Jim stared at the massive milky mammaries bobbing about before him, his worries fading away for a moment in the sea of cleavage. Then reality set in once more and he shook his head. If there was a shirt to be found that would fix his situation, he wouldn't find it while Joan kept distracting him. Hopefully buying her some ordinary clothes at another store would persuade her to take off her current set, and he could visit the magic T-shirt store by himself at a later date.
'Uh, it...looks wonderful on you, dear. Listen, how about we check out some of the other stores around here? We've been in here a while."
Joan pouted - she'd seen a couple more cute ones she'd wanted to try, but getting some fresh air would be nice. "You're the boss, loverboy." She waddled past him, and he felt his pants tighten up once more as her immense curves brushed his side. Her titanic belly was so large, it occupied most of the aisle, and a couple shoppers had to back out to give her space to walk. While she couldn't walk very fast, it was a wonder she was even mobile at all with a figure like that.
Jim paid for the clothes at the counter by himself - Joan was too large to fit in the queue, and taking off the clothes would have taken too much time. Luckily the clerk seemed understanding, and she winked at him as he collected his receipt.