Panting and freaking out, Vicky flailed blindly. This was not the best of ideas, seeing as her shirt was tangled up unnaturally around her arms and head -- no amount of wiggling was going to get her out of it. It would, however, shake her bra-encased breasts wildly and cause her cute, pale bottom to jiggle non-stop. The echoing laughter of the crowd was escalating quickly.
Her struggles were also causing her to breathe more heavily and panic. To the crowd, it would appear as if her bra was simply too strained by the strenuous activity. Dawn knew that a minute shrinking spell would be all it took to get that garment off of her. The strapless, heavy duty garment snapped in the back abruptly, causing the crowd to go nearly silent for a split second, before the laughter returned twofold.
Vicky was waddling about, arms wrapped up around her head by her shirt, unable to see but feeling quite distinctly the snapping of her bra. The thing flew off of her like a sling shot, strained as it was, allowing her ample, fair skinned breasts to bounce free. As Dawn had frequently imagined on many a naughty evening, her nipples were large and pink, with a hint of puffiness as the sudden cool air of the mall caused them to go taut.
"Mmmh, help meee!" Dawn could hear Vicky shout helplessly as the crowd seemed to thicken between her and the bathroom.
Dawn found she could join in the crowd's mirth, giving a little giggle. She was a little preoccupied, though, with her hand. It had slid right down to her panties and she couldn't help but touch herself through her own clothes.
As she grew randier, she watched Vicky bounce and wiggle, large pale teats swinging within inches of the boy who was insistent of continuing to help her.
"Just... stay, stay still," he tried to calm her, putting hands out to stabilize her or untangle her top but only grabbing a handful of both breasts. His face went red as they both stopped in shock, his mitts on her breasts. Cue more raucous laughter from the crowd. Even the mall cop who Dawn realized had been watching for the past few minutes had his thumbs hooked under his belt and was fighting back tears of laughter.
"Mmh... more..." Dawn whispered to herself...
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