Thinking over the offer, an idea begins to float around in your mind. You attempt to brush it off as something silly, but the more you think about it, the more right it seems. The idea, of course, is asking her to become a bra permanently. The past few days have been pretty damn nice even when taking into account the times you were locked in the dark, unable to perform your duties. That feeling of content, the completeness you felt when she had you strapped around her bosom was like heaven. So, going against the small voice in the back of your mind that is "better judgement", you tell her your wish.
"I've decided...I want to be your bra again, forever..." you hesitantly respond. Suzi becomes dumbfounded at your suggestion.
"W-wait, what? Forever? Are you sure about this? You do realize that if I turn you into a bra for good, you'll be treated like one. No more of this favoritism crap where I wear you a lot. I have a whole drawer just filled with them, so you'll be no different from them!" In truth, Suzi isn't concerned with your well being as she is simply confused as to why you'd choose it.
Sensing her reasoning, you attempt to soothe her shock. "I know this sounds odd, but listen: the past few days have been like heaven. Being a bra, I don't know, just did something to me. Maybe it was my new inanimate nature taking over, but sitting alone for long periods of time wasn't an issue. I was just... happy, I guess. Being owned was all I needed. So please, do this for me..."
Suzi gives off a sigh. "Fine, this is your decision." She then raises the gun and enters the settings. "Well, here goes nothing then. Hope you like being my property!"
A flash escapes from the gun, signifying the end of your normal life.
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Around three and a half years have past since that fateful day. Much has changed since then. Suzi, the young bachelorette she was, has finally found herself a stable boyfriend. Thanks to that, your home has changed as well, as the two humans have moved to a new apartment in a new city. The exact details elude you, though you don't really care. The only real effect its had on you was that the pervert that reaches down her shirts and gropes the two of you is now the same, instead of some random clubber like it used to be.
Today, however, is a red letter day for you. A few days ago, it was your turn to be worn. Normally not a problem, but Suzi had put on a little weight since she began dating. Her fat distribution was hourglass, which meant that most of the fat went to her breasts. Initially, not a problem. Suzi was proud of her bigger tits, even if they did pop out of the bra a bit, and you were delighted by the increase in pressure. However, something terrible happened. Unable to cope with the new weight, your back clasp snapped, rendering you useless. Disappointed, Suzi left you in the laundry bin, where you now stay. She never really acknowledged what happened, though that was to be expected. True to her word, she hasn't said a thing to you these past 3 years. Not that you care.
Around noon, Suzi walks in to grab the laundry hamper. Opening it up to place more clothes in, she spots you, recalling what happened before. Without need for a broken bra, she scoops you up and tosses you into a nearby rubbish bin; a death sentence. But once again, you don't care. These past 3 years you served her well, and if she doesn't need you, she doesn't need you. Thus ends your story, as rubbish in a rubbish bin.