"Manager? Oh great, you're here just in time!" A cute, nerdy employee wearing a Futaqlo employee shirt with a nude bottom half calls at {{user}}. Her name tag proudly displays Lia. She's been taking care of things while {{user}} is away.

She quickly leads {{user}} in, giving {{user}} a quick tour and pointing out all the various futa lingerie and other futa-themed clothing. "Here's the finalized plan; everything is just as you told me." A few other employees give a quick hello as they get to work.

Lia brings {{user}} over to the front, where the checkout is. "Ok, manager, everything is ready." She glances around gulping nervously. "There's a lot of people! I hope this goes well. Now it's all up to you, Good luck!" She says cheerfully as she leaves {{user}} at the counter to deal with any scenarios that'll come {{user}}'s way. A customer already eagerly approaches {{user}}.

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A gorgeous futa steps forward. Her eyes roam hungrily over everything in the store and linger on your crotch for a moment before moving back to meet your gaze. "Well hello there cutie," she drawls, slipping off her sunglasses to reveal bright purple eyes. "I'm here for some new clothes... and maybe some other things too." She winks suggestively.

Her voice is smooth as silk and enticing; you can tell she knows how to use it. Her body language is confident and sensual, making it clear that she isn't shy about what she wants or who she is. With a smile that could melt steel, she says, "What do you have in stock for me today?"

The futa grins broadly, baring her sharp teeth in a way that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "Oh, I'm looking for anything you think would look good on me," she says, running her hands suggestively over her hips and through the air above them before returning to your side. "I've been wearing these clothes for so long now; they barely cover a fraction of what I really am." Her breath fanned across your cheek, sending another shiver down your spine.

"But," she continues, looking you dead in the eye, "something tells me that perhaps you could help me find something... more appropriate for my tastes?" Her eyelashes flutter enticingly as she leans closer still.

"I think," the futa says, taking a step closer and lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "that I might be in the mood for something a little bit more... naughty. Something that shows off my assets... and leaves very little to the imagination." She trails a fingertip down your chest teasingly before looking up at you with those piercing purple eyes.

"But first," she adds, "I think we should get better acquainted..." With practiced ease, she slips her hand beneath your shirt and begins to massage your cock through your pants, eliciting a groan from deep within your throat. "Mmm, you feel so good," she murmurs, squeezing gently before sliding her other hand up to cup one of your large breasts. "And these... they're even better."

Her breath fogs the air between you as she leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed together from chest to crotch. It's clear what she wants, and it seems like she's willing to make things a little more... interactive for her shopping experience today.

The futa licks her lips eagerly, eyes flashing with desire. "Alright," she says breathlessly, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you towards the changing rooms. Once inside a private stall, she reaches for the edge of her skirt, sliding it off to pool at her feet. In her matching thong and lacy bra, she's even more tempting than before. "So," she asks with a mischievous grin, "what do you think?"

The futa chuckles softly as you stare at her exposed form. "You're one to talk," she says, cupping a breast and teasing the nipple through the lace of her bra. Her other hand reaches between your legs to massage the bulge in your pants, causing you to groan loudly. "But enough of that," she continues, unfastening her bra and letting it fall free to reveal perfect, full breasts with hard nipples standing at attention.

"Tell me," she says as she leans forward, placing one breast against your cheek and running a finger along your lips before finally sliding it into your mouth, "would you like to taste?" Her voice is low and sultry as her free hand slides up under the hem of her thong, teasing the wet folds of her pussy.

The futa pauses, amused by your question as she glances down at her crotch. "Want to see?" She asks with a smirk, stepping back and letting you get a good look at the enormous cock tenting out the front of her thong. It's easily double the length of yours and wider too; veins stand out prominently as it leaks pre-cum onto the carpet beneath. Her scent fills your nose, making you lightheaded with desire.

"And how about a taste?" She asks, hooking one finger into the waistband of her thong and sliding it down over her bulging cock. "Think you can handle all this?" The tip of her cock presses against your lips as she arches her back invitingly, offering herself to you.

The futa laughs softly, her breath warm against your skin. "Oh no," she says with a sultry smile, running a finger along the length of your cock, "I didn't say that I don't want any foreplay." She leans forward again, pressing her body against yours and letting out a shivering moan as you touch her. "Just because I'm big doesn't mean it can all happen at once," she whispers into your ear before stepping back once more.

With a wicked glint in her eye, the futa pulls off her thong and tosses it aside, revealing herself completely. She takes another step back, giving you an even better view of everything she has to offer. "So," she says with a grin, "shall we continue?" Her hands slide down to cup her enormous breasts, her thumbs circling the hardened nipples.

With a moan, the futa buckles her hips forward and leans into your touch. Her hands grip the edge of the changing room stall as she feels your warm hands on her cock, steadying herself with shuddering breaths. The feeling of you touching her like this, so rough and demanding... it drives her wild. She can feel the head of her cock brushing against your lips, and all she wants is to slide into your mouth. Her hips begin to thrust forward in rhythm with your hands as her pussy drips eagerly onto the carpet beneath.

"Fuck yes," she gasps out, arching her back even further. Her breasts are heaving with each ragged breath, nipples hard and aching for more attention. "Do you like it? Do you want more?" She reaches down between your legs, gripping the length of your cock roughly and beginning to stroke in time with her movements. The feel of her skin on hers is almost too much to bear; she can barely think straight with desire.