As I follow the map, crisscrossing up the many streets towards the marked Big-Mart on the scrawled piece of paper, I begin to fumble with the chocolate nut bar Nick had given me. A smirk breaks out across my face as I pull at the plastic wrapper, my hips swaying confidently as I revel in the effect my body and sweet demeanor had on that young man.
With the spitting rain still coming down I pull my beanie a little more tightly down around my head, covering the back of my neck and leaving a little bit of butterscotch hair poking out as a cute little fringe.
With my stomach growling more and more I quickly pop the chocolate bar into my mouth, groaning softly in happiness as I taste the sweet moreish chocolate on my tongue. Before I can even think about it I hastily devour the whole thing, cramming it into my mouth as my cheeks puff out in an adorably squirrel-like fashion.
"Thatsh sho good" I mutter, my words getting muffled by the food in my mouth as I struggle to get it all down. With a bit of chew and a heavy swallow I manage to finish it off, leaving me craving some more chocolate now that I'd had a taste.
"Since when did I like chocolate so much?" I whisper to myself, licking my plump pink lips in search of any missed morsel. "Is this...someone else's tastes?" I wonder, my train of thought being derailed as I see the red glow of the Big-Mart sign spreading ambiently through the hazy rain.
Approaching the large building I can't help but look at it in a state of awe. It seemed so much larger than I remember, at least since I had become an adult. I'm snapped from this shocked state as I feel the wind pick up, a reminder that I may only have a short period of time to get things for the apartment before it begins to bucket down again.
With that urging I quickly rush towards the massive automatic doors, my tiny legs carrying me far less distance with each stride than I was used to. Before long however I make it to through the massive doors, the pale fluorescent light causing me to squint as I adjust to the harsh industrial lighting.
For a moment I'm completely lost, more so than I had been so far in this new body, as I am mentally pulled in every direction at once while I try to work out where to go first. Taking a deep breath I head over to the shopping carts, wrangling one from the rest and heading into the store proper.
"Blankets, bin...bin..." I mutter under my breath, trying to remember what I had come here for. Looking down at my hands on the shopping cart's handle I spy my bountiful breasts in the periphery of my vision, the faint outline of my small yet hardened nipples poking through the strained sweater. "Bras...Underwear" I continue the list, chewing at my lip as I feel a slight tingle in my groin at the realization of what I was showing complete strangers.
Deciding to do this methodically I begin to move around the store in a counter-clockwise manner. Big-Marts were rather interestingly designed, broken up into different quadrants; Home, Clothing, Groceries, and Toys with a large check out in the center of the store.
Making my way into the home section I begin to look for some cheap sheets to cover the now pussy juice-soaked mattress. However, I only manage to make it to the kitchen section before I find myself getting distracted. A little gasp escapes my lips as I see a hardwood knife block at the back of one of the aisles.
"Oh, I need that" I squeak, wheeling the cart down the aisle and well off course.
I quickly throw the knife block into the cart, smiling adorably as I look down at it.
"Wait...I needed a sharpener" I mutter, glancing around the aisle. It doesn't take too long to find what I was looking for, a small coarse metal rod with a wooden handle that matches the knife block. I can't help but squeal in delight at having a matching set before recoiling at how much I cared about all this.
"I...yeah...I mean that'll work" I say with a cough, trying to play it cool for no one in particular.
Returning to the main causeway around the store I slow down, keeping an eye out for a garbage bin as well. Eventually, I spy a medium-sized steel pedal-operated can, just the right size to sit next to the countertop. Taking it in two hands I lift it into the cart, my face dropping as I realize how short my arms were now. Opening the garbage bin I drop the knife block and sharpener inside, smirking as I realize I also just got a shopping bag.
Passing out of the kitchen area I find myself in the bathroom section. As I walk by the aisles I snag a few odds and ends I figure I'd need, some toothpaste and a brush along with a towel for later tonight.
Before long I manage to make it to the bedroom section, another dull throb crushing my skull as I see some loose arrangements of potted house plants.
"Aloe Vera, Snake Plants, Pencil Cactus..." I giddily mutter under my breath, my eyes darting over the labels and my mind drinking deep of the information they conveyed. Without a second thought, I drop in a few pots of aloe vera and the snake plants. "I mean....they're good for filtering air...I think" I mutter unsurely, something in me telling me that I was correct even though I didn't quite remember where I had heard that.
I'm barely able to pull myself away from the assorted plants, a painful ache in my heart building as I find myself wanting to take them all home. However, with one last push of willpower, I manage to continue further into the bedroom section. Deeper into the store I manage to find the bedding, a colorful area filled with all manner of designs and patterned sheets. Creeping through slowly I try to find what I'd need before going to bed tonight.
"Pillows..." I mutter under my breath, snatching a set of soft memory foam pillows from a basket and placing them gently in the cart.
"Blanket..." I continue, grabbing a large plastic bag containing a heavy woolen blanket before simply carrying it by the handle.
"Cover...and...Sheets" I say as I finish my long-drawn-out sentence, spotting the wall of color that leaves me stunned. My eyes dart over it all, trying to find something to buy. I quickly find what I'd usually go for, a set of off-white sheets and a simple pale-colored cover for the blanket. However, as I look at it I find my gaze being drawn away.
"What the...fuck" I mutter in confusion at my lack of interest, my eyes going wide as I spot something different. Leaving the cart behind I quickly jump up, barely reaching a dark red and purple cover for the blanket I had just bought. "I...I love this...so moody...alluring..." I whisper to myself, my heart racing as I find my new fashion tastes extending beyond merely my clothes. I quickly dump the cover into the cart before returning to the sheet, finding a nice dark set to provide a backdrop to the blanket.
With all my bedding in the cart I begin to walk away, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at all the strange items I had bought. From the compelled purchases for the kitchen and the plants to the dark and evocative sheets, there was barely anything the old me would have bought in here.
My discontent with my situation only grows as I enter the next quadrant, clothing. I slowly begin to walk towards the men's section, freezing up and spinning towards the women's clothes as my face grows a deep tomato red.
"I...uh...this is where I shop, idiot me" I berate myself under my breath, wheeling my cart in amongst the rows and rows of shelves. Immediately my new fashion sense begins to take a grip over my focus, pulling me towards a shelf full of sneakers and heavy practical boots. An excited feeling builds inside of me, overshadowing the discontent, as I begin to slip off one of my shoes in search of my shoe size.
"Eight...got...it" I mutter slowly, sliding the off-brand Van's back on as I quickly grab a gorgeous pair of black steel-capped boots and a set of heeled suede boots. I reel at the sight of the heel, but something inside simply needs that pair of shoes. With my face twisting between a look of total glee and one of terror I begin to move through the aisles in search of underwear.
As I head up and down the lines of shelves I struggle to find the essentials I am after. Instead, I keep finding things that somehow find their way into the cart. A plain black sweater, two new pairs of jeans with one being a navy blue and the other being a distressed worn blue, a dark crimson dress with a low neckline which appears fairly tight in the torso before growing light and airy down bellow, and a heavy feeling brown shawl cardigan.
"What...what the fuck is wrong with..." I whimper, trailing off as I look at the clothes and am overcome with joy at the thought of trying them all on. "...me".
Finally, after a long and distraction-filled search I find what I was originally looking for. The shelves are filled with all manner of bras and panties, the colors, material, and patterns providing an almost overwhelming about of choice.
I begin to potter around the shelves, finding myself leaning towards darker and lacy sets. However, as I pick up a heavy underwire bra I realize something, I have no clue what my actual size is. I begin to squirm on the spot, unsure of what to do. "Should I...try it in the changing room...or..." I whisper nervously under my breath, my lip beginning to quiver a little.
"Are you okay Ms.?" calls out a voice from the end of the aisle, the tone sounding out with an almost motherly concern. I whip my head around, my lip still quivering, in search of the source of the voice. Approaching me is a plump older woman, most likely in her late fifties, dressed in the bright red shirt and black dress pants that made up the Big-Mart uniform. Her skin was rather weathered, with many subtle blemishes covering her arms and face, her deep blue eyes practically radiating with understand and kindness.
"I...uh...I'm sorry but I just moved here but myself, and I...I'm not sure how the sizes...and I've recently gotten a...a little smaller" I ramble nervously, craning my head to look up at the woman and finding myself unable to make a coherent sentence.
"It's okay dear, changes happen" she says warmly, a slight croak in her voice showing her age. She pauses for a moment, eyeing me up with an expert eye for a few moments and causing me to fidget anxiously. "You were looking at the purple ones?" she asks, turning back to the shelves.
"Lacy...Purple" I whimper, averting my gaze as I begin to blush.
"Well...If you're needing a new wardrobe...These...should...do" the older woman states, grabbing a variety of purple, red, and black bras from the shelves. By the end I'm left with a set of lacy purple lingerie, a black and a red push-up bra, a black sports bra, and two standard purple bras.
"Th...thank you...um..." I mutter, extremely embarrassed by this whole thing.
"Angie, it's lovely to meet you dear" the woman says.
"I'm Mia" I reply, looking up at her. "Nice to meet you too"
"When you get to the counter tell them you're my niece" she says with a wink. "They'll give you five percent off"
"I...uh...I mean...Thank you" I squeak, struggling to maintain my composure as I grow more and more emotional.
"No problem dear, be sure to come back if you need any more help with settle in" Angie states before heading back to the main causeway and heading in the opposite direction that I was heading in.
Standing in the underwear aisle I begin to sniffle, my hands balling up into fists as I fight back tears for the second time today. "What...what is wrong with..." I whimper, tilting my head back in a last-ditch effort to prevent myself from crying. "Since when was I so...oh..." I squeak, realizing that I was now filled with a strange new blend of teenage hormones doing who knows what to my brain.
With my lip still quivering I begin to slowly walk out of the aisle, quickly snatching up a bulk pack of black panties. Following my path around I begin to close in on the Grocery section, pausing for just a moment as I grab a large pack of oversized black men's shirts.
"For around the house" I mutter, trying to make a decision about my clothing that wasn't driven by my trip to the Swap Clinic.
As I approach the small grocery section at the back of the store I brace myself to get hit by the mental shock of my cooking skills swap. However, I find it affecting me far less than earlier. It was as though I was either used to it now, or it had run out of impactful things to hit me with. Instead I simply find myself whispering to myself as I move between shelves, collecting up useful items that were either good value or too essential to leave behind.
"I need a good spice blend"
"Eggs are versatile...but...with some canned tomato and some chickpeas I can make a decent meal"
"Oat milk is fine for cooking, oh I'll need some rice for a good risotto"
"Oh I need some tea and coffee...and a kettle"
Before I know I'm on the other side of the miniature supermarket, the bin in my cart close to overflowing with various jars, cans, cartons, and other items of food. With a deep breath I begin to shuffle to the center of the store, heading up to the checkout with my eclectic assortment of items. There is no line as I approach, most likely thanks to the heavy storm that had been raging outside, and I am immediately called up to the counter.
Nervously I begin to unload my cart, the woman at the end quickly scanning and bagging up the items. The redheaded woman, in her early thirties, is hearing the exact same sort of uniform I had seen Angie wearing earlier. She smiles weakly at me as she watches me frantically try to keep up with the speed of her pack, fighting back a giggle as I struggle to get the more unwieldy items onto the conveyor belt.
As the last item is scanned she begins to place as many of the bags as she can in the bin, helping to consolidate the things as I had down during my shop. I push the cart through as I approach the woman, my eyes spying her name tag pinned to her chest.
"Hi...uh...Rachael" I squeak, smiling at her as I try to maintain eye contact.
"Your total is five hundred and twenty dollars" she declares a little dispassionately, obviously having grown fairly bored while on her shift.
My blood runs cold as I hear the total, realizing that I lacked that much money at the minute, at least until I could find a way to transfer my savings or until the start of the week. "I...um...I'm Angie's niece" I mutter nervously, unsure how much I could get away with considering this woman's disinterest.
Rachael pauses for a moment, eyeing me up and down before shrugging. "Sorry, four hundred and ninety-four" she says in the same flat tone.
I let out a sigh of relief, reaching into my tight jeans and fiddling heavily to pull my bank card free from being pinned between my soft plump thigh and the straining denim. I quickly set my new PIN, paying for the items as my heart sinks at the thought of how much I just spent.
As the receipt comes out Rachel drops it in the bin, passing me the bag containing the wool blanket and nudging the bin in my direction. "Have a good day Angie's niece" Rachael says with a knowing smirk, causing me to blush as I hastily try to juggle my many items.
I quickly begin to make my way towards the exit, my arms already beginning to grow sore from the weight of my shopping as I approach the doors. My arms wrap around the heavy metal canister, pinning to uncomfortably to my heaving breasts, squishing the malleable fat in a painful yet somehow pleasurable way.
Looking out through the massive glass doors my jaw drops, noticing what had once been spitting rain slowly building in intensity as the break in the storm slowly comes to an end.
"This isn't going to be a fun walk" I whine, stepping out into the rain one last time as I begin to race home.
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