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An employee ends up doing a bra fitting.
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People don’t understand that it isn’t easy work in retail, especially for the amount you get paid. Working at a Victoria’s Secret, you were especially feeling that today. Hopping off the phone with a customer, you watch another customer wander up the counter with a white bra in hand.
“There were no 34E’s of this one left on the shelf, check in the back for me.”
Wow, she didn’t even say please or anything. Nodding your head and trying not to piss this bitch off, you wander back into the stockroom to take a quick look. Searching through racks, you can’t seem to find the particular model she’s looking for. Coming back and shaking your head ‘no’, you watch the woman’s face turn from mild annoyance to downright anger. She was about to lose it.
“Every fucking time I come into this store, you never have what I need! What, is it the fact that I have bigger tits than any of you other bitches? I bet you’re fucking jealous, aren’t you? One of you hoes better bring me my damn bra!”
Oh god, not one of these customers. It hasn’t even been a day since the last one. Approaching the customer and explaining to her that she needs to calm down or leave the store, your world goes black in an instant.
You wake up to the feeling of being tightly strapped around something warm and soft. It’s such a strange feeling, but almost blissful in a way. You almost hold these massive globes up, they’re so heavy. You enjoy the feeling of being snuggled up against the firm, pillowy mound before you hear a bitchy voice. One you recognize.
“Looks like I got my bra. How are my boobs, bitch?”
Bright, artificial light is shone upon you as she says this, and you see a mirror in front of you, except you’re not in it, just a pair of titties, and a white Victoria’s Secret bra. Oh no, she didn’t-
“I transformed you. I figured it was a win-win- I get my bra, and a little wage-slave like you gets to hold up my sexy titties all day. I think it’s a better use for you.”
You pan your vision up to the masked face of the woman who threw the tantrum earlier in the store. She winks after she finishes speaking, before groping you with her right hand. She grabs you and one of her tits, before giving you both a squeeze. It hurts, and you feel the recoil of her jiggly tit settle into you as you hold it up. They were big at normal size, and as a bra these things were ginormous. You were almost envious of them.
“See, it’s not so bad… at least you’re not the girl from last week. She wouldn’t accept my free panties coupon because it was “expired”,” She starts laughing while speaking. “You should’ve seen what she looked like after me and my boyfriend were done! He loves g-strings…”
While the chick laughs like a hyena, you’re horrified. She really thought of you as just clothing, nothing more. You feel pressure start to form on the inside of your cup, and you realize the bitch’s nipples were getting hard at the thought of her and her boyfriend’s sexual encounter. Her huge breasts had huge nipples, and they hurt.
“Well anyway, I gotta get back to shopping, so just do a good job of keeping my tits nice and stable for me. Maybe I’ll reward you later by giving you a nice wash in my laundry machine.”
Your owner drops her sweatshirt over you and exits the Victoria’s Secret changing room. Her boobs bounce up and down as she walks, causing immense discomfort for you. You feel a salty bead of perspiration form on the surface of her skin, immediately soaking into you. You could taste her fruity body wash, mixed with the salty taste of underboob sweat.
You were just a bra now.