All characters are over 18.
Come on, Dan. You need to get out and off the damn game. There's a whole world out there," Denise whined. Don't ever tell Denise that she was whining as she hated that word, but her expression and her tone could be described accurately few other ways.
Dan looked up and shook his head, "Level 23. I'm finally at level 23. You're a big girl, you can go to the mall yourself," he said.
Denise shook her head, "I need a ride and I need to get something to wear to your sister's wedding. You need to tell me what you like and don't like. Besides, you promised!"
Dan groaned. He did promise. If Denise would go to his sister's wedding he'd make sure she looked incredible. His sister Laurie Roberts was no fan of his girlfriend, most likely because she had breasts. Laurie was cursed with a flat chest and yet needed to wear bras as her nipples were huge when hard. Plus, she padded her bras which Denise accidentally discovered one day. Denise. on the other hand, had to wear a bra as her massive breasts flopped freely as she walked. On top of that, Denise knew what she had and few of her tops covered much of her upper chest. More than once, Laurie commented how Denise was wasting her money on a college education since she'd most likely earn more money on her knees or her back in front of the camera. It didn't help that Laura had nicknamed her 'L'il Orphan Fanny.'
"OK," the boy sighed, "I'll grab my wallet and keys. Let's get it over with."
Denise smiled and hugged her boyfriend. "I love your enthusiasm." She was pretty sure what dress she would wear but wanted Dan to make it his choice. She found just the dress to shut his sister up. Sheer red backless satin dress, so low cut that she'd need to be super careful or all of Dan's and the other family would see her large puffy nipples, but the saleswoman told her about some type of glue that ensured no slippage. This would be perfect. The bitch can just suck it up at the reception. "I love you so much and I'll make it worth your while," she grinned.
"Alrighty then," Dan grinned. He'd take a break from his video games for just one reason.
The young couple walked into the mall through the north entrance with the department store opposite the mall from the one that had the dress Denise wanted. She wanted to give Dan a few choices before she showed him the dress.
Dan's eyes were drooping and he was thinking about the nature show where the coyote chewed his leg off when they came to the last department store in the mall. His eyes lit up seeing the video gaming arcade just to the right of the department store.
"Come on, they have to have the perfect dress," Denise urged, "you can go in there if I find a dress I like. I'll have to get shoes and accessories," she pointed to the arcade.
Dan groaned and nodded, "If they don't have what you like...I mean, I saw at least a dozen that looked great on you," he said.
Denise kissed and hugged him, "You've been great. If these guys don't have what I want we'll go back and I'll buy that ice-blue one."
"Hell, let's just get that one. That was my favorite," he smiled. His eyes scanned down her body recalling how much of her generous chest was exposed and how he could make out her swollen nipples through the thin fabric. No way could she wear a bra with that one. He'd felt an instant throbbing that made him forget how boring shopping was.
Denise could feel his eyes on her body, especially her breasts, and her nipples hardened. "I'll let you come into the dressing room..." she purred.
"OK," he grinned, "let's move it. We have dresses to try on...that is, you have dresses..."
Denise went over to where the sexy mannequin had the dress satin dress and pawed through the rack as if oblivious to the gown next to her.
Dan walked over to it, "Hang on, Denise. This is your size and everything," he smiled. "And it's red. Your favorite." He tried not to feel arousal looking at the pronounced nipples on the tall slender mannequin but there was no doubt the selling point of the dress was sex. He wondered how Denise's tits would stay in the top but that made the dress just more intriguing.
"Oh wow. I didn't see that," Denise smiled, "I'll get the salesgirl," she said. She kissed her boyfriend on the lips, "So glad you came along," she smiled, "my favorite color."
Dan could feel his heart race as he considered her blonde body snugly encased beneath the red satin fabric. He found a place to sit while trying to quiesce his throbbing boner.
Denise looked around and saw only a salesman so she went over to see if she could try on the dress, "Sir? I'm hoping you have," she pointed to the mannequin, "that red dress in my size?" She stepped back as the man appraised her.
"6?" he asked.
"Um, I usually wear a 4," she said, "but you know how your dresses run so sure," she said.
The man nodded, "Trust me. Unless you want to give a show, you want the 6," he said.
Denise nodded. She had grown up in the past three years. Every part of her filled out from the skinny 16-year-old to the curvy 19-year-old causing her to go from teen wear sizes to women's sizes seemingly overnight. Her uncle used to tease her calling her Twiggy until just last year when he choked on the word and smiled at her. She still needed to search the internet for who or what a Twiggy was. She just assumed it meant slender or reedy...twig-like.
The man came out of the back with a red dress draped over his arms, "Here you go. If this doesn't work, we have the size 4 on display, but as you can see the mannequin has a fairly small bust."
Denise blushed as the man stared pointedly at her much fuller chest as he tacitly implied, 'unlike yours.'
"Would you like to try any others on in the dressing room, or just this one?" he asked.
Denise shook her head, "I'll try this one first but I just felt I had to have it as soon as I saw it," she smiled. She followed the man into the hallway with the half-dozen dressing room. He unlocked the first one and reached in to hang the dress on the hook.
"Take your time. There are full-length mirrors on either end," he smiled at her before leaving her alone.
'I guess Dan's not coming in,' she sighed. She pulled off her clothes for the 10th time and looked at her figure in the mirror. She hadn't been able to do a self-appraisal as she'd had Dan in the previous dressing rooms and she'd kept her underwear on. She might be able to keep her thong on with this dress but she'd have to lose the bra, especially her padded underwire thick strapped bra. Sometimes she felt a surge of pride that she was blessed with DDs, but then she saw her friends with frilly, lacy, sexy, tiny things they called bras and felt envious.
At least her boobs didn't sag and her boyfriends all told her she had the best nipples they'd ever seen. She patted her flat stomach thinking how slender her mother still was and thanked God that she most likely wouldn't be fighting her weight as she grew older. She looked at her flared hips and shook her head. She sometimes envied her friends with their narrow hips as their asses looked so tight, so pert. She turned and looked at her ass and sighed. Though she had no discernable fat her rear could only be described as full. She shrugged her shoulders. Perhaps she should embrace her full ass as she was aware men and women alike seemed to approve.
She pulled the dress off the hanger and stepped into it. She had to wiggle her hips as she pulled it over her hips. The salesgirl had been right, she'd either need tape or glue the top over her boobs, but she felt her blood pressure rise as she studied her figure encased in the tight flimsy fabric. She had to pull the material over her bust as she moved seeing her nipples peek over the top. She giggled thinking of twin moons rising over the horizon. 'Wow! I look so fuckable,' she thought, 'Let that bitch Laurie make all the comments she wants, they might be true but what's so bad with having a body all the men want to fuck?' she thought.
She decided she needed to show Dan as he was probably wondering if she'd fallen into a hole. She started for the door but stopped as she saw the strap of her thong exposed on the side. The right leg had a slit that came above her hip. She sighed and pulled down her thong, tossing it onto the pile of her clothes, and then shook her head as both her boobs had popped out. She repaired the wardrobe malfunction and opened the door before she chickened out.
Brad Baxter hung around the evening wear department wanting to see the beautiful girl in the dress that the staff had nicknamed 'The Cure...as in 'the cure for ED.' He stifled a gasp as the blonde gingerly stepped out. He hung back as her boyfriend jumped to his feet, a huge smile on his face.
Dan forgot all about the ice-blue dress as he checked Denise out. He was struck by the irony of the dress, designed to make the woman's body as sexy as possible yet begging to be stripped off her as quickly as possible. "That's the one," he grinned, "Turn around, I want to see the back," he said. He almost said, 'Turn around, I want to check out your ass.' He pulled out his phone and took a picture of her creamy expanse of skin from the nape of her neck to just above her ass crack. "Fuck me!" he sighed, "You look incredible."
