Snuggling.
Lisa felt warm and happy inside Mary's memories.
Mary masturbating. Big cock fantasies. Lisa giggled. She liked to imagine them big. And, then...
Lisa smiled. Mary masturbating, wondering what it would be like to taste a woman. Soft, so soft. She had no vibrator, but her fingers were so adept at finding the right spots, the perfect spots. Images of women filled her mind, friends, co-workers, people she only glimpsed somewhere.
Lisa. She hadn't been able to look away from Lisa's amazing body when she came in the restroom earlier.
Mary's mind took over. Fantasies played out where she was making love to Lisa.
Mary moaned with her eyes closed. She went rigid as an orgasm went through her.
Mary opened her eyes. "I... Can we? I think I want..."
Lisa smiled and nodded. She led Mary back to a stall.
In an instant, Lisa had pulled Mary's skirt up to her waist. She tugged the white lace panties to the side and slipped her long fingers into Mary's cleft.
"Oh! Oh, God," Mary whispered.
Lisa found her clit in the tangle of brown pubic hair and massaged it with her finger.
Mary's eyes grew wide, and Lisa drew her into a kiss. She knew the woman would cum fast.
A minute later she was moaning into Lisa's mouth as she came.
Lisa held her, massaging slowly as the woman's pussy quivered.
When the spasms stopped, Lisa broke the kiss and smiled down at her.
"That was..." Lisa began.
She never got to finish.
Mary grabbed her hips and spun her around.
She bent Lisa over the toilet, and Lisa put her hands on the tile wall.
"You're yoga pants are soaked!" Mary whispered.
Lisa moaned as she felt Mary's fingers probing her crotch.
She felt Mary tug with both hands.
The material ripped easily.
