Chapter 164: Touristy Things

So, with this herbal pill Molly gave me I will feel good, but I won’t cum or get hard. Will that actually still stop me from attracting girls who might be interested in having sex with me?

After packing up we checked out before hearing from the airbase toward the Budweiser Brewery. Molly wanted to do the tour before we got back on the road. I was surprised when they didn’t bat an eye at us taking the tour without any adults chaperoning us. They even offered us small samples of the various beers they made there, but we declined. It was one of the touristy things on Molly’s bucket list to do before making our long and slow way home. We weren’t in any hurry.

During our trip north Molly told me that we were going to see a few places in Chicago before we headed toward the Mall of America in Minnesota. Her plan was for us to have three days there before going to see some Indian reservations in South Dakota. After that our trip would stop in Colorado, after we stopped somewhere along the way to get our appearances changed. We were going to Cheyenne Mountain for Molly to see NORAD and all the places hidden inside the nuclear apocalypse-proofed mountain base. Our friend would be along for the ride, so to speak.

From all the hype my social studies classes in middle school had made over Chicago, it wasn’t any different to me than any other big city. We went to where Molly wanted to go visit before going to get a large Chicago pie. Molly joked that if the Cubs were playing, we would have gone to watch part of a game. Instead we started our drive toward Minnesota. She picked one of the better hotels for the night so we could get plenty of sleep. After, thoroughly, making sure nothing was going to make me get a boner, unless I used the place in my head, we headed to bed. In the morning she was very happy to find me spooned up behind her with my limp dick resting between her legs, just as it had been when we went to sleep.

On the way to the mall she told me this was going to be a big test for her. It was huge and they predicted a larger than average number of people due to some big sales as the stores tried to clear out inventory. So many people that close to her, with some bumping into her, meant she would need to work hard to focus on not freaking out. To help her cope she told me she had a lot of other things going on in her mind.

I am starting to really love Molly like a super best friend, with benefits, but she is really plunging into the deep end and not knowing if she will swim or panic.

Once parked Molly grabbed my hand to lead us to the less congested areas of the mall. She seemed to do well as we walked on the walkways between the stores, only taking a few breaks from having everyone stepping on us or strollers trying to run us over. After a small lunch she pulled me into Dick’s. We ended up in the Juniors and girls swimsuit section.

She has something cooking in that super-computer brain of hers. Why else would she have gone in to the changing room alone with her selections?

Molly wasn’t even in the changing rooms when I heard a girl arguing, loudly, with her mother about one of the suits. The girl was wearing a bikini bottom that was two sizes too big because she was trying to cover up the baby fat she still had around her middle. All the bottoms were doing for her was showing that she had a very fleshy mound covered by a monstrous mass of hair. The top was two sizes too small for her cone-shaped breasts. When not trying to find a way to have the bottoms sort of cover her pussy, she was fighting to get one, or sometimes both, back into the top.

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. I just can’t let her even try to go out with the way that suit is on her. Her friend is having way too much fun letting the girl talk herself into the bikini as it is now. The mom gave up so she staying out of it completely.

When I saw another, smaller, version of the girl come out in an even worse fitting top and bottom, I knew I couldn’t stop myself.

I headed right over to the racks to get the right sized top and boy shorts bottoms only one size larger than the older girl needed. The size she really needed now would be tight on her in a few weeks. For, what had to be her younger sister, I got the one-piece version of the bikini she was trying to wear.

I went to the younger girl first, got down on my knee and told her, “Huh uh. If you think that size and fit of that bikini are great, you need to just go pull a piece of dental floss between your legs and put stickers on your nipples. It will show less of your body than I can see now. The first time you jump in the pool that top will be gone. If you dive in, you will surface naked. Give it a year. By then you won’t be stuck between little girl and junior sized bikinis. Go put this on instead. It will show everyone you aren’t a flat-chested little girl with the start of curves, but still be modest enough to hide what you want to keep hidden from their eyes. Trust me, I’m a guy and I know you will look great in it. Not a single person is going to say you are cute wearing what you have on now. They will when you wear the one-piece suit.”

The younger girl was grinning ear to ear as she bolted for the changing room she was sharing with her sister. Her sister being my next target.

“You have to see what I’m seeing. What will a few seconds hurt? I can promise you I will get you the look you want that you are so desperately unable to do yourself,” I told her as I gently held her hand as I walked her to the sets of mirrors. “Those bottoms aren’t hiding much when you are standing. When you sit everything will be on display. Do we need to even discuss the top? You have great looking breasts, but you would look better wearing a tank-top braless than wear that. Please do us all a favor and change into these instead. The bottoms are a bit loose to give you room to grow into them while still having enough hold to not slid off without someone pulling down on them. Best of all, you don’t have to deal with taming the black forest between your legs until you are ready to trim it back. I’m not going to get you the right size you need in bikini bottoms since that would mean you have to shave yourself bald, or get waxed, every day to wear them. If they don’t work for you there is a great one-piece that will only require a bit of trimming back at the sides. You’ll love the top. It shows some side boob while keeping the rest safely hidden away.”

The older girl talked it over with her friend before going to the changing room. I was looking straight inside it when she opened the door. Her little sister only had one foot in the suit. Her eyes locked on my goggles. Right as I expected she had just enough fat to say she had breasts and a puff ball of hair at the top of her mound. I gave her smile and waved. I grinned before putting my finger to my lips right as sister closed the door.

Might as well head over close to the door. The little sister is going to wait for her sister to be naked before walking out and leaving the door wide open. Fair is fair after all.

I was only a few feet away when the door opened. Inside the older sister didn’t exactly freak out, but she didn’t like that I was seeing a pink cave deep inside her massive forest and her slightly odd shaped tits. Without closing the door, she pulled on the boy shorts and reached for the original top.

“Nope. That is the wrong one and so is the new one. Hang on a second, I will be right back,” I told her.

Once I saw her boobs, I knew the problem I missed due to not having seen them bare. The way they were popping out before was clear now. Instead of being mostly round, like most girl’s breasts, hers were oval shaped. The edges of the oval touched in the middle of her chest with the outer edges touching her sides. No bikini top for her this year. As luck would have it there was a tankini that would make her look stunning, even with her still having some baby fat. It was a slightly different pattern than the bikini she had worn before, but had oranges, pinks and yellow that were better to hide her flaws.

There is only so much the perfect suit can do for someone. She will just have to hope it is enough for what she has in mind.

Going back to the changing room I just opened the door, stepped in, closed it, stripped her out of the boy shorts, got her into the new tankini and then took out all the other suits she and her sister had tried on out with me. I saw her mom look over to see me existing the changing room. I watched her eyebrows arch up so I headed right to her before she got into a huff.

“Seriously? I was in there less than a minute. I know that it wouldn’t take all that long to pop my cork if I was all ready to go. How about a deal. If what she has on now doesn’t completely blow you away you can call security on me. I do still have to go find a slightly different design. I missed that her butt was higher than most. If you think she was picking the other suit out of her crack a lot already, as soon as it gets wet that is all she will be doing. They have one almost like that, but with a slightly different design that will be better on her,” I said as I took the younger sister over to pick out colors of the suit by the other major brand they had here.

Her big sister was still staring at herself in the changing room when her little sister opened the door, pushed her out and pulled me in. I didn’t even ask if she wanted help, I just stripped the suit off her and got the new one on. A slight adjustment of it between her legs and then a few tugs to smooth the top of the suit downward, to give her some cleavage, and we were heading back out to go over to her mom. From the pictures she was taking of the older girl I figured I was off the hook.

I bet she didn’t even see me go in with her younger daughter. Maybe she did and wanted to see if I would do something with her while her big sister had her distracted.

Not wanting to guess wrong again, I quickly had myself not see the older girl’s friend’s clothes. She was dead on what I expected. Her body was perfect, with a perfectly groomed pussy already, to rock the hell out of almost every bikini here. Using the colors of her clothes and underwear, I went over, got the exact size she needed, grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty changing room next to the one the sisters had been using.

“I promise I’m not going to molest you or even touch you anywhere enough to get you excited, or even get me excited,” I told her as I already had her down to just her panties. “Not even if you want me to do that.”

As I had done so many times before I was already tying her bikini top in place before she even really processed that there was a boy in here that just stripped her naked. When she was just about to react, I put my hand over her eyes and led her from the changing room. I took her right over to the area where they had the mirrors before uncovering her eyes. I went over to her friend.

“See. I told you she would amaze you in that suit. If her little sis keeps on like she is right now, she won’t have any problems with any of the tiniest bikinis she wants as long as she gets completely waxed,” I told her as I went over to go in Molly’s changing room.

She was sitting there waiting for me to come in and hadn’t even tried on a single suit.

I smiled as I told her, “You do know that I saw that none of those was even close to your size as you were walking in here, even if you would actually wear one of them to swim. I know you were testing me. When you see the two sisters you will see why I just couldn’t resist helping them or dressing them in the perfect suits. The younger girl wanted to be naked in there with her. She will definitely be thinking about me when she is rubbing herself off in bed tonight.”

We hadn’t managed to sneak off undetected. The younger girl came running at me and jumped up in the air. Instinctively I caught her as she got her arms around my neck and legs around my stomach. My hands ended up under her butt as I held her up. I got a big hug and then a kiss on the cheek to thank me for helping her look like a big girl when her body wasn’t quite ready for big girl bikinis. Her big sister and friend were waiting their turn to thank me as well. The friend molded her body to mine as she whispered that they had two unisex bathrooms here if I wanted to let her show me how much she really liked her new suit. The older sister told me that her mom could go look at some other things for fifteen to twenty minutes if I wanted to slip into the changing room with her, her little sister, and her friend.

“Well, it would be pretty scuzzy to slip off for some fun while my friend is stuck waiting on me. Plus, your sister is a little too young to be participating, or even watching, the kind of fun I think you have in mind. Thanks for the offer though. You seriously pumped up my ego a ton,” I told her before pulling her into a hug and giving her a kiss on the lips.

Molly saw the look in my eyes and gave me a quick wave to do what she was pretty sure I had in mind.

She is getting pretty good at reading me and the crazy things that cross my mind.

I had already seen the suit that I was going to give the girl’s mom. The colors matched her complexion perfectly and the women at the pool will be complaining that their husbands couldn’t look away from her. She could expect her husband to hear something similar from the guys later.

I handed it to her and said, “You don’t even have to try the suit on. It will be a perfect fit. Expect to catch hell from your neighbors about their husbands, and sons, reactions to seeing you wearing it. No one will be able to tell that you had two kids that gave you your wide hips. It also shapes your stomach and shows off those incredible baby feeders.”

Damn! She blushed. Really blushed. Even her daughters didn’t blush when I was staring at their nude bodies.

When she stood up to give me a mom hug in thanks she slipped something into my back pocket.

Once we were on the way to the next store Molly had me pull whatever it was out and read it.

“If you can get away from your sister for a few hours, we are staying at a hotel near the mall. My husband couldn’t make the trip this time,” the note started. “I can promise you that you will enjoy helping them with an interactive sexual education class. All three are virgins.”

Molly burst out laughing for a whole second before she was back to being Molly.

When we got to one of the lingerie shops. We played tug of war as she tried to pull me in with her.

She does need better underwear than the discount store stuff. It may be functional, but I can tell it isn’t all that comfortable for her.

If they didn’t have a high school computer and glee club convention going on inside the store. Molly pulled my goggles up, looked me right in the eyes and put her hands on her hips.

Ok, ok. I get it. You are being a bit of a bitch though since you made sure I wouldn’t be up for anything.

I didn’t even bother trying to wander around to help Molly find what she wanted. She had practical and sexy panty and bra sets. We both knew they were a perfect fit so she grabbed some intimate apparel and PJs to take back for her to try on to see what she thought. She pointed to a bench right along the wall outside the fitting rooms.

Good job David. You lasted ten minutes before you finally got so disgusted with the ditz measuring every girl’s breasts wrong.

When she came past to go check out a few women, I grabbed the tape out of her pocket. A few of the girls that came out to get an opinion from their friends were instant fixes. The bras they had weren’t doing anything for them, not even providing any real support. I went to the bins, where the woman had been getting the wrong sizes for them and got the right ones for each girl in various colors. Whenever one went back into the changing room I went to the door, held the right sized bras over the top and told them these were what they needed. I soon had a shocked group of seven girls standing outside their changing room, in their bras, after they looked in the mirror. They then asked the other girls how the bra I gave them looked.

Two girls walked out of the changing rooms wearing only see-through lingerie. I asked them to go back into the changing rooms to take off what they had on. I would be back. Both girls had C-cups and a wide crotch. What they had tried on made them look like whores instead of horny girls wanting to be sure they got someone in the mood. I found them ones that had support for their tits, and in much better colors, than the plain black ones they had tried on. Their being on sale for seventy-five percent off on the clearance rack would really be the kicker. I got kisses, and a little feel of their nice butts, before they want to change back into their street clothes so they could let someone else use their changing rooms.

The next two girls that came back to try things on caused me a bit of trouble for me. Not a single thing they had would fit them and I told them so. I sat back on the bench to wait for Molly. Both came out looking like whores who didn’t take off their panties during a whole day of getting laid. They bras were two cup sizes too big with a band size six inches larger than they needed. When they turned to get their boyfriend’s attention, the bras slipped up over their tits. Two steps toward the guys was all that it took for their panties to fall to the floor. Everything they had was on display when the two knuckle-dragging jocks came into the changing area.

“What are you looking at freak? You perving on our girls,” they said as they rushed over to where I was sitting.

I stood up and said, “I am here waiting on my friend to find herself some new underwear. I tried let the girls know that what they had was the wrong size.”

Oh great. Less between their ears than their blond bimbo girlfriends.

Both morons then started to make a big scene about me looking at their girlfriends. Period. They were more interested in appearing to defend their girlfriend’s honor than realizing the girls were standing there naked for everyone to see. The two sluts were openly playing with their soaked pussies and pinching their nipples as the Neanderthals got all up in my face. When I ignored them, they got all up in my face before pushing me to get me to take a swing at them. Just to be sure everyone know they were morons they started calling me a wimp.

“Uh, no. If I was a wimp I would have been long gone. It just so happens that I know to keep my hands away other people unless I want to spend a night in jail. The cops won’t care one bit that you each outweigh me by two hundred pounds or that two of you are doing your best to provoke me to take a swing at you,” I told them. “You aren’t really serious pissed off that someone saw your girlfriend’s underwear fall off. If you are then don’t turn around. Everyone in the store and a few dozen outside the store are having a great look that them right now. But wait, there’s more. This store has security cameras everywhere to prevent shoplifting. I’m sure the mall security is enjoying being able to zoom in to get great look from multiple angles.”

These morons are too stupid to even get a clue.

“Why you little mother fucking pervert! You’re filming our girls? I’m going to crush you like the little cockroach you are,” One of the dumb jocks said.

I warned them and there are plenty of people, plus security cameras and the camera phones taking video, to back me up.

My goggles popped up a message saying “The security guards aren’t the only ones enjoying close-up feeds of this action. It is now streaming to every phone, tablet, and television in the mall. It is even showing on all screens in the movie theatre. You are well within your rights to defend yourself, should to desire to have a physical altercation.”

Moron one decided he had the right to take a swing at me. Everyone watching could see him telegraphing what he was going to do.

Might as well let them have a good show of some high school’s best and brightest failing miserably to beat up a scrawny fifteen-year-old that looks closer to thirteen.

I waited until he started to swing, waited until his body was moving enough that he couldn’t stop his momentum and then sat back down on the bench where I had been waiting for Molly. His meaty fist sailed over my head to hit the drywall with a boom so loud that people jumped back or ducked for some sort of cover.

With Moron one having missed, moron two took his own shot at me. To be sure he wouldn’t miss, like moron number on, he got a good hold on my shirt and then jerked me up off the bench. He was the faster of the two, but not by much. As he started his punch, I lifted my arms straight up in the air and slid out of my shirt.

I hope someone gets this on video. I want to post it to the world’s biggest morons. The look on his face stating at the empty shirt in one hand, as his other was smashing into the mirror, is priceless. Seven years of bad luck for you. Eighteen if one of the buns in the girl’s ovens is yours.

When I heard the glass from the mirror cracking, I leaned down and pushed off between the two morons towards their girlfriends. I got my arms out to let me get them around the waists of the girls so they were safe from the top part of the big mirror falling right towards them. To keep moving though the girls I overexaggerated my arms going out to the sides and then back behind me to let my momentum carry me between them to fall onto the floor.

If not for the thick carpeting in this area the mirror would have sent thousands of glass shards into the crowd. Only my shoulders and sides of my arms contacted their hips where I lifted them slightly to move then out of the way. My hands were palms out in plain sight. That will be clear on the video footage.

I got up to look at the damage and find moron one heading toward me like he had the ball and was trying to force a hole through the middle of the lineup.

Once he gets going, he is a lot faster than I would have guessed.

He was still six feet away from me so I let him continue to build up speed. Once he was close enough to touch me, I took a big side step out of his way. I was seeing a trend in moron one’s behavior. He hadn’t bothered to do more than figure out how to hit me hard. Without me in his way he slammed his shoulders into the two bimbos hard enough that all three hurtled toward the crowd of people watching. Some of the onlookers responded fast enough to get out of the way. The rest ended up pushed into a table that collapsed under their weight.

I should have been keeping an eye on moron two.

It was too late to dodge when moron number two slammed into me. My shield reacted instantly to absorb all of the force of his body. Luckily no one was looking at us, well except those looking at the video feeds. All they would see is what looked like I used my arm to push myself away from him. He slammed into the people that had moved out of the way of moron one.

I hope the cameras here didn’t catch me giving him that little push as I tripped him.

I didn’t want them hurting anyone else so I pushed energy into the bodies of the people, who he was about to slam into, so he glanced off away from them.

Molly is going to have to tell me if the crowd redirecting him away is what caused him to fall halfway through the wall before he came to a stop.

Luckily, he had dropped my t-shirt so I put it back on and went back to my seat on the bench. I knew there were going to be a lot of questions. I didn’t want to seem like I was trying to go anywhere lest they add some bogus charge for evading questioning or arrest.

I could make myself disappear to the cameras and slip out with everyone else, but the mall cops would find me before I could make it to the car. Might as well sit here and take my lumps.

I didn’t expect to see the local police cuffing the two bimbos. A female officer put the girl’s belongings from the changing room into clear plastic bags and then sealed them. Two large, buff cops, who looked like poster boys for the Marines, cuffed the two morons. Each had their rights read to them, loudly, so it was on the store video and clear to anyone recording this on their phones. To remove any doubt there were two officers behind the morons using their phones to record everything.