Big Mama's house(EDITING)

Chapter 9

A/n this is my second time I've wrote this chapter 😐 wattpad.. really? stop deleting my stuff 😭

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"Megan ,these pants are too tight,"

"But I got you the size you told me to get you,"

"well can you get a size up,"

"harry shut the fuck up and let me see how they look,"

Taking a man shopping is some hard work >.<

Im sitting ouside of the mens fitting room, waiting for Harry to try out the jeans i picked out for him. He told me is size but it seems there abit to tight. I waited as men pass by me, bored as fuck. waiting, WAITING..

"Im on my way right now,".....PSSHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

As Harry walked out of the fitting room, well, i should say, as Harry woddled out, LMAOO OMG i couldnt stop laughing. Harry arched his eyebrow and put his hand on his hip. i settle down.

"wow ok, I'll get a size up,"

"make that two sizes up, cant feel my dick," he sighs. I giggle once more.

"ok, ok I'm going," i stand up from my seat. "go take them off so i can put them back, I'll go get the new ones," he turned around after i said that and walked back into the fitting room. I stand up, and began to walk to the mens department.

"Megan! COME HERE PLEASE," I looked up at the celling, 'really?'

he opens the fitting room door and i walk in, sitting on a little stool in the corner. "Im stuck," Harry said as he tried to pull down the jeans. I look at him with confusion,

"how'd you get them on if its so hard to get off?"

"ok I doubt these are coming off," o dear god. I get up and walk over to him. I start tugging on the jeans. I get on on knee and tried to pulled them down, even with Harry pulling down too, it wont come off. Harry brushes me off and falls to the floor in defeat.

"they arent coming off," he says as he passes his hand through his hard. I look down at him.

"Fucking god!" Harry yells and throws a tantrum on the floor. Rolling around, kicking the walls, tugging the jeans, until we both heard this sound that we both know it was bad.

"Megan, they ripped,"

"No shit,"

"What are we gonna do?"

"First things first, take them fucking off,"

He pulls the off, leaving him in his white shirt and boxers.

I grab them and threw them in a different fitting room stall.

"I'll be back with the new jeans."...

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"Ok that will be 65 dollars and 80 cents," I tell her I'm paying with debit, while ignoring Harry rat on bout 'this is so much money' 'I should pay for this' but I told him this is my treat. Being a stripper helps as well because , you get payed a lot so this is fine.

"Thank you have a nice day, next?" The store clerk says as I grab the bags and ignore Harry still, rambling on about me taking the clothes back.

" you wanna get icecream?"

" no, no no no , I have no money, bad enough you payed before lets just go home."

"Shut the fuck up and let me buy you icecream,"

"....I can get gummy bears on them...😁"

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Heyy guys thanks for waiting Ill see you tomorrow , love you 😘❤️❤️