Jen slept in her grandpa's bed that night, but it wasn't a comfortable sleep. He slept, for sure, but even in his sleep his hands pawed at her, groping her tits and poking at her pussy. And that just added to the worries that disturbed her rest. She wondered what she had gotten into and whether it was worth it. She had always liked her grandpa, the way he treated her so nicely, and now she felt a bit sorry for him, and that all made giving him her body easier. But, she thought, if he was so nice, why would he threaten to throw her and her mom out if she didn't give herself to him. They had no place to go to, she knew, and so she decided she had to let him have what he wanted until they could make it on their own.
Morning came, and at breakfast Grandpa announced that he was taking Jenny shopping for clothes.
"That's nice of you, Dad," Sally said, and then turned to her daughter.
"Jenny, you be sure to get things that Grandpa likes," she said, "and don't pick expensive things either."
Out to the car, then, and off to the mall, where Grandpa let Jenny pick the stores to shop in. She picked outfits to try on that she thought looked nice, and then came out of the dressing room to model them for her grandfather. He had said she could buy three outfits, and by lunchtime she had them, nice clothes that grandpa said looked good on her. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, though she knew he'd prefer more; after all they were in a public place. They grabbed a quick lunch at the food court and returned to the car.
As they drove, grandpa said, "one more place for clothes, Jenny, special ones I'd like you to wear for me."
Jennifer grew a bit apprehensive, and her fears were confirmed when they pulled up in front of a boutique with half-naked mannequins dressed in rubber and leather in the window.
"No, Grandpa," Jenny protested, "those things are for sluts and worse. I don't want to wear them."
"I don't care if you want to," he snapped, "I want you to. You're my pet, and you'll wear what I tell you."
"No, Grandpa, please," she pleaded.
"Ok," he told her, "then get out of the car and walk the ten miles back to the house, if you can find your way. Or give some stranger a blow job for directions and a ride. Either way, you'll find your stuff on the street when you get there."
"That's not nice," she protested, "I thought you were going to be nice to me."
"Sure," he answered, "as long as you're a well-behaved pet. Now make up your mind."
"Let's go in," Jenny said with sad resignation, "I'll wear what you want."
A middle-aged woman in a red latex sheath dress greeted them, and grandpa told her what he was looking for. The woman selected some outfits in Jenny's size and led her to the dressing room.
"That looks wonderful on you," she said as she helped Jenny get the zipper down the front of a skin-tight black latex dress.
Well, sort of a dress. There were cut-outs for breasts, and Jenny's were squeezed thought the holes and pushed up and out by the tight ring of rubber.
"Put on these black stilettos," she said, "and we'll go show your master how you look."
"Master?" Jenny questioned in her mind. "It must be because I'm his pet. I guess they know about it."
Jennifer blushed a bright red when she stepped out to show her grandpa the outfit. There were other people in the store now, and they all were looking at her.
"Doesn't she look good, sir," the clerk said to Jenny's grandfather, "just see how it emphasizes her perky young tits." The woman reached from behind and cupped Jenny's breasts in her hands to model it for the old man.
"She sure does," answered grandpa, and then he turned to another, younger, man in the boutique. "What do you think?" he asked the stranger as he took his granddaughter's breasts from the clerk and into his own hands.
The other man commented favorably, and grandpa added, "Check out the feel too. I think it's good, but I'd like another opinion.
Jenny was appalled, but a glance from her grandpa told her she'd best not complain. She stood there, then, as the stranger grasped her breasts, squeezing and pulling and twisting them.
"She's got real nice tits in or out of the dress," said the man, "but I do think the dress enhances them."
"Thanks for your opinion," said grandpa, and, turning to the clerk, declared "we'll take it."
