A Mile in Her Slippers Pt 14
by Neoraichu
This story is rated 'M' for Gratuitous Kink. Timmy/Tina(?) X Vicky (18 year old). Wanda X Cosmo too. Love is complicated, no?
WARNING: This is a strange tale, so READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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'I should have wished for a wardrobe' thought Tina as Vicky practically dragged her to the giant department store. She offered to help Tina dress, and was horrified to discover that Tina's closet was all but empty, with but two pairs of shoes and barely enough clothing to make two full outfits. Tina told her that she couldn't afford to move everything from her old place in Seattle and had to give a lot of her old clothes away. Vicky 'volunteered' to help her shop for clothing and didn't allow any room for any protest or objection from the buck-toothed beauty.
Tina's outfit was pretty basic, as it was little more than something she would have worn back was she Timmy Turner. The black shoes, black short pants that barely covered her knees, the red shirt that seemed smaller, leaving her stomach bare. Her oddly enlarged breasts pushed the shirt out, making it almost uncomfortably tight since she had no bra to wear underneath it. She even had the little red baseball cap she was so fond of wearing everywhere.
"Because our breasts mysteriously increased so much," Vicky was saying, "we both need new bras, and they have to be a little larger still because we need something to absorb the extra milk that's going to leak from our nipples. Who knows how long this condition is going to last. We better get at least six different bras each."
'Six different bras?' thought Tina with a slight sense of alarm. She seriously wondered if they had created enough money in her checking account to cover everything that Vicky wanted to get her.
"And then there's matching panties of course, and stockings. You need stockings. Silk is best for its comfort and strength. You'll need at least 6 pairs of stockings, and we need to try and coordinate the colors with the panties and bras. And SHOES! Heaven forbid we forget about the shoes. You know we can NEVER have enough shoes!"
'We can't?'
"Then we can get to the dresses, blouses, skirts, pants, shirts, hats, and the other accessories you need to be beautiful. And you could use some jewelry, sweetie. You really could."
'How many days will this take?'
"After that, we can get to the handbags and the purses. You'll need good handbags and purses to carry around all the essentials of life, like your emergency makeup, cell phone, pepper spray, day minder, manicure kit, breath spray... and anything else I can't think of at the moment. This is a BIG project, Turner, and what kind of love would I be if I didn't help you as much as I possibly can."
"Don't you have work?"
"I don't have any babysitting jobs for a couple of days, so don't you worry about that one little bit. Besides, you mean more to me than any babysitting job."
"Gee... Thanks Vicky."
Vicky suddenly stopped, turned about and looked into Tina's eyes.
"I'd do anything for you," she said with great conviction. She showed her point by pulling Tina by her shoulders into a hot kiss on the lips. The two were just close enough for their bosoms to brush against each other. They shared a kiss for a couple of minutes, and it was hard to tell which of the two beauties were blushing harder.
"Come on," she said, "The store awaits."
Vicky continued tugging Tina towards the Department Store. What Vicky didn't know, but Tina did, was that Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda were in her purse disguised as a hand mirror and a tampon dispenser respectively. If she wasn't distracted by Vicky, she might have noticed the mirror giving a dirty look to the the tampon dispenser and pushing away it, and muttering something about salt peter.
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Wanda and Cosmo sat at the kitchen table evaluating what Timmy's Mother made for them.
"It's kind that she made this for us," said Wanda, "but I have no idea what it is, or why it's still squirming on my plate."
"Well, it's kinda sorta yellowish and lumpy," replied Cosmo, "maybe it's some kind of omelet?"
"Why don't you try it and tell me how it is?"
"Aren't you the pregnant one?"
"And that's the best reason not to try anything toxic. Besides, you eat much grosser things than I do."
"Well, you do have a point there."
He picked up a fork full and shoved it in his mouth. His mouth chewed, then he pushed the food from side to side as he hymned and hawed, and then swallowed. Turning green in color, he smacked his chest a few times as if the food wasn't going down, or his heart stopped – Wanda couldn't be sure which was the case. Then he turn purple, then red, his eyes rolled around, green flames shot from his ears, and then he fell sideways out of his chair.
"Cosmo?" she asked, "Cosmo! Are you alright?"
He sat up and cut loose with a belch that shook the house.
"It's tangy with a suggestion of Tabasco," he said with a grin. She dumped her plate on top of his, and then proceeded to watch her husband eat it all with more bodily color changes, flames and falling out of his chair, and a couple more belches. Timmy's Dad stuck his head in the kitchen door to give Cosmo a thumb's up a couple of times after he shook the house with another belch.
Wanda fixed herself French Vanilla Ice Cream and Baby Kosher Dills instead. For some reason, it was just something she had to have, and she already had it several times. She knew because she personally bought the 12 half gallons of French Vanilla Ice Cream and the 12 jars of Baby Kosher Dills herself when they last shopped at the grocery store.
About then, Timmy wandered into the kitchen.
"Aren't you late?" asked Mom.
"It's Saturday, Mom," he replied, "and I was just watching my Early Cartoon Shows."
"Well you're just in time for my special omelets," she answered.
"No thanks, Mom. The last time you made those, it tried to eat me. I'll just have a bowl of Atomic Sugar Bombs and be happy."
"Suit yourself, honey. You don't know what you're missing out on."
"Oh, I exactly know what I'm missing out on," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?"
"I said we're out of Grey Poupon. I can't appreciate your omelets without Grey Poupon it."
"Oh, I'll have to remember to buy more when we go grocery shopping."
Timmy waited as his Mom grabbed the cereal from the high cupboard along with a bowl, a spoon, and the milk from the fridge, and she fixed his bowl of cereal for him. He could do it himself if he wasn't too short to reach the cereal and the bowls by himself. Once he got his cereal, he moved to the table to take a seat next to Wanda.
"Where's your new fishes?" asked Wanda.
"I loaned two of them to Tina for a while. The baby fish is still here and doing fine."
"You think the two fish you loaned out are all right?"
"I'm sure they're all doing fine."
"That's so nice of you to think of your older sister that we forgot we ever had," said Mom with a sigh, "I've wanted a baby girl for years just like Tina, and I wish we had raised her. I really want to raise a girl ourselves."
"I wish you were pregnant with the little girl you've always wanted, Mom," said Timmy with a grin, "It's not like you and Dad don't try hard enough."
Wanda gulped, and she waved her wand she pulled from her pocket under the table. *POOF – PREGNANT!*
"That's strange," said Mom, "but I have this sudden urge to... to..." *HURL!* Mom was barfing into the garbage disposal.
"Honey!" she called, "I either have Morning Sickness or Food Poisoning!"
Dad stuck his head into the kitchen and said, "I'm voting for Morning Sickness! We've had enough sex to have at least six more children!"
"I would be so happy..." *HURL!* Another spew into the garbage disposal.