Locke
Wow she really was bold. Then again, she just couldn't satisfy him if she wasn't.
Locke took the shirt, that wolfish grin climaxing into a small chuckle. Filled with the high of the compliment, he slid into it with a stylish flourish. His arms were on full display, bulging out of the sides, while his pushing the vest ever so slightly to the sides. She would be able to see faint muscular lines on his belly.
"Well this might be a little showy for my taste, but it solves the problem," he said, clearly satisfied with his choice. For a moment, he considered looking for pants, but for some reason, pants never tore, even though his legs get bigger too. It was almost like they stretched for him. It was always really odd to him.
Once again, he put his hand on her head, pushing her out as he emerged from the changing room. "Alright, your turn," he said, slapping her ass hard enough to shove her in. The loud clap it produced drew a few eyes, but he didn't care. "Don't worry, I think everything here will look cute on you."
He left for what seemed like almost 20 minutes, arriving with a huge pile of clothes. He threw her some fishnet leggings, a bra that was a bit too small for her and a black thong. "Lets start with this. I want to dress you up nice and slow..."