Jeff hung on the rack among identical bras. His mind was still scattered and was having trouble piecing together what had happened. His owner, no sister, she left him here. It was cold and no one was wearing him, he hated it.
After a long night the Victoria Secret's lights came on as workers arrived to open the store. They were located in the prime location of a mall, so plenty of people funneled through the store throughout the day.
Raising the metal cage they opened for the day to Jeff's excitement. Woman entered the store browsing the selection as Jeff waited with baited breath. Woman came so close as to touch him looking at his tag, but put him back due to his smaller size.
Jeff cursed his sister for making him too small for this beautiful woman and their large assets. The day continued as people came in and out of the store.
Later in the day a blonde girl picked up Jeff and actually carried him into the dressing room! She hung him on a rail inside as she removed her blouse. Jeff's eyes watched as he saw her remove her current bra and drop it to the side. Pulling Jeff off of his hanger she placed his xups onto her tender breasts, her nipples pushing into his fabric.
As she pulled his straps he could feel they were just barely not reaching. Still the girl didn't give up sucking in her stomach and chest trying to make Jeff fit. The threads making up Jeff's body pulled and stretched as she got the clip on. Squishing her breasts up like a push up bra he hung on her victorious. The feeling was better then any other he had felt thus far as far back as he could remember.
The girl examined herself in the mirror, before removing Jeff. She placed him half back onto the hanger and dropped him into a return to stock box leaving him behind. Rejected once again, but this was crueler then being left to hang as now he had to wait there to be hung again before he got another chance to be bought.
Lying there as clothing piled up on top of him was practically unbearable. Watching as woman left with happy purchases, other bras stealing his rightful spot upon these ladies chests.
A worker finally half way throgh the day came to the changing room to take all the piled up clothing back out to the store. She sorted down the pile returning things to their rightful places painfully slowly.
She got to Jeff and looked him over, noticing his stretched fabric and threads. She turned around calling her manager over, "Looks like someone stretched this one! What do we do with it?"