
Clair felt torn by indecision as she held up two tops in front of her.
She liked the red one, but she wasn't sure she had the body for it
anymore. She would ask Jacob his opinion in a minute, but she knew
his response would be next to useless. "I wish my boyfriend was just
honest about me when I asked his opinion," she muttered. It was
annoying the way he insisted that she looked good no matter what she
wore, even if her outfit was objectively terrible. She had tried to
get him to be more truthful, but someone must have taught him to pigheadedly
avoid implying anything negative about a woman's looks even when she wanted
honest feedback.

She regretfully put the red top back, settling on the green one instead.
After browsing a bit more, she found some nice high wasted pants that
would emphasize her bum and help pack in some of the pudge she had gained
since college.

"Hey Jacob, you want to come to the changing room to give me some feedback."

"Yeah, sure,"

"Ok, it will be quick," she knew he wanted to get out of the store ten minutes
ago.

They headed to the changing rooms and Clair ducked inside, changing into the
outfit she had picked out. She turned this way and that, looking unhappily at
the way he belly pushed top out, but after a while she decided that the looseness
of the garment did an ok job of hiding it, "What do you think? Does this top
make me look fat?"

"No," Jacob answered without looking up from his phone.

"You didn't even look," Clair accused.

Jacob looked up and rolled his eyes, "I didn't have to. It's not a fat suit so
it doesn't make you look fat."

Clair looked down at her trim tummy, "I guess," she smiled a little. It had been
a bit of a silly question. She would have to really try to make her svelte figure
look fat. It was understandable why Jacob seemed annoyed.

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"Are you ready to go babe?" Jacob was an on-time person, and Clair could tell
that he was getting irritated by how long she was taking to get ready for the
party.

"Almost, gimme a moment," she carefully put the finishing touches on her eye shadow.
"Alright, what do you think? Be honest," she thought she had done a decent job of
distracting from her thin lips, somewhat pinched eyes and lumpy nose, but there
was only so much she could do.

"You look great babe, can we go?" He had to resit making shooing motions. He didn't
get why his girlfriend spent so much time on makeup when she already had such a
pretty face, but who really understood women?

"Ok, let me just get changed," Clair said, ducking into her bedroom.

"How are you still not changed?" Jacob muttered to himself.

She emerged a few moments later, "Ok, how's this dress?" She looked down at
herself critically, "I feel like it makes it obvious that I have no butt."

"You have a butt Clair."

Clair rolled her eyes. Obviously she had been exaggerating. Clearly she had
butt, it just wasn't quite as big as was fashionable these days, "you know
what I mean."

"Clair, don't be insecure, you know how much I love your butt. It's a great
butt!"

Clair gave her juicy booty a smack, "yeah, I know, I just want to make sure
this dress makes it look good."

Jacob laughed, "Clair your butt looks good in anything. You could wear
a potato sack and it would still be obvious that you have a perfect ass."

"Mmmmm, yeah, I guess you're right. I still like hearing about it though."
Clair smiled at him. Jacob was right. Her massive bubble butt made itself
obvious even when she wore loose sweatpants, and her yoga-pants centric
daily wear got her tons of male attention. Come to think of it, it was
a little weird she had ended up with a loser like Jacob after all the
hot guys she had ensnared in college with her ass.

"Ok, you ready to go?"

"Ummm, yeah," Clair trailed after him with an odd sense of disquiet, as
if there was something she couldn't quite remember.

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"Hey Reggie, can you come in here a minute?" Clair asked. She had ditched
Jacob shortly after realizing she could do better, and Reggie definitely
represented an upgrade in the boyfriend department. Unlike Jacob, his career
was on track and he was in great shape.

"Sure,"

"How does this top look?" She turned back and forth in a blouse with a mass
of ruffles over the bust, "I'm trying to look less lopsided, but is it too
much?" Compared with her massive ass, her 34B-cup breasts looked almost
non-existent.

"You're not lopsided,"

Clair blinked in confusion, "Yeah, I don't know why I said that. I meant,
this is like the only blouse in here that really fits me, but do you think
the ruffles are too much?" Finding tops that fit was a perennial problem
for a women who wore a 34K cup.

"I think it looks great on you, I mean, everything does really,"

Clair gave him a heart-melting smile. He was right of course, she did
make anything she wore look amazing. "I know, but some stuff looks better
than other stuff, right?"

"Are you sure you want to look your best? Think of all the traffic accidents
that could be prevented if you weren't quite so hot."

Clair giggled, "Are you talking about that guy who got rear ended when we
were walking to dinner last week?"

"And that guy who walked into a telephone pole,"

She smirked, "which one? I may have caused a few other accidents when you
weren't with me."

"Why do I find that so easy to believe?"

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"What do you think babe?" Clair turned from side to side in her smart pantsuit.
"I don't want to look too sexy for the conference you know. People might not
take me seriously." She was going to be presenting her first paper
in a few weeks and she was worried about how people might not take a super
curvy blond seriously as a scientist.

Reggie chuckled, "Well, I think you're shit out of luck Clair. You make everything
look too sexy."

Clair sighed. It was true. No matter what she wore, people were distracted by her
perfect body and a breathtaking face that always had an erotic cast to it. Clair
made a point to avoid any sort of skincare of makeup in an effort to tone down
her sex appeal, but her body stubbornly refused to get any less attractive.
"I'm just worried they are going to think I'm a bimbo."

"Don't worry about that. You may look like Barbie's hotter cousin, but as soon
as you open your mouth they will know you're a genius."

He had a point. Clair had been justified in worrying about it when she presented
her first paper a few months ago, but that paper had made such a big splash
that everyone in her field knew her name now. After she presented the two papers
she had submitted her adviser had told her she could could basically just staple
the three papers together and graduate after having been in her PhD program for
just a year and a half. "Thanks babe." She pursed her lips and shrugged out of
her jacket so she could replace her loose blouse with a tight turtleneck that
clung to her bust. "I guess I might as well look my best. Hmmm, I wish I was
tall enough to really command the room." Clair was pretty happy with her height
of 5'5", but if there was one thing missing from her flawless figure it was
a few inches of extra height.

"You're plenty tall enough, and fluid dynamics is like 90% men so I'm sure you'll
have no trouble commanding everyone at the conference."

Clair giggled and stood up on the balls of her feet, lifting her 5'11" frame up
until her head was above Reggie's. "I wouldn't take advantage of my feminine
charms like that." Of course if she had wanted to, she knew it would have been
pretty easy to convince all the scientists present to do their best to cite her
work. Shortly after she hit puberty she had noticed that men really struggled to
say no to her and as she had gotten older she had perfected the art of exploiting
this through careful word choice and artful body language, so it would be a
simple matter of asking her audience to think of ways that her research could
influence their own in the right way. Honestly though, men were always in such
a hurry to please her that she didn't really have to bother, they would go out
of their way to help her without any manipulation on her part.

She finished putting on the turtleneck and settled the jacket back around her
shoulders. The creature that looked back from the mirror was incredibly
gorgeous. She smiled and playfully strutted back and forth. Reggie was
looking at her with awe, so she giggled and said, "you look like you're hypnotized."

"Yeah," her enthralled boyfriend droned, staring slackly at her chest.

"Yeah, you're totally titnotized, aren't you?" Clair giggled.

"Yeah,"

Clair smirked, "occupational hazard for my boyfriend I'm afraid." It was fun
to disable the conditioning that allowed him to function in her presence and
see how long he could go without succumbing again. He had probably gone under
when she changed her top. Few people could resist the sight of her naked breasts.
"Ok focus for me," she snapped her fingers to bring him out of his trance.

A familiar set of disquiet filled Clair as she started packing the conference
clothes away, mostly centered on wondering how exactly a girl as hot as she
was had ended up with a guy like Reggie who was fine, but clearly nowhere close
to her league.

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Clair had remained single for a long time after she broke up with Reggie
as she searched in vain for a man worthy of her. She had had many lovers
since then and eventually realized that no one ever would be. Her latest
fling with David had gone on long enough that he was the first guy she
had called her boyfriend since then, but she knew she would get bored
of him soon enough.

"Hey David, you think this swimsuit is too sexy? I don't want to make
a bunch of boys jizz their pants again." Clair grinned, at him and
turned her body back and forth to show of the skimpy red bikini she
wore.

"I think that'll happen pretty much no matter what you wear," he
said.

"Mmmm, yeah true, it's so annoying how no one can control themselves
around me," the uber-sexy blond said with a pout. The only reason David
wasn't helplessly cumming right now was because she had hypnotized him
to prevent it. It had been a problem ever since she started getting really
hot in highschool. Fortunately, her hypnotits allowed her to function
somewhat normally, but it was still always annoying to meet new people
because she had to hypnotize them so they could get control of themselves.

"They can't control themselves, but you seem to have a pretty easy time
controlling them," David pointed out.

"Mmmm, yeah, I guess. What the hell, I guess I'll wear it. It's not like
I could make anyone who sees me less of slave." Clair had resigned herself
to the fact that anyone who laid eyes on her would instantly fall under
her control, bent to her will by her overwhelming beauty soon after
she blossomed rapidly into a woman. "I should enjoy my youth, you know,
I won't look this good forever."

David looked at his goddess of a girlfriend. Somehow the idea of her
looking anything less than perfect just seemed impossible, "I don't
know, you just keep getting hotter every year. You'll probably just
stay young and hot forever."

Clair laughed, "wouldn't that be nice." He wasn't wrong though. So
far at least, she had gotten even more unreasonably attractive
with each passing year.

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