Andrea and Bunny leave the new Bikini store passing by a young couple checking out the window display.
"Making so many new girlfriends is working up an appetite" said Bunny, feeling her stomach growl.
"You can always eat me out," answered Andrea.
"giggle, you know that's not what I meant, but I'll remember that for dessert... oh! speaking of dessert, look there!" Bunny points at a slushy/soft pretzel kiosk. "This gives me a great idea!"
Thankfully there was nobody in line before Andrea and Bunny approached the attendant, a pimply teen boy, probably working his first job, with a name tag that says "Chris". He looked very bored before he saw the two bikini babes in front of the counter but when he did he immediately stood at attention and started straining the front of his pants. "Uh ..." he momentarily forgot how to speak, "oh, can I get you anything? er... what would you like to order?"
The two babes glanced at each other knowingly and giggled, "we want you, sweat heart." Bunny then grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him into a deep and sensual kiss. Although Bunny felt so gross touching an icky boy, she knew it was a small price to pay for what she was getting. After a moment, much thicker and succulent lips started kissing Bunny back. She looked into the eyes of her partner and watched them go from hazel to brown, thick lashes grew, and sexy eye shadow appeared along with chocolate toned skin. Bunny broke the kiss just in time to see luxurious silky black hair cascade around a now pristine, beautiful face.
Stepping back, Bunny and Andrea saw a supermodel clad in a pornographic parody of a food service worker outfit with a name tag that says "Cici". "Thanks girls! I feel so much more confident and sexy now... and still as horny!"
"That's great Cici," Andrea responds, "but we can't play right now; we need to make everybody in the mall feel as good as us. Will you help us with that?"
"Will I?!" she answers enthusiastically, "I will be the bestest, bimboest food kiosk sales person ever! And I'll make sure all the customers get to feel good too!"
With that, Bunny and Andrea buy a pretzel and slushy and sit down on a nearby bench to watch Cici work. It's not long before the next customers show up, a mother around 40 and and her two young tween boys, probably a year or two apart. The woman orders slushies for each of them. Luckily the mother was too distracted by her boys to notice Cici include a little extra into each of the drinks: a few squirts of milk from her fat nipple. The woman pays, hand off the drinks, then walk down the hall of the mall. However, after a few meters, they slow down and start fidgeting, like they're itchy or hot. The two boys grew taller and the mother younger until all 3 met in the middle at age 25, all the while their bodies and clothes morphed into much more feminine and sexy forms. By the end of their transformations, they could be triplets; all three had straitened blond hair down to their lower back, shapely legs, thighs and waists, and each a set of E cup breasts, all clad in stylish summer ware. The trio all giggled at each other, held each others neighbor's waists, and giddily strolled out of the mall.
Andrea and Bunny got wet just by watching. They were about to make out, but noticed that while they were watching the new girls, another customer had already bought a slushy. A man in a sharp suit and suitcase sits at a bench across from the two with his drink and sits it on the armrest while he raises a news paper, obscuring himself from Bunny and Andrea but they look on excitedly nonetheless. They see him lift the beverage off the bench and disappear behind the newspaper. 20 seconds later, a well manicured dainty hand places the half full slushy cup back on the bench before lowering the newspaper, revealing a bouncy blond with pink lips, long locks and a pink pencil skirt and blazer only partially covering stiff nipples atop volleyball tits. She gets up with her pink purse (formerly a suitcase) and leaves the newspaper and half slushy on the bench as she prances along.
Bunny and Andrea deeply want to catch up with the bouncy blond bimbo boss that the corporate executive became for some fun, but curiosity gets the better of them when they see the next customers, a pair of teen girls, one with dark makeup, dyed hair, black boots and black jacket that's much too hot for the weather, and the other with a pixy cut, loose jeans and button down shirt. And the two were holding hands. They sit down at a table to eat while they chat, the goth with a slushy the tomboy with the pretzel. After a minute, they both suddenly look very distracted, and in the following instant an explosion of flesh erupts from each of their chests, pushing the leather jacket aside and bursting buttons off the shirt as sandbag like tits flop onto the table with a thud and a squish. In the next instant, they are both pushed up and out of their chairs as their thighs and ass cheeks similarly blow up into ridiculous proportions, leaving them with voluptuous hourglass figures.
They each stare at the other's tits for a long pause, lust growing in their eyes, among other thing. The goth's hair extends wildly, remaining black but with green streaks and highlights. Her lips grow fat and juice as they're covered with black lipstick along with thick makeup covering the rest of her luscious face. Her leather Jacket thins to almost nothing as it stretches across her massive flesh pillows until it resembles a fishnet top not even hiding her AA battery sized nipples. The heel of her boots rise while the rest of the material similarly thin and stretch upto a new micro skirt into fishnet stockings. On the other side of the table, the tomboy's hair cascades like a waterfall across her shoulders in locks of dirty blond. Her face mirrors her partner's, but in a bright fire engine red lips. Her broken shirt repairs itself by turning into flannel and tying itself in a knot underneath her sloshing breasts while her jeans ride up on her becoming form fitting daisy dukes.
The two lovers can't hold themselves back anymore. They lunge for each other, locking fat lips together, grasping one black taloned hand with another red taloned hand, and making an audible slap when their heavy breasts slam into each other with a waterbed-like jiggle.