What they weren’t used to was a Goetia - or rather, a disgraced black sheep of one - slumming it among their ranks.
“S-sir, um. I don’t believe it’ll fit. Your penis is too big.”
The imp clerk looked doubtingly at the tennis shorts clutched in his hands, then up at the owl demon who stood there waiting - or rather, the slender Goetia’s enormous privates, which even as Stolas stood several feet away threatened to straddle and teabag and smother the smaller, pants-tented demon in front of him. With his senses swamped in musk, it felt more like he was trying to dress up a massive, sentient cock and balls rather than a Goetian noble, but their reputation made him try and stay professional in the face of raging, cartoonish arousal.
Besides, he had a feeling that Blitzø might try and rip his face off if he made an open move. He was wrong, of course, though it hardly mattered.
“Why don’t you try and squeeze him in there? Even if you gotta wrestle his balls into submission.” His companion - his boyfriend - crossed his arms and leered. He was merely an imp himself, only hyper-endowed in the normal sense, and hadn’t had as much difficulty putting on his own new outfit. The spiked jacket looked very bulgy and very punk. It suited him!
“Now now, Blitzy…” The owl’s gentle, elegantly-accented voice lilted, his heart-shaped face lightly blushing from the clerk’s frank statement about his size. “Let’s not make him play with my genitals if he doesn’t want to. After all, I bet you’d rather be the one to try instead…”
“You’re goddamn right, pretty bird.”
Honestly, this retail therapy business was really, really fun! Even if he’d had more money as part of the Goetia, Stolas had never really given any thought to spending it as an enjoyable act for its own sake. But being on a budget, being choosy - it added to the experience, since the two of them bantered over each outfit and had to actually put thought into which one they wanted to buy. Stolas didn’t fit into a changing room himself (heck, he wouldn’t have been able to fit a single one of his balls or buttcheeks in the little cubby) but stripping down in the middle of the store sent a feather-bristling surge of illicit excitement racing down his spine… especially when he spotted this particularly slinky, feminine little number up on one of the mannequins along the wall.
They were able to successfully squeeze his genitals into the small but magically-stretchy fabric in the end after all. When Stolas did a slow, sauntering loop of the store to show off, it made Blitzy’s jaw nearly drop to the floor and his boner surge up toward the ceiling. Who’d have thought that he could feel more naked and revealing wearing certain articles of clothing rather than nothing at all?
Blitzy didn’t even seem to mind that they weren’t on sale. Stolas felt an odd flutter of happiness seeing someone he cared about spending his hard-earned money on him.
That being said, the pants weren’t sized at all appropriately, and that imp clerk had bluntly turned down any possibility of alterations or tailoring. (“I don’t think there’s enough fabric in the whole mall.”) So he was left with no choice but to keep the crotch flap open and his penis jutting out ahead of him, insistently erect, some dozens of feet long and sputtering semen all over the floor in a constant, musky stream. They wore their new clothes out of the store together, laden shopping bags bundled under each of their arms. Maybe it was because it was the first outfit his lover had ever personally selected for him, but wearing that slinky, slutty midnight-black set of clothes made him puff out his chest with pride - literally, his huge feathery faux-bosom inflating like a balloon as he sauntered along - his nose upturned with maybe the first real feelings of confidence and satisfaction he’d had since the mess with the trial only a week or two ago. Sure, life was hard right now, but for the time being, they were managing to distract themselves… in typically bombastic fashion.
“Hey, you fuckin’ cocksuckers, check out MY pretty bird here! Bet you wish you had a boyfriend like him, huh? Jiggling around with his tail up high and his penis out… he’s the biggest fucking whore Hell’s ever seen and he’s all mine~!”
Stolas blushed and preened, whimpering and moaning in turns as he basked in the feelings of praise and affirmation. The feathery white heart of his face looked nearly bright scarlet, the white pupils of both sets of his eyes dilated and maybe just a little slightly unfocused with the sheer amount of lovebombing overwhelming his system. Blitzø scampered back and forth around him, fawning over him and boasting about him to random shoppers in turn. The little imp’s beach ball sized bulge bounced and wobbled with pendulous groaning sounds, his gigantic red asscheeks so big that he was unable to pull up his pants around them, leaving them free to jiggle and quake as he got up in the face - or bulge, or bust - of any nearby demons they passed by.
Most of the crowd parted ahead of them as they went, not out of respect for Stolas’ former aristocratic station but from the literal necessity to keep from being bowled over, swatted aside or smooshed by his enormous, naked penis. Even so, like a wave of water the crowd of demons spilled back in to surround him once his hard-on was out of the way, hands reaching out to grab at his feathery ballsack or goose his vast, quaking cheeks.
“Yeah, that’s right! Get a big whiff of his musk while you’re at it. Hey, pretty bird, why don’t you tell them how big your Goetian boner is?”
Stolas fluffed up and let out a squeak like an owlet, the words just as good as a hand sneaking down the crack of his ass. “Ooooh hoo hoo… U-um, I suppose it may be… seventy feet long?” He managed in response, his cheeks turning bright scarlet and the whites of his pupils dilating in both sets of his eyes.
“Damn, and he’s not even fucking done growing yet. He’s usually packing a half-mile of cock whenever I butt-fuck him back at my place,” Blitzø boasted playfully, a hellhound squatting down behind the looming Goetia to bury his nose in his asscrack for a sniff hello. “You’re such a fuckin’ pretty bird, jiggling around with your penis out~”
Overwhelmed by his boyfriend’s purposeful lovebombing, Stolas could only squeal and cum, semen spraying in a dense, torrential eruption over the cheering demon crowd. “O-oh, oooh…!!”
He wasn’t sure what he liked better: shopping sprees, or slutting it up in public afterwards!
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\n\t\t\t\t\tKaboozleFA. In case it's not obvious, this was meant to be roughly analogous to the shopping scenes from the Sinsmas episode. I think it's really cute how blushy Blitzø looks here (Kab had free reign on their expressions) but of course in my personal fantasy, everything has to be turned up to 11 - especially size. I do tend to imagine Blitzy takes awhile to get over his shyness (or perhaps, defensive, nervous possessiveness and aggression), but once he does he becomes just as much of a friendly and playful slut as Stolas is. :3 Enjoy the little vignette, though!