"I wish I could, but I've got customers in the changing room," she said, and I heard the sound of girls talking behind the curtain. A few seconds later, they emerged, each clutching a stack of new outfits.
I almost didn't recognise them, but after a second's reflection I saw that of course these were two of our classmates from Hesper High, Katy Curtis and Amber Sullivan. They were actually a level or two above people like Shelley and me on the social ladder, mostly because of their famous assets – Katy, a bubbly blonde, had the soon-to-be-senior class's roundest, bounciest, most-watched butt, and Amber was her busty counterpart, redheaded and with a sharper personality. I knew Katy from my math class (neither of us was exactly a whiz at school) and Amber had been tight with Shelley and our other friend Celeste until they'd drifted apart a couple years ago.
The reason I didn't recognise them was because they was so much more of them than the last time I'd seen them. Their figures still stood out, but it was a whole different story. Katy had gone from being a modestly curvy girl with a disproportionate bubble-butt to a pear-shaped fatty, her wide hips crammed into a pair of blue floral-print leggings and the bottom third of a a pillowy buddha-belly spilling over these and under her tank top. Meanwhile, Amber's tits had gone from impressive to ridiculous, a huge shelf of cleavage sticking out in front of her. In their shadow, a belly surged forward, and I was sure if she wasn't wearing a groaning pink lace bra they'd rest on it, despite their relative perkiness. She was crammed into a white sundress with an extravagant scoop neck – I was sure this was the kind of garment that was supposed to float around girls but it clung to every inch of Amber from her arm-fat pinched around the short sleeves to her thick thighs it reached only halfway down like a skin-tight clubbing outfit.
"We'll take them," said Amber to Shelley, dropping her large pile of clothes on the counter. "And I guess we'll wear these things out, too." She hitched up the dress by the bottom of the scoop neck, but the only effect was to make her tits jiggle uncontrollably.
"Oh, hey Conrad," said Katy, as Shelley came around the counter to snip the labels off their outfits, "how's it going?"
"Uh, good," I said, struggling valiantly to maintain eye contact and not look at her, well, anything. "How's your summer going?"
"It's GREAT," she beamed. "Amber and me just got back from a cruise – our parents are friends from way back, both our families went. Six weeks on the water – there was sunbathing, and a pool, and all-you-can-eat buffets at EVERY meal!"
Suddenly the penny dropped. "Ohh," I said. "Well, uh, that sounds awesome. Any more plans before school starts again?"
Katy shook her head as Shelley rang up the total, incipient double chin wobbling as she handed over the parental credit card. "Just relaxing, I guess – shopping, eating ice cream, hanging out by the pool; you know, summer stuff."
"Speaking of which," said Amber, picking up two stuffed full bags of clothes, "we're late to meet Annie down by the lake. Good to see you guys," she added vaguely as she bustled out the door, overflowing breast-flesh ajiggle again. Katy shrugged with a smile and, picking up her own bags, followed Amber out at the unhurried pace her rubbing thighs demanded.
Once they were safely out of earshot, I turned to Shelley, my eyes wide with disbelief. "WHAT."
She nodded. "I know, right? They came in here and had to try on like five different sizes before they worked out how big they actually were. It's a good thing the boss has been increasing her plus-sized stock. I even had to give Amber a whole new bra fitting."
My imagination kicked into overdrive. "So you've –"
"Touched them? Well, sort of, but so have half the football team," she said dismissively.
"Yeah, but not since – I mean – how much more –" I realised the question burning a whole through my brain halfway through asking it, and Shelley laughed.
"Technically, bigger than we have here, but we got her into a G-cup with a little work. I'll have to make a note, actually." She took a small red notebook about two-thirds full and scribbled something down.
"What's that?" I asked.
"This is for whenever someone comes in and nothing fits them, so we know where to expand the stock. Bigger bras, stretchier fabrics, reinforced buttons, bigger waistbands for the men... These days every store has to be plus-sized, especially somewhere like Hesper," she said. "Do you know my boss even wants ME to gain weight, so I'll make the customers feel more comfortable?"
"Really?" I was surprised how much this intrigued me. "Isn't that illegal or something?"
"She didn't say it outright, but she did mention that if I felt like I wanted to represent the store, I should be worried about dieting or anything. Which obviously I'm not," she joked, pinching the comparatively small roll of pudge that sat above her shorts. "But Ella, the boss, she's on the hefty side herself, and she's sure it helps with plus-size sales. She might just be rationalising how much she loves a sneaky trip to the PolyBurger drive-thru a few times a day, but whatever."
"So, um," I wondered nonchalantly, "are you going to do it?" I had to admit there was a certain fascination for me – I wasn't sure where it had come from, but I did want to see how this would play out.
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