FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“So you didn't buy him?" Anon asked, as the four of them walked towards the department store section of the BuyMart.

“Yeah, we met at work- We worked at the same music supplies store," She explained.

“So, what, you just fell off an AnthroDyne truck on the way for delivery?" Bloona mirthfully prodded Zeppo, who looked over his shoulder as he walked, still naked despite his featureless body.

“No, my owner abandoned me. He kicked me out and never gave a reason, and I don't like talking about it, alright?" Zeppo glared behind him, his red dragon face scrunched up into a slight scowl. It evidently was a huge sore spot for him, and though his anger shone through, behind it there was a sad uncomfortability in his voice and his eyes.

“Alright, dang, that's rough buddy," Bloona shrugged, hefting up her nearly finished nanite smoothie and readjusting Anon's sweatshirt she wore in lieu of the rest of her shredded clothes, which had thus far been deposited into a trash can. “So you're still working there?" She asked.

“No. I'm a model now. I model clothes for a bunch of different companies. Turns out it's really useful to be able to change your height and body type in seconds," he explained. "Plus I can model alternative pants and underwear since I've got a tail. Turns out a couple companies make pants for humans with, like, tail or wing bionics 'n stuff, as well as other anthro androids like us." He paused for a second. “...And I also take… odd jobs. AZCs are popular at pool parties." He almost sounded embarrassed by this factoid. Jane just pulled him into herself as they walked, her hand around his hip.

"Huh," Anon said, Bloona finishing up her smoothie as she paced forward. “Wonder if they've got any of those kinda pants here?"

"So if you work for these companies, don't you get clothes for free?" Bloona put forth, dumping the cup in a trash can after loudly sucking up the remaining slushie.

"You think I even get a discount?" Zeppo scoffed. "I work through an agency that gets me gigs. I've got a middleman in the way, I don't get a thing aside from money."

"...And his nice bulge shown off in underwear catalogs," Jane excitedly joked as she leaned her head towards her beloved. Zeppo shot a cross look at her for a moment. "What? I can objectify you a little bit, baby. If you knew how hot you are, you'd objectify you too." Zeppo rolled his bright orange eyes again, fighting to not grin as Jane giggled. Zeppo shook his head back and forth a little before coming to a consensus, stifling a grin.

"I mean, I'm alright looking." Jane smiled at her bashful boyfriend. Despite already being a bright cherry red, his blushing was highly evident, cheeks growing darker from the blue-tinged synthblood androids had. Though Zeppo wasn't likely to have been “programmed" to feel embarrassed while nude and featureless, it seemed his partner's appreciative gaze gave him some semblance of healthy bashfulness. Maybe without her he would have been completely unfazed by being nude in public, but here he was fighting back a bashful grin.

"Yeesh, get a room," Anon chided under his breath.

"Aww, they're so sweet for one another!" Bloona grinned to Anon quietly, running her shoulder into him with a happy squeak.

Soon enough, they arrived in the clothing department for the megastore, Bloona quickly turning to Anon. “So if I can find big, stretchy clothes that I won't break out of when I inflate, we're going flying, right?" Bloona teased.

“I doubt they have those here. Just go get a new blouse. And don't forget, You're the one paying for it-"

“Hey, look!" Bloona immediately pointed out as they entered the clothes department, pointing towards the Alternative, Android & Augmented section, and a newly put up display- There was a banner with none other than Zeppo on it hung up, wearing a special orange jumpsuit- quite a few photos, actually. His size and body changed in each angle, from his smallest form, to his usual lanky, tall-for-a-human height, to him at his bulked-up maximum height flexing his pumped-up musculature, and even a shot of him in hyperinflation mode, his belly having overtaken so much of his body to the point where his arms were reduced to stumps beside a puffed out neck with his head just barely poking from it, his ass, thighs and calves similarly stumpy on a rotund central balloon-body, his pectorals outlined like little plateaus on the planetoid of his near spherical body, that same jumpsuit holding up to each state of inflation in the photos. “That's you, Zeppo!"

“God damn, they put that up already?" Zeppo hid his little muzzle in his hand, embarrassed again. He certainly didn't look quite as proud in this moment as he did on the poster.

“See, he's got a nice bulge, doesn't he?" Jane uttered to Bloona, the two ladies sharing a little grin.

“They really do have everything at BuyMart," Anon muttered to himself as he came shoulder-to-shoulder with the flustered Zeppo. “I'm honestly surprised they sell those jumpsuits here."

“Whatever. I'm gonna go get something to wear." Zeppo hurried off to the Men's section, no doubt to dress himself as quickly as possible.

“Ooh, I gotta find a good one!" Bloona began rifling through the shelving near the display, her skirt raising as she leaned over, chubby tail excitedly wagging with tiny, almost chew toy-like squeaks as she searched through the different suits. “Large-sizes, okay… Oh, so many colors! What even goes good with blue? What do you think would vibe with my skin tone, Anon?"

“Yeesh, why even bother with the jumpsuit?" Anon was marveling at another poster for the bodysuit intended for AZC androids, a female this time in similar different bodily states, her great breasts and ass and belly protruding comically from her frame. Any higher pressure and her entire body would have no doubt begun to round out, joints decoupling and she would hyperinflate, reduced to a big, nearly immobile balloon of an android with limbs like fat little mounds, like Zeppo was shown off to be on his poster. “You can still see, like, all of her tits and ass. Doesn't really leave much to the imagination."

“Hey, don't forget, you promised now. We're going flying!" Bloona shot up to point glaringly at Anon, huffing her nostrils as she stamped in place, before shoving one with a pattern she liked towards him, letting it unfurl, its legs plopping onto the ground as it did. “The purple looks good, right? I love the blue shiny swirls on it, they match my eyes!"

“That one's way too big," Anon uttered, seeing the tag. “That one's for an XL sized AZC, you're a large. I didn't even know they made you guys in extra-large… Must be new…" he muttered the last part to himself as an aside. In response, Bloona grew with a little hiss, gaining a foot of height within ten seconds, her skirt once again becoming shorter and shorter on her voluptuous, thickening thighs, and Anon's comfortably oversized sweatshirt became a midriff, her long sleeves retreating up her flexing, swelling forearms.

“How about now, darling?" Her deeper voice cooly put forth, her excited demeanor melting into a self-assured, sultry mood, smiling with a cool grin as she looked down at her boyfriend, nodding her chin out. If she wanted to lay it on really thick, she could lick her lips to sell her little shtick. Anon rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But it says no returns. So when you feel silly for having bought the wrong suit, you only have yourself to blame."

“Hm, so it may be." She shrugged with a cool roll of her shoulders, her breasts bouncing in that sweatshirt that only seemed able to barely contain them. Anon could hear the reverberations of her nearly hollow Aralatex body, and if he wasn't so exasperated right now, he would have no doubt been turned on, like he typically was by her Amazonian form. “Though I must say… you've given me a bit of an idea, darling!" Her face brightened once more as she shrunk and her ballast tanks reclaimed the air within, her bubbly personality taking back over as she resumed her normative minimum size, throwing the purple and swirly-blue AZC bodysuit into their cart. “Some days I really feel like just being bigger, y'know? Picking a size and staying with it." She went over to the women's section, going for dresses, her usual lower garments. “Let's see… Ooh, this one's extra big!" she picked up a frilly one that she held the waist of at shoulder-length, the bottom of the dress still hanging on the floor. “It'd look nice if I want to really upscale! Ooh, this one's super cute, isn't it babe?!" She saw a green one with a fun leaf-and-vine display, still quite long and tall, but would have been appropriate for the form she displayed a minute ago. She proceeded grabbing clothes left and right. Okay- shirts, shirts shirts! How about stripes?" She excitedly thumbed through the XXL sizes. Ooh, I-"

“Excuse me," a voice loudly proclaimed, and the two of them froze as they turned about at the demanding voice. A woman stood there, a pale human woman loudly drinking a milkshake. She was tall and rotund, her belly partially encapsulated by her suffering, stretched-to-their-limit pants in a massive fupa, breasts like flat strips of pork left on the countertop that was her gut. Despite her size, her legs were strangely thin from this angle, like she stood upon two lengthened dunce caps. And even despite that, she still walked with an unsightly, top-heavy, painfully slow waddle that had one uncomfortable to watch her, as if always about to witness her fall. “What in the name of The Goddess do you think you're doing, rubber 'girl'?!" She bellowed.

“Uh…" Bloona looked around for a moment, bright glowing blue eyes landing on Anon as they shrugged ever so subtly at one another with their flummoxed looks alone. “S-shopping?"

“You're appropriating my culture, is what you're doing," This she-beast grumbled like a storm, the fat on her forehead weighing heavy on her brow, it gyrating as she slurped again. “Not all of us can go from powerful, voluptuous, natural queens," She motioned to herself with a hand on the end of a floppy forearm as she said this, “to pretty dainty little princesses with the click of your objectifying, sexist, chauvinistic, misogynistic owner's remote control, sweetie," the she-beast motioned to the two of them still standing there aghast. Bloona seemed especially confused, given that she herself rarely ever exhibited a “thin" form, preferring to stay wide and chubby at most times, as she was now.

“Man, I wish I had that remote control, AnthroDyne musta forgot to send me it," Anon joked to himself.

“I, uh… C-culture?" It took Bloona a moment to piece things together, looking down to the great blouse she held close to herself like a shield. “Uhhh…"

“What, you think you can invalidate what makes me, me? Just take it on and off as you please?" She harumphed, her jowls jowluating. “You're no better than those perverts who think they can step into this female form that I have lived as for my entire life." She seemed angrier about other things than the existence of AZCs- though she clearly was no fan of shapeshifting androids like Bloona, either.

“...Look, I don't know everything about humans," Bloona narrowed her bright eyes with a nervous squint, trying to put on a little sheepish smile. “But, like, you don't have to be… like, you can change your form too… width-wise, just, y'know… with a little effort," She reasoned with a little gesture of her arms, but the woman did not appreciate this.

“HOW, DARE YOU!" The woman tossed her ice cream shake onto the ground in dramatic rage, Bloona and Anon taking a little jump back at this. “I love and accept my body, you plastic bigot! Fat womXXn are POWERFUL and FULL-SPIRITED!"

“...Did she just say women with an X? Like, out-loud?" Anon muttered, meanwhile the woman crossed her arms after fatly tossing a strand of faded pink hair over her shoulder, huffing and leaning against one leg, kicking her hip out. Her wholesale lack-of-ass still persisted, despite her pose.

“Buh-but like, like can't you just go on a diet? Or exercise? Do something?" Bloona tried to reason, stammering. “I mean-"

“I have a GLANDULAR PROBLEM," She leaned in, still outraged. “And I do FOUR hours of yoga EVERY DAY."

“...Riiight," Anon slyly grunted in Bloona's fin-ear, who wasn't done trying to reason with this stranger.

“B-but you could go to a clinic! We have the technology these days, you could just get a doctor to boost your metabolism, y'know?!" Bloona was desperate for her reasoning to break through to this incandescent stranger, bullets of sweat now falling from her angered form as she huffed, out of breath just standing there.

“That would imply I don't LOVE and CHERISH my goddess-given natural form! That'd make me no better than those…" She paused, suddenly grasping her chest. “I- I…" She huffed, before falling to one knee. “Oh, Vanusia above, I forgot my pills…" The woman suddenly collapsed, Anon and Bloona nervously looking around at the small crowd that had gathered on the far outskirts of their debacle, people muttering worriedly about the woman wheezing in the puddle of frozen custard clutching her chest before passing out.

“Oh, Joshua Chris above," Anon exclaimed in surprise, brow raising.

“Oh my god, did she just die?!" Bloona suddenly grabbed onto Anon, shocked. “Humans aren't supposed to just die like that!"

“Not healthy ones, at least," Anon uttered.

“Don't you know CPR?! Go save her!" Bloona proclaimed.

“What?! My hands would get all sticky! She's covered in milkshake! Plus she was a total cunt to us!"

“Well we can't just let her die for being mean, that would just make us mean! Maybe if we save her, she'll be, y'know, a nice person?! She might turn her life around and decide to be a… A not-cunt?!" Anon almost rolled his eyes at Bloona's saccharine good nature, but before he had to do anything, that security bot from the entrance, Number 27, rolled on up with another generic clipart illustration of a doctor on the bot's face-screen, the boxy little bot holding its sparking cattle prod extended.

“Make way. All shoppers stand clear. Defibrillation in process," 27 stuck that multi-function stungun into the cleavage of her floppy chest, and with a quick pulse, she convulsed on the ground, coughing as she tried to breathe, awake again. She sat up, pointing with a fat-full finger at Anon and Bloona, as if to blame them for this mess, but found herself unable to speak, simply wheezing and coughing. “Do not panic, incapacitated shopper. Medical services are on their way." 27's armature patted the sitting mound of enraged, gyrating fat on her back as she bellowed incoherently.

“Damn, you guys sure are good at making a scene," Zeppo appeared beside the two of them, now in a pair of cargo shorts that accommodated his long dragon's tail, and a tank-top T-shirt with the logo of a band from a century ago plastered on the front, the design faded and antiqued to make the shirt look older and more used-up on purpose. His wings poked out the back, the shirt evidently pre-modified for humans with bionic wings or androids with wings, which weren't entirely unheard of. “Here, bro. Got you something to replace the weebshit." Another similar band tank-top was presented to Anon.

“No thanks, I don't want to spend on myself today-"

“We already checked out, Anon. It's on me." Zeppo deposited the shirt in Anon's arms, as Jane finally caught up, looking almost as angry as the now-passed-out-again woman in her puddle of ice-cream, 27 charging up its stun-baton-EMP-defibrillator-flashlight again.

“Wow, really?"

“Yeah. Y'know how I said I don't get free shit? I lied." Zeppo nodded over his shoulder to the clothing department attendant girl, who was busy grinning to herself at a signed copy of an alternate-body underwear catalog. She might peek a look up at her object of lust every now and then, only to meet Jane's knife-full glare as she stood close to her boyfriend, him putting the crux of his arm into hers, doing the little embrace with a sigh, knowing that this act of frugality would be used against him for a good week.

“Oh my god, did you bribe one of your fans with a signature?" Bloona breathlessly laughed.

“And a selfie with," Jane grunted.

“She might have wanted to show… Her friends," Zeppo reasoned, trying not to say something like “other fans".

“She grabbed your ass during it. You were still naked."

“She paid for our whole shopping cart, you know that right?"

“Damn, what if you had fans like that, Anon?" Bloona playfully elbowed Anon. “Oh, wait. You just have me." She happily rolled her eyes as she scratched her chin, as if pointing proudly at herself as she took his hand.

“Well, we said we'd pay for your clothes," Anon shrugged to Zeppo. “We could do lunch-"

“Anon, c'mon! I gotta try on my stuff first! And you can try on your new shirt!"

“...I'm not really a tank-top kinda guy-" Anon said.

“Pbbbft, nonsense! Your shoulders are hot, babe! Let's go!" Bloona grabbed Anon's new shirt and gripped his hand harder, her other hand grabbing a corner of the shopping cart as she practically dashed off to the dressing rooms, Anon being dragged along almost literally. She did grab a few other things on the way to try on, figuring a good sampling would be nice. “Huh, looks like there's only one stall left! Let's go before somebody grabs it!" Bloona released Anon's hand for a moment, going to grab their clothes all up in her arms.

“Should we take turns or-"

“It's not like we haven't seen each other naked, silly," She rolled her bright eyes and grasped his wrist again, dragging him inside.

Anon sat down on the little chair inside the kiosk, his free shirt thrown over his face instantly as Bloona went through her selections giddily, beginning to strip, pulling her boyfriend's lended hoodie off. Her rubber breasts, as well as the rest of her body was currently filled with sulfur hexafluoride, a commonly available denser-than-air gas, bouncing with a low bwoomb. Evidently, from the time since she had been in her amazon form, she hadn't fully deflated her bust, concealed inside Anon's baggy sweatshirt. As anon pulled the shirt from his face, he immediately stifled a surprised cough to see her full bust in-profile, Bloona standing perpendicularly from where he sat, her large breasts hanging and bobbing as she bent over to slip her skirt down, revealing her thick blue thighs and fat airplane-finned tail. Despite her usually dark blue nipples and areolas having flattened out and color shifted to match her lighter skin tone, Anon could still spot the slight, horizontal divots where they were hidden at the moment.

Anon couldn't help but stare, popping the beginnings of a chubby down below. Bloona soon noticed his gawking, the both of them blushing as she grinned, well tuned to when her master was aroused. “Let's keep our eyes on the goal- here, I'm thinking we'll start with this, something for when I'm feeling like… Let's say, skinny and six and three-quarters," She selected an appropriate outfit, pulling on the skirt and shirt, baggliy draped over her frame before she lengthened her endoskeleton to the appropriate height, her volume remaining the same, making her appear to grow tall and thin. “Hm, doesn't quite match the girth," she noted how loose it still fit, all the while Anon pulled off his own shirt.

“Sorry if I'm blinding you," He muttered of his pale skin, and Bloona laughed. She looked down at herself and let some air out of her ballasts, and those loose clothes of hers began to fill out as she swelled.

“Alright, an outfit for six foot, nine inches, and… comfortably husky. Looks good, right?" A hand went down to the proud potbelly and prouder love handles she'd grown in those moments, her chubbiness peeking out from under her shirt and up from her skirt respectively. Anon finally pulled his head through the top, and the two of them met eyes.

“How do I look?" He asked.

“Good enough to eat, baby," she leaned in, tracing a deltoid muscle of her skinny, comparatively little human with a smile. The two of them stayed with their faces close to one another, Bloona's free hand leaned up against the headboard of the little kiosk behind him, leaning down upon him, as he sat there attentively looking up into her glowing eyes, enraptured by them. They came close, tempted for a kiss, smelling and feeling each other's hot breath.

“Why don't you try on your… Max size clothes?" Anon was prompted to say, fighting to keep his voice from trembling.

“You think I'd fit?" She asked, breathlessly, before clarifying. “...In this fitting room?" She looked up. The fitting room didn't have a ceiling, the walls only extending about seven or eight feet up to the open air of the shopping center.

“...I want to see."

Wordlessly, Bloona shrank again as Anon went for the clothes, finding the oversized stuff. The two of them barely looked at the clothes, no longer concerned with fashion. The dress they grabbed was an obnoxious polka-dotted thing, and the top was a weird shimmering sequin blouse, the kind intended to be worn on one shoulder exposing a bit of the midriff. They were like a pair of parachutes on Bloona's usual, fully compacted form- until she began to grow. Anon leaned back in appreciative suspense as if preparing himself to watch her ascend, Bloona biting her lip a little in her own anticipatory glee, breathing heavily as she felt the ecstasy of growth, slowly taking up more and more of that tiny cubicle. Her eyes went to the claustrophobia-inducing box closing around her, worry hitting her, only to look back down at her beloved, fully entranced by her own mightier and mightier form, his love and lust emboldening her.

She looked up, knowing that soon she would be taller than the changing room, able to peek up and out over the rest of the shopping center, as would everyone else be able to see her. She slowly fell to a kneeling position, and even kneeling on her haunches, she dwarfed her lover, smiling as she loomed over where he sat despite having her knees on the floor.

“Like the blouse?" Her deep voice asked, leaning forward, placing her hands upon the back of the stall once more, cornering Anon as she continued to grow. Her belly pressed up against his legs and soon pressed over the ledge of the little seat, feeling his erection in his pants throb against her voluptuous gut. He could only nod, frozen in her gaze in bliss, hands coming up to feel her breasts. He could hardly get his arms around them, feeling the shimmering blouse holding back his partner's giant tits, each twice the size of his head.

“...Lemme see the skirt."

She “stood" on her knees, hitting a growth spurt for a moment, her own excitement ebbing her on. Those thighs stood titanic before and around him, the polka dot skirt covering her hips- and her crotch. Her plane-like tail wagged behind her, and as she grew, she placed each thigh on either side of the little seat, now kneeling as her crotch hovered before his face, which he rose that skirt with a hand to approach. Her vagina, like her cloaked nipples, appeared as a subtle, formless slit of skin topped by a mole-like clitoris, all of it easily lost on a glance of her body, before she allowed it to take form on her skin before him and he smiled at their revelation. Her full and voluptuous labia and fat little clitoris, all beautiful and begging for attention. With her stand-squatting above him, he reached up with a tongue and licked vertically, slowly, from the taint where her tail started up to her clit, tasting her sweet sweat. She fought to keep a moan silent, a hand coming to cover her mouth, not expecting so much so quick. “Take off your pants," she ordered in a whisper behind her hands, face blushing dark blue. Anon, back out from the little polka-dot tent, looked up and complied.

Out came his penis, and with her hips and ass and thighs so big as to squeak against the walls with every move, she slowly lowered her womanhood upon his manhood, the two of them gasping quietly with primary insertion. She began to gyrate up and down, side to side, never too fast to keep the squeaking to a minimum. The inside of her was wet and warm, smooth and lubricious, but most importantly tight; her internal pressure translating to an indescribable feel upon his member. And while he was no slouch, her increased size would make one think this would have been boring for her- but no, her own pressure allowed her tightness to provide incredible sensation in return, and she quivered in joy, biting her grin, keeping her head down.

Anon was squished up against the wall by her belly as he was rode, completely immobile save for his mouth tonguing her navel and his arms reaching up for her breasts within her new shirt, for nipples to pinch and squeeze. One of her hands closed over his where it was under her shirt, feeling his hand feeling herself, massaging his wrist, letting him know he was appreciated. God, if she had milk equipped, she would have begun lactating, with how he squeezed and caressed and massaged.

“I'm gonna cum," Anon whispered.

“Me… Me too," She gasped back, gripping his hand harder. She rocked faster, bouncing harder. The squeaking of herself against the walls and against him grew louder, as did their breathing and vocalizations.

Outside, that squeaking could be heard, that department attendant girl walking over to knock on the door and ask what those two were taking so long for, until hearing their ecstatic grunts and their rhythmic squeaks, gradually getting faster and louder.

“Tsk, horn-dogs," She rolled her eyes as her fist gripped the alternate-bodied android men's underwear catalog she had been ogling, before going back to her post to sit back down, covering up her own jealousy with exasperation.

“Agh!" Anon grunted.

“A-ah!" Bloona let out, looking up to those rafters far above, the both of them letting out sharp breaths as they came into one another. It was a nice, quiet moment, as their pulsations on one another slowed to a stop, both of them finishing at the same time. Bloona looked back down at the panting, sweating Anon, noticing she herself was sweating as well- AZCs were capable of sweating in order to cool back down, as their “diet" did consist of a large amount of water anyways for cooling systems and skin maintenance. That sweat was sweet, given that taste from the electrolytes their diet consisted of. She smiled, wiping sweat from her brow as Anon sat there with his arms on her thighs now, resting and breathing. The two of them quietly laughed to one another, though Anon leaned in to lovingly kiss her navel one last time, as if a little thank-you, before she shrunk to her base size. He savored that sweat, that decadent flavor quite unlike human secretion, a sweet brine rather than salty.

The two of them gathered themselves up, fastening their clothes back on, Bloona taking off and tossing her XXL garments into the pile, going for her old skirt to put back on. “Well, we've gotta buy it now," Anon noted the clothes' sweatiness, giving it a quick sniff. Her sweat smelled of latex, raw carbon and rusty iron, but also of rich glucose, like a tropical fruit having fallen from a tree and broken upon the ground, left in the sun for an afternoon for the aroma to mix in with the flowers as the wind softly carried it across paradise. “Don't shrink all the way, maybe you should try out being taller than me for the rest of the day," Anon grinned, throwing one of the large shirts to her.

“Would you be okay with that?" she asked, couching her excitement, as if asking her master's permission. This care for his ego was charming, causing his face to burst into a smile full of warmth.

“Only if you would be." She blushed with a low giggle, growing again as Anon smiled appreciatively, watching her slowly ascend once more to be looking down upon him, dressing herself in that striped shirt, deflating herself a bit for it to wear on her more loosely, her old skirt now a miniskirt. While Anon was tall and thin, Bloona was now taller and thinner. “Perfect," Anon said, and she draped her arms over his shoulders, smiling proudly down at her beloved. “But you're always perfect."

The little moment was broken, as Bloona took a subtle glance around and suddenly blushed harder, her smile diminishing. “Oh…" She uttered embarrassedly, seeing where her formerly giant, sweaty ass and tail had marked up the walls and door of the stall with moisture, her face blank. Anon brought her out of her embarrassed daze with a quick kiss, bouncing forward on his tiptoes.

“Don't get too embarrassed. We're not the first couple to get busy in a BuyMart dressing room," He joked after his affectionate peck on her lips, turning to exit the booth. “Probably not even the first AZC droid to do it either."

“Jesus, took you guys long enou- whoa," Zeppo began to remark, his draconic aralatex muzzle scrunched up in a judgemental scowl, arms folded from where he leaned against a shelf, wings fluttering as he stepped forth- before taking a double-take at the now six foot, nine inch tall Bloona, her body type more svelte than before, missing her usual muffin top and subtle potbelly. “I take it they only had that shirt in that size, huh?"

“Something like that," Bloona happily rolled her thin shoulders, her tail stretching a little longer to slap Anon in the backside, who jumped a bit, before grinning back to her with bared teeth.

“Whatever. So what'd you do, try on the whole store?" Bloona just grinned to Anon beside and beneath her, almost tempted to lean on his shoulder like a countertop.

“Where's Jane?" Anon implored, Zeppo apparently oblivious to their quick fun.

“She took another look around while we were waiting. I did too, just came back. You like the shirt?" He asked, pointing to it on Anon's chest. “You look pretty good in a tank top, dude."

“Apparently," Anon shrugged, knowing to himself that it was the catalyst to score a quick one with his girlfriend. “Thanks, man. Guess we'll check out now," They pushed the cart back over to that lady overseeing the department area, who was now amusedly watching the pair amble over, clearly impressed at Bloona's new height as the blue blimp girl approached to pay.

“Don't forget this one and that," Bloona spoke up, pointing to Anon and her currently-worn shirts, leaning forward to present the tag.

“I can scan your other stuff here too, the food and robo-stuff," The young woman remarked, now chewing a stick of bubble gum.

“That sounds good. We can just show the receipt to a greeter at the entrance, right?" The lady stopped on the polka-dot skirt, feeling it to be slightly damp, and smelling like the rubber woman before her, standing there motionless, like she was holding a big, awful secret. The lady smiled, scanning it, before eyeing to Anon.

“These guys ever go on sale?" She asked.

“Huh?"

“Anthro balloon androids. I'm thinking I'll adopt one with my tax returns… One that looks like a cute dragon," She resumed scanning, eyeing now to Zeppo with a lustful grin.

“Lady, I appreciate you buying my stuff, but if I see you walking around with an AZC who looks exactly like me I'm calling the Office for Synthetic Affairs and serving you a likeness copyright infringement notice."

“...Oh yeah, serve me…" She smiled lustfully to herself as she snapped her gum, eyes wandering as she actively daydreamed. Zeppo did his usual thing and rolled his eyes, going for his phone.

“I'm texting Jane. Have her meet us at Innie-Outs across the street," He said. “Let's go before this chick takes any more pictures of me."