“Shoot, must have knocked that over,” the woman said. After a moment’s hesitation she turned and started pushing the down the aisle.
James stayed perfectly still, not wanting to risk pushing more things off the shelf and drawing the woman’s attention. The cool air of the store wafted over his soft stomach and exposed genitals. After the sound of the cart’s squeaky wheel was muffled by distance and aisles of shelves James pushed himself out of his hiding place. He quickly pulled his shirt down to recover his modesty and what ever scraps of dignity he still had. He left the pile of pillows where they were and checked the larger aisle again.
The only person there was teen scanning items. James listened carefully for the sound of other people approaching, but didn’t hear anyone. He got ready to run across the aisle as soon as the employee looked away. He took the first chance he got, not wanting to risk a surprise from another costumer.
It was a moment of adrenaline. His eyes lowered, feet making soft slapping sounds on the cold tile floor. His shirt flapping, air running around his exposed but. His stomach giggling with each hurried step. James didn’t slow down even once he was in the children’s section. Someone could have seen him and he wanted to change, either his clothes or his appearance before someone tracked him down. He grabbed what he hopped were a pair of pants and a shirt and ducked down behind low shelf. James’s heart was hammering in his chest as he tried to breath slowly. His lungs felt like they were full of cotton. James had not been in the best physical condition at the age of eight, though by senior year of high school he was a proficient member of the track team.
Nobody was calling for him and he didn’t hear anybody nearby. James let himself relax. He looked at the clothes in his hands. The pants were brightly colored pajama bottoms and the shirt was green with a literally blocky character on it. James didn’t recognize the brands, but he didn’t care. He slipped the pants on under his over-sized shirt. It felt odd to be wearing pants but no underwear, his dick rubbing right against the fabric. He was glad that there didn’t seem to be a fly for it to slip out of. Once the pajamas were in place James pulled the adult shirt off his body. He didn’t stop to examine his body. He had spent enough time in it as a kid to not be too curious about it now. To James’ dismay, the shirt was a little tight. His childhood chub was clearly on display. Frowning, James gave his bulging tummy a little shake.
“Ok,” James said. He cringed at his high-pitched voice. “I guess I can get back to…”