Indecent exposure part 2.
Elsewhere in the store, a shopping cart of odds and ends wheeled it's way down the aisles. Not the most uncommon sight save for the fact that no one seemed to be at the helm as the cart navigated it's way through the store, cornering and maneuvering with an almost ghostly degree of skill. While this was certainly strange, the shoppers of the Serv-u-Mart seemed to care very little or perhaps they just didn't notice the shopping cart was missing it's pilot. Deals and savings were on the line and any of the older shoppers of the Abbotsfield Serv-u-Mart would happily give you the stinkeye for looking into their own respective carts so it had become custom to shop as if you were the only person in the store. A custom that afforded an unusual patron his many shopping opportunities.
Sitting on a lovely sectional in the home furniture section was Urdan, Wizard of The Crimson Sun, Slayer of The Draconic Maw, Unifier of the Umbral Kingdoms. A hero, a scholar, a wizard. Clad in his gray robes adorned with his trademark Crimson detailing of threaded beads and wards of all kinds, Urdan was a relatively spritely man for an age of 432 earthly years. He prided himself on his neatly trimmed snow-white beard and healthy head of matching hair. He looked over a long and dusty scroll, scribbling and scratching with a quill as he muttered the contents of the page to himself. Soon, the trademark sound of rustling and squeaky wheels could be heard as Urdan lowered the scroll and saw that his cart had returned, full of items needed for his next scholarly expedition. The wizened man took one look at the cart and scratched several items off the list before putting the list into the pouch he wore around his belt. He rose, upsetting the adornments and trim of his robe as he stood, the sword of the demon king Herramon, a trophy he claimed in the realm of black magic, clanging at his side. With a dedicated gaze, Urdan began to walk to the checkout counter as his trusty, ensorcelled cart followed in toe.
He did not like to linger in the plane of mortals. It's air was unclean, it's cities were crowded, and it's people were arrogant and prideful despite knowing nothing of realms outside their own, only daring to dream of worlds beyond in fiction. However, In the centuries he'd been coming here, Urdan did marvel at the advancements mortal society had made without the help of the arcane arts. Towers of glass, transit through the skies, the people of the mortal plane were resourceful and Urdan certainly recognized these accomplishments. As such, there were components unique to this realm that Urdan had begun to incorporate into his sorcery with impressive results. If only somewhat begrudgingly, Urdan needed to return to the mortal plane to gather these items, and so he continued his quest.
As Urdan made his way to checkout, he ruminated on how smoothly his shopping trip had been going. Rarely did he come to this realm without raising some alarm from the locals, even as the people of Abbotsfield kept to their business in the hallowed grounds of the Serv-u-Mart, but this trip seemed to be going off without a hitch. As his cart sped off ahead of him, Urdan thanked his lucky stars for a smooth trip and rounded the corner of an aisle.
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Allie didn't have time to react before a strange man, clad in robes hurried his way around the corner and directly into the path of the two girls. Too late to course-correct, the tall brunette crashed into the shorter stranger, knocking the poor man over, spilling all manner of oddities and trinkets from his pockets as he collided with the aisle floor.
"Ohmygoodness! Are you ok?" Asked Allie as she reached out to give the man she had just demolished a hand. She eyed him up and down and then noticed the many objects that had fallen out onto the floor. Strange crystals, jewellery, and even bone lay strewn across the floor. Allie couldn't help but think this man was strange but, nevertheless, she offered him a hand.
Urdan sat in a stunned silence for a moment. While not physically hurt, the inconvenience he suffered at the hands of this mortal woman stung him. He surveyed his scattered belongings before turning to the culprit of his frustration and lay his fiery gaze upon her. What he saw surprised him. Instead of the normally slack jawed, self-centred simpletons he normally encountered, there stood a beautiful young woman, seeming almost angelic, wreathed in the glow of the fluorescent lighting. Her cascading brown hair tumbled over the shoulder of her outstretched arm. Urdan looked at her hand for a moment before following it up to see her face. Amid the expression of shock at nearly killing an elderly person, he could see the warmth and tenderness in her beautiful face. The wizard tried to find his words for a moment before taking Allie's hand. She hoisted Urdan to his feet and brushed the dust off his robe.
"I'm so sorry, mister. Are you ok? Do you need help picking up your stuff?"
As concerned for the man and his wellbeing as she was, Allie wanted to diffuse this situation quickly. Any attention brought upon her and Tiffany came with the potential that their cover would be blown and needed to quickly egress.
Urdan stood silently once more, now taking full stock of Allie as well as Tiffany, flitting his gaze back and forth, internalizing as much detail as he could. Never in his centuries of visiting the mortal plane had the wizard seen such gorgeous women yet here stood before him two young beauties that rivalled the fairness of even the Eldynian pixies.
"Mister?" Allie repeated.
Urdan's face grew beet red as he realized he had been so rudely staring for quite some time and quickly summoned some degree of composure.
"N-no! Young lady! That's quite alright. I wouldn't want to burden you with helping an old man pick up his trinkets!" Said Urdan insistently before continuing.
"Please accept my utmost apology, my young friends. I should have been more alert. Please, be on your way!" The wizard said with an embarrassed smile. Allie, left utterly confounded by this meeting, decided to take this opportunity to put some distance between them and this strange man and headed off to the woman's clothing department, leaving Urdan to pick up his belongings.
As the two went on their way, urdan couldn't help but sneak another look as they left. It had been quite some time since he had felt the hallmark singe of lust burn within him. His arcane research and numerous adventures left the wizard little time for romance. He savoured the feeling as he watched Allie and Tiffany walk away before turning to his belongings. Urdan got down on his knees and began collecting his things, lamenting that perhaps he should have gotten help.
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Nearing the woman's clothing department, Tiffany was the first to speak up after their awkward encounter with the strange patron of the Serv-u-Mart.
"What was that guy's deal? I didn't think anybody moved in a hurry around here."
"I don't know, babe. I'm just glad he was cool with it. Time spent helping a weirdo pick up junk has the potential to blow up our spot. We're lucky he didn't call a manager on us or something." Allie said thankfully.
"Anyway, we're here! And I don't see Ryan yet, but we can start without him."
Tiffany looked around. Unlike Allie, she wasn't able to see over some of the shelves and couldn't tell if they we're alone. On the way to the department they only saw a few people including their strange encounter but she knew anybody could round a corner at any moment. She was nervous, but she steeled herself, took a deep breath and looked to her mentor.
"I'm ready, Allie!" Tiffany exclaimed with a bravado that wasn't her own. She moved in closer to her taller compatriot and placed her arms around her shoulders.
"But you have to take my hips and guide me because this is a dance I don't know." Tiffany purred as she squeezed Allie tightly, placing on hand squarely on Allie's firm, round asscheek. In the days prior, the two of them had filmed 3 clips together and cammed live for 4 hours the night previous. Tiffany felt comfortable with Allie in a way she had never felt before, and as nerve wracking as this was, Tiffany knew her new friend and mentor would not lead her astray.
Allie couldn't help but giggle at the advance Tiffany had made. She placed one hand on Tiffany's shoulder and the other on her hip and began to sway back and forth as if the two were dancing a slow, sweet dance before smacking her shorter accomplice's thick ass.
"Bitch!" Tiffany laughed as the two broke from their dance. Allie removed her phone from her bra once more and again opened the camera, this time using the selfie camera as a mirror to check themselves over.
"We're looking sexy AF, babe!" Allie said as she vogued for a few selfies before switching her camera to video-recording mode. She gave Tiffany one final look as her thumb hovered over the record button. Tiffany nodded, and Allie counted down silently and hit the button to begin their filming.
"Hey guys!" Allie led in a hushed whisper. Even at a softer volume, she could barely contain her enthusiasm as she continued.
"Allie and Sweetie here! It's been a while since I last went out in public, huh? Well..."
Allie trailed off as she reached for the neckline of Tiffany's dress and pulled it down revealing her bare chest to the camera and anybody who happened to be looking. Tiffany blushed an embarrassed look, giggling as she pulled away. Allie centred herself in the camera, scanning briefly for any unwanted company before beginning to bounce in place, giving the viewers a delicious view of her generous cleavage as she hooked a finger in her tank top neckline and pulled it down.
"Do you like my big titties, Sweets?" Allie playfully asked to both Tiffany and the camera.
"Who doesn't?" Tiffany asked in turn as she stepped back into frame. Allie smiled and began to pull her breasts out of her bra, passing the camera to Tiffany as she found the job too tasking for one hand. Tiffany spun the camera around to focus on Allie's handiwork while keeping herself in the frame as best she could. With a satisfied grunt, Allie freed an impressive breast from her bra. Her thick, hard nipple felt so good in the open air, so brazen and liberated.
"I'll have a hell of a time getting them back in if I pull the other one out." Allie laughed, giving her shoulders a shake, sending her ample chest swaying back and forth. Tiffany lowered the camera to and moved in, bringing her lips to Allie's exposed breast as she began to tease the fat nipple with her tongue. Tiffany greedily licked and lapped at her mentor's tit as Allie moaned softly, keeping watch for unwelcome guests.
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Urdan had made a brief stop in the literature and magazines section, perusing the latest in mortal culture before retrieving a timepiece from his pocket. He furrowed his brow at the time and began to make his way to checkout before stopping for a moment to recall his previous encounter. It had been a very long time since Urdan had felt embarrassed, longer than some people's mortal lives. He had never felt so foolhardy. He turned to the direction that he had last seen the two mortal women and thought deeply. Should he apologize again? Should he say goodbye, offer them a token of his sincerity? Urdan was confused, something that rarely happened to the wizard. Perhaps he didn't even want to say apologize, perhaps he just wanted to see them again before he left, almost certain that he would never see such fair creatures anywhere else. He felt stupid, as if ensorcelled by their siren song, but he couldn't deny that he had felt earthly feelings that he had not thought of in centuries.
The wizard headed deeper into the store, past the aisle where their fates had collided so literally. Deeper and deeper still until he came to the women's clothing department. He caught a glimpse of the shorter girl, the one in the dress that he hadn't spoken with. They were moving, going somewhere, but he had a bead on them. Urdan drew closer, the two of them now coming into view around.
The wizard's jaw dropped to the floor. He could not believe his own eyes. As if a mind flayer had taken hold of his desires and materialized them to taunt the poor wizard, he saw the two young women as they engaged in their mischievous conduct. Not since the Nymphs of Sek'lorrin had Urdan seen such flagrant displays of passion. So carefree, so wanton. The wizard felt a sensation building, blood flowing to a part of his being he had not noticed in years. He felt lightheaded, like he was going to faint right then and there, but he could not turn away.
In that moment, as Tiffany gently teethed on her nipple, Allie scanned the store and locked eyes with the stranger from before.
"Oh shit!" She exclaimed as she hurriedly tried to tuck her hefty boob back into her bra. Urdan, spooked by his sudden discovery, fell backwards again onto the floor, not noticing the faint crunch of glass that was muffled by his falling robed body. He scurried to his feet and quickly made his exit, more embarrassed than ever. As the shamed wizard fled, a fine blue powder seeped out of his robe and onto the aisle floor, laying dormant for a moment before stirring, as if being moved by some enchanted wind. The powder, caught in the ensorcelled breeze, flew towards the objects of Urdan's earthly affection, spreading so thinly that neither Allie nor Tiffany noticed the strange crystalline powder that danced around them in the very air they breathed.
Startled and fearful at the prospect of being caught so soon, Allie's heart pounded in her chest. Tiffany, spooked by the commotion and unsure of what had transpired, asked her partner.
"What just happened, babe?"
"Nothing." Allie replied, half laughing, half catching her breath.
"I think it was just that homeless guy. No big deal."
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
While scouting the store, the girls are met with a strange encounter.
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