An untold number of hours later, you finally wake up in what you can see to be Suzi's apartment, strewn across the floor along with the rest of Suzi's clothes. To your surprise, memories from yesterday night begin flowing through your mind, despite the fact you'd been unconscious for the duration. Perhaps it is better to say your personality became "detached" from the bra, leaving your remaining mind an empty husk. Though things were back to normal now, the worry that such detachment could happen again at an even stronger level disturbs you greatly. Before you can think more on this subject, your attention is diverted by a moving shape in the distance.
On the nearby bed, your bust owner rouses from her sleep. With a groggy motion, she pulls herself up, her curvy nude upper body the only thing you can really see from your vantage point on the ground. Suzi then briefly stretches her arms, hoping the strained tendons will help her feel more awake. As if her body were in protest, the only response she seems to get is a loud growl from her stomach. Rather than get up and grab a snack, Suzi instead stares blankly at the wall, deep in thought. A few moments later though and a large smile begins to overtake her face. She glances to the right, at her bedside dresser, then to the left, at what you can only assume to be one of the men from the club, if your memory serves you correctly. Her hand then reaches into said draw, only to come out with the infamous transformation gun. She quickly messes with the dials a bit before turning it to her left, aiming the thing, and finally firing it.
You wait in eager anticipation to see what she had done to the man. A bit morbid perhaps, but considering you've been her bra for nearly a week it's nice to not be alone anymore. Hell, it'd be kinda funny if he became a matching pair of panties. This wish is dashed, though, when she instead reaches across the bed and pulls back a large granola bar, all that remains of the man. With the general lack of interest you've come to expect from Suzi, she casually takes a bite out of the bar as if she had simply bought it from the store. Even you are mesmerized by it somewhat, watching her jaw do its work, grinding that chunk of the granola bar into something her stomach can digest. Her powerful throat muscles then finish the job, sending the chewed remains down her throat. The last image you see of them is as a bulge in her throat, before it finally reaches its destination in her belly. Suzi, hungry as a horse, continues this process again and again, sending as much of the once-man into her belly as possible. Like all shows, it soon comes to an end, as the last of the bar disappears down her esophagus. You wonder what kind of thoughts are going through the man's head at the moment. On one hand, he's being eaten; sent to be digested. On the other, that was his "job" so-to-speak, and if your experience is any indication, he might have loved it.
The relatively calm of the situation is transformed in tension as Suzi immediately points the gun at you. Before you can truly react, she fires.