“Maybe I should try something a little more… interesting,” Michelle mumbled to herself. She walked away from the mirror and back into the racks of clothing. She shifted her hips a little as she walked to adjust Cynthia inside her pussy. It was a little uncomfortable to have a dildo inside her constantly, but every time Michelle doubted Cynthia’s presence, it rubbed gently against Michelle getting her back toward an orgasm. The pleasure outweighed the occasional uncomfortable feeling. With her friend’s help, Michelle was in the perfect mood to find some sensual, erotic, and seductive lingerie.
Michelle walked back through the racks and through the Plain Jane section. All sets similar to what she was wearing already. As she moved from that section to the next, things began to get a little more interesting. The bras and panties began to show lace and then the panties turned to thongs. Teddies and baby-doll nighties came into view more and more. As she went further, corsets and bodices hung on the racks, and soon she even found herself near the girl who originally showed her the zipper panties. It was actually two sections of the store. One being a little classier than the other, although, to a casual observer, stripper lingerie verses hooker lingerie was academic. When one was among the variety Pleasure Island offered, there was a clear difference in style. One was merely for displaying the body while the other was for displaying and later using.
Although the patrons did not seem to notice or care. “Hey, Lucy, how do these shoes look?” a red-read in a green teddy asked. Her outfit was sheer with an open bust. She was showing her friend, a Japanese girl, a pair of clear plastic, platform stilettos. Stripper shoes. The six-inch heels really gave her some height.
“They look good, Ginger. Would I diss your shoes when I am wearing my own. The clear looks good. It will go with anything, but I prefer black,” Lucy told her friend as she stood nude before a mirror wearing her black, platform stilettos. She was holding a black corset that she wrapped around her waste. It had not panties or bra cups to it. It did not even have any laces. Michelle watched curiously as the girl pulled it around her waste and clasped it. At first, it appeared to be merely a bodice, but then some magic happened. The clasps closed themselves wrapping the garment around the girl. As soon as it secured itself, it began to mold itself around the girl. It pulled tighter and tighter as a normal corset would, but without the annoyance of laces and without any outside influence. In a moment, Lucy had a sixteen-inch waste and no side effects.
“Wow, this island is great. Not only is everything free, but magic does everything for us,” Ginger said as she admired her friend’s waste.
“Yea, and I don’t even feel short of breath or anything. This actually feels good,” Lucy explained as she turned and posed in front of the mirror looking over her body. “I mean, the look is giving me a sexual thrill, but there is also a feeling that is hard to describe… while my body was… adjusting, I just felt it, you know. You have got to try something like this.”
As Lucy and Ginger left to complete their outfits, she thought about the magic and what it had happened to her friend Cynthia. If Lucy felt good from just that, how did Cynthia feel? Was she even still around in there or was she merely a magical toy now? All these questions did not last long in the forefront of Michelle’s mind. She was too busying rubbing her panties and pushing her dildo back and forth. She stood there behind a rack and for the first time all night, worked herself all the way to an orgasm. The fact that she could barely hold herself back in public helped make it one of the best she ever had.
When she was done rubbing herself furiously, she felt Cynthia swell, it really helped at the end of her orgasm, but Michelle had already came and stopped and Cynthia returned to her normal, dildo self. Michelle took a moment to regain her composure and think about what to do next…