Nancy regretted doing some grocery shopping for Thanksgiving dinner. Not because she is doing it so close to the day of the holiday. And it wasn’t because of all the other shoppers who were also shopping as well. No, the reason why she regretted going shopping is because of Charlotte.
Nancy thought that the current transformation would be good enough to walk around in public. As a saving grace, the clothes that Nancy bought for her yesterday still manage to work out. But as the duo wandered around the store for the feast later this week, Nancy had to keep an eye on Charlotte to make sure that she wouldn’t misbehave or cause a commotion.
“Hey, Nancy!” Charlotte yelled to get her friend's attention, even though they were in the same aisle. Nancy shut her eyes for a moment, said a quiet prayer, and then answered back, “Yes, Charlotte? What is it that you WANT?!” What started as a simple question had turned into a major concern. Nancy saw Charlotte, holding a butternut squash. But she was not holding it with her hands.
The program that the nanomachines followed had picked out a transformation that also affected Charlotte’s mind. In this case, Charlotte lost a huge percentage of her intelligence but also had an increase in erotica. What didn’t help was that she still kept her insane, hourglass figure but with a more natural waistline.
Wearing an all-out ensemble of the colors pink and white, Charlotte had a stretched-out tube top that barely covered her nipples, let alone both of her breasts. As an extra oddity, the nanobots had replaced the milk glands and fats in the breasts with plastic and silicone. They had done the same with the fat contents in Charlotte’s ass, making her short shorts (Nancy had no idea how she managed to put them on) nearly invisible.
“Does this look like I am giving a giant a boob job?” Nancy rushed up to her idiotic friend and attempted to pull the gourd out of her cleavage. But given how deep Charlotte had buried it, Nancy struggled to pull it out of its tight embrace.
“Why did you do that, Charlotte?” Nancy grunted at the scantily cad woman who wasn’t concerned or was trying to help her out. Charlotte shrugged and said nonchalantly, “I saw the funny-looking pumpkin and I thought that you might want to be in the joke. And why are you still calling me Charlotte, it’s Lottie.” Nancy got fruit out of the booby trap just before another customer walked in the aisle.
“Char-Lottie, look here. We are in a public place. You can’t go around and stuff things in your chest.” Charlotte, now Lottie, blinked at what her friend said with no awareness that she understood the sentence. Except for the “Stuffing things in your chest part”, that part she understood. “Uh-huh, I got what you are saying.”
“Thank you.” Nancy closed her eyes once again in relief and turned around to continue shopping. “All you need is someone to tell you not to and you will do it. Now come on. There are still a couple of items left on our list that we need to get.”
“Who are you talking to?” Startled by a shop worker’s question, Nancy flipped out a little. “Wha-, oh. I was telling my friend-” “The same friend that “bounces” her way to the meat section? And I do mean bounces because damn! Is she single?” Not paying attention to the pervy worker’s comments after where Lottie went, Nancy surged her way through the crowds while pushing her shopping cart.
It wasn’t hard to find where Lottie went. Standing in front of the butcher’s glass that contains all the meats, the woman whose bra size is bigger than her IQ (for this transformation) was eyeing all the various hunks of meats. Standing next to her was another perv, who was not only shopping for Thanksgiving dinner but had his eye on a certain rump roast with some chicken breasts to go with it.
“My, my. Aren’t you looking fine?” Lottie took notice of the guy who was admiring and said, “Aw, thank you. It was a little hard this morning because a lot of my makeup was either black or red, but I made do with it.” “Say,” the guy sliding his way closer to Lottie, “Do you need help finding some choice meat?”
“Really!” “Reall-” Lottie pulled the guy toward the counter and asked him, “I’m trying to find something good to stuff me but I’m having a hard time finding it. Could you help me?” The guy stared at her baby-blue eyes under her bleached blonde hair. Then his gaze went down to her plunging cleavage with tits that are not only touching but resting on his arm that she took from him. “Jackpot,” he thought to himself but out loud he said, “Sure I can help you out. What are you looking for specifically?”
“Well, I would like it to be packed with flavor. Something that can be pounded or even coated with something more. Oh, and I wouldn’t mind having it now and saving it for later so I may need a lot of it.” On the inside, the guy was ecstatic to have this girl who looked like this and so brazen in public. Instead, to keep his cool and not lose her, he just said, “Is there anything else to it?” Lottie closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated on the hard-hitting question. After nearly giving herself a headache, she came up with one more request.
“Yes. Since I want to share it with my girlfriend, I would like it to be in a small package to make it easier to carry it home.”
Never in the history of his attempts to hit on a girl had he ever heard of a statement like that. The fact that she wanted it in a “small package” isn’t bad enough, but that she was taken too. With a girl no less. But before he had a chance to turn the beauty that was still on him, the butcher (who was there the entire time) placed a bag on the counter.
“Here you go miss, one pound of rocky mountain oysters,” she said with a smile. “That’s it! Thank you, Miss Butcher. Thank you, Mr. Meat Expert.” After giving her thanks, Lottie took the bag and placed it in her cleavage. “You’re welcome miss, that will be $27, Mr. Meat Expert.”
“What? I’m not paying for some clams.” The butcher shrugged. “The way you hugged each other and the way you stared deeply into her chest. I assume that you are together. And for the record, rocky mountain oysters are not from the sea. I thought you would’ve known that since you are a meat expert.”
But before the guy could weasel his way out of this trap, two women made their way to the counter. One was Nancy, who only caught the tail end of the conversation but was happy to see that Lottie was fine and managed to get something to eat for Thanksgiving. The other woman didn’t hear the commotion that happened but instead saw the guy with another woman leaning and touching him.
“Lottie!” “Nancy!”
“Babe!” “Honey?”
“Oh, don’t you honey me! I sent my boyfriend to get some ham for dinner and instead, he got a whole pig. And you are even paying for this whore too, you bastard.” The angry girlfriend stormed away, leaving the awkward, potential ex-boyfriend alone with a bill to pay. So he, not wanting to make a bigger mess, paid for the rocky mountain oysters and chased after the angry woman. All the while he backpedaled and begged his demanding girlfriend with, “It’s not what it looks like,” and “She came on to me,” to name a few.
Nancy smiled at the arguing couple and said, “That one problem down, one to go.” She turns and faces Lottie and the butcher of the store. “Thank you for making sure that the leech got his just deserts. And as for you!” Nancy held her hand out to Lottie “I will be taking those oysters.” Lottie glumly stuck her arm in her cleavage for the third time, taking the bag full of meat out and handling it to Nancy’s open hand.
“Thank you. By the way. If these are not from the sea, what are these?” The butcher smiled once again in a way that only she was in on the joke. “Why, steer testicles of course,” she said while feeling proud of herself. Nancy stared at the bag again, now knowing what she had. “Wait, was that man hitting on me?” Lottie said after the fact. Nancy and the butcher looked at each other and burst out into laughter. “Lottie, you are so slow,” Nancy said through the tears. “Of course I’m slow. It’s not easy to walk around with these.”